My Snippets: Part 2

Death Song: Part 3 🔞

Warm.

Soft.

The last thing he saw in the depths of her eyes was worry and concern, before everything went black.

"Beautiful."

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Sakura

"Beautiful."

'What did he say?'

Then his eyes rolled, and his body went limp beneath her. It took the pinkette a few seconds to breathe again herself when she thought she lost him, but the steady (somewhat even) rise and fall of his chest beneath her palms gave her comfort that he was still fighting... that he was still holding on; for now, anyway.

"How's he?"

Her focus turned briefly to the disgruntled blonde, who had placed the tip of a sword at the back of her neck when she had shoved him roughly to the side; his intent on killing her evident... until he witnessed the wound on his companion closing, due to her unusual healing abilities. From then on, he kept a close eye on the pair as he continued to fight off her enraged kin; suffering only minor cuts here and there when his focus was elsewhere.

Sakura would be shunned she knew for disobeying orders and aiding their enemy... but when she saw her matriarch stab the young Captain, she couldn't help but feel a jolt of anguish... especially after witnessing the emotional turmoil pass across his features...until they settled into a reluctant acceptance of his fate.

She couldn't simply sit back and allow him to die.

She couldn't.

"Alive. For now, at least. We need to make it to shore. Can you take the helm?" The blonde's head jerked towards her and a look of pure astonishment passed over his features before he settled for looking at her as if she had grown two heads. She rolled her eyes in frustration. "Well? Can you?"

"Aye. But—"

"We don't have time for the code. Your Captain's life may depend upon it. You can deal with his wrath later. Take the helm and find land. Now!" Seeming to shake from his daze the blonde-haired pirate nodded, before racing over to the starboard side of the vessel.

A sharp jolt rocked the ship seconds later, before it began to move at a hurried pace towards the Northeast. Shouting could be heard from all around her but the pinkette refused to acknowledge it when she decided instead to focus all of her energy on saving this unknown man. So much so that she failed to notice the danger approaching before it was too late.

She felt a tugging on her hair, jerking her off balance and onto her back, before something hovered above her. Her hands came up swiftly to grasp onto the pointed end of her matriarch's sword... right before it would have impaled her between the eyes. "Betraying... little snake...," the old siren snarled as she pressed all of her weight onto the hilt of her blade. "Deceitful. (grunt) Manipulative. (grunt) Witch."

"Ugh...," Sakura grunted as she used her strength to hold the sword at bay; but how much longer she could last, she did not know. Their matriarch had not gained her "position" fairly or by popular vote, but from being a manipulative and conniving creature; cunning and cruel most would say and while she may have been smarter and stronger than most, Sakura still lacked the "true power" that came with being a ruler of their kind. She closed her eyes briefly.

She was going to lose.

She could feel it.

Until—