A Bikini Is The Best Treasure, One Piece Job

Honestly the young female wind mage did not often fall into hypes that swept through earthland and caused such a buzz that you had to know about it. When something got that big? It was unlikely you’d be noticed within it and while her main goal in life may not be to be noticed, she also did not want to be drown out by thousands of miserable little cloned mages, all looking for the same thing. While they hunted aimlessly and hopelessly for something that it was very likely someone else had already found? Jiyu was much more content practicing her magic, ensuring she growed steadily stronger, until the day she felt confident enough to open her mother’s final letter; Oh and there was the thing about nursing her body back to health too, otherwise Marschal and anyone else who gave a damn would likely put her in an early grave by tying her down to allow healing her normal level of activity could stunt. However if she really wanted to go somewhere outside of the guild, heck even to another country, they couldn’t stop her! Jiyu was pretty crafty and determined to do whatever the hell she pleased, thought her desires were not often very far from what she could actually achieve without getting in trouble, and if she could get in trouble the wind user was pretty darn good at running away until what she needed away from was too far to touch her, that was how she ended up in Black Rose after-all, she finally stopped running when she became certain her father did not have people looking for her.

However back to the main point, she did not normally partake in hyped event’s, but she’d gotten enough of sitting around the Guild again, and it sounded like an adventure that could be fun. So the female waltz into the silvermoon restaurant. “Itazura, Kolt, you're both coming with me. We’re gonna help some old bastard hunt for that treasure people are talking about.” after she spoke the words, sternly as her still damaged voice could manage, the recovering mage looked over to see Ruminal sitting in one of the booths. "Hey, wanna come kid?" she hadn't seen his dad in a few days, but it's not like hunting for a treasure someone else had likely already found would be dangerous. Plus they were on the same team!

To some people the sound if rain crashing into the roof of their buildings would normally lull them to sleep. The repeated and uneven drops that came without a continuous even pattern was often something used for those with sleep problems. For Kolt on the other hand it was something that drove him insane. The sound. Pit pat pit pat. Drip drop drip drop. The noise that followed every second were maddening. It was worse than a clock that had broken, and the tock that everyone had come to expect after the tick would never come.

It was still dawn for the unwilling immortal that laid about in his bed. Two sources of warmth clung to his sides, both still asleep as they weren’t fazed by the irritating noise that was keeping him awake as this hour. His eyes glazed over as he felt their flesh on either side of his body. In his mind, part of him was telling him to act like the perverted beast that everyone assumed he was. The other side of him, the more dominate part in the situation, demanded him to rise from that bed like any other sane man, and start the day out.

With that issue dealt with, he began with the terrifying task of slipping out of the grasp of two respectably powerful women that both had strategically placed their hands on a rather sensitive organ on his body. Fear was there. It was slipping through his veins, and he knew with the wrong movement, he’d be in pain. ’Caution is a must.’ He mused to himself. His eyes skimmed over to the fair skinned beauty to his right, and watched as her hand had came down, and overlapped the pale skinned goddess to his left and had entered his shorts in his sleep. ’Damn women.’ He mused as he began to move her hand from where it was, and placing in her grasp a stress ball that he’d kept under a pillow for a case just like this. He quickly did the same for the pale goddess before slipping out of the bed, which was a feat on it’s own. It was no lie that Kolt was a large fellow, standing proudly at 6’8. At times though it was more of a curse than it was a gift.

With that issue dealt with, he slipped on his normal clothes, and ventured out into the store section of the shop, and quickly noted the drips coming from the roof into bowls he’d already laid out to test his new roof. Failure as always. That was actually what he was used to from the men he asked around the area. Maybe he should speak to someone in the guild? Eitherway, he wouldn’t open on a rainy day.

With his cloak over his body and hat in place to shield him from the rain, he moved off to the nearest restaurant, and sat down. It hadn’t dawned on him as to who was there, and really it didn’t matter to him as signaled that he was ready.

