There was always something up with Vaas. If he wasn't creating a new way to kill someone with his 'imagination' then he was usually seen pondering around, smoking or shooting up. Today was one of those creative days despite the fact that neither Vaas nor Cobra had slept since the night of the party. Things had been odd for Cobra, Vaas was more demanding of attention, even more so interactive with Cobra causing her to become oddly confused.
Why would he want her full devoted attention if all Hoyt wanted for her to do was learn and get better at fighting? It made no sense in this mad world but Cobra had quickly grown to adapt to appease Vaas because if she didn't, god help the nearest person lingering around. Today's weather was rather all over the place. It had started out with a nice sunny morning with drunken pirates strolling around Vaas' little party island, to eventually high winds and rainfall.
"A Monsoon Hermosa" Vaas chided as he strolled around the warehouse fiddling with some explosive. Cobra had been seated nearby on a crate looking out the window watching the rain fall down, pitter patter on the roof tops. A sound she had not heard in what felt like years. In the background she heard Vaas' clear his throat. One of his snarky ways of getting her to pay attention to him.
"Do you want me to make sure nothing gets blown away?" Cobra questioned with a raised brow as she shifted her weight slightly on the crate as she turned looking at Vaas. The mad pirate lord had focused back onto the device in hand. Something about the way he looked focused was humorous, perhaps the way his brow furrowed together or when he poked his tongue out while deep in thought as he fiddled with a screw driver.
"The only fucking thing blowing away right now Hermana is my goddamn mind" Vaas hissed in a low voice. Clearly he'd become agitated with whatever he was trying to do. Apparently his mind had been focused on making some sort of pyrotechnic bomb device or something insane like that. Cobra just shook her head slightly and turned back to the window watching the heavy downpour of rain begin.
"I wonder what the animals are doing?" Softly she spoke amused with her current train of thought. It wasn't often she spoke her mind but since Vaas had been overall demanding….it made sense to just do what was best.
"Probably fucking flying in the sky" Vaas retorted angrily before tossing the device along with other things away from him. "Fuck! Next time remind me to get fucking Jimmy to do this shit ya?" Vaas stood up and withdrew a smoke from his pocket, a sign he was really agitated. It seemed to be one of his many bad habits as he sighed and rubbed his temples while his eyes darkened with that madden look of his.
Although Cobra didn't bother with replying back, she just nodded her head and drew in a deep breath. The smell of pot filled the air followed with alcohol. They had come back from the beach shortly after the sun rose up. To think she'd told Vaas of what happened to her made her skin crawl a bit now. What did he think about it all? He never really said anything besides make the joke here and there about privateers and Hoyt. Yet despite all of that Vaas oddly remained silent like as if he was honestly listening to her. With a mental shrug Cobra finally stood up and rubbed the back of her neck.
"So" Cobra said breaking the ice as she cleared her throat. "When are you going to introduce me to this so called enemy you and your pirates are fighting hmm?" Cobra purred the words out hoping it would spike Vaas' good side.
The Pirate Lord only grumbled, rolling his shoulders seeming distracted once again as he took in a long draw of his now lit joint. With a heavy sigh Cobra brushed back her hair. Obviously Vaas wasn't going to answer her, maybe he really was distracted but the topic of the Rakyat, jungle warriors or whatever names the pirates gave them was a topic that seemed off topic between the two. IT would actually help Cobra mentally if Vaas would just give her something to do, something to please Hoyt.
Without saying or informing Vaas, Cobra got up and left the pirate lord to tinker with whatever else he had picked up and began to fiddle with. With the neon signs, flashing tv screens all around the place, Cobra had to give it to Vaas he was very creative. Artistic perhaps you might say or hypotonic. His warehouse was like a jungle of cable cords, neon lights, beer bottles, cigar butts, needles, useless crap and most of all an array of old fashioned tv's that like a spider had all been put up in each and every corner of the whole entire place. There Was nothing playing of course, not unless Vaas was making some big announcement, but right now it was just static with the occasional flickering of the one eyed pirate symbol.
