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100K Special - 6. Izou

Tropes:
Forbidden love
Word count: 8649

A/n: Okay wow we're flying through! In 6th is my baby, Izou! Were you expecting him in this list? Anyway this may be my favourite of the stories!

The island was nothing special. A rugged mass of rock and forest thrown into the endless expanse of the New World's unpredictable waters. It was the kind of place Roger's crew would hardly pay attention to under normal circumstances. But they were low on supplies, and the captain's voice had boomed out with laughter as he announced their intent to raid it for all it was worth.

You moved silently through the dense undergrowth, your twin swords resting easily at your side. The rest of the crew trailed not far behind, their chatter filling the air as they teased each other about who would find the best treasure, or the best fight. You stayed quiet, your eyes scanning the path ahead.

Trouble had a habit of finding them, and you had no intention of being caught off guard. As the crew neared a clearing, your instincts flared. The distant sound of voices and heavy boots reached your ears, sharp and precise.

"Someone's here" you muttered. Roger's second in command, Rayleigh, stepped up beside you, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Seems we're not the only ones with this idea". "Whitebeard" you guessed, your grip tightening on the hilts of your swords. Rayleigh nodded. "Best get ready."

The clearing opened before you, and there they were, the Whitebeard Pirates, spread out like they owned the place. Their laughter and confidence filled the space, their weapons drawn but relaxed.

Your jaw clenched as you spotted their flag flying high on a makeshift mast. Of course, it had to be Whitebeard's crew. You didn't know what it was about them that irritated you so much, their arrogance, their size, or maybe just the fact that they always seemed to stand in Roger's way.

The moment Whitebeard's men noticed the Roger pirates, the air shifted. The relaxed energy gave way to tension as both sides reached for their weapons.

"Well, well" a voice called out from the other side. "Roger's dogs come sniffing around again!" You didn't wait for any sort of civil reply from your side. With a sharp motion, you drew your swords, their steel catching the light of the midday sun. The chaos began.

The clash of steel and shouts filled the clearing. You moved with precision, your blades cutting through the air as you deflected and countered. You weren't like the others, who charged into fights with wild abandon. Every step, every swing, was calculated, honed by years of practice.

You were deep in the rhythm of battle when you felt a sharp gaze on you. "Impressive" a voice spoke up, smooth and calm despite the chaos. You turned to see him, a man from Whitebeard's crew with a grace that seemed entirely out of place on the battlefield. The man known as the 16th divisions commander, Izou.

He stood with twin pistols in hand, his kimono pristine despite the fight raging around him. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his sharp eyes held a mix of amusement and challenge.

You narrowed your eyes. "Got something else to say, or are you just here to watch?" He smiled faintly, raising one of his pistols. "Let's see how you handle someone who doesn't swing blindly". You didn't need any more invitation. With a sharp step forward, you closed the distance, your blades flashing toward him.

Izou wasn't what you expected. Most gunmen you had faced relied on distance and quick shots, but he was different. His movements were fluid, almost like a dance, as he dodged your strikes and returned fire in perfectly timed bursts. He didn't waste a single bullet, each shot aimed to push you back or force you to adjust your footing.