A small girl made her way over to him, trying to make herself seem prettier than she was with her swaying hips and pronounced chest. Many people by this time should’ve known it was the wrong way to get Kolt to do anything. ”Good morning Mr. Xenophilius. I heard you have a new shipment of books coming in this weekend.” The girl spoke to him, trying to engage in conversation as she had each time he’d ever came here. He didn’t care for her words really. He turned his head, and gazed up at her before speaking. ”I’ll take a coffee dear. Strong blend, and I’ll take it straight.” He spoke out to her in a voice that was rather that of a bored man as he withdrew a book from his coat, and begun to read.

By this time Jiyu had slipped into the place, and of all things ordered him to come along. It wouldn’t be a lie to say he considered striking her down at that instance, but all the same it wasn’t important enough. Taking a sip of his coffee that was delivered, he tilted his head at her. ”Not to be ‘that’ person ma’am, but who are you, and how do you know my name?” Kolt spoke outward, and it was a bit annoyed at this point. He’d gone so far, rejecting guildmaster and aces before the Tanuki who’d crashed into the roof of his shop, which he caved on joining her. Though he hadn’t yet introduced himself to anyone else of the guild. Around him, those that’d known him for years chattered about, laughing that he’d joined a guild after so long. ’Today is going to be one of those days.’ He said to himself under his breath.

WC: 808/4000

643 words

The barely clad woman's hips swayed to one side as she hummed, caught in some sort of thought as she looked in Ruminal’s general direction. However? Quickly she was snapped out of her internal thoughts, odd optics blinking slowly as if she’d went into a daze of sorts and was just coming out of it. Sometimes? Her mind and body were still rather slow, despite the decent rate she was healing at, her bruises, scratches and such, they all compiled something. Of course, secretly those had not been what she wandered off into mentally, instead her thought was something much deeper and private, such an ideal that it could bring a blush if she really thought too deeply, but she did not think about it too much, and thus remained passively playful, like normal. At least? People could guess that was her normal, Jiyu hadn’t been back too long, so stating any sort of normal for the wind mage could be someone becoming mistaken as well!

”Not to be ‘that’ person ma’am, but who are you, and how do you know my name?”

Jiyu placed one hand into her bang’s, combing her scratched up finger’s through them, her regrowing claws catching on the thick, unruly strands. How would it be best to respond to him? “I had a decent amount of time, where the only fun was to be nosy about everything going on, before I could go on mission’s again, that’s how I know who you are and that you're part of our guild, satisfy you mister stickler?” while she moved in a matter that could be considered flirting, just like the barista sort lady who had left them recently? Jiyu did so in a much different way, her movements deliberate and clearly flaunting, confident sort of behavior, but she did not seem to be directing it at anyone, just the world. Kazehime actually seemed rather disinterested in all of them, physically at least, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she cocked them to the side, hair falling over her shoulder and chest bouncing in it’s bikini top, waiting for Kolt’s response.

Momentarily she got distracted from convincing Kolt that he didn’t have a choice in coming with them.

A small grin broke across her pale pink lips, but the beautiful image it would have been was shattered by the numerous scratches spanning the left side of her face. Listening to the other two accept? Gave her more of a handle, and another way to pressure and try to convince Kolt that he should come along with them. “See.” she accented the word, one hand coming up in a very loose fist right next to her face, head tilting into it as she grinned closing her odd optics. Each move she made? Was crystal clear, pushing off whatever she had found to lean on the female put her finger on her chin, gazing directly at Kolt! “You mister are the only hold up, so come on, get up, we’ll all earn a decent amount of jewel for this and it should be easy enough, especially with four of us.” she doubted her presence was enough of a convincing factor, at one point in time Jiyu knew she was very attractive and would have been enough to convince most sane men to bend to her. However these days, her bruises and burn marks took largely from her appearance, at least until they finished healing, so she didn’t rely on her body nor personality to draw someone. Kazehime simply cast every fucking bait for someone she could, and hopped they’d be smart enough to bite, and if they didn’t bite, than someone was an idiot. “It won’t hurt you to come with us~”

She probably was not likely to ever forget if he didn’t come with, and her eyes said it.

