Guzma x Reader The Earth's End

II

Po Town, once known as the base of Team Skull, a place that most refused to mention and all avoided. And you were currently being ushered through it's front gates.

The crew that had half rescued, half kidnapped you sped up, like the sight of their home lent them speed. Almost dragging you behind him, J was grinning widely, his happiness obvious even when he pulled up a mask to cover the lower half of his face.

The gates closed behind you with a bang, and you looked around in amazement at the place that seemed untouched by the ruin of the world around it.

Women and men worked to hang clothes up on lines, children ran across the streets, laughing, older men and women sat on porches and half-heartedly scolded the children for being too loud. One of the little ones caught sight of the returning group, and word passed quickly.

One kid made a beeline for the crew and J let you go, running toward the little boy and swinging him up into his arms.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Maybe all human beings weren't trash after all.

People watched as you passed, murmurs rippling through them at the sight of the prisoners. J continued on ahead, the little boy on his hip, to a mansion that stood at the end of the single, wide road that went through the middle of Po Town.

A hand rested on your arm and you turned to see Q. The girl shook her head and motioned for you to stay where you were. The four men were manhandled a little more ahead of where you stood and forced to their knees. More men and women, all bluenet boys and pink haired girls, rushed forward to keep the struggling men down and bound.

The crowd that had started to gather backed away and you heard a voice boom above the murmur of the people.

"IT'S YA BOI, GUZMA!!"

A tall, broad shouldered man with snow-white hair walked forward with a grin on his face. He wore a grey shirt under a black jacket with white zigzag stripes down the sides. His dark kimono pants were a little too big for him, and the legs almost brushed the ground, only stopped by his black and white sneakers. Cracked sunglasses were balanced on the head and as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked closer, you saw that his eyes were pale grey.

So this was Guzma.

He looked over the four men on their knees in front of him, his lip curled in disgust. "J!"

"Yessir?" J stood at attention, and his little boy gave a little salute.

"These are them?"

"Yes sir, they are."

Guzma scowled, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. "Ungag em." His order was quickly obeyed and you couldn't help but be impressed by the obvious respect these people held for Guzma.

Guzma looked down at the four, like he was waiting for them to speak. They only hissed or growled. With a sigh, Guzma shook his head, his soft white hair falling in his face. He brushed it back and you couldn't help but notice how big his hands were compared to your own.

"Fellahs." Guzma shoved his hands back in his pockets, voice soft. "You were in our territory, wether you knew it or not, and on my turf there's some rules that need to be followed. Most of 'em only get you a beating if they're broke. Matter of fact, only three carry the weight of the death sentence."

Silence had fallen over the entirety of Po Town. Even the children were quiet.

Guzma brought up one hand, curled into a fist. "This first," one finger went up, "is that if you murder..."

"You die!" The crowd roared the answer, much to your surprise.

"The second!" Guzma had to raise his voice above the crowd. "You molest a child..."

"YOU DIE!"

"AND THE THIRD!" Guzma roared the words, anger flashing through his storm grey eyes like lighting. "YOU RAPE?!"

"YOU DIE!"

The crowd was deafening now, even the children screaming the answer.

"J! What are these men being accused of?!"

"Attempted rape, sir!"

"And what do we do to their kind?!?"

The people of Po Town started to yell different ways to kill the men, each one more viscous than the last. Guzma held out his hand and an older man with grey hair wearing a tattered looking police uniform stepped up and placed a sword in Guzma's grip.

The men only now seemed to get what was going to happen to them. They shook their heads, shouted denials, tried to pull their hands free from the rope that bound them. But their words were lost in the roar of the crowd.

Guzma held up a hand and the crowd immediately went silent. "J, mind tellin' me why they're being accused?"

"Don't have to, sir." To your horror, J walked towards you and nudged you closer to Guzma. You shook under the large man's steel gaze. J patted your head and said, "She's the one they went after. She can tell you."

Guzma's gaze softened and he stepped closer to you. "Hey, girlie. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"M-My name is (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." You hated the stutter in your voice.

"Alright, fine. (Y/N). Wanna tell me what these guys did to ya?"

Something in Guzma's voice made you feel like you could tell him anything at all and he'd believe you. So you told him everything, showing the new rips and dirt marks in your clothes as extra evidence.

When you were done, all he said was, "Alright."

He barked a few orders, and the next thing you knew you were being escorted by Q, or someone that looked a lot like her, and the police officer. Nanu, he said his name was.

They wouldn't let you look back but you couldn't stop yourself from hearing the screams, the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath, and the splatter of blood on cobblestones.