𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗧.

⠕ :: THE NIGHT WE MET. ::

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‍ ‍‍ ‍‍                ➢ Bakugou Katsuki is a widely known pirate amongst the seas; both as ruthless and wealthy but, with a royal liege hanging over his head that he tries to keep quiet about. The secret is out when one of the roughest enemy pirate crews capture him but, for what exactly? That remains to be seen when it comes to the captains plans; Setsuna Tokage.

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Time taken:: 5 hours

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Word count:: 2,652

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Topics:: Pirates, AU

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Characters:: Katsuki Bakugou, Setsuna Tokage, various 1-B students.

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Type:: Explogency Masquerade

         ❍⠸ Art cr. raphodraws

#RPExplogency

#ExplogencyMasqueradeEvent

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O2 / 11 / XXXX

It’s been two days now since my lousy capture. All it took was an ambush; pathetic of them to take advantage of my crew instead of facing us head on while all of them were at ease during the nights course on sea. Even now, the familiar heavy waves at that time replicate the ones I feel in this locked in chamber.

My crew, if any of them are left after the attack, I suspect they would come for me even if they know I would have dismissals over it. If anyone is going to save me it is going to be myself over all!

The crew here is something belittling in taste of skill. They all work together in great coordination but, to me, they are just extra pieces of useless walking flesh ready to be skewered by my sword. The captain that leads them, a woman. I don’t know her name nor do I care for it. We hold the same title amongst our ships, “one bright day in the middle of the night, two dead captains got up to fight.” It will never be a pretty end if one is held hostage like the situation I am in now. With what they plan to do with me bound without crew, a ship, or weapons is unknown but, I’ll leave it up to my own decision when it comes to my fate.

The boards of this ship and the walls that surround me don’t creak. Someone would think that would mean that the team is sturdy but, a true fighter of the seas would know that it only means they don’t have the scars and wreckage from battle. They were foolish to allow me in an enclosed room, only shackled at the ankles of my bare feet to the legs of this bolted bed. It’s length is enough for me to roam to the desk table and the only lantern flickering on its right corner. They left this scratch of parchment here with ink and a pen as if to taunt me to write my own will. I left it be for days until their silence I couldn’t stand any longer.

If they want me to write then I will write but, it will only be to document how they’ll meet their demise if they try to tussle with me. I’ve seen how they sneer and spit in distaste when shoving in plates of meals cooked up to keep me strong. I’ve thought up many plans, ones that only insist that I would not make it out at the last step. For now, I’ll hear them out. I’ll demand to speak to the captain tomorrow evening and from there, I’ll decide what time will tell.

I’ll burn this page to fuel the flame they have set for me; they won’t get to read anything I write and it certainly isn’t for their petty eyes.

Until Tomorrow,

      Captain Katsuki Bakugou

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O2 / 12 / XXXX

The day had a brief start. They continued to speak to me little during food exchanges until I banged heavy on the wooden door, commanding to speak to their captain. I could only recall that night the wave of her sword flashing through hammering rain, dark eyes and darker hair that wavered like damp seaweed. She had been structured well on her feet while fighting, more loose in her muscles than I but, more than that, she was clever and fought dirty.

Her crew laughed at my requests but, through the bars of the door window, I witnessed how all of them shut right up once she stepped into the picture. In the light of the day, she looked more innocence until that grin splayed across her face; teeth as sharp as a sharks as if she had ripped them out of one herself and adorned them to her taking. She deemed herself as too coy, too devious to be attractive but then again, she was a captain after all. That should be the last thing on anyone’s mind, especially her own if she knew best.

She granted my request by simply shoving her cremates aside and entering my chamber without any backup to enter with her. For a long moment, I stood my ground against her, dangerous gazes challenging one another until she eased back into a humorous smile; one that was easygoing but seemed to be raking up to taunt me as well.

