Seasick (yandere males x reader)

51- Dead.

"Tighter," Kazumi ordered firmly.

(Y/N)'s entire body ached, she wanted to stop but Kazumi would not allow her, so she gripped firmer.

"You do not want it to fall from your grasp," Kazumi explained. "Preform the first strike over again."

(Y/N) moved forward with brief steps, swiping the dagger through the air at a downward angle, then back up.

It was supposed to be a move that would cut a person from their collarbone to their navel and then inflict more damage with the reverse cut.

"You are moving too slow," Kazumi commented, leaning against the banisters of the stern.

It was night, and they were the only ones on deck, save for the crew member in the bird's nest on the lookout or the odd wanderer.

After the incident at the tavern four days ago Kazumi had asked her why she did not carry her dagger with her.

Her excuse: 'I would not know how to use it', and thus her late-night training began.

She felt silly, stabbing, and slicing the air as Kazumi watched all her clumsy mistakes. She was tired, sweaty, and knew she looked like a heaving mess in from of the regal Captain. Her (H/C) fly-aways stuck to her temples from the mist of sweat left behind their already two-hour training, and her ponytail was slack and lifeless at this point.

That night they were headed to another kingdom for another business dealing that (Y/N) grew tired of asking about.

She realized after Kori she was less excited to travel the more stops they made. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that each stop was progress for the pirates towards her assassination.

She noticed she did not get butterflies of excitement seeing land in the distance anymore, rather dread for what they had in store for Taycia. Either way, they've been on course for it since they left Ekapan and (Y/N) expected they'd be there soon.

"Do it again."

Again, (Y/N) stepped forward, slicing downwards and back up, this time trying to move faster.

"Too slow." Kazumi scolded softly. "If you give them time to see an opening, they will take it."

(Y/N) fought back a frustrated and pained groan.

Who does he expect me to be fighting? Strange creeps in bars or... well, him!?

"Can't we stop for tonight?" (Y/N) begged breathlessly.

Kazumi and (Y/N) locked eyes, they were lit only by the dim lanterns, and for a moment she felt hopeful he would show mercy.

"No."

(Y/N) felt she could cry at his words.

Instead of telling him that I did not know how to use a dagger, I should have just said I did not want to use it. (Y/N) thought to herself as she withdrew to her starting spot.

"Try the second strike," Kazumi commanded.

Kazumi had taught (Y/N) several moves with her short blade and labeled them as numbered strikes.

This was to make it easier for him to tell her what to do for both training, and if he needed to coach her in a dangerous situation.

(Y/N) raised her free hand to defend her head and neck, and cut the dagger close to herself, downward, and swiped the blade back up, outwards, and horizontal to her neck.

It was a strike if someone with a blade themselves were attacking.

The first cut would be to the wrist holding the blade, the second would be a neck wound.