A Little Too Familiar
by ~douriki
"Wahhh! It's him! It's him!"
"EEEKKK! We're all going to die!"
"Everyone, just stay calm… If we don't attack, he'll probably spare us!"
Click, clack, click, clack. The worn out heels of his shoes dug into the wooden flooring of the restaurant, he smelt the scent of fresh meat and food. Heh…
"W-w-what is it th-that you w-want s-sir?" the man behind the counter stood, nervously, eyes shaky, voice cracking. Sweat dripped off his forehead as his heart pounded faster than usual, his hands that he hid behind his back, fingers restless as he played with them.
"Nothing really," the man, around his twenties replied, "I'm just looking for someone… You can call him… A brother." A smirk crawled upon his face, showing his teeth, but wait, one was missing. The nervous bartender stood nervously, not able to say a word, his throat hurting, and no matter how much he tried to speak, nothing came out but plain gibberish.
"T-t-that's-"
"Hold it right there, Saburo," a voice, a feminine, yet determined voice growled from behind him. (Doesn't this all just seem a little too familiar?)
"Th-That's Ensign Tashigi! What's she doing here?"
"Eheheh," the so-called Saburo chuckled a little, turned slowly to face one of the three strongest people in the navy, "what is it this time, girl?"
"Saburo the Revolutionary," Tashigi replied, "I'm going to capture you this time, your Maho Maho no Mi will have no effect on me."
"I have no intentions of fighting you, girl," Saburo replied.
"Don't talk to me as if you're older than me!" Tashigi growled.
"Really, I don't. The only people I want to fight are Nobles. Fighting anyone else is against my morals," Saburo sighed, "but I guess this once wouldn't hurt would it…?" He chuckled a little. "Let's take this outside though, I wouldn't want to ruin this nice little restaurant."
Such manners, the man behind the counter thought.
"Alright," Saburo stood a good distance from her. Like a Pokemon Battle, "let's get this over with, girl."
"Stop calling me…" Tashigi immediately raged towards him throwing her sword over her shoulder about to swing, "GIRL!"
"Haki," Saburo said quietly, moving quickly as if he used the technique Shave. As soon as she noticed he disappeared from before her, her eyes shook. Oh no, she thought, I lost… again…
"Dammit Tashigi!" Smoker growled in his rough voice, watching from afar. Tashigi ignored him as she went in for another attack, but as she did, these glowing purple cuffs clamped around her wrists and ankles and dragged her through the air to the side of a large rock. She took a quick glance at the cuffs, glowing purple on the edges that faded into a bright white, like fire. They burned like fire too
"Ugh!" she grunted as the impact thrusted through her body, she winced in pain. It seemed as if it hurt much more than it looked. Well, it did. Her wrists were slowly bleeding, her own crimson gore gushing out at a poking pace, the clash surely did damage on her already. Not even a scratch, not even a hair, she didn't do anything. "I'm... useless..." Tashigi muttered to herself in pain, tears about to drip down her cheeks.
"S-s-sergeant!" Navy men called after her. Smoker stood quietly, seeming more than disappointed. Then, taking his leave, the men averted their attention to him. "C-commodore Smoker! Where are you going?" Turning around to face Tashigi, there wasn't any expression on his face. Smoke from the two cigars mounted between his top and bottom lip trailed off into the air and disappeared as if into the clouds. It Seemed as if he was going to say something, but he didn't. Closing his eyes as if unimpressed, he turned and left.
Saburo walked over to her, almost up to her face as if he had something insulting to say. "Why did you try to fight me? I have nothing you want. You want a sword, am I right? Well I don't have one. Why, tell mewhy you want to fight me." Tashigi looked at him as if he was a disgusting creature.
"I had no choice," Tashigi had tears streaming down her cheeks, "you're a pirate and a revolutionary. It's sort of ironic, but it frames you as a person almost as bad as Dragon himself. But I had no choice. You are a criminal, and I have to capture you." Saburo's face twitched slightly, but said nothing at all. To think of it, if Saburo is a revolutionary, why does he not want to fight that Navy? Aren't they somewhat involved with the World Government too?
"You shouldn't have fought me. That's all I have to say to you," Saburo replied, "woman." Tashigi couldn't stand him, even if he did have manners. Remembering the first time she encountered , she cringed at the fact that he is alive, and still alive.
"Who are you...?" Tashigi pushed her glasses up closer to her eyes with the back of her wrist. Saburo stood there silently, as if he didn't hear what she said.
"I'm Saburo, the revolutionary," he replied after a few seconds, "who are you...?"
"Tashigi. Ensign Tashigi from the Navy."
"Oh? I heard of you. I heard you were a complete bitch." Saburo replied with sort of a huge smile that stretched from ear to ear planted on his face.
While he was walking away, he waved his left hand in the air casually, Tashigi fell to the ground, grabbing her wrists. I'm… I'm not strong enough…, she thought to herself. When she looked up, he was gone. Clenching her fist tightly, Tashigi assured the next time she saw him, he would be dead.