Portgas D. Ace x Reader
The air around the room was thick and musty with a stench of blood and sweat, bloodcurdling screams can be heard in all directions, begging, pleading for mercy. A place where no hope could bloom, and for where hell rules in itself.
Impel Down.
Her steps echoed against the thick cold walls, painfully slow, as though each cells and prisoners kept inside isn't bothering her not even a bit. Loud booming voices accompanied with undignified cat calls reach her ears in a displeasing manner, as though they find her easy to mess with. Indeed her beauty was something that draws people for attention, and she finds lots of uses for it, but she never took pride from her looks alone.
As she continued down the path, her long pristine coat flows behind her gracefully, like a royal's robe, at the mere sight alone, the prisoners' voices was silenced down in a deafening halt. They bit their tongue in nothing but pure fear, every cell in their body screaming for them to move as far away as possible.
Her steps halted once she's arms reach from a prison cell that contains the person she wanted to see.
The cell was dark, cold, the sound of the muted seawater encircling around the vicinity can be heard, instilling distant fears among its prisoners. However, the lone man sat on the corner held by chains around his wrists, never finds it the least bit terrifying nor it amuses him. His head was strung low, his dark fringe matted with sweat hid his eyes, but it's enough for her to notice that he's conscious, despite all the bruises and wounds from all the beating and torture he went through for who knows how long.
"Portgas."
Her voice, it was calm, and brave. A tone something you would only hear from a person when they feel at ease. But at the same time it was commanding, sending chills down the spine of any person who hears it.
"______." her first name rolls around his tongue with such familiarity as though he had chanted this before like an endless mantra. He soon lifted his head slowly, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his lips.
"I thought you never want to see me again?" he asks, his voice was suggesting a tone of amusement, someone in his condition shouldn't possess.
Disregarding the way the man refers her, the woman took a step forward, her eyes staring straight to his own.
"I'm surprised you've been holding on." She stated simply, a feeble way to irritate the grown man,
Her words however can only emit a gleeful chuckle from him. "You know all too well I'm not an easy kill." He retorts back, amusement dripping from his voice.
The woman was silent for a moment, the air was turning thick between them.
She gritted her teeth slightly, hands balling up in tight fists. The raven noticed her sudden distress, but he couldn't risk asking her why, no words left his mouth, he can only stare at her frame, standing tall before him. One wouldn't even notice the slight shake of her shoulders, and her tensed breathing, But Ace was always known to notice even the littlest of details, and she wasn't an exception, no. not for him.
"You knew all too well you fucked up."
Blunt as always,
It just never fails to amuse him.
Although in pain, the male laughs heartily, his voice echoes around the room that haven't heard such a gleeful laugh for who knows how long, some prisoners might mistook it as a laugh of someone who finally lost their sanity... and maybe it's only a matter of time before he did. Or maybe he finally does.
"...I know."
Note: This is a prologue of a story I’m writing in my Wattpad Account: (@ELPHIONE) If you want to read more, feel free to visit my profile. :)
