in the shade of trees ; n. chuuya

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A cheeky smile paired with two adorable dimples; a black eyepatch matched with a black bandana hanging loosely around her neck; to the four surviving drug dealers, this is the epitome of terror.

"Did you underestimate me, mes amis?" Her pleasantly lilting voice is a stark contrast to the saber she is twirling in her hand, the blade glinting viciously in the last hours of sunlight. Ineko Sata inhales deeply and exhales with a smirk, poking her tongue out and flickering it in the air.

The taste of fear.

"Ahh...haha," giving a wry chuckle, her tongue flicks at her long blade, leaving a small wet trail of saliva. "Did you really think you would get away with double-crossing the Port Mafia?" She twirls the blade even faster, her one visible eye glinting a vicious maroon.

One rugged man starts hyperventilating, his sunken eyes diluting with fear, silently pleading for his life.

"Anything," his raspy voice comes out in a shaky and high pitched tone. "Please, spare me! I'll do anything!"

"Huh." Ineko places the blade across her shoulders lazily, one foot poising in the air before pressing down on the man's head and shoving his face into the ground. "Are you begging?"

"Y-Yes! Please, spare me. You can even kill the others, but just spare m-" His selfish pleads are cut off as she cleanly slices his head off. For a split second, everything is in a state of shock; then the blood suddenly spurts from his headless neck, showering his friends in his blood.

"The one thing I hate more than the navy..." she stares down at the body in disdain, "are people who sell their own comrades out." She looks down at the other three trembling men.

"But since he asked so nicely... I guess it's only fair that I make his wish come true." The sunset behind her reflects on her blade, making the illusion that it is glowing crimson. She lifts the blade high up in the air, her chuckle sounding maniacal.

"Remember this when you go to hell: I'm merely a human who honours-"

Three gunshots ring out, causing her to flinch and spin around and duck at the same time. She stares at the figure walking towards her, paying no heed to the three bodies dropping behind her.

"Stop making such a big show, seadog."

"Ahh..." she inhales a breath through gritted teeth, "well, if it isn't my favourite person, Chuuya Nakahara."