Tick Tick Tock Tick were the sounds that Kolt recognized as the squeaking of the girl’s voice. He just stared at her for a moment. His mind began to turn as he passed through several possible insults to toss at her. This continued for a moment before the sounds of the girl setting his cup of coffee on the table alerted him that it was there.

’Entertain this girl for a time longer, or drink my coffee and read my book? The latter sounds better. Rude little prat.’ Kolt thought to himself as he reached over, and gripped the cup lightly in his hand. To those around him it would look almost comical as his large hand held such a small cup with ease, and brought it to his lips so he could take a sip before it was sat back down. His sense of disrespect towards her in return of her lack of manners continued as he reached into his coat with his free hand, and retrieved a simple book from an inside pocket. His index finger creeped across the spine of the book before he flicked it open with his thumb. His eyes dipped from looking at her face to the book, and skimmed across the words on the page. His body posture changed somewhat as he did so.

His right leg lifted up, and crossed over his left as his left hand, which was closer to the table rose to brace itself against the back of the chair as he began to read aloud to everyone.

“His life started out when he was in Germany, his mother and father both pure bloods. On the surface, his family took on the role of clergies. Despite being married, no one looked past this little fact. This was the ruse taken to be able to carry their selected crosses around with them without the worry of being question. They ruined Victor’s childhood because of this. He was never allowed to play with other children, or have ‘toys’ that weren’t something along the lines of tools, something to hunt hollows with, or to study

His training, it started around the age of 8. His mother took him to a secret underground bunker that was to be his home for the next 10 years. His mother felt the best way to train Victor was to do it in a manner that was to go with the phrase, Baptized by fire. What is trying to be put is Victor was given his cross, with little instruction on how to access it and fire an arrow before they released a Gillian class hollow into the ring with him. Each time it was the same before he finally killed the first one. It started with the inhuman creature came stumbling towards for the twelfth or thirteenth time. His right arm, the arm that he bore the bracelet that held his cross, shot out pointing towards the hollow before a gun, to be exact a 6 barrel revolver formed. Without flinching, Victor in a corner began to squeeze the trigger over and over again, each shot firing out, chunks of the hollow disappearing with each one. Even after the hollow was gone, Victor didn’t stop firing. He just continued till he passed out.

This left a scar on his mind, and so to the degree that he put up a mask. He hated what he was doing, and for the next 10 years, he follows his parents instructions to a T, killing everything they put before him. Nothing was really safe from him, not a Shinigami nor a hollow. Though there was a day that everything changed.

The eve of his 18th birthday Victor’s parents brought him to a room deep within the compound, and placed him before a box. The box was rather large, big enough to house a large animal if needed. Holes were cut in the sides towards the top along with the top of it as well so whatever was in it would be able to breathe. His attention to say the least was peeked. Hollows and Shinigami were transported in via Soul silver crates or cages. Never were large wooden like this brought in here. Was it a pet?

That idea was scrapped as he heard the sound that would only come from a human being gagged, trying to scream. His eyes narrowed as his right hand balled in anger. His emotions slipping past the mask he’d work for years. His parents mumbled something, he wasn’t sure what it was but when they dropped the side of the box down, his anger just got worse. His information he was fed by his parents angered him saying that before him was a mixed blood quincy, and his rite of passage would to be kill her?! Not likely. After an hour of arguing, he left, returning to his room for the evening, and this would be his last night in the compound.

He made his way back to the room where the mix was held up his gun before firing in the places which would cause bars to drop. In the same instant he made sure to grab them as they dropped. He smuggled the girl out of the compound, and let her in a town outside of his. From there, 3 years later found himself in Karakura town, living and doing what he could to get by.”

Without even taking a moment to turn the page, he flicked the book closed so to bring the cup to his lips again to sip the lovely warm liquid. Coffee was golden. His eyes shot to her, and then those that had gathered around. I do hope that you all, other than the stripper here, feel like actually introducing yourself before I just jump out of my seat. I don’t trust people I don’t know to watch my back.