Though the Pirate Lord was quite smart with getting all the tv screens to work to his very will and desires as Cobra looked around at the flashing static above before exiting the warehouse. What Vaas' intended to do with Cobra wasn't clear but she had become more like a soldier and stood ready to be given a command. Yet it was clear Vaas wanted her to be more like himself, she suspected that, or she should say a bit more like a pirate that was open and free spirited, easily controlled through the use of drugs and not to mention hot headed.
With a soft sigh Cobra began to make her usual track towards the canteen, Cobra paid a visit to her only friend, Chef. The large man was seeming to fix up something on a chopping board, the place smelt strong of blood as the large man worked away not once noting Cobra. Picking up a crate she sat down and fidgeted with her shoes clapping the tip of the boots together.
"Boring day?" The Chef muttered already knowing the answer.
Cobra had to laugh softly at the man, this caught his attention and Cobra felt like quickly hiding behind that mask of hers, but she remembered Vaas' words. They seemed more of a threat, what if Vaas intended on really punishing her by pimping her out to all the pirates? The thought sickened her but she remained smiling.
"You feeling ok Kiddo? You don't often laugh like that." Chef said putting down the chopping blade he had. Not really a chef's tool, more like a former machete that had been mutilated to look something like a butcher's knife.
"Aye I'm ok...I made a deal with Vaas." Cobra stated half shrugging. "Apparently your pirate lord wants me to be more uh….Emotional" Cobra said trying to come up with the correct words.
What even was it that Vaas meant by that? After all it's not like he was giving her a chance to go out and find herself, but she did have to admit it felt good not having to feel forced to hide everything. Part of her mind questioned if it was all a ploy to make Hoyt hate her but yet again it didn't entirely match up with how Vaas had been towards her.
"Ah an interesting deal." The Chef Nodded turning back to the meat before him and began to chop away. "It suits you though" An odd complement that raised Cobras attention.
"What suits me?" She said tilting her head ever so slightly, curious as to what the man was getting at. A compliment from him while he was chopping away at meat was very rare.
"The smile, it suits you. You look like a pretty girl. Best not be smiling to those pesky Pirates though, I'd have to give em what for" The Chef seemed amused with his words as he chuckled deeply.
In fact Cobra had to hand it to him, he did have a good sense of humour as she chuckled her self. It felt odd, naked almost to be open around someone. What would Hoyt think though? Part of Cobra didn't really want to think about it. Vaas had strictly said during their ranting and rambling last night that he didn't want her thinking about Hoyt. In fact the pirate Lords exact words were to pretend the man never existed.
Part of her questioned if it was Vaas' weird wacky way of trying to comfort her after telling him about what Hoyt had done to her back. Another part of her questioned if Vaas was trying to lure her into his mental mind traps, make her comfortable enough around him to drop her guard. Maybe she was a threat to him….maybe he wanted her gone?
A sudden thud made Cobra come back to it as she looked up at the blood stained bench that Chef had been working on. His attention was turned at her again, his eyes dark and brows furrowed. Had he asked her something and she'd completely zoned out? It would be a first but something told her it wasn't.
"Pretty girls with smiles need a pretty hair cut" Chef grunted out before he seemed to turn and limp off to the side.
This odd statement made Cobra stand up, she was curious, always curious but this time allowed to show it as she followed Chef like a shadow. He picked up a pair of scissors and directed her to sit down again on the crate. This didn't make any sense and it seemed out of place. Part of Cobra was afraid, maybe he thought it was ok to slit her throat, save her from being pimped out to the pirates, or being raped by many of them. Was he really that protective?
Either way the young woman took her seat and was surprised when she felt a large hand slid against her scalp before grasping a handful of hair. The sound of scissors close to her ear was alarming but when she saw the thick tuft of hair fall to the ground she suddenly understood. Chef was trying to make her look better, but wasn't he afraid of what Vaas would think let alone do? Though yet again death was probably a merciful thing after all Vaas had done to Chef.
One chop, two chop, pieces of hair fell all around as the man worked with steady hands clipping away at her hair to the point she could feel the blade of the scissors against her scalp. Often Cobra would twitche despite Chef's bantering of not moving or else he'll cut her. Tiny bits of hair kept landing on her face, the worst part was the feeling of wanting to sneeze as Cobra desperately attempted to withhold the sneeze. Only when Chef clapped his hands and dusted away all the hair on himself Did Cobra finally sneeze.
