TRIGGER WARNING: There are SEVERAL mentions of past abuse in this chapter. Abuse is not okay and you are not responsible for the other person's actions. If you are suffering from any sort of physical, verbal or psychological abuse, you need to TELL SOMEONE about it and get yourself out of that horrible situation, because there is no excuse for abuse.

FOREWARNING: Lui is extremely sadistic and violent in this chapter, and I am sick of hearing excuses for him or that people wouldn't care about him scarring Shu in the canon.

Canonically, Lui was still a kid (between 11 and 16?) That blatant sadism at that age is not healthy, and yes, it is an anime and obviously things are different to the real world, but people don't seem to comprehend that his actions were NOT IN ANY WAY OKAY. Yes, I appreciate his character, and he is much better in Turbo, but there is no excuse for sabotaging and scarring people you're competing against either physically or psychologically.

If you read this story, then please just keep that in mind. If you don't give a damn about his actions, that's fine, we all have our own opinions and this is mine. Don't start shit over it because those kinds of comments are just going to be deleted. I'm not saying 'oh, let's all go and start hating on Lui,' again, I love Lui, but people need to not make excuses for him or say that his behavior is okay, because it isn't and that mindset for you isn't healthy either.

Rant over!!

Anyway, this will have a Pt.2, this is to develop the reader's character a bit more and tell you more about their relationship with Kurt. Kurt will be featured more in Pt.2.

"Are you okay?"

You silently looked up at Kurt from where you stood behind the wheel of your ship. Your knuckles were white from how tightly your hands gripped the handles that had intricate carvings etched into the dark wood, carvings that were slowly beginning to fade in some places from the years of use and steering.

"I'm sick of leaving my home like this." You replied shortly, fixing your eyes back onto the horizon that you were on route for. You had no idea where you going, your stay in the Emerald Isles was meant to be a short one. You'd get some supplies, have a few drinks in a tavern, maybe even slip away to see your father, but of course all of thay was ruined for you when he put in an unexpected appearance.

Your teeth gritted at the very thought of your husband, Wakiya I'm a freaking pirate Murasaki. The revelation had shocked you, especially when you made the connection between him and the pirates employed by the Wyvern Empire. He hadn't hired them, he was one of them. You didn't at all care that he, like you, was a noble putting on a facade and going around gallivanting as a pirate. A small part of you admired his tenacity to do what yourself had done, but a much bigger part of you was annoyed at having the wool pulled over your eyes like that, but thankfully, you had far more secrets than what the boy emperor could ever hope to discover.

"We could get rid of him of course," Kurt offered conversationally, easily sensing the core reason for your ire. "Me and Xander could easily–"

"He's not worth the risk of a war." You cut him off with a tired shake of your head.

"That's never worried you before."

"My father's never cautioned me against it before." You scowled, the memory of his words flashing through your mind, still fresh from when he had whispered them to you the night before.

Flashback

'I won't force you to go with him Y/n, but you need to avoid confrontation at all costs.'

'He wouldn't risk anything, not when I know that he's a pirate. I might be a Lady, but he's an Emperor, that wouldn't go over lightly if I decided to reveal his little secret.'

'It wouldn't, but he's a man, and you're a woman. If he retaliated and it got out that you were off playing pirate, the reputation of this family as well as your own would not survive Y/n, his would.'

End Flashback

You had of course, filled Kurt in on the heated exchange between you and the man who had sired you. Kurt knew everything about you, not only was he your first mate, he was your best friend, and had been so shortly after you had begun to sail under the guise of Captain Winter, all those years ago. He knew your secrets, your true status, he was the first person you told when discovering your betrothal, and he had gone so far as to propose to you himself as a way out of your forced marriage.

Flashback:

'At least we'd be happy.'

'I know,' you frowned sadly, biting your lip in careful thought. You'd be lying if you said the offer didn't tempt you, or if you said the thought of marrying your best friend didn't make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You were seriously considering the possibility, even though you knew in your heart that it couldn't be. 'My father would be forced to disown me, it'd quite possibly start a war with the Wyvern Empire, and I still might be made to marry Murasaki despite already being wedded to you.'

