Blazelight (Roronoa Zoro x Assassin Reader)

The Escape

"I knew you were here..." a voice said behind (Y/N). She turned around, and in the dim blue light of her blazing eye, she saw Charol. "You're going to steal my loot, aren't you?"

'You do make a crap ton of money for a fruit shop owner.'

"I don't sell. I steal."

'From who?'

"You're really curious, don't you think?"

'Not one bit. Now, FROM. WHO?'

"All sorts of people. Rich, Poor, Pirates, Kings, the list goes on and on."

'You're the Rouge, aren't you?'

"You're right. So what if I steal? It's all worth it."

'SOME OF THESE PEOPLE NEED THAT!'

"DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A S**T?"

(Y/N) stared. She never cared about any of her victims or hirers, or if anyone dies, but she came to the fact that this woman was a heartless monster.

'This your money? then TAKE IT!' (Y/N) Shouted before grabbing a handful of gold and threw it at her. Charol apparently was a skilled fighter, and dodged it, taking out a knife that looked like it was made to cut fruit, and charged at (Y/N). The Fruit knife and the bowie knife clashed with each other, making a spark that brightened up the room for a split millisecond. both retracted, and clashed at each other again, repeating like this for at least two minutes before Charol Charged again, the knives clashed, but Charol threw a fist at (Y/N), knocking her bowie knife out of her hand and into the pile of gold. She stumbled back, and she could taste blood. She looked up with an aggressive snarl as Charol put her knife away, getting ready for a hand to hand combat fight. Charol threw another one and This one, (Y/N) parried by snatching the fist out of the way. (Y/N) threw a punch at him, followed by a kick in the stomach, and she Roared in pain. A Hard pull at the arm and a kick at the chest both at the same time turned her Roar into a howl. She toppled over and fell to the ground. She looked up just in time to see her opponent throwing a kick into his jaw. She fell down once again.

'I'LL KILL YOU!!!' Charol threw a punch at (Y/N)s face, but was greeted by a even harder fist to the face. She fell on one knee and looked up. 'You're weaker than I thought.' She managed to say before coughing up more blood which stained her shirt. She whipped out her knife out of her pocket, and aimed for (Y/N)s heart. She dodged and retracted her knife from the pile and Charol charged. This time she aimed for (Y/N)s Temple. She dodged and snapped her arm. She howled in pain, and (Y/N) managed to Make a tiny dent in her skull with her free arm before grabbing the back of her hair and throwing her into the pile, and jumped onto her, stabbing her bowie knife into her back. Charol stopped moving. (Y/N) teleported to the far end of the room, and her blaze went out, plunging the room into darkness. (Y/N) Got out a lighter, and brightened up the room slightly. Within the array of the perfectly aligned wooden floor, there was one spare plank, and (Y/N) Lit it on fire, bringing light into the room. The light reached its peak just before the pile of gold, and (Y/N) took out the plank, and went over to the mountain, checking for the thief.

Charol wasn't there.

Everything went black.

At first there were only colours.

Then lines.

Then the haze of a room came to sight.

(Y/N) Looked around. She was in a dim room with a few apples here and there, and a tray with surgical tools, and a mahogany table with a lamp on it. Her head burned as if a meteorite had landed on it. (Y/N) Tried to reach up to her head to rub it, but her limbs were held to an upright surgical bed with rough leather straps.