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Popping back the joints of your back, you gave Sanji a wave. “Good night, Sanji.” You yelled back to said man and grabbed your jacket out of your locker.

“You too and be careful out there!” The curly blond retorted as he finished up cleaning.

“I will.”

The cold autumn air hit your exposed skin as you opened the door to the exit of the bar and made your way home. ‘Maybe I should have worn something warmer.’ You thought as you hugged your chest with your arms, attempting to keep the warmth as close as possible.

Everything around you was cold and dark as you walked your way back to your apartment a few blocks down. It may not be the best neighbourhood, but it had to do for now. Money was a little short since you started university without money coming from your parents for some backup. Yup, you’re a little bit fucked right now.

Sounds of cars passing reached your ears, even if it was way past midnight. Drunken people crossed the streets without even really looking for cars. Honking filled the otherwise more quiet nightly air as those idiots were almost hit by said drivers.

As used to it as you were, you still cringed when the sound drummed in your ears, giving a hell of a headache the more it happened.

Diving into your jacket as far as you possibly could, you passed the group of drunk men before they would notice your presence at all.

Oh how life hated you right now and wanted to proof differently.

“Hey, pretty lady~.” One of the men slurred out while you picked up your pace.

“He was talking to you, you whore!” Another slurred from less distance than you had hoped for.

You heels clicked on the road rapidly as you almost ran on them to turn the next block. You could see your apartment, hoping to get to your safety haven before these men would reach you. ‘Should’ve worn flats or at least taken them to work.’ You cursed yourself as you nearly hurt yourself ankle with a misstep.

A hand grabbed your shoulder and your back was pushed against the wall, another hand covering your lips.

“Could’ve just said ‘hi’ back, you bitch.” The man holding you back said, grabbing your collar tightly and brought his disgusting faces mere inches away from yours as his intoxicated breath made your stomach twist and turn.

He brought out a knife from his pocket and put it over your throat, his hideous eyes watching how water started to collect in the corners of your eyes. “Now be a nice little lady and keep quiet before I’ll slit your throat like uh.. like uh.. GUYS! I need your help!”

“Like a frog.”

“Like a banana.”

“You peel bananas, you idiot.” The one next to the speaker said, shoving his elbows in his side.

“Grapes.” Another said, making everyone turn and look at him in disbelieve.

“They don’t need slicing.” The one with the knife stated, still slurring slightly as he turned around a little.

Getting sick of the situation you’re in, you pried off your heels with the help of your other foot without gaining their attention while they’re bickering. ‘Just a little bit more.’ You thought to yourself as your shoe slid off your foot and your toes touched the cold tiles of the road you were on.

“A piece of meat.” An unknown voice joined in from behind the man and your eyes widen as they focused on the shadowed figure. It took a step forward to the men and you tried to wiggle out of the grasp you were in.

“Yes! That’s it! I’ll slice you up like the piece of meat you are.” The man said happily, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Mphf!” You tried to let your lungs scream as your assaulter wiggled his knee between yours, trapping you efficiently.

Wetness stained your reddening cheeks as you were focusing your orbs on the man in front of you, forcing his knife even closer to your throat.

Suddenly the male spit blood in your face and gurgled before collapsing to the ground, a knife evident in his back, staining his clothes with the liquid that contained his life.

The body twitched as you stood like frozen against the wall, pushing yourself back as far as possible could.

“Threatening a lady. You really are the worst.” The unknown male stated while the others screamed rape and murder before trying to scatter away, failing miserable. Several of them fell on their faces, not having made any progress at all.

You watched the man with fear in your eyes as he rolled his eyes, more bored than ever.

“Cowards.” He muttered, taking the blood covered knife out of the dead man’s back and faced you, wiping some new tears away from your cheek with his thumb. “You okay, miss?” He asked. His voice was smooth and never missed a beat as he mesmerized you with his greenish blue eyes that seemed to glow in the evening light.

Not trusting your voice the slightest, you nodded quickly.

The male grinned from behind his white striped, blue mouth cloth. “Good.” His hand left your cheek as he took a step away and turned back to the fallen men, kicking each of them in the side. A groan left his lips as he muttered silently. “Damn luck for a good fight. They’re unconscious already.

Your unsteady voice caught his attention as he turned his head a little towards you. “Uhm, t-thank you, sir.” A smirk appeared on his face as the man leaned in.

“How are you so sure I don’t want you for myself right now?” He asked suggestively as his breath warmed your face.

“I’m not, but you still saved me, so thank you.” You said, fidgeting with your hands, not knowing what to do at a situation like this. The male chuckled and stopped your hands from moving with his big one.