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Word count 1001

Little did Kolt know his attempt to annoy the slightly bruised and banged up stripper dressed girl, was utterly useless! Eh he’d find out, but the attack was still funny, because the wind user did not have the attention span to continue paying any attention to him once she realized he was rambling on and reading a book out loud. If he wanted storytime instead of enjoyment? Kolt could go join some library guild and not consider himself as some sort of mage, to truly be one of the wizard world you had to put in the fucking work for it! Did people not think she wanted to curl into a ball and cry for eternity after what had happened to her, the event that her body still bore proof of? However she had not, she’d stubbornly jumped up like a jack in the box and tried to return to her normal life. She couldn’t fucking stand slackers, who acted like the world truly revolved at their pace, and everything could be put off for a little while, as if the time other people had on this planet was something to play with! It was one thing to be playful and mischievous like she was, add enhancement to the world around you, it was another to just sit here, wasting your own time and everyone else's, as if you owned the grains of sand slipping through the glass. Jiyu did not have the attention span to keep paying attention to what was Kolt was reading out, leaning against the counter with her stomach, fingers laced together as she considered the situation. Even if she was coming to hate this man? Kazehime did not lose to anyone, the wind user got her way and that was not about to go down the drain due to him, in the end he would come with them, and she didn’t care what his reason would be, even if it was to murder her if he could get her alone, he’d still be doing what she wanted!

Shaking her head Jiyu yawned and stretched her arms above her head, chest rising up as she did so and her guild mark clad stomach stretching slightly. If Kolt was going to play around with her that way? He would quickly find she was the queen of fucking with people, only because she liked being the one in charge thought, and in the end if she found it too tedious to play with someone, she could easily throw them to the side like something lower than trash. Jiyu did not even dignify his stripper comment with a response apart from a single cocked eyebrow, no expression of hurt or such passing her face, just one of those expressions that happened. Suddenly she seemed to have gone from intensely interested in him coming with, to forgetting he existed “We better get going Ruminal, Aruzati, the ship's captain wants to head out soon.” the female held her hands behind her neck, walking towards the exit of the building, glancing back at the boys who follow due to having agreed to the job. The very second it seemed as if they’d walk out without Kolt entirely, as if he never existed in the first, the wind user turned it around. “Jiyu Kazehime.” introducing herself, the ultimate proof she heard every damn word from Kolts lips, she just didn't care about what he said. All of this? Was tied off with her head tilting towards him slightly, before focusing out the door once again, vanishing with the rest of her body around the corner. Now it wasn’t her ballfield, she’d done everything right, it was just his move now, one way or another thought, he’d be on that boat.

“So Captain Clause, you requested some mages?” She gave a fang tipped grin when she spoke, eyes shimmering, her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted to the side. When the old man turned around to face them? He did kinda look like a santa, bearded, short, kinda fat and most namely, very grey; However a look of recognition instantly flashed across his face, weary eyes widening starkly. “Do not tell me a ship hopper like you is a guild affiliated mage now, never in a million years Jiyu! Damn, just, damn.” the wind mage chuckled as the their client got over his shock, and now recalled why the name on the flyer had looked familiar to her, she’d sailed on this guys ship a few times back during those days when she didn’t know where the heck she was going in life, back when she was legally a run away. “I guess I just got tired of running all the time, can happen to anyone, eh?~” she teased the sentence and he chuckled at her, grabbing the girl's arm and patting it, maybe a little too roughly as they both chortled.

“If you all want to come aboard, and not be idiots who sit on the bow of the ship like her, come this way, I’ll explain the job once we’ve set sail, Kid, go do your job.” At first? Anyone would logically think he was referring to Ruminal when he said kid, but any possible misunderstanding was soon set straight by Jiyu’s huff and irritated side look, tongue sticking out. “I’m not fourteen anymore Cap, and my only job is to help you search for this item! It really doesn’t take this many knots to tie a ship to dock and you know it Clause, how do you ever get out to sea anymore without someone to untie this shit for you!” even she insisted it was not her job and such? The wind mage was still playing with the rope holding the ship onto the dock, testing and playing with the knot, until her face lit up and she giggled at the fact she had the knot untied now. “And you very well know my name is Bork Weather, not Clause.”