Pocket Thief [Katakuri x Reader]

17. Deadly Dance

After a while of searching through the manor, Perospero reunites with the rest of his siblings at the center of the ballroom, keeping an eye out for his 16 ft buff brick wall of a brother.

"Have any of you found the copy yet?" Perospero asks.

"Nope." Galette says.

"Negtive." Mont-d'Or shakes his head.

"Nada." Poire chows down on a few mini sandwiches from the buffet.

"Could you take this more seriously?" Galette tells her little sister.

"Where's brother Katakuri?" Mont-d'Or notices, looking around the ballroom for his older brother.

"I'm not sure, but knowing him I'm certain he's found the poneglyph copy and is on his way this instant-" Perospero spoke confidently about his sibling.

Just when he said the final line the ground began to shake, the guests looked around concerned until an explosion blasted through the high ceiling of the ballroom. Two bodies crashed in the middle of the room, a huge one and a slightly smaller one but tall nevertheless.

When the dust from the rubble settled in Perospero identified the bigger body.

"Katakuri!"

The sweet commander tossed the troublesome mask from his face, his chest heaving due to irregular breathing. A clear sign they started fighting not too long ago, and even rarely, showing signs of struggle.

"The poneglyph is in the basement," he informed his siblings, he didn't remove his eyes from the woman in front of him.

"Let us help you!" Galette poured butter from her hands.

Mont-d'Or followed her lead by pulling out weapons from a book in his pocket and Poire was... Trying her best, taking a combat stance with one of the swords coming out of the book.

"I can handle this myself," Katakuri stated firmly, almost in a growl.

Perospero extended a hand to his siblings, fully familiar with Katakuri's attitude during fights. Whatever who this is, it's personal.

Now that the rest of the Charlottes were gone along with the guests, the ballroom was now empty. Leaving Katakuri alone with you.

"Enjoying the ball? I made sure to add tons of fun attractions for you and your siblings," you said casually, as if you were talking to an old friend.

"I can tell, though for your own sake I suppose you didn't use all these years just to organize a party." Katakuri says indifferently, ripping the sleeves from his suit with one pull.

"Ah what a shame, you looked so handsome in that suit~" you lean your cheek on your hand with feign sadness.

Katakuri scoffs at your compliment.

You created a small portal, pulling a long scarf made of tough fibers. A present from the revolutionaries. Replacing the apron on your dress in exchange for your scarf, however, the cream colored rabbit mask proudly tied to you face as you pose in direction of the sweet commander.

Can't let this ballroom go to waste.

"Care to join me in this danse macabre, jellybean?" you say playful as ever. Chivalrously extending a gloved hand towards him, as if offering to dance.

"A deadly dance huh?" he cracked a smirk from under his scarf. "Only if you can catch up with me, rabbit." he unconsciously taunts.

A rematch.

He waited patiently until the day you would come back.

It was like you two were locked in a dance. Catching up with one another in a steady rhythm. This was a test of your ressitance, not your strength, although it did play an important role. How else would you resisit his heavy hits?