I did not know what her response would be to me forwardly asking for what reason I was captured for, even insisting that it could be for gold, to claim my life for popularity, or even to turn me in to the authorities on the main land knowing well about my bounties stacking up. In no rational sense in my mind would I expect her to come forth about her knowledge of me being of royalty.

She was on the dot, pointing me as the Prince of Shizuoka, a place I had abandoned long ago. How she knew or figured out this information that not even my crewmates were enlightened on was beyond my comprehension but broadened the reason on why she had been dead set on taking me alive. I asked for her name after beseeching my spite toward her.

Setsuna Tokage of Saitama, born into pirate-hood and destined to be a grand captain such as to the present day. I could only assume we are of the same age, young bloods on the sea will only snuff each other out at any given time.

I would damn myself to hell before letting her get further on the title, whether the information of my royal ties is out or not. She would say no further on what she planned to do with that fact and left me cursing her name. I’ll acknowledge her as a captain but with that will come the greater pride of getting to spill her blood upon her own cabin’s floorboards one of these blessed days.

I can tell, she hasn’t told her crew of this secret otherwise they would be more skeptical of my presence or try to gain the prize for themselves. She’s careful and cautious. What more will she require from me?

Until Then,

       Captain Katsuki Bakugou

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O2 / 13 / XXXX

Tokage came to me herself today. It was the early morning and she barged in, glancing out the barred window as if to see if anyone witnessed her sneaking into my chamber. I had been awake, sharpening a strong plank of wood I had chipped off the wall yesterday with only the edge of my bed frame that held sharp metal corners from underneath. Once she came in, I had hidden it beneath my sheets, hopeful that she wouldn’t see my new course of method to my freedom.

If she did, she ignored it and I was too stunned to be cautious once she sat herself in front of me on the bed. I had tipped to her sharply to not get so comfortable but she insisted further on whatever she wanted to tell me. I wasn’t expecting more reason on what she was going to do with me but it definitely didn’t make sense at the time as she rambled away about a deck party. A party on her ship! Even as she spoke on, the ridiculous nature of it all was making my blood boil. She thought to steal a captain, a prince no else, for a damn party!

I had been close to striking her right then and there but her intensity halted me further from doing so. She spoke in an ushered tone but, there was another side to her that I had not seen on yet that complimented her features; one that was gentle and compromising. I felt my fingers leave the grasp of my makeshift weapon and watched on further. She seemed embarrassed now, her face red at the reveal. Had she procrastinated her time on telling me why simply because of flaunt shyness? Wisely knowing, I should have taken advantage of that.

Why hadn’t I?

Tokage spoke easily about wanting to have the best crewmate across all the seas for this event that her ship would be celebrating, even if that meant it was not her of her own and it was one that she would need to force onto. Simply put, she thought no one on her crew was a good match to her standards and directed a course to stealing one away for herself. I took no time in taunting her about this, soaking in the humorous fact that she really thought capturing a Royal Captain would make her look any better. What would she plan to do with me after even if I planned on going along with it?

Would she let me go if I danced a night with her? It would be the last thing on my list to subject myself to something so jester-like, my pride speaks louder volumes than rationale.

She slipped away before long, not waiting for me to deny or accept after we berated each other like two married couples for what seemed like minutes after. I had thrown my stake at the door in frustration afterwards, knowing well that I wouldn’t be able to face my crew afterwards with such high expectations when I myself have been stolen away by a girl who just wanted to please her own appearance for a night. I’ll make my getaway into the depths of the water, shackled or not.

It’ll be more pitiful for her if her only date were to drown himself! Hah!

Until Death,

      The GREAT Captain Katsuki Bakugou

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O2 / 14 / XXXX

Throughout the day, the fall of the anchor had made the ship rock and start me awake to watch for hours as the crew bustled around the deck. They folded their flags, mopped, and lit candlelight’s on free barrels in clusters and singles. Occasionally, a bratty small woman would come in to measure me, snapping at how much I moved with her bushy brown hair covering her sight. She was swift with her work though, coming to show her progress with a trench coat much like the one they had stolen from me but, brimmed with blue trim cuts and a silk of red and white. What made me question this event the most was what Tokage had failed to explain; a mask attached to my own golden trimmed hat, the black ebbing matching my own fabric.

