Warning: Mature Themes ahead. As well as possible triggers of various types.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Grunts were heard in the training room of the moving ship, as well as slashes.
You and Lucci circled around one another, concentrated looks on the both of you with sweat running down your bodies. Lucci was fully transformed in his Zoan leopard form, claws out and at the ready. You paced around each other, your hand around the hilt of Karasu as your shadowed eyes from your cap observed Lucci's movements.
A sudden whoosh was heard, your sword and Lucci's claws making contact. The noises echoing around the room. Your lips twitched upwards.
You haven't had this much fun with training in awhile. Lucci spotted it, his own lips forming into a smirk of excitement as the both of you continued to slash and claw at each other while constantly using Soryu to try confuse the other of one's whereabouts. But the both of you have been training together so much for the past few years, neither one could escape from the other.
A true spar.
Two different grunts were heard, one from you, now on the floor with your sword at the ready at Lucci's neck with your least dominant hand. One from Lucci, who was on top of you with his own claw at your neck;the other being held with your other hand, a tight grip around the transformed Zoan's wrist. Your eyes searched his, humor within them.
"Another tie, kitty." You said. Lucci's dark feral eyes slowly turned back to normal, the fur that you felt with your hand slowly receding to smooth tan skin. You released him, putting your sword down and him having his arms now at his side. But he did not get up from your form, only looked down at you.
"So it seems," he agreed, voice silky as always, "and the fourth time with you on the floor by me." Dark eyes began to search your face, analyzing. "Distracted today?"
"Marines don't kill silly girl. Not as much as you anyways...I wonder," Smoker sang, "how many children you've killed?"
Your eyes narrowed, turning cold once again to hide your emotions. That nightmare though...it made it seem like you killed children that were younger then thirteen. The oldest child you had to kill because of their actions was seventeen years old. He was abusing his noble power and even allowing pirates into his home, you had to deal with him personally. You internally shook your head.
'Just a meaningless nightmare.' You thought, (e/c) eyes looking up at Lucci.
"No. Nothing. It's not like you to be concerned for such things..." You observed with a raised brow.
Lucci gave a low growl of annoyance, his face nearing towards yours in a dark scowl. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm just starting to actually get tired from throwing you on the floor and wall, when you're not even fully focusing on our spar." His hands were on each side of your head now, face close with his breath fanning yours. You can even see the beads of sweat going down his temple and bare chest. Normally, you would turn red from embarrassment, but today is different. So you only stared at the mesmerizing eyes of the Zoan user.
"Tell me. Now. Is it the mission?"
Your brows furrowed.
'The mission? It's a simple mission, why would he think that?' You thought, and were about to question your thoughts until a 'Coo' was heard above them. You moved your eyes upwards, only to have Hattori already looking down at you with his beady eyes from atop your head.
Hattori blinked, tilting his head. You gave a dry small smile at the bird, lifting your hand up to pet Hattori's head.
"How's a going big guy? Lucci-neko treating you well?"
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