End Flashback

It was his idea to 'kidnap' you from your husband's carriage and to run off into the horizon. Kurt was your confidant, the one person who you trusted above all else. He knew the reason, the real reason for your reluctance to be wed, and you silently wondered if he'd be so quick to propose to you without the threat of an alternate betrothal. He held you through the nightmares and dark memories, and propped you up when being strong felt close to impossible, you honestly didn't know what you'd do without him.

Kurt eyed you, before letting go of the idea that truthfully was incredibly tempting. Casually, he leant against the steering wheel, and stared out at the horizon with you, the very same horizon you had first set sail for together, and the same one you'd sailed to while fleeing from your husband. You would always make route for the sun where the sly met the sea when you had nowhere else to go, allowing the ocean's currents and riptides to take you where they may.

"You know, I could have you a wedding right here on this ship."

"Excuse me?" You arched a brow sharply, subconsciously tightening your grip on the wheel. Gods, had you spoken your earlier thoughts aloud? How else did he seem to hit on your thinking so accurately, or was it really just that easy for him to read you?

"You're a captain, the Rebellion is your ship, which makes you the only authority that can be seen. If you wanted to be married, all you'd need is a man to marry you. Or a woman. The decision would be yours."

You drew in a sharp breath of air through your clenched teeth. Every nerve ending was screaming at you as your mind raced with the possibilities of what his words might mean. You were careful in choosing your next words.

"Well, I suppose Xander is pretty cute–"

You ducked under the playful swat Kurt aimed to the back of your head, laughing as he jokingly called you a wench, and accusing him of mutiny. But even as the two of you enjoyed in the playful banter that you knew Kurt had begun to distract you from your troubles, you were forced to try and ignored the aching in your heart, wishing that he had been genuine in his words.

It was supposed to be a simple hit and run. Sure, sometimes things could go wrong, such was life after all, but things didn't normally fuck up on this size and scale.

Shu was leading the assault in the harbour, while Xander took care of the village. Kurt was on the trail, rifle in hand, armed and ready to take out any soldiers that managed to escape the coastal city town guessed what you were really after, the Pegasus Jewel.

You'd effortlessly taken out the guards assigned to the tall structure that was a beastial hybrid of metal and stone construction, when you sensed a presence on the top tower platform alongside you. Wisely, you had ducked down beside a low wall for cover, biting your lip to repress your loud gasp when you saw the fresh corpse of a guard, a guard you clearly remembered knocking out. His crisp white shirt was ruined, and a deep crimson was pooling from a wound to the chest and staining the once clean fabric.

This wasn't meant to be happening. One second, you'd been smirking at the ease of your victory, and in the next, a cold feeling of dread was seeping into you, and you sensed a dark presense. No one else was meant to be there, aside from yourself and the men guarding the place. You hadn't heard any gunshots from the dirt path that disappeared into the treeline before the tower, so you knew that he had not come that way, otherwise Kurt would have shot him from his perch in the tree tops.

You heard a gurgling from somewhere below you, and you immediately recognised the sound as one you had heard before. It was someone choking to death, on what you guessed to be their own blood. Your heart racing, you peered around the wall, and looked down through the metal grates, drawing your own blood from the skin of your lower lip as you bit down even harder to repress your involuntary noise of shock and horror. It wasn't the grusome scene that so scared you, no, you had been the course of many of those yourself. It was the person, drawing his katana–like sword from another man's chest that struck a primitive fear through your very being, and his head of flaming blue hair.

Lui Shirosagi. The White Tyrant himself with a reputation for being one of the most brutal and bloody to ever plague Poseidon's waters. He had been your best friend once, and even your first love, until he had revealed himself to you as the deranged and obsessive psycopath that he truly was. A passionate and hate filled man, intent on punishing the world for the pain that filled him, even if it meant bringing those close to him down in the process. He was the reason you had been so afraid to enter a marriage with an unknown man. Lui had beat you and abused you until your were merely the shadow of a girl.

