Hunger

Chapter 13

His dream this time was much clearer than the last, the shapes and outlines sharp and lucid. This time, Buggy was on a mission. His mission being that he was on the hunt for Columbina Trine, the woman who had wronged him and his crew thrice over. He sat in his Captains Quarters, glaring at the half of the map that she'd left him with, the half that was all but fuck useless to him. He'd conjectured that the treasure they were both after was somewhere in the North Blue, but now that he stared at the jagged edges of where she'd ripped off and absconded with the part that had any indication of where Granya Malleigh's treasure could possibly be hidden, Buggy couldn't be certain.

There was at least one thing he could be certain of, however. That as soon as he found Columbina Trine, whom he'd learned had taken up residence in Indigo Town, he was going to gloriously enjoy pissing her off in turn. He'd leveled Orange Town last time he'd come through here. What made her think he wouldn't do the same to the little fishing hamlet that the Buggy Pirates had already threatened once before? If that's what it took to get her to come out to play?

He thought back to their last encounter as he contemplated his half of the map, several blue-based red imprints of her perfect lips defiantly staring back at him from the parchment. She'd left him with several kisses goodbye. A seemingly sweet but snarky little message for him had been left in the margins complete with a little smiley face and about a dozen xoxoxos following it.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, turns out that Buggy D. Clown's moans are beautiful, too! :-)"

So beautiful that she'd left him alone, naked in what turned out to be some farmer's orchard, only to wake up the next morning and to be chased away angrily by the field's workers. It hadn't been the first time they'd fucked, but it had been the first time he'd let his guard down around her. Falling asleep next to her smaller body with his long coat draped across the both of them had been a mistake. He had to allow her at least two or three points; she hadn't stolen his clothes out of spite, at least.

This time, Buggy decided, that if their little altercation ended with him bending her over and roughly emptying his balls into her, it was going to be in his room, on his bed, within the confines of his own Kingdom. And Columbina wouldn't be getting away from him quite as easily this time.

Their relationship, if you wanted to call it that usually came in a series of threes, the threes being bumping into one another, fighting, and then bumping into one another again. It usually ended with her screaming all manner of curses into his mouth while he had her shoved to the wall of some darkened alley in the middle of the night. Or a tree trunk, or an outcropping or whatever was available to help him find his way into that tight little sheath of hers.

This last time their adventures had inadvertently led them to one another it had begun with a bar fight. This time not over a treasure map initially, but the last bottle of gin the tavern had on hand. Buggy had wanted to celebrate his most recent victory of acquiring the map, Columbina drown her sorrows over her most recent setback, another jealous boyfriend whom she'd had to put in his place . After a couple of traded barbs and some requisite destruction they'd both been manhandled off the premises, and had shared their first escapade away from the Marines together, liquor bottle in tow.

In the dream he recalled them hauling ass down the cobblestone of whatever street they were on, her drunken laughter ringing out raucously as she pulled him along with her. She'd of course tripped at one point and he'd had to detach his torso and legs from his feet in order to sling her over his back and fly away from the mess they'd created of the tavern. It was cowardly perhaps but Buggy had left Mohji and Cabaji and several other members of The Buggy Pirates behind to handle the mishap.