Pairings: Amuto and some others included.
Disclaimer: Shugo Chara! is not mine and will never be.
Rating: T for teenager issues and later M for adult issues. Enough said?
AN: Pirate fics have always taken me in. Always. I've never actually found one to my liking on fanfiction yet, but in others sites and such I have. So I've decided to write my own, and while you're at it, you can recommend me some fics as well. I don't go hunting, I only look at the updates page, particularly the first one, so you can't blame me for not being able to find a good pirate fic.
Also, as you can see, I usually write from Ikuto's point of view only in my stories, because no one seems to do that very much in this archive unless it's multiple point of view. That kind of format is usually done sloppily and I don't really have much care for it. c:
And no, she is, for once, not actually a princess that is supposed to marry Tadase but then runs away with/gets kidnapped at her wedding by Ikuto. Hurrah for some variety! I'm doing my best to stay as original as I can, you see. It's a goal that not many have, sadly, in mind.
Also, corsair has a definition of a pirate or a pirate ship. You're just going have to see which one it is. c;
Warnings: No research has been done. You will just have to bear with it.
Black Corsair
Tsukiyomi Ikuto is the pirate captain of the Seven Seas Treasure, whose own intentions and background are unknown even to his closest mates. During a usual cannon conflict between an enemy ship, he finds and captures a mysterious girl who doesn't seem to remember her identity besides a name. How will this seducing enigma affect his true desires, and furthermore, his feelings?
Stormy, blackened clouds devour the blue of the sky, leaving my vessel and the enemy's without much luminosity. I quickly order some pirate men, subordinates, to light torches and place them around the vast ship, and they immediately follow through as the opposite ship begins to collapse. A white flag is being heightened far too late into the battle.
"They've surrendered, and their ship's sinking real fast," Kukai points out quickly as my right-hand mate. The rowdy brunette salutes me with a foolish grin on his face, "They want to board our ship. Your call?"
"Those that are badly injured and sick don't get through, as for the rest, take all the strong men and keep them in the prisoner holds."
"What about their prisoners?"
"Same goes for them."
"Aye aye, captain!" he laughs before running off, then stopping, and running back. "The women and children?"
"Same goes for them, except take all the children."
"What about the one on their mast?"
"What?" I quickly turn around towards the battered watercraft, already beginning to lean from the massive damage, and my eyes settle on a petite figure tied to the mast of the boat. "I'll take a look myself. Follow your orders."
"Yes, sir!" Kukai nods, saluting me once more before leaping off the top deck towards the side nearest to the surrendering individuals, immediately barking out orders to the lower ranks. I grab a loose rope and swing over onto the other boat, cleanly landing on their lower mast. I climb it, the dark blue cape flowing ravenously on my back as I reach the bonded person.
Crisp at the crack of dawn, she hangs mercilessly by her chained wrists at the mast of a pirate ship; face strewn with tears, expressionless, and her once white, regal gown is reduced to rags. Her hair billows in the fierce wind like a carnation-colored skirt, and her clover hair garland is destroyed. The dullness of her eyes creates a melancholic atmosphere around her as her gaze wanders endlessly.
I slowly undo her binding, but keep the chains on as I pull her onto my ship from the fallen vessel using a nearby rope to swing with. All the while, she is motionless, emotionless. When I reach the top deck again, my boots easing onto the strength of the wooden floor, her eyes are closed. I notice how dirty her skin is, and as I wipe a smudge away from her face, it reveals a glowing ivory color.
"Sir, we've gotten everyone we need and tossed the rest overboard. Triple-checked everything as well, and repaired most of the damage so the ship is not in risk of sinking," Kukai returns and glances at my captive. "Wow, she's a dashing beauty, even if she's not in the best condition. That's real rare," he winked. "Are you keeping her or am I keeping her? Wait, that's a dumb question," he laughs, rambling on. "You don't take spoils, do you. Today's my lucky day!"
"No," I state. His eyes widen, and the green in them shimmer from the torch light. "I'm taking her."
"Seriously?" he gawks at me. "Well, I don't blame you," he grins. "And well, 'sides, I found myself a sexy blonde back in the cells too. You don't mind if I, you know, take her in?"
"As long as she doesn't try anything. And it really should be consensual," I remind him. He frowns.
"Does it have to be consensual?"
"Don't demote yourself to a rapist, Kukai."
"Fine," he sighs, adjusting the sword sheath on his belt. "I'll leave her alone for a while. She's staying though. I'm calling her my captive," he smiles, and I nod to him.
"Lead the ship to the nearest port. We'll drop off the prisoners there and restock supplies."
"Yes, captain."
I walk off and enter the inside of the vessel, the fainted pinkette still in my arms. I enter my room and toss the girl into the bathing tub, ripping off her already ragged dress and drenching her in lukewarm water. The soap bar rubs her skin clean easily and I resist the urge to take her then and there. She is freshly shaven without an extra hair on her body, save for her lovely regions, and I towel her off before dressing her with one of my old, black tee shirts. It ends up covering her up to the bottom of her knees.