Once upon a time, he had appeared to be kind, chivalrous and loving, everything a father would want in their daughter's love. He hadn't revealed himself to you at first, but ever so slowly, the loving and kind facade had dropped away, until finally you could see the cold sadist for what he really was. Then one night, you couldn't take it anymore. You fled your home and stole a ship, meeting Kurt along the way. He had been surprised at your skill for sailing the ship, and you had let him stay providing that he didn't rat you out to the guards for your theft. He surprised you with his rage when he saw the bruising across your face, the result of Lui's temper. He'd seen the fire in your eyes and the determination glinting inside when he'd raised his voice, thinking he was going to hit you. Instead of striking you, he taught you to fight with a sword, and together the two of you became the first two members of the Shadow's Rebellion.

It wasn't long after that you met Shu Kurenai, and learnt the story of his scar. You'd devised a plan, not only to pay your ex back in kindness, but to get you own revenge on the man who had tried his damnedest to break you. Expensive oils had temporarily changed the colour of your hair, and the needlework you'd learnt from a young age came in handy when sewing yourself a tight corset and a ruffled skirt. White stones crushed into a fine powder had dusted your cheeks and made your skin fairer, while droplets of water elongated your lashes, and the vibrant juice of a cherry had stained your lips. You had been unrecognisable and so mesmerizing, that Lui had been caught entirely off-guard when his expensively payed hooker slashed his face with a knife concealed in her skirts. You set sail that night with more than just revenge, but a new friend and a loyal member of your crew.

Evidently, Lui had not given up on making you pay for leaving him, and gifting with a scar that made him all the more imposing. He had attacked you and Kurt, scarring your hip and quite literally unhanding your first mate in the process. And now, as fate would have it, he was here.

For weeks now, you'd felt like someone was following you. It had almost been enough for you to call off the Pegasus raid, but the opportunity had been too good to pass up. Now, gazing down at the imposing figure of your former lover, you regretted not ending him when you had the chance.

Carefully, you drew your Gambol Shroud. In your fight with Wakiya, your blade Harbinger had sustained severe damage, something you had found out when practicing your sword play with Kurt days later and the silver blade had completely shattered. You'd been left using a much heavier sword that felt unnatural in your hands, and felt clumsy and awkward in battle. Not long after that, Kurt had approached you with a gift. It was rectangular and metal, wrapped with a silky black ribbon. The metal was a sheath that was sharp enough on it's own to be a weapon, and the actual blade itself was also black in colour, and closely resembled a katana. The ribbon, you found, was attached to the katana hilt, and worked well for strangling someone amongst other things. Gambol Shroud was by far your favourite weapon, and you were forever grateful that Kurt had gone the lengths that he had to have it specially crafted for you.

Gambol Shroud^^^
Katana
Sheathed
Sheath
I couldn't find any good images of the weapon with the ribbon attached to it sorry.

A gun shot pierced the air, hitting the edge of the wall, forcing you to throw yourself backwards and run for a new vantage point. You ducked behind a pillar that supported the topmost platform and the small stone hut upon it in which the Pegasus Jewel was meant to lie. You could see Lui better now, he was lowering his gun, and had his katana, Bloody Squall attached to his side. As always, you frowned when you saw the deadly blade you had given him, only for him to turn it on you and your friends in the past. He returned his gun to a thigh holster, and as he turned, you could see the thick black ribbon that was tied over his eyes, blinding him, though you supposed that there was probably a slit cut into it for his good eye to see out of.

"It's nice to finally have time to ourselves, don't you think?" He called up to you and your eyes widened when you realised that he knew you were there.

'Of course he knows,' you took a moment to scold yourself. 'That shot wasn't random, and Lui wouldn't waste valuable ammunition like that.'

