RP Cut Scene (StarkxKaki)

Lmao I was snooping around dA the other day coz I just miss stalking myself pfft and I started reading past RPs and omfg I can't even remember writing most of the stuff I read here XD It's like reading an old book, you think you remember shit but suprise, surprise there are scenes you never even knew existed, I honestly don't remember 80% of the crap I wrote do when I read them I was liek HYYYPEE I NEVER KNEW THEY WERE SO CUTE LIKE THISSS MY HEART GAAHH

Kaki belongs to KoiwiTwil (please dont kill me Twil XD)
Stark belongs to AyeBZ

Absolutely no edits. Just straight out from RP sessions XD I'm fangirling over this too much and this is just one of the scenes IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ MORE HIDDEN RPS (XD) LET ME KNOW if not then imma just hoard and fangirl by myself mwuahahha my babus ;;w;;

Enjoy~!

Kaki sighs softly standing up by the wheel staring at the people of Kalos who were either one giving her feared looks or two looking at the ship curiously and besides those people guards were all over the place. She never thought it would be this tight here of all places. "Should have expected it to be honest... this is the only port I think." She places a hand on her face and groans at the thought. It was stupid to come here, but she needed to respect the wishes of Flower. Speaking of the pink haired female, she was escorted by some other crew member to where her family should be, her parents and her siblings. She'll have to get a word about it later from her.
However she didn't really care about that, what she did care about was Stark, he seemed like a completely different person to how she saw him a couple months back, to be fair he was on drugs, but even so... it was depressing to see him that way. She hated it, he looked lost, she couldn't do anything to help him and now he is god knows where. "Where did you disappear to?" She whispers resting her chin on the railing sighing loudly as the wind blows her hair to the side.

Kalos was nothing new to him, and so were drugs. It's just now that he's having this mental breakdown, all because he never really cared what he did when he was like that, it didn't matter whom he hurt or killed, he would brush it off as part of the job. But it was different now. He had people he actually cared about, he had Kaki. The drug was there for efficient killing, not erotic lust. As he heaved out the last contents of his stomach, to the point where he had nothing else to puke but bile mixed blood. This is why he often skipped meals when 'working', the vomit lessens. He looked at himself in the public bathroom mirror, splashing ice cold water onto his face. Stay away from her. He needed to stamp that thought in his head. Who knew having her within reach like that, but not have her in his arms would feel worse than being miles apart. She was so close, yet so far. He was stripped down to a plain black tee and black jeans, throw off suspicion. Aside from that, he was away from hindsight. Stepping outside, he could see the ship from the crowded stalls on the docks. Hell, he could see her. Maybe it was just a habit that he could see her from far away, or even in a crowd, her face would be the first one he recognizes. He stands there frozen, just gazing up at her from a distance, thinking of ways he could redeem himself from what he did. She was angry, no doubt about it. His head was a bit clearer now, if he ignored the headache, and vomiting actually helped, a little steadier than he was on her ship. Still, she was the one he came here early for. He wants her, every part of him wants her. So now he's been hoping, wishing if she would still have him. But there was no point in wishing. He made it clear to himself, this ain't no fairytale. By nightfall, when the crew aren't hopefully buzzing around her, he'll have to try again. Their relationship was worth more than his pathetic excuses, that's why he has to try again.

She never once left her ship that day, she had no desire nor need to step off of it. Besides that her crew were having fun by hitting the many places that served drinks and with the way they would be they might not even come back until sober, or won't be able to defend the ship if needed. That's why she doesn't drink much, it was to protect her ship, aka her life earnings. Taking it away from her would be like taking a bird's wings. She sighs softly finally stepping away from the railings looking at the time, it was at least 10 o'clock and none of her crew were back. "I'll leave them be, they deserve a rest." She murmurs trailing to the side of the ship to stare at the ocean. How if could give someone a living then tear it all away in a mere second. Not once today had she not thought of where the hell Stark had vanished to, it killed her on the inside when she couldn't just give him the affection she wanted to, she kind of regrets it now, what if he doesn't come back, she wouldn't come back if it was her, she'd be too scared.