Carrying her then onto the bed, I ponder how she hasn't awaken yet despite all my touching and moving her body. I shed off my captain clothes and stick to a white tank top and some ripped jeans, falling onto the bed beside her, caressing her face and twirling my fingers into her hair. She smells like strawberries, probably her natural scent, and lime soap. I congratulate myself internally for finding and keeping her. Actually, Kukai was the first to notice her, but it doesn't matter.
Usually, I don't usually keep spoils or captives for myself, but she was definitely a beautiful exception.
We eventually reach shore and easily dock the ship at the nearest harbor, and no one seems to get suspicious about the appearance of pirates just yet from the looks of our vessel. The decks are mopped and shiny, the mast and sails have been replaced and straightened, and there are no weird signs or symbols in sight besides a few stray cannons (that I will shank a mate later for). Although we may be pirate rogues, we do have a sense of maintenance. I make sure the ship is dead clean or people get dead planked. It's a serious matter.
The girl still hasn't opened her eyes yet, so in case she does while I'm away, I bind her arms behind her back and cuff her ankles to the bottom bed posts. After making sure she wasn't pretending to be awake by whispering naughty things in her ear and biting it softly, tickling her stomach, fondling her chest, etc., I leave the room and help with the stockings and such.
The townspeople try to ignore us once they have sight of a few of my dirtier men, and I remind them to get new clothes as they leave into the marketplace. Kukai is busy releasing the prisoners and I find an irritated blonde next to him, still cuffed, on the ground next to his feet. As I walk towards him, a mild amount of swearing hits my ears, coming from his favorite no less.
"You fucking, fucking, fucking, fuck shit eater!" she yells. Kukai flinches at every vulgar word she spits out. He was never one for that kind of language, and she must have figured it out, as a smirk entered her expression at his reactions. "You-"
"Please stop, miss," I say as I put a hand on her shoulder. She glances at me and the first thing I see are her violet irises transforming into bright, beating hearts.
"You are drop-dead gorgeous," she breathes as she quickly adjusts her position into a seducing one. "I wouldn't mind being your captive, babe."
"Utau," Kukai whines. "But you're supposed to be my captive. I called dibs on you first!"
"I only agreed for the time-being since the other men who wanted me were scummy and hideous. You weren't the best, but you were the best choice at the time-being," she shrugs. "And besides, you're a weakling. Who the hell gets affected by swearing like you these days?"
"Not my fault," Kukai spits as he threw off the next prisoner, whose face hits the ground from Kukai's sudden push. "Oops. Sorry," he sighs as he helps the man up and gets him on his way, even though the prisoner scowls at him the whole time. "I was raised to not use that kind of language and to not associate with ones that do."
"You're a pirate," she sneers. "And if so, then don't associate with me."
"I wasn't originally a pirate, 'kay? I was an aristocrat who didn't like the aristocracy, and I ran away and met Ikuto, who saved me."
"Oh, so the name's Ikuto, hmm?" Utau smirks at me and Kukai practically swoons at the sight of her naughty look. "I like it."
"Not interested," I wave her off as the other men start to come back. "Kukai, when you're done, check over everything else."
"Got it," he says, throwing off the last man. "Come on, Utau. You're mine whether you like it or not."
"Hm, I'm still on to you, Ikuto," she purrs as she glares at Kukai, her arms still tied as he helps her up. "And don't call me Utau. It's Hoshina to you, Souma."
"Fine, fine, Hoshina," he complies as he leads her away, most likely to his room.
"All aboard!" a mate shouts from a head speaker, and the others still on land quickly come back on deck, and a quick count-off takes place. Soon, the ship is out of the harbor and back on its way towards my destination. I sigh, seeing as we still have a long way to go. It would take weeks to get where I want.
Entering my room again, I find the tied-up pinkette staring up at the ceiling, even as I walk in. She seems to pay no attention to me, so I pull her chin up to look into my darker eyes, her own golden ones burning into them. "Hello, strawberry," I say, naming her after her lovely scent.
She stays silent and still, but her eyes are now focused on mine instead of her usual aimless stare.
"I'm Tsukiyomi Ikuto, pirate captain of the Seven Seas Treasure, also known as your new captor," I introduce myself as well as my ship. "And since you are in my care as my property now, it would do well to know who exactly you might be."
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out, only a cough. I fetch a small, wooden cup of water from a few days ago on the night stand and lower it to her lips as she drinks some water and coughs a few times again before stopping. I take the cup back and place it down before looking at her.
"Now," I start again, now straddling her body as both of my hands are on either side of her still expressionless face. "Who are you?"
She blinks a few times, an uneasy expression finally giving her face some emotion.
"I'm... Sakura Amu..." she breathes, her voice still a little hoarse, but the sound is strangely melodious to my ears. "And..."
Tears begin flowing down her cheeks.
"I don't know who I am."
I hope it's not too bad. The genre is also actually romance and mystery so I hope that hints at making predictions and guesses in your reviews. Questions, comments, concerns, and anything else are all welcome in a review, so please so leave one. I will do my best to reply as quickly as possible to them if needed. Enjoy the rest of your day.