"Leave me alone!" You shouted back down to him, grabbing your own gun and firing several quick shots down at him in rapid succession. It did nothing. Of course it did nothing. Lui couldn't be killed that easily. With a movement faster than what your eyes could follow, Bloody Squall was drawn and he deflected all of your bullets with ease. A familiar fear gripped your heart.

Lui was the only one who you had ever feared. He was the first person to introduce you to pain physically inflicted by another person, to show you what true helplessness and fear felt like. He was also the reason you were the person you were today. Captain Y/n Winter, mother fucking Pirate Queen™. He might have clipped your wings, but Lui Shirosagi was also the reason you had learned to fly. Kurt might have been the one to teach you how to fight, but the memory of Lui was the reason you had pushed yourself so damn hard to rise above everything and be better than the best. He was the one who drove you to be great, to learn how to dance circles around those who challenge you, to always be confident in your ability to emerge victorious, and now it was time for you to face your the tormentor of your past, and rise above the way in which he plagued you.

"But I've waited so long for you to be away from them." Lui spat out the final word like it was a plague upon his tongue, as though the very mention of your crew made him feel sick on the inside. You knew it would be better for you to face him on the ground, where the terrain was much more open and there would be infinitly more room for you to move around then there was in this tower. Without hesitating, you leapt from the platform you were on and off the side.

You had the flat of your Gambol Shroud over one of the thickly corded ropes that helped to anchor the structure to the ground, and the hand not on your blade's hilt tightly grasping at it's ribbon. Lui had anticipated your move, and even as you began to slide down the rope, he shot at it twice with his gun with deadly precision and the weakened fibres groaned and snapped under your weight. With a gasp you fell, and landed on your back, the air being stolen from your lungs. You had lost your hold on the hilt, but your wrist still had the ribbon curled around it, so you didn't completely lose your weapon. Despite being still somewhat winded you forced yourself up, knowing that to stay down would mean death for you, just in time for Lui to attack.

You met his first strike and dodged beneath his second. He attacked you from behind and you slid out of the way, firing a kick to his stomach that he only just managed to avoid.

"Why did you have to come into my life and ruin everything?!" Lui demanded, and even without being able to see those violet eyes of his, you knew that if you could they'd be shining bright with fury. You used his rage to dance back away from him, noticing how he had lowered his weapon while shouting. It could have been an opening to bait you into, but somehow you didn't think that he was currently in the right headspace to do that. He was so angry, so impaired by his rage that he was slowly becoming even more unhinged than you already knew him to be.

"You've been stalking me across the sea," you threw back, knowing now for certain that it was true. His accusations angered you, and you also knew that even hoping for him to ever change was a fool's desire. He had aways blamed you for the wrongs in his life, ever since you had left him all those years ago, it always seemed to be your fault, and for a time you had begun to wonder if maybe it were true. "I don't want anything to do with your life!"

With a roar, Lui attacked you. You spun and caught his blade with Gambol Shroud's sheath strapped across your back, and slid out of his way and used that momentum to perform an aerial cartwheel, and landed precariously on the safety rails that bordered the lowest and largest platform that you had been fighting on. Now, adrenaline could make people do crazy things, you'd heard stories about people who were trapped and literally cut off their own limbs in order to escape and get free. But when you were in a life or death situation like the one you were currently in, you found yourself reaching heights in battle that just wouldn't have been possible in every day life. Adrenaline, was quite possibly the closest thing that humans had to unnatural powers. The moment your feet hit that guard rail, you were bending your knees and launching yourself into the air, far out of Lui's reach to the point where at the height of the flip you tucked yourself into, your coat tails were brushing the bottom of the platform you had been originally been standing on before this whole mess had started.

You landed, and Lui was on you again in a flash. A gun shot narrowly missed your face, if it had been but a centimetre closer to the left it would have grazed your face. This wasn't like when you had fought your husband back in Pirate's Cove, Lui wanted you dead.