"Wait right there gotta give a pretty girl a brush and a look see" Chef muttered, again he seemed to move off to the side and Cobra questioned why he seemed so interested in making her 'pretty'. It's not like he was a professional at it, but again Cobra was more so distracted now with the hair all over herself as she dusted her face, sneezed once more and realized there was a crap load of hair on the ground. Had he made her bald?
"Here ya are miss." Chef said as he handed her a hand held mirror that was cracked slightly.
Chef seemed content on brushing her hair back as she held the mirror up and admired the fine work. Sure it wasn't exactly right, a few strands here and there but seeing herself with long thick hair down the middle and both sides trimmed was a fresh new look for her. In fact it made her feel different, better. A wide grin grew across her lips and in a heartbeat she stood up and gave the man a hug. Only to then realize what she had done and took a step back clearing her throat and lowering her head.
"Ah thank you for this it's nice, I really like it" She said awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her neck. It's true though it really was nice to have someone looking out for you and the style he had done was very much...well very pirate like. Maybe it would even let her blend in a bit more.
"It is not a problem, you look better and now you have a fresh new look with that hair. Maybe Vaas will let you even take a few new clothes, you would look nice in red." Chef admitted as he seemed to clean up the large mass of hair that had now gathered about the place.
Looks like the pirates would be getting some hair in their food later, not a surprise, Chef Really loved putting little surprises in their food just for a good laugh. Although amused by this whole outcome, Cobra took Chefs word as a form of advice. Honestly she could do with a bit of a shower now though with all this hair floating about her.
"I better get going before Vaas starts yelling on the mic again" Cobra joked as she got up, waving goodbye to the man that was far too busy with sweeping and whistle to himself.
Perhaps that was the nicest thing about him, not just a friend or a person to talk to but the fact he seemed so normal, so calm. Most pirates were too drunk or getting high, being nothing but what you would expect from Pirates. Approaching the warehouse, Cobra didn't think much of the leering or googly eyed pirates that slumbered about. Most of them had baggy eyes worse than her own so she paid no attention to them.
Vaas on the other hand was sauntering about the inner part of the warehouse muttering to himself, probably going back to that damn bomb device he was so fixed on earlier. So she didn't bother showing off to him with her new hair, after all she was a bit itchy so a shower was ideal in her mind set.
Going up the flight of stairs to Vaas' neon red lit up creepy ass hallway of a place, Cobra walked down the long hallway feeling more like she was in some photo developing room before she pushed open a door to reveal a bathroom. To be honest it was better than the squat holes the Pirates seemed to dig and use. Though there were no tiles, just a steel metal floor, there was still somewhat of a functional shower room.
Everything smelt like Vaas though, despite the fact he showered daily, morning and night, he loved to over kill everything with body deodorant. Mostly of whatever is popular in the trending world. Tip toeing across the cold steel floor, Cobra twisted the shower knobs till the pipes began to rattle a bit but eventually the water came through. Vaas was probably the only high privileged person on this whole entire island that had decent hot water. As steam began to rise Cobra jumped into the shower having stripped away all of her clothing and began to wash away the loose bits of hair that had gathered all over his face and upper shoulders and back.
It felt nice, not just with hot water but rather like being able to relive for a brief moment before a particular booming yell comes through breaking any train of thought. Vaas was standing at the doorway yelling incoherently, or more like Cobra just couldn't understand a single word he was saying because it was too fast and she had running water over her face. Naturally she shrugged him off which oddly enough infuriated the man enough to grab her by the elbow pulling her naked and dripping wet out of the shower.
"I said get the fuck out you fucking piss of who-" Vaas stopped dead in his tracks when he suddenly realized the woman in his shower wasn't just some mysterious sneaky whore but rather Cobra. "The fuck happen to your hair?" He said taking a step back looking rather dumb found before that childish goof grin of his spread across his lips. "You trying to look like me now Hermana huh?" He taunted in his playful manner.