“Calm down. It was a joke.” Your shimmering eyes lifted towards his shadowed ones. “But you should go home though. It’s way too late for a lady like you.”

You nodded slowly, mesmerized by his eyes once again as they were hit by the dimmed moonlight. “T-thank you once again, mister..?”

“Killer.”

A shiver raced down your spine involuntarily as he spoke the name you’ve heard somewhere before. “Right. Killer. Can I repay you in any way?” His eyes roamed over your figure and you shook your head quickly. “With something that doesn’t involve my body, thank you very much.” A giggle escaped your lips as Killer rolled his eyes.

“Lunch.”

“What?”

“Lunch at the café over there. Tomorrow at noon.” He pointed at the closed shop at the other side of the street.

“Okay? I think I can manage that.” You gave him your hand. “(y/n), by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Killer hummed, smirking slightly, and kissed the back of your hand. “The pleasure is all mine.” A glint of mischievous filled his eyes for a short moment as they locked with you (e/c) orbs.

A smile graced your features and you nodded shortly. “See you tomorrow then.”

Killer’s answer was merely that he walked away and waved shortly without even looking back.

Still a little shaken up, you quickly made your way to your apartment and threw everything on the floor before taking a nerve-calming shower.

***---***

The next day you had been talking with the male that had saved you the day before while having lunch.

“Why would you even walk at night through that neighbourhood when you know it’s trouble?” He asked, a little concern lacing his voice. He was actually nice company and somehow, you felt at ease with him near you.

“I live there as money isn’t really sprouting from my fingers, you see?” You joked, wiggling your digits as he laughed at your antics. ‘God, his laugh is beautiful too.’ You thought as heat crept to your cheeks. If Killer even had noticed the change, he didn’t comment on it, only sipping gracefully from his cup of coffee. “I’ve never actually seen you before. Did you just move over here or have you been hiding yourself away in your house?”

“What do you mean with that?” He asked darkly, the aura coming from him felt heavy and cold as you gulped audibly, fidgeting with your hands like last night.

“Nothing, j-just curious.” You answered and the suffocating feeling on your chest disappeared as quickly as it came.

The male across the table hummed approvingly and finished eating quietly, eyeing your nervous figure from time to time.

After bidding each other your goodbyes, you went to work for an early shift with Robin. Who you told everything about your last experiences.

She paled a little at the mention of Killer’s name. “Killer was what he called himself?” You nodded slowly to answer her question, oblivious as to why she was acting like this.

“(y/n), you do know there’s a killer on the loose? Blond, muscular and really, really good with knives? He has killed his guards from..”

Your shocked expression made Robin stop in her explanation mid-word as she watched you with curious eyes.

“I.. I had lunch with a killer and I never even thought about that.” You slowly muttered, clutching your hair with your fingers and pulling it harshly for a second. Grabbing her collar tightly, you brought Robin’s face close to yours. “What should I do?!” With knitted eyebrows, you pleaded the raven haired woman in front of you.

She didn’t know, her silence quietly told you that and you slumped down until your knees hit the floor. Her hands took your shoulder gently as she told you, you might never see that man for the rest of your life again. Sniffling a little, you nodded and dries your leaking eyes with your sleeves before lifting yourself to your feet. This day, you did your job with fear gnawing at your consciousness, letting your fear take over the longer you worked and the clock would strike the time you were done.

Even with the fear eating you slowly, you were happy you were done before sun would decent to let shadows and darkness take over the city you lived in.

Fear and adrenaline dominated your veins as you set foot outside of the building and made your way back to your home. You were jumpy for everything on your way however, yelping when you heard a noise coming from several alleyways you had to pass. ‘What is even a safe haven when the fear comes from within?’

A shiver ran down your spine as you opened the door to reveal your cozy home. Light illuminated every crook and canny and only then when you had turned on every single lightbulb in your apartment, you felt a little safer.

Putting away your coat and purse, you quickly let your hands roam the cabinets, hoping to find something easy to eat. Having found some spaghetti, chicken and tomato sauce, you started to prepare your meal, oblivious to the shadow creeping closer to your cooking form.

A hand covered your now trembling lips before the tip of a knife came into view.

“Quiet, little kitten, or I’ll slit your throat.” The muscular voice purred in a whisper, tickling your ear with the warm wind formed by its lips.

Your eyes travelled up and locked with the orbs of your attacker via the reflexion in the window in front of you. The cry ready to leave your lips was muffled by a scarred hand and some tears rolled down your cheeks in utter despair.

His chest touched your back as his body-heat warmed your now frozen like figure, not daring to move anymore.

Behind you stood the man who saved you, the man who you had lunched with merely hours prior.

The man whose name was a profession on its own.

Killer.