This time, you took the offensive. You threw Gambol Shroud into the air, and hooked the blade over one of those metal rafters. Ribbon in hand, you got a run up and jumped, trusting the weapon to support you. You swung around the central beam, unhooked Gambol Shroud with a flick of your wrist, and came down upon Lui, your feet slamming into his chest and throwing him back.

You followed up, and slashed at Lui. The two of you exchanged passing blows, but despite your seemingly equal skills, Lui's sheer strength won you over and started forcing you back, giving him even more room to manoeuvre. Bloody Squall came down over you, and you raised Gambol Shroud just in time to avoid being cleaved in two.

The blades made an awful grinding sound together, Lui still trying to force your blade down, and admittedly you were struggling to hold your own. He was always stronger, in fights or whenever he was particularly infuriated and pinned you to the wall by the neck. But not this time, even if it meant using every trick under the sun you refused to be his victim again. It was your turn to rise.

Your free hand grabbed the handle of Bloody Squall, trying to force Lui back while he then grabbed onto your wrist and squeezed, trying to do the same thing. You gritted your teeth in anger. You were sick of him leaving bruises on you.

Lui switched tactics, instead of forcing your wrist back, he pulled you towards him. You used the momentum he gave you to tumble forward under his arms, unable to stop yourself from hitting the floor and rolling along the floor. You got to your feet, starting to pant, but then Luo was there again, his fingers curling around your throat.

You froze. You knew of at least three ways to get out of his hold, Kurt had taught it to you many times after he first learnt of the abuse you had suffered, but you couldn't. It wasn't out of lack of knowledge, it was the all consuming fear, flashbacks to the times when Lui had grabbed you before and made you think that he would strangle you to death. The world would go black and just as you were about to pass out, he'd let you go and you'd fall to the ground gasping for air. He'd hiss all sorts into your ear, how it was all your fault for making him choke you, that he didn't want to do it but you had made him. You always covered up those bruises, but that was years ago back when you were just a girl who didn't know how to defend herself.

You weren't that scared girl anymore.

You let Lui slam you against the rails. You let him shout profanities into your face and you smiled seconds before you locked your leg around. You crumpled his knee and orced him to stagger, bringing him with you as you went tumbling over the rail.

You pushed away from Lui as you fell. Down, down, down you went, the branches of a tall pine tree breaking your harsh fall. You slammed into the ground, somehow keeping ahold of Gambol Shroud. Lui reached the ground seconds later, bare metres in front of you. Hurriedly, you pushed yourself up and trained your gun on him, trying not to let your grip waver as you coughed.

"Just let go of the past Lui," you tried begging him. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. You were sick of always fighting him, all you wanted was to leave him in the past where he belonged. "Do it for yourself."

"Just forget it all?" Lui asked incredulously, struggling to his feet himself. His previously bowed head turned to you as he stood, and you felt as though he'd be glaring at you despite his blindfold. "Is that what you did to me?! YOU JUST THREW OUR MEMORIES AWAY?!"

His words escalated. They went from blatant disbelief, to a raised voice and then finally progressed into all out shouting.

"Lui," you pleaded with his name pointedly, wanting him to understand and realise what it had taken you so long to do. You couldn't just bury your memories and try to forget them, if you tried to do that they would become all consuming amd overtake your life. You needed to face up to past events and take them head on, you didn't need to do it alone but it had to be done. Your times with Lui were not something you could just magically make disappear, they were apart of who you were, but you had to rise above that part of you and accept it. Only then could uou truly get the closure you deserved and move on, it terrified you to think that if you hadn't learnt this, you might have ended up as hate filled and self destructive as Lui.

"I let you go once already Y/n." Lui said, completely ignoring your plea and grasping the hilt of his sword deliberately. "I'm never making that mistake again."

Kurt looked up at the tower from his hidden position in the branches of a tall tree where he was invisible from the path below. There was no one around to see, so he let the worry creep onto his face. You should have been back long before now.