The girl told me to just put everything on before midnight and to not ask so many questions, as if anyone in my position wouldn’t have any to begin with especially with how little they answer me!

I waited for my time, begrudgingly allowing myself to put on what they have set up for me including my hat and the mask that shielded around my eyes and the bridge of my nose. Why hide my identity when they all knew of it already? That was what I had thought at the time but, two of her men came in wearing the same kind of masks as I. It was part of the event I could only junction at that point as they unshackled me from legs of the bed and attached them to keep my own together instead. If I were to dive off board this way, there would be no way to swim and I would become victim to the waves I once conquered.

The lights of the candles are all what lit up the night, the dark void of the sea surrounding the spacious ship. The crew, adorned in their own attire and wild accessories, was creative in itself even with knowing how little they may have had in materials. The event already begun before I was brought outside of the chamber I had been held in for days. They danced, laughed, jeered, and held merry to their partners. The only presence I truly found myself attentive to was the captain who had thrown aside her boyish slops and waistcoat. It was impressive, the parch of dress cloth waving past her ankles in ember green and the cut reveal of her left leg. The ruffles of her white long sleeve seemed comfortable to dance and fight in just as equally, the black arrowed back hat holding a long feather and her mask scaled with bristles of blue.

Tokage ordered those two men to release their hold on my arms and to be on their way and they did so obediently. She was the showcase of the event, with I just the piece of merchandise to flaunt. Even with that sour revelation, how she held her hand out to me as if she were dependent; I grabbed with no hesitation. She was not armed, only barred with her wit. This battle was none like I had been subjected to before but, one I would not back down from.

I grimaced past my mask though it only lost it’s touch over time as we moved against each other in rhythm to the band of shabby musicians beating away at out of tune lutes and hollowed wood boxes.

I came in and out consciousness it seemed. I drank none but my vision swirled as more time ed. The laughs and cheers of those around the event growing louder, the wave of dizziness holding me prisoner as we clasped hands, and those dangerous green eyes of my partner of the night ebbing away that past shyness from her request only days prior. She was in control.

Had I been bewitched? I felt my legs move as if they were not weighed down with a chain to begin with and the thought of stopping or having refusal never reached me. I felt myself fall in the embrace of ludicrousness, insanity, no thought of what was happening or what was taking hold of my actions. It felt terrifying but, free. I wanted out but, belonged to stay. I felt her place a kiss on my hand, one that I would’ve shunned away any other day but, I was too slow to react and swimming in fog.

Everything snapped me and the rest of the crew awake once the ship rocked with the blare and hit of a canon. My crew had found us, too proud to see that familiar flag waving and the flawless paint of the exterior approaching steadily. Once they had shot their harpoons accurately to the crows nest stem and made their way over like true ruffians, I swept Tokage off her feet with the chains of my shackles, not looking back as I made an escape with that red haired shipmate and the plain idiot arms-man. The rest fought until they could make their own clean escape back to our ship, cutting the harpoons off and raising our anchor as quickly as it had shot down to get their captain back.

Of course, my crew got a good earful on how long they took! Though, they reasoned back with tease that I seemed to be enjoying myself. I’ll be sure to kick their asses off the plank later.

Before I set in the night though, even if my hat had been restored and ripped away from the mask I keep in my cabin desk now, I think to how haunting and enchanting the night I truly met that captain had been. I’ll keep this note to myself, no need to worry the others about my caught enlightenment that left me breathless.

I’ll meet her again, surely, so I can cross swords with her again. If we dance again, we’ll dance to the death.

Lastly,

      Captain Katsuki Bakugou, Prince of the Night