"One day! Can you stop being such a douche for one day!?" I seethe, charging forward to kick at the happy Orca batting the poor bag; my eyes widen at the red staining the hanging bag.
"Ah if it isn't the stupid shark!" He smiles sadistically at me as I take a step back. No, I'm a shark, a proud, fierce, and threatening beast; I won't back down from some bully! Sharply, I glare at him only making his smirk widen.
"You're so cute trying to be intimidating," he coos as I glare feeling a wave of heat from his words.
"S-Shut up!" I scream at him making him return with a chuckle.
"Ah look you're blushing I wonder what it looks like if I smeared it with your blood," He grins eagerly a sadistic smile across his features at the thought as he removes himself from the bag to focus on me. Damn it, I can't take him and save that bag….wait what if…I mean I am in a cave…
"ROCMA!" I yell loudly smirking at the echo of the cave bouncing off the ice-cold walls.
"Ah… Your help won't arrive, as much as I want Rocma to be here," He grins.
"She doesn't like you like that! No one will with that horrible personality of yours," I remark.
"Takes someone with a bad personality to know one," He grins.
"Why you!?" Angrily, I charge at him, foot rose, only for my eyes to widen as he easily catches my ankle and swings me around easily into the ice Wall. Urgh…I ignore the faint pleasure from the hit and turn to glare at him.
"Ah, time to finish off what we started yesterday don't you think?" He smirks coyly, a look of lust across his features making my eyes widen as briefly I see a pair of ruby red.
No…No…Noo….
I hear the incoming footsteps approach get louder.
"Silver!" I hear Rocma roar as I feel a tremor through my body, my blood boiling and my eyes feel the wrath of rage as my nose smells the faint scent of tobacco as that bastard orca draws near, his tobacco breathe grazes my neck as he opens his mouth to bite. I shiver as I feel a sliver of saliva stain my snow-white skin.
No…
NO.
NO!
NOT AGAIN!
Seething, I screech feeling a wave of adrenaline, my claw-like hands snatch the orca by his neck surprising him, as I toss him to the floor, punching him constantly from both sides. I notice a splatter of crimson he coughs out stains the floor. I feel the urge of energy lose control as I hear the snap or crack of ice; I feel an ice-cold pain rush through my hand. I wield some slippery solid object and next thing I know-
"Argh!"
All I see is red...
Startled, I blink, feeling the rush of power, adrenaline, and blood lust fade from my frame, leaving me panting, exhausted, and tired state of my body yearning for bed. Slowly, I stand up only to stare wide-eyed at the bloodied orca, pinned down by a bloodied icicle, the ruby red stains the icy blue translucent icicle. Shocked, I stay standing up frozen as the orca stares wide-eyed, a smile across his features as I release a fierce cough.
I notice Rocma look calm, did she not see? I remain in my baffled position, mystified. What did I do? Silently, Rocma shakes her head tossing her thought aside to approach me, no longer looking fearful or hiding it at the very least.
"Silver did that perverted Orca hurt you? Are you alright?" Rocma frowns glaring at the smug Orca, in his own little world.
"N-No, I'm fine," I reply unsteadily not wanting to discuss, which I'm grateful for Rocma not questioning me.
"Now what's with the bag?" Rocma frowns puzzled.
"We should get it down," I whisper as Rocma swiftly releases her claws, cutting the bag free as I unravel it, only for my eyes to widen while Rocma scowls tiredly at the familiar shaking bloodied arctic wolf in the bag.
"Shirogane?" I question surprised.
"Pathetic, you used that boat again, tch you are beyond boneheaded," Rocma scoffs at him making Shirogane look down at the floor ashamed, making me sigh feeling a tad bit of pity for the poor wolf. I may be a mean shark but sharks have feelings too, we are seen as the bullies of the sea but we're victims too when we're not eating other fish or bullying small fry, but even I know when enough is enough.
Silently, I inspect some of the damages, wincing at some of Shirogane's bruises from purple, red, and sometimes blue, no doubt from the Orca's batting the poor wolf with that. I glance behind me at the weapon used seeing a few stains of ruby red leaking down, staining the icy floor below.
"Remember to take him and get checked out by Yukisada to tend to both of your wounds," Rocma informs me.
"We will, thanks Rocma," I smile gratefully.
"You kept your word," She simply nods and I nod.
"Silver," Rocma's stern voice stops me as I turn to her, her sharp eyes meeting my own.
"What I saw just then what was that?" Rocma scowls as I release a shaky sigh, no doubt she wants to know, wanting to know if I'm still a threat due to my shark heritage, not the first time especially when I showed my more vicious side. People presuming I have one but to be honest I do, I guess some shark-like traits are still in my nature.
"It's nothing really, that Orca, Idate is his name right?" I ask making her nod as I recall her grumblings about his perverted nature and her want to kill him.
"We are carnivores Rocma we all have this violent side to us. I have mine under control," I lie as Rocma nods, buying it much to my relief as we depart from one another, leaving a giddy grinning Orca looking blissful. I frown when I see his blushing expression. Weirdo…
But still, what was that just now? I know my violent side that wasn't it, why did I see...red. Could it be...no impossible he's gone, it's gone, everything associated with that is gone...it's probably nothing but my innate shark personality coming out...