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Popping back the joints of your back, you gave Sanji a wave. “Good night, Sanji.” You yelled back to said man and grabbed your jacket out of your locker.

“You too and be careful out there!” The curly blond retorted as he finished up cleaning.

“I will.”

The cold autumn air hit your exposed skin as you opened the door to the exit of the bar and made your way home. ‘Maybe I should have worn something warmer.’ You thought as you hugged your chest with your arms, attempting to keep the warmth as close as possible.

Everything around you was cold and dark as you walked your way back to your apartment a few blocks down. It may not be the best neighbourhood, but it had to do for now. Money was a little short since you started university without money coming from your parents for some backup. Yup, you’re a little bit fucked right now.

Sounds of cars passing reached your ears, even if it was way past midnight. Drunken people crossed the streets without even really looking for cars. Honking filled the otherwise more quiet nightly air as those idiots were almost hit by said drivers.

As used to it as you were, you still cringed when the sound drummed in your ears, giving a hell of a headache the more it happened.

Diving into your jacket as far as you possibly could, you passed the group of drunk men before they would notice your presence at all.

Oh how life hated you right now and wanted to proof differently.

“Hey, pretty lady~.” One of the men slurred out while you picked up your pace.

“He was talking to you, you whore!” Another slurred from less distance than you had hoped for.

You heels clicked on the road rapidly as you almost ran on them to turn the next block. You could see your apartment, hoping to get to your safety haven before these men would reach you. ‘Should’ve worn flats or at least taken them to work.’ You cursed yourself as you nearly hurt yourself ankle with a misstep.

A hand grabbed your shoulder and your back was pushed against the wall, another hand covering your lips.

“Could’ve just said ‘hi’ back, you bitch.” The man holding you back said, grabbing your collar tightly and brought his disgusting faces mere inches away from yours as his intoxicated breath made your stomach twist and turn.

He brought out a knife from his pocket and put it over your throat, his hideous eyes watching how water started to collect in the corners of your eyes. “Now be a nice little lady and keep quiet before I’ll slit your throat like uh.. like uh.. GUYS! I need your help!”

“Like a frog.”

“Like a banana.”

“You peel bananas, you idiot.” The one next to the speaker said, shoving his elbows in his side.

“Grapes.” Another said, making everyone turn and look at him in disbelieve.

“They don’t need slicing.” The one with the knife stated, still slurring slightly as he turned around a little.

Getting sick of the situation you’re in, you pried off your heels with the help of your other foot without gaining their attention while they’re bickering. ‘Just a little bit more.’ You thought to yourself as your shoe slid off your foot and your toes touched the cold tiles of the road you were on.

“A piece of meat.” An unknown voice joined in from behind the man and your eyes widen as they focused on the shadowed figure. It took a step forward to the men and you tried to wiggle out of the grasp you were in.

“Yes! That’s it! I’ll slice you up like the piece of meat you are.” The man said happily, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Mphf!” You tried to let your lungs scream as your assaulter wiggled his knee between yours, trapping you efficiently.

Wetness stained your reddening cheeks as you were focusing your orbs on the man in front of you, forcing his knife even closer to your throat.

Suddenly the male spit blood in your face and gurgled before collapsing to the ground, a knife evident in his back, staining his clothes with the liquid that contained his life.

The body twitched as you stood like frozen against the wall, pushing yourself back as far as possible could.

“Threatening a lady. You really are the worst.” The unknown male stated while the others screamed rape and murder before trying to scatter away, failing miserable. Several of them fell on their faces, not having made any progress at all.

You watched the man with fear in your eyes as he rolled his eyes, more bored than ever.

“Cowards.” He muttered, taking the blood covered knife out of the dead man’s back and faced you, wiping some new tears away from your cheek with his thumb. “You okay, miss?” He asked. His voice was smooth and never missed a beat as he mesmerized you with his greenish blue eyes that seemed to glow in the evening light.

Not trusting your voice the slightest, you nodded quickly.

The male grinned from behind his white striped, blue mouth cloth. “Good.” His hand left your cheek as he took a step away and turned back to the fallen men, kicking each of them in the side. A groan left his lips as he muttered silently. “Damn luck for a good fight. They’re unconscious already.

Your unsteady voice caught his attention as he turned his head a little towards you. “Uhm, t-thank you, sir.” A smirk appeared on his face as the man leaned in.

“How are you so sure I don’t want you for myself right now?” He asked suggestively as his breath warmed your face.

“I’m not, but you still saved me, so thank you.” You said, fidgeting with your hands, not knowing what to do at a situation like this. The male chuckled and stopped your hands from moving with his big one.