Silent in his movement as ever, he swallows his pride, his fear, and whatever holding him back from having her in his arms again. His head was clear and he already came to a decision to accept what she has to say, convey, or how she'll treat him after. He at least wanted to fix things with her as best as he can. With a heavy heart, he breathes out slowly to try and calm his heart, beating so furiously against his chest, hands mildly trembling as he fiddled with a single rose stalk between his cautious fingers. The salty air blew a gentle breeze. It made him shudder, but standing across her, on the opposite end of her ship, her back to him. She looked amazing under the dim moonlight. The sound of waves clashing sounded so subtle, like it meant no such harm, when just hours ago he felt as if everything and everyone was out to get him. He lowers his head and stared down on a sole rose he had in his hand. His presence there was undeniably there, it was impossible to miss. And still he was thinking, run away or stay? Can he face her?

She looks over her shoulder confused at who managed to get onto her ship, to say she wasn't pleased at who it was, was an extreme understatement. "Stark! You just vanished! You didn't get hurt did you?" She asks him frantically checking him for any new well... bruises, scars etc. "You just vanished," She pauses and looks down fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I thought you'd never come back..." She murmurs glancing up at him. "You had me worried like no tomorrow."

He was still feeling shaky, woozy, and a bit perturbed. He had cuts, maybe even bruises under his clothes from mindless fights he dragged himself into while the drug was active, nonetheless, he was fine. He tried glancing at her, but he just couldn't look her in the eye. He twirled the rose in hand, not lifting his head up. "... I thought you didn't want me back." He mutters sadly, feeling the salty breeze blow past them again. It made him gulp. "I'm sorry. I really am." He shook his head and sighed. "No amount of apologies can make up for i did. Scold me, yell at me, get angry. You don't have to hold back." He forced the faintest smile he could conjure, staring down on the red flower. "I hurt Flower, got you worried, and.... I made you cry." He closed his eyes, muttering. "...again." How is it that he never fails to hurt her in more ways than one? It's like he's causing her more misery than happiness, and that hurts him too.

She shakes her head and steps forward placing her hands on his face tilting his head up so she can stare him in the eyes. "Why wouldn't I want you back?" She murmurs rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. "You're one of a kind Stark, no one else is like you. How could I just let someone like you go?" She smiles up at him. "You're probably the only one who can get me to willingly do things." She frowns slightly and sighs. "You're right, nothing can make up for what you did but you didn't mean it, you said sorry. Hell Flower is probably ready to move on already. I'm not going to shout at you, and ya you made me cry... again." She bites the inside of her cheek looking down her hands trailing down off his face to her sides. "But no matter how many times you do, you make me smile more than that. Like come on Stark, I used to be extremely quiet, I never talked, I never smiled or anything, then you came along and kinda ruined that for me." She laughs, glancing up at him shyly before wrapping her arms around him, burying her face into him. "Dumbo, when you love someone you look past all those things they do that are bad."

His tired eyes looked into hers. Her touch, her warm touch he missed so much got him shuddering as he leaned onto her hand. The guilt was there, but she was there too. A weak smile lined his face as she talked about him. He may have retorted back to looking down on the ground when she removes her hand from his face, but when she wraps her arms around him, he was caught off guard. He was so lucky to have such an amazing girl like her. He hesitates a bit, before hugging her back into a hug that screamed out how he felt. It was that sort of i-missed-you-so-much-and-I'm-sorry hug. He held her so tightly, the touch he craved for for months time. "How do you always know what to do and say?" He mutters against her hair, feeling her every being, she was right there, she was finally within reach, and this time, she was the one who reached out to him. "I was so scared, you know." He had a lot to be terrified of, but what scared him the most was her, she was far scarier than the ocean. "I thought i was going to lose you, that you'll just drift away from me because of that." He was still scared to be honest. His whole body was tense until before he got to hug her like this, to feel safe in her arms. "I just can't let someone like you go as well." He smiled behind her back.

"The time you'll lose me is when I die, which hopefully won't be too soon." She slightly cringes at the idea of dying a young age.  "Just... don't repeat what you did please." She whispers looking up at him. "I don't know what I would do if you got all messed up like that again because you were ordered to take some drug." She shakes her head a spark of anger in her now over that. "Actually, you work for a dumb ass man, if a pirate knows not to do dumb shit like that knowing that in the long run something bad will happen and ruin everything then clearly that fucker must be a special snowflake." She fumes moving away from him. Must be a sight seeing a tall male with a clear tired expression with a small female fuming ready to fight someone. "I swear if I ever come in contact with him imma...imma." She takes a dee breath narrowing her eyes as she stomps her foot. "Imma slap him!"

