Anime Oneshots

Katakuri (One Piece)

GreenR: hiya! We had a skating class again today, and it was cool. I fuckn love skating. It's literally the only sport I like and actually am capable of doing. By the way, did any of you happen to see the European Skating champs last week? Because I did and Javier Fernandez almost made my cry with his fuckn beautiful program. Okay, I wasn't really crying but you get the damn point.

Law: you curse too fucking much.

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The bar was misty with all the smoke from cigarettes and the dim lights didn't help with the situation. The laughter and talking seemed to fade in the background, and the husky singing voice of a woman on the stage filled the room, making hot sparks run up and down the spines of all the pirates in the bar.

All the lights seemed to concentrate on her and the glittering black dress she wore. She looked as if an angek might, just coming down from heaven, still surrounded by her halo, but the things her voice promised weren't definitely in heavenly origins.

It was rough and harsh from all the smoke she had been breathing in for years while singing, and low. The words she was singing didn't matter, but for all that bjnch of rooks cared she could have been singing about cabbages, and they still would have stared at her all the same.

Finally the performance was over for the night and she made her way off the small wooden stage, leaving the band up there to start a sea shanty for the clients who were drunk enough already. She went down to the counter and sat down by it, waving the bartender to bring her usual before she would leave for home.

While she waited she turned to look over the bar, enjoying the looks people gave her. Jealousy, envy, greed, lust. All the sevenpack of sins was aimed at her and oh how she loved it. When the drink was put down aside her, she noticed a tall, dark haired man sitting next to her. His face was already barely visible because of the smoke, but half of it was also covered by ragged scarf that hung loosely around his neck.

Woman cocked an eyebrow when she saw the man staring at her intently. He had been looking at her as well when she had been on the stage, although that meant nothing. Everyone looked at her when she was on the stage.

"Whatcha lookin' at big boy?" She purred, taking a sip from her drink. "See something you like?"

"Not particularly," he turned his head away. She scrunched her mouth in distaste, swallowing the insult. She was used to it. After all, you can't be loved by absolutely everyone in this world. Although she preferred it when they just fell to her feet. But this looked like a bit of a challenge.

"Is that right?" She did her best to sound a little disappointed. "Too bad,"

"But what I heard wasn't too shabby," the man admitted grudgingly. She smiled a little wider, deep red lips a curve of sin. As if she didn't know she had the voice of a fallen angel.

"You just know how to make girl feel special," she laughed, the low rumbling sound of it making man suddenly very aware how close he was to her. Close enough to feel the scent of something bittersweet coming from her skin. He wondered what it could be.

"I'm Y/n, by the way," woman said, throwing back her drink expertly, noting to the bartender to get her another one. "You're one of them Mama's boys, right?"

Man nodded lightly and his scarf fell little off his face, baring a sloppy rows of stiches that went over his cheeks, from corners of his mouth, disapearing somewhere under short-cropped hair.

"Katakuri," the woman kept smiling, but somewhere inside she felt her stomach do a little somersault. Oh dear. Even she had heard of that Mama's boy, and she definitely didn't want to cross him.

"Enchantée," Y/n was playing with her drink, sliding the tip of her finger around the edge of the glass. It made the darkish liquor inside slosh around a bit, light reflecting from it.

"So, are you someone dangerous?" Y/n honey, you are flirting with death here. Figuratively. Although somehow she felt she didn't have to be afraid. She wasn't afraid often.

"Do I look like I am?" Good, he's getting hang of this game.

"I don't know. Don't judge a book by it's cover, right?" She squinted her eyes a bit, measuring the man from head to toes. Finally she took another sip. "I think you are adorable."

Y/n had managed to surprise him, judging by the snort of laughter that fallowed

"If that voice of yours ever fails you, you could start making money as a comedian," Katakuri joked. He joked. Guys, look out because I think this means the end of the world.

"Oh I don't sing here for money," she waved her hand slightly, motioning to the entire bar. "It's the atmosphere here."

"You mean that barely breathable thing that could maybe pass as air," she started to like this mr sassypants. Much better than this dark and brooding figure who had been with her at the beginning of the conversation.

"Oh not that thing. You could only mix that thing for air if you are drunk enough," she said carelessly. "That's why the drinks are so cheap."

"So it's the attention," she fluttered her eyelashes in answer.

"What more should I ask for?"

He shook his head lightly, not believing the last sentence at all. It had been a lie. Well-prepared lie, and often said, so it sounded almost like truth to anyone else.

"Who are you?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him. It had always been his flaw. One of them, at least. "I mean really."

"Teacher," Y/n said after a small pause. "I teach astronomy at the local museum to everyone who comes around."

That sounded much more real and solid that the pretense of a careless succubus that she had been trying to hold up. Katakuri knew the rest of the bar wanted the lie on the stage. He was starting to like the reality better with every sentence.

Y/n told him about the stars. Not all that she knew, but all she could still remember after her third drink. She talked about poetry and art and going away from this island ro another as soon as she could. She had been here for merely two months, but she was already tired of the old town and wanted something more.

In exchange he told her about the places he'd been on missions for Mom. Well, I say he talked, but it was more like a pile of broken sentences that all consisted of about three words. He wasn't very talkative person.

The time passed real quick, and before either of them cared to notice, it was morning. It couldn't have in any way been told by the interior of the bar, but rather Y/n, who noticed that there was a new bunch of near sober clients pouring in.

"Dangit!" she cursed while jumping up. The drinks and sitting on the high stool for whole night had done its job so she wobbled a bit on her high heels before gaining some balance. "Gotta run, reality awaits!" she started walking towards the door.

"Meet ya in another life again!"