“Calm down. It was a joke.” Your shimmering eyes lifted towards his shadowed ones. “But you should go home though. It’s way too late for a lady like you.”

You nodded slowly, mesmerized by his eyes once again as they were hit by the dimmed moonlight. “T-thank you once again, mister..?”

“Killer.”

A shiver raced down your spine involuntarily as he spoke the name you’ve heard somewhere before. “Right. Killer. Can I repay you in any way?” His eyes roamed over your figure and you shook your head quickly. “With something that doesn’t involve my body, thank you very much.” A giggle escaped your lips as Killer rolled his eyes.

“Lunch.”

“What?”

“Lunch at the café over there. Tomorrow at noon.” He pointed at the closed shop at the other side of the street.

“Okay? I think I can manage that.” You gave him your hand. “(y/n), by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Killer hummed, smirking slightly, and kissed the back of your hand. “The pleasure is all mine.” A glint of mischievous filled his eyes for a short moment as they locked with you (e/c) orbs.

A smile graced your features and you nodded shortly. “See you tomorrow then.”

Killer’s answer was merely that he walked away and waved shortly without even looking back.

Still a little shaken up, you quickly made your way to your apartment and threw everything on the floor before taking a nerve-calming shower.

***---***

The next day you had been talking with the male that had saved you the day before while having lunch.

“Why would you even walk at night through that neighbourhood when you know it’s trouble?” He asked, a little concern lacing his voice. He was actually nice company and somehow, you felt at ease with him near you.

“I live there as money isn’t really sprouting from my fingers, you see?” You joked, wiggling your digits as he laughed at your antics. ‘God, his laugh is beautiful too.’ You thought as heat crept to your cheeks. If Killer even had noticed the change, he didn’t comment on it, only sipping gracefully from his cup of coffee. “I’ve never actually seen you before. Did you just move over here or have you been hiding yourself away in your house?”

“What do you mean with that?” He asked darkly, the aura coming from him felt heavy and cold as you gulped audibly, fidgeting with your hands like last night.

“Nothing, j-just curious.” You answered and the suffocating feeling on your chest disappeared as quickly as it came.

The male across the table hummed approvingly and finished eating quietly, eyeing your nervous figure from time to time.

After bidding each other your goodbyes, you went to work for an early shift with Robin. Who you told everything about your last experiences.

She paled a little at the mention of Killer’s name. “Killer was what he called himself?” You nodded slowly to answer her question, oblivious as to why she was acting like this.

“(y/n), you do know there’s a killer on the loose? Blond, muscular and really, really good with knives? He has killed his guards from..”

Your shocked expression made Robin stop in her explanation mid-word as she watched you with curious eyes.

“I.. I had lunch with a killer and I never even thought about that.” You slowly muttered, clutching your hair with your fingers and pulling it harshly for a second. Grabbing her collar tightly, you brought Robin’s face close to yours. “What should I do?!” With knitted eyebrows, you pleaded the raven haired woman in front of you.

She didn’t know, her silence quietly told you that and you slumped down until your knees hit the floor. Her hands took your shoulder gently as she told you, you might never see that man for the rest of your life again. Sniffling a little, you nodded and dries your leaking eyes with your sleeves before lifting yourself to your feet. This day, you did your job with fear gnawing at your consciousness, letting your fear take over the longer you worked and the clock would strike the time you were done.

Even with the fear eating you slowly, you were happy you were done before sun would decent to let shadows and darkness take over the city you lived in.

Fear and adrenaline dominated your veins as you set foot outside of the building and made your way back to your home. You were jumpy for everything on your way however, yelping when you heard a noise coming from several alleyways you had to pass. ‘What is even a safe haven when the fear comes from within?’

A shiver ran down your spine as you opened the door to reveal your cozy home. Light illuminated every crook and canny and only then when you had turned on every single lightbulb in your apartment, you felt a little safer.

Putting away your coat and purse, you quickly let your hands roam the cabinets, hoping to find something easy to eat. Having found some spaghetti, chicken and tomato sauce, you started to prepare your meal, oblivious to the shadow creeping closer to your cooking form.

A hand covered your now trembling lips before the tip of a knife came into view.

“Quiet, little kitten, or I’ll slit your throat.” The muscular voice purred in a whisper, tickling your ear with the warm wind formed by its lips.

Your eyes travelled up and locked with the orbs of your attacker via the reflexion in the window in front of you. The cry ready to leave your lips was muffled by a scarred hand and some tears rolled down your cheeks in utter despair.

His chest touched your back as his body-heat warmed your now frozen like figure, not daring to move anymore.

Behind you stood the man who saved you, the man who you had lunched with merely hours prior.

The man whose name was a profession on its own.

Killer.