Taking in a deep breath at least Vaas was decently ok with it despite the whole grabbing her out of the shower and disturbing her peace. Brushing back her wet hair, Cobra nodded and slunk back into the shower went Vaas' hold had loosened. Though to her dismay he did not leave her, rather Vaas had decided to stand leaning against the shower just watching her with that cocky grin of his.
Naturally Cobra would have covered up but Hoyts treatment upon her had been enough to make her not so concerned about lingering eyes. However with Vaas she may have to reconsider such acts around him when she felt a hand firmly slap against her eyes.
"VAAS!" Cobra bellowed as she spun around flicking water in his direction.
Giggling like a child Vaas only taunted her in his natural childish manner while Cobra rolled her eyes and returned back to lathering herself up with Vaas' shampoo and shower gel.
"Oh now you want to smell like me too huh Chica?" Vaas' childish nature didn't give up as he chuckled almost turning his face red and shaking his head side to side far too often.
"Gimme a break alright" Cobra hissed lowly but Vaas heard it loud and clearly.
She almost froze when she no longer heard his giggling foolish laughter of chaotic evilness. Perhaps she had hit a nerve and was about to apologize when suddenly she felt Vaas' hand once more on her ass, though this time it wasn't just a slap but a good handful.
"Shh Chica." He cooed against her ear before stepping into the shower himself and forcefully pushing Cobra against the nearest wall. "I get it, I really do get it" His tone was oddly calm and soothing as he leaned in against her all the more his hand began to slowly loosen from the grope on her ass and slid down further.
Naturally Cobra would have just shrugged this off and wiggled her way out of this situation, but something about the way Vaas breathed against her neck, how he spoke and even more so the fact that she felt his body pressed against hers and that hand moving further and further down. It was seeming to take her breath away and Vaas knew that as he bit his bottom lip watching her.
Suddenly the water felt hotter or maybe it was the steam, but Cobra felt an odd spike in herself like butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't explain it. Gently Vaas continued to slid his hand down between the curve of her ass until he found what he wanted and slowly began to rub his fingertip against her. The sensation was overwhelming causing her to gasp and automatically arch her ass out as Vaas' took it as an invitation for his fingertips to explore more teasing her as she moaned and gently moved against him.
"Thats right chica purr for me." He whispered against her ear in a rugged voice before he retrieved his fingers from their position only to strip himself naked despite how his clothes were saturated wet, but he did it without taking time.
With one swift move he forced Cobra to turn around to face him but never enough time for her to get a good look at his well toned body. Whatever this aching feel was, Cobra had fully given into it as she felt Vaas' hands slide down her legs and lift her up, pinning her back against the shower wall and tightening her hips around his waist as Vaas began to rub against her outer area.
Pushing himself inside, their bodies melded as one as Cobra gasped at the sensation of feeling Vaas' inside her. Even the Pirate lord let out a pleasured groan as their eyes locked with one another and lips feverishly locked in place, dancing to a heated tango with their tongues moving from mouth to mouth.
One of her hands held onto Vaas', her legs tight around his waist as he thrusted deep inside of her moaning incoherent words when their mouths had parted. Cobra's other hand ran over Vaas' scalp, something usually the Pirate lord would not permit but in the heat of the moment 0 fucks could be given as Cobra purred his name out edging the pirate lord on more and more.
"You're so fucking tight chica" Vaas remarked, his breathing becoming heavier as he kept thrusting faster and faster, not once slowing down.
Responding back with a faint pleased murmur, Cobra felt her insides tighten around him the moment Vaas' moved his lips to her neck and digging his teeth in. This odd sensation was making every inch of her nerves feel like they were on fire as he grip tightened around Vaas, one of his hands gripping tighter onto her ass while the other held her hip in place.
Burying her head into the side of Vaas' neck, Cobra attempted to murmur out the moans and gasps coming from her, the begging for more over and over again and Vaas gave in to her, never once denying her that sensation. Like a firework going off inside her body and soul, Cobra's head smacked back against the wall as a powerful and overcoming sensation washed over her body, her grip tightened around Vaas she she felt his teeth loosen their hold on her neck.
Even the mighty pirate lord quivered from his own orgasm as he gently pumped inside of her, filling her up with his own cum. Looking into Cobra's day dreaming eyes, Vaas smirked to himself knowing he had fully won her over.