"Please don't die then." It could have been a joke, but he's lost so many against death, that he hopes it really was just a joke. He remains quiet and simply gives a subtle nod as he tried to show her a reassuring smile. Was it considered lying if you don't say anything? Because he knew for a fact that he could not easily let a go a promise like that one. Drugging people came as easy as offering food or a drink to a friend, hell, just breathe the same stale air from a pot house and you're on your way there. Well, at least he won't take it under his own accord anymore. "The dumbass isn't the people i work for, if there was a dumbass here, it'd be for working under them in the first place." He sighs. It sounded too depressing so he added. "I'm not as clever as you pirates are. I am but a special snowflake." He says with a much lighter tone, saying that he was just another idiot controlled by people with power and authority. "But Kaki..." He whispers as she moved away, still fuming about all that. His lip hitched up on one side. She was such a refreshing sight. "... Kaki." He tried again, but she kept rambling on, until she says that last but and stops her foot. "Kaki." He calls out much louder, shoving a hand in his pocket as he lifted the rose a bit higher for her to notice. "I missed you." He smiles shyly, like it was the first time a middleschooler saw his crush walk by in the hallway. Shy and sheepish, he wants to verbally let her know just how much he missed her. The moonlight amplified her red eyes, it looked as red as the rose.

She looks at him confused, her eyes adverting to the rose in his hand her face going a bright red. A quiet squeak comes from her as she covers her face turning away from him. "god damn it why are you so good at this." She laughs turning back to face him her cheeks still red as she takes the rose from him examining it. "Hah do you know flower language?" She teases poking his cheek but then wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you too." She smile brightly.

"You're face is going red. It's so cute." It was worth, it was definitely worth it, swallowing whatever lump he had in his throat just to be with her like this again. He smiles down at her, slipping his hands around her waist. "I am? Well, practice does make perfect." He cocked his head to the side. Face it, he's had A LOT of practice before all this. "No, not really. I just thought it looked pretty." He laughed a bit, resting his forehead on hers. It felt like such a long time since he's held her like this, it's so rejuvenating now. It was like he could forget about everything else that happened so far. It's only her now. He glances down at her lips, going quiet as he leans forward to give her a light kiss, pulling back almost immediately. "Wait, am I allowed to do that or am I still on timeout?" He asked with a playful smile, one he hasn't flashed in a while. Surely he was just teasing her.

"Here if I said you couldn't kiss me I'd be putting myself on timeout." She says with a straight face, a smile cracking it though. "I haven't seen you in months I wouldn't do that to you now, or me for that matter." she playfully sticks her tongue out. "You know I missed you a lot and your stupid jokes too now that I mention it." She pauses and gives him a look. "By the way what the fuck was that?" She laughs meaning the kiss. "What happened to good old long ones?" She jokes and leans up to him on her tippy toes placing her lips on his, pulling him closer to make it more deep and passionate.

"That is true." He nods his head. "I wouldn't want you to be in that kind of a timeout." He smiles down at her. Teasing Kaki at its finest. "I knew you'd miss my humor." He chuckles and looks to her with a raised brow as his lip hitched up higher at her next comment. He wanted to make a stupid joke, saying 'that was just a sample', but when she pulls him closer, he knew appetizers just wouldn't cut it anymore, he wanted the main course. He melts right into the kiss, tasting every bit of her, a taste he's longed for in such a long time. It felt like its been forever, and every single time, it felt like the first. Kissing her so soft and gentle as if he wasn't at all hungry for her, but god knows he was starving for her.

This was something she missed a lot, the taste of him she had been craving for months on end, even when she was with him she craved it. An addiction that could be problematic if the two ever suddenly break up. The way their lips fit each other and how she melted every single time he touched her was blissful.
"Woooooo get in there!" A playful voice speaks up making Kaki jump and look in the direction of said voice.
"Flower!" She squeaks blushing.
The pink haired female laughs and starts heading to go down into the ship. "Just came back to get something to show my brother, keep doing well...him" she gestures to Stark and laughs at Kaki as she disappears beneath the floorboards of the ship


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