"Someone wake, Lady Nihil!"
"I tried but she still won't wake up!"
"But I'm scared!"
"We can't just leave her there!"
Cries of dilemma and urgency crowded the tense atmosphere. The men in suits stood outside a door squabbling about their next course of action.
One of them eyed a pair of figures on the lush green meadow with a mixture of anxiety, curiosity and fear. One of them was a red head, the other a pale skinned young man. Their eyes gazed intently at each other's and their hands were chained to the handle of their swords. The sky darkened and crackled loudly, it won't be long before it rains. The wind was howling ferociously, rattling the shaking window pane.
"You never give up do you?" said the red head lethargically.
The young man was quite a placid fellow, "Not until one of us wins."
The red head sigh with his eyes closed. And when he opened them, they were serious and solemn. The pale man couldn't help but smirk.
He never thought that at age 19, he would find someone worthy to be his rival so early. He was prepared to wait as long as it takes yet he found the 16 year old teenager by the name of Shanks to be able to challenge him to a duel.
Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, has finally found a rival.
They wait, waiting for any slight movement. When the first flash of thunder crackled, the blades of their swords met and sparked.
A wave of the reflected force of their first strike caused a ripple-like effect so strong it made trees tumble and damage stubborn solid houses.
The wave smashed the house, making a sickening and threatening sound.
The men all duck under the tables and chair, afraid that the building might collapse.
"En…" hummed the sleeper.
The sleeper twisted and turned and seemingly found a good sleeping position. Then another wave of shock slammed the building. The sleeper turned again before yet another wave killed the silent mood.
Slowly, the blanket covering the sleeper rise and a pair of piercingly large eyes glared through the gaps of the hair.
The men were still cowering underneath the furniture. Still, they were debating whether they should retrieve and bring Lady Nihil to safety.
The doorknob twist and turn, and a figure with long, flowing white hair emerged ghost-like.
"Lady Nihil, we should evacuate quickly before the building collapse!" cried a man. He ran out of his cover and proceeded to bring the girl to a safe place when his eyes met the lady's. Immediately, a chill danced down his spine.
"Jacob, bring me my gun." She said nonchalantly.
Jacob hurried surrendered his gun to her, placing the steel gray weapon into the hands of the 17 year old. Silently, she opened the door and strode out with her back bent. Her men watch her, half curious and half afraid for her sake.
"Lady Nihil, what… are you doing…?" Jacob asked timidly.
Nihil ignored him and cocked the gun.
How long had they been fighting? They didn't know and they didn't care. Their blades kept clashing into each other, with their partner rarely getting a terrible injury. All they suffered were minor cuts and bruises.
Neither was tired nor afraid. They wear a smile on their faces, enjoying a good battle.
As their blades clashed one more time, the gun went off and a bullet nearly put a hole through their skulls if they didn't pull back in time.
Surprised and bewildered, with a hint of irritation, they glared at the attacker. "What's your problem?!" they shouted, or Shanks shouted, with annoyance. Having their battle disrupted by a third party wasn't a pleasant experience.
She was short and holds a pale complexion, in her hands was a silvery gray gun. The wind had tossed and thrown her snowy hair, covering her face. She had an air of command and respect, even if she was wearing a teddy-bear printed pyjamas and fluffy slippers.
When the wind changed its course, deciding to brush her hair back, a pair of ruby eyes, glinting and narrowing with pure infuriation, and a baby face, whose chin had tipped slightly up and hold a speck of apathy, looked at them.
"What's my problem, you say?" she said softly but icily, making them somehow feel that the temperature had suddenly dropped. Then with an increasingly loud voice, she shouted, "Who could sleep with you idiots making so much noise!"