Crazy In Love | Buggy

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The time seemed to drag by impossibly slow. Which was the usual case for when Buggy left. In his bedroom, I attempted to do absolutely anything to distract myself but nothing seemed to work. I was far too anxious to read anything, I thought of cleaning the ship in the meantime but my hands were shaking too badly.

I found myself pacing up and down the bedroom, peaking out of the window that faced the island every so often. I prayed to see Buggy walking towards the ship, but that never came.

After what felt like hours, I really began to worry. For a moment, I considered leaving and going to find him, but I quickly pushed that dumb thought away. After all, the last time that I had done that it hadn't exactly ended well. It had ended with me being attacked by Jacques, and having to kill him.

If Buggy was in danger, then my presence would only serve to distract and endanger him. He was better off by himself.

The thought of that made me feel pretty useless. I hated being unable to help him out. I hated being left behind to anxiously await his return. For Buggy, it was different. He was a pirate since early childhood, so he had endless experience in fights and conflict. Then, there was his devil fruit powers. They made him pretty much indestructible. The only thing that could really kill him was sea water.

I sunk down on the bed, letting out a heavy breath as I stared up at the wooden ceiling. I wanted to sleep. It would make the time go by quicker, but I knew I would never manage to fall asleep.

"Buggy," I muttered out loud, in a shaky voice. It was as if muttering his name might summon him. "Please be safe. Please come back in one piece."

Suddenly, I heard a sound which caused me to jolt up in my spot, leaving me in a sitting position. I knew that sound. It was boots on the wooden deck. Buggy was back.

Without thinking it through, I leaped to my feet with enthusiasm and raced towards the bedroom door. Right as I grabbed onto the door handle, I froze. What I was hearing wasn't the sound of one pair of boots on the wooden deck, it was multiple boots. My heart sunk in my chest, and my blood literally felt as if it had gone cold in my veins. Fear washed over me at the realisation that there were unknown people on the ship.

In a split second, I had to make some decisions. Buggy had a knife stored in his bedside table. Either way, I'd need it. I knew that. As quietly as I could, I rushed over to the table, opening it and seeing the knife immediately. It was a small knife but razor sharp. I could do some real damage with it.

I picked it up, closing the drawer without making a single sound. I had to decide what my next move would be. Attacking them outright seemed like an absolutely idiotic idea. There were multiple of them, at least two, maybe three or four. They were dead silent, so I didn't know if they were men or women.

Even if they were all women, they were most likely trained fighters, whereas I wasn't. My odds against them in a straight up fight felt non existent.

So, feeling pretty pathetic as I did so, I hid from them. Buggy's room didn't have the best hiding spots. Inside of it, there was a wardrobe, two bedside drawers, a vanity with a wooden chair, and his king sized bed. The wardrobe or the bed were my only two spots to hide. The wardrobe seemed like the worst option. It would most likely creak as I got into it, and the clothing hangers might squeak if I hit them.

Under the bed it was. I got on my stomach, and pulled myself fully under the bed, clutching the knife tight in my grasp. Under the bed was quite dirty, with some boxes full of god knows what under it. They still hadn't came into the bedorom, so I peaked inside of the box nearest me to see if there was anything usable. Nope, just clown make-up and other useless items.