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The limp body of the tyrant lay on the ground. The newest topic of discussion among the group, it seems. All eyes locked on it, sharply, as if he would suddenly get up and lash at them the second they turned away. It was then that all the meaningless chatter began to drown for Pyke. He only wanted this bastard gone, nothing in their little discussion intrigued the hollowed man.
His blueish eyes then moved away from the pitiful man, only to lose what he was searching for. His brows narrowed. He took a few steps past the group, as quietly as a murderous creature would be. Nobody seemed to notice either way. All but the deep brown eyes of the swordsman in blue. He gazed at the drowned one with nothing but the mistrust and suspicion one would come to expect. His hand moved to grip the hilt of his sword as he took a step forward towards the man. He never once had trusted the husk, his skepticism was as natural as the cold of his blade.
"What are you looking for?"
Pyke grunted at the swordsman's shallow words. His gaze was as sharp as a saw two inches above a rotting carcass.
There was a silence, one that lasted a little too long for comfort. The dead man is scanning the room as a hungry ravenous beast having been denied his meal.
His scarred voice finnally answerd the ionian behind him.
"(Y/N)...I can't find her."
The swordsman's eyes shifted for a second. Surprise glossed his eyes. He looked around, as if to make sure of the ripper's words. Once he found not a glimpse of their medic he sighed. It was proper to alert the others, but deep mistrust lay in the heart of the Ionian for The Blood Harbor Ripper. He had observed him on their journey here. It was undeniable that there had been a bond, broken or not, between the dead man and their medic. And yet to believe the bloodied, empty husk of a living man before him, would seek her for a reason more pure than the simple reaping of her soul and flesh was improbable.
"We should alert the others."
He grumbled, his stare never leaving the bloodless man before him. His voice was in a battle of its own, trying to stay as neutral as it could.
"You seem awfully attached to her."
Pyke gripped the handle of his harpoon as he half listened to the man behind him. His eyes never rested. If he could just see a glimpse of color or a shadow, he could calm the voices raging in the confines of his skull.
"What is she to you?"
If the dead man's knuckles could turn white, they probably would have. The swordsman's voice was not helping the cacophony in his head.
"Don't matter to you."
Yasuo glared at the man before him.
"Seems like it does. She's a part of our crew."
Pyke pushed aside the voices raging against his mind, his thoughts. In the end, the only thing he muttered out to the swordsman was:
"A target."
The swordsman frowned at the husk's reply. Disappointed with the outcome of their conversation, he turned to leave. A clouded mind did not possess the capacity for clear judgment. A part of him maybe had hoped for a different answer.
"Seems a little contradictory in the end."
Pyke's eyes bore into the man with a newfound feeling. Anger could not quite describe it. No, not now as he imagined (Y/N) in his mind. It was far greater than a being like him should be able to feel.
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" SINK WITH ME " (Pyke x Fem. reader)
Romance*ART ON THE COVER NOT BY ME* Betrayal had always been such a bitter word... It came in forms no one could ever expect. Even if such betrayal was nothing more than a misunderstanding, that turned into hate. It was a single act such as this that to...