No one had come his way, and his guns were primed and loaded, his pockets carrying apare ammunition. He hadn't yet needed any of it, so clearly Shu, Xander and the rest of the Rebellion had been successful thus far.

Something was wrong. A dark, hideous feeling twisted in his stomach. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, and he no longer saw you as the bruised and beaten yet still miraculously unbroken girl who had allowed him to set sail with her so long ago.

Kurt was yet to admit that his proposals to you had been genuine and that you were more than just a friend to him, but you were married and he was quite convinced that you didn't see him that way. Kurt was protective of you, he would freely admit to that small fact. His instincts were so attuned that he could easily tell when you were in danger, and right now they were screaming at him to find you.

On the off chance that he was wrong and you saw that he'd left his post for nothing, you would be mad, but Kurt didn't care. He'd rather have you pissed off at him and safe then lying frozen to death in a ditch somewhere in this forest.

He leapt from tree, and from the moment his feet touched the ground, he was off like a bullet, heading toward the tower and seeking you out with a passion. All the while, he had one thought continuously running through his head:

'Let her be angry at me, but please, just let her be safe.'

You and Lui were fighting. Clashes and that scraping of metal on metal filled the air, making your ears want to bleed with the awful sounds. He swiped for you, and you flipped head over heels, trying your hardest to get away from the psycho.

He'd attack and you'd defend, while other times you'd attack and Lui would go on the defensive. Mostly you just avoided getting sliced and diced by the clearly unstable blunette. You jumped and flipped and slashed and dodged. Most people would have the decency to fucking die by this point.

You moved faster than you ever could remember doing, you were like a blur in the clearing that the two of you had chased one another into. The trees gave you an advantage, and you'd use the ribboned hilt of Gambol Shroud to help get you out of trouble on more than one occasion. For the millionth time, you internally praised Kurt for designing you this weapon, without it you probably would have been dead long ago.

The ribbon flung you up, sending you flying. You parkoured off of several trees, dodged around others, and tried to put distance between yourself and Lui. Despite the slim advantages the terrain was giving you, it wasn't enough and clearly it wasn't working for you. You needed something else to give you an edge over him and fast.

"Can you do anything besides run?" Lui taunted you, though you could hear the frustration in his taunting. He gave chase, of course, never managing to quite catch up to you.

You were leaping between trees again when a loud bang rang out, tormenting your ears and scaring you half to death. The steady rhythm you had built up for yourself was lost as you threw yourself out of the way. Lui lunged for you, and you could hear it as his blade cut through the air, too close to your body. Something gave, and you barely managed to get away, landing somewhat gracefully and suddenly feeling incredibly cold as the sharp sting of the Winter's air nipped at your bared arms and the shreads of your long over coat fluttered to the ground in front of you.

Enraged at the loss of your favourite item of clothing, your gun jumped into your hand and you fired off a round of shots at Lui with deadly accuracy. The bastard managed to deflect them with his blade and slice another from the air. Was this how most people felt when you showed them up in a fight? You decided that you didn't like how it felt to be on the receiving end of that for once.

Lui ran at you. You did a series of flips backwards, throwing yourself head over heels with your hands and feet hitting the ground within seconds of each other. You emerged from the treeline in front of a roaring waterfall. The forest floor levelled out into a beaten path of naturally formed stone that spanned to the other side of the small canyon above the rushing river below that the outpouring cascade roared down into.

Slowly the two of you straightened and glared at one another, waiting for someone to make the first move. As you expected, it was Lui. You gave everything you had, narrowly ducking under a shot from his gun that would have lodged a bullet into your skull had you been but a fraction of a second slower. Then, unexpectedly, he managed to grab you.

"I wouldn't have to be doing this if you had just behaved!" Lui roared, spit flecking your face. You flinched, and he took that opportunity to tear the sheath of your Gambol Shroud away from you. He threw it and you gasped, and then the hilt of his katana was slamming into the side of your skull, sending you sprawling. You hit the ground with a thud and a cry left your parted lips.

"But you're selfish!"

