Silent [[ Killer X Reader ]]

Leaving

People stared as you roamed through the small island town. You ignored their whispers and the occasional object that came sailing in your direction. You lived on the outskirts right on the sea surviving on what you could hustle from travelers. Every other week you had to come back into this town for provisions.

"It's the Mute Gypsy." A small boy pointed from his group of friends as you stalked passed.

You turned suddenly holding your hands up like claws playfully bearing your teeth. The little group broke out in fake screams and giggles as they dispersed.

"Leave those kids alone." A woman barked clearly misreading the situation.

Waving her off you continued to the general store. An empty can bounced off your shoulder blades. You clicked your tongue trying to ignore it. The town's people were off limits even though they made up stories about you and treated you like trash, you had a soft spot for the kids.

You weren't born here, though you did grow up here somehow managing to make it to adulthood on your own with limited means of communication. You'd escaped a group of men that kept you in a cage with other children who had been fed what you later learned were devil fruits and were being sold off to god knows who for god knows what. Before ingesting the fruit, you were able to speak normally, after was a different story.

Every time you started to talk your voice was amplified to an earth rumbling level shattering glass and even making people's ears bleed. To keep you quiet a sea prism stone muzzle was fitted over your face. It made you so tired you couldn't speak or move much for that matter.

On a stormy night, the ship docked on this island. One of the older kids had lifted the keys off the guard and set everyone free. After shedding your shackles and muzzle you fled, finding yourself stumbling through the forest near the port before huddling in a cave for the night.

"Afternoon F/N." The shop keeper's voice yanked you from your thoughts, "Got your list?"

You nodded pulling the small paper from the old leather satchel strapped across your chest.

"Don't help that gypsy." A deep voice called behind you, "You should be kicking her out."

A hand gripped your shoulder yanking you toward the door. You dropped to the floor ripping yourself from his grasp and swept your right leg across his ankles. He gasped hitting the floor with a loud thud. Other patrons of the shop stopped gawking at the scuffle. You swiftly rose and sprinted for the door. You'd always made it a point to not react to their attacks the only exception was of course any brave soul that actually laid hands on you.

Surely, you'd be even less welcome than you already were, especially with the shop owner. Someone caught your wrist as you reached the door. With your free hand, you unsheathed the dagger at your hip and whipped around to face the man again.

This is just a warning. Don't hurt him.

You stumbled back coming face to face with a blue and white striped mask strapped to a mass of fluffy blond hair. His grip was firm but not painful.

"Let's get the things you came for." He pulled you back into the store passing the asshole who had tried to kick you out.

"She's with the Massacre Soldier?" Someone whispered.

"I knew she was up to no good." Another replied.

Where had you heard that name before?

The locals cleared a path for you and the masked man you stumbled behind murmuring things about pirates. The shop keeper met you with a small brown paper bag.