You struggled to rise and defend yourself, but he batted your attack away like it was nothing and his boot slammed into your stomach, making you go down yet again. Contrary to what some believed, you were not invincible, and you began to wonder if you would ever be able to beat him. This time, you didn't get up.

"You're a coward!"

His steel capped toe made contact yet again with the soft flesh of your belly. The kicked actually lifted you up off the ground and all you could do was cry out in pain and be thankful that he hadn't yet gone for your ribs.

'He's right you know?' That traitorous little voice whispered in the bacl of your head as you tried not to curl in on yourself. 'You're useless and your pathetic. You ran from him, you ran from Wakiya, all you know how to do is run, run, run away like the filthy little coward you are.'

You propped yourself up on an elbow, the other hand still miraculously holding onto Gambol Shroud curled protectively over your stomach. You glared up at Lui, aiming your next words at both him, and that little voice that always told you that you weren't good enough.

"You're delusional."

He approached you, and you scrambled back along the ground, still glaring at him venomously, refusing to let him see your fear. The point of Bloody Squall hovered almost gently over the tip of an old white scar that began on your hip, reveled from where your cotton blouse had ridden up while Lui was kicking you around. You had had it for years, given to you by the same blade now close to it. You had no doubt that Lui was reliving that same night he had given you that scar.

Suddenly he shouted. Fearing this was it, you raised Gambol Shroud in a last ditch effort to defend yourself. You didn't so much as blink. If this was really the end, then you wanted Lui to remember the look in your eyes when he finally killed you, you wanted the image to haunt him for the rest of his days on this Earth. To your horror however, he cleaved Gambol Shroud in two. The hilt was snatched from your hand and along with the severed tip, the separated pieces went flying.

In the distance, there were hurried footsteps.

Your eyes were wide with fear, you were exhauted and a grim reality set in for you.

You weren't walking away from this fight alive.

'But I'm going to fight until my last breath,' you mentally spat back, sounding oddly like Kurt to your own mind. You gritted your teeth and eyed Lui who was looming above you. He lifted a hand to his face, and his gloved thumb slipped beneath the ribbon, pulling the worn fabric away from his eyes.

"People hurt me long before we met." Lui said, managing to sound surprisingly level in his words. His voice wasn't shaking or laden with rage, it was something you hadn't heard from him in a very long time.

"All sorts of people, in all sorts of ways."

It reminded you of when you had first met him. He had come to your father with a tormented past at the age of fourteen, but still he was charming and quickly you were smitten. You swore to him a great deal of promises, but ever so slowly he revealed the feral and volitile personality lurking below the surface. Hearing him speak to you like this... It remided you of the young man you'd let yourself fall so deeply in love with, and you felt a sadness and a guilt for the boy had once pretended to be. Had the charismatic persona been him once along time ago, or was it really all just a facade?

"But no one hurt me quite like you."

Confused, you finally looked up at him, seeing his beautiful violet eye, and one that was clearly blind. It was the eye you had slashed that night, you had taken away his sight. The scar was violent and made a mess of his previously unmarred skin, it was an old wound, but it still was an angry red.

"You didn't leave scars back then. You just left me alone."

Your ears picked up on the way that last word seemed to hitch, and it served to remind you that your Lui, had he even existed at all was now gone, an yoy couldn't bring him back. Then, they picked up something else carried on the wind. Faint and subtle, you weren't surprised that Lui hadn't heard it, but it gave you hope.

"So, tell me Y/n, how does it feel to be alone?" His voice became laced with a cruel and vindictive spite, and he tightened his hold on Bloody Squall.

'Not like this,' you swore, eyes narrowing in determination. 'He won't see me die. Not today.'

With a roar, Lui slammed his sword down.

Oh would you look at that? Part Two tomorrow guys, enjoy this cliffhanger.💓

P.S. I mean, it wouldn't be a Revolution chapter without a song in it, now would it lol?

Much love,
~xx Avanni Cinders✌️😂