Chapter 47 — The Black Cat Pirates' Fall
[A/N:Small problem from GPT and I wrote deep dark blue void like eyes but GPT forgot added Golden eye now it's fixed]
(Sunny POV)
The forest outside Kaya's mansion was alive with whispers. Grass bent under dozens of sneaking feet, blades glinting faintly in the moonlight.
Zoro stood at the treeline, yawning like a lion waiting for prey. "So these are the Black Cat Pirates? Doesn't look like much."
"Shhh!" Usopp hissed, crouched beside him. His knees trembled like jelly. "They're assassins! Silent! Deadly! Trained killers who sneak into villages and—"
Lucy popped up behind him, munching noisily on a rice ball she'd "borrowed" from Kaya's pantry. "Sneaky killers? COOL! Let's sneak louder than them and win!"
"That's… not how sneaking works," Nami deadpanned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
I leaned against a tree, arms folded, letting my Observation Haki map the battlefield. Each pirate moved like a mouse in tall grass—quick, nervous, completely unaware that a hawk was already watching from above.
Still, I didn't move. Not yet.
The Clash
The first wave burst from the underbrush with a chorus of bloodthirsty howls.
Zoro grinned, drawing his swords with a metallic whisper. "Finally."
Steel flashed. In three breaths, six pirates fell in pieces at his feet—groaning, unconscious, but alive enough to regret.
"Zoro, don't kill them all before we get a turn!" Lucy whined, launching herself with rubbery limbs. She bounced between trees like a cannonball, knocking three pirates flat in a single strike.
"HIYAAAAH!" she yelled, arms flailing as she ricocheted.
"You're hitting more trees than enemies," Nami muttered, sidestepping as Lucy's fist nearly clipped her.
"Strategic!" Lucy declared as she smashed head-first into another pirate.
Usopp, sweating bullets, fumbled with his slingshot. "D-don't worry, Kaya, I'll defend you!" He let fly—
POW! The pellet struck a pirate square in the forehead. To everyone's shock (including his own), the man dropped instantly.
"…Holy crap," Lucy whispered. "Usopp's attack worked?!"
Usopp puffed his chest, suddenly smug. "Of course it did! That was the legendary Usopp Sniper Shot, passed down by—"
WHACK! A pirate club smacked him from behind, flattening him like a rug.
"Ughhh… I hate my life."
Kuro Appears
From the treeline, a slow, deliberate clap echoed.
Captain Kuro emerged—glasses gleaming, steps immaculate, every motion polished like a noble's. He adjusted his frames with one gloved finger, lips curled in disdain.
"Well," he said coolly, surveying the battlefield of groaning subordinates. "It seems my crew is incompetent. But no matter. I'll correct this failure personally."
Lucy stomped forward, fists clenched. "Hey! You're the mean kitty who wants to hurt Kaya! I'm gonna stretch you into a balloon animal!"
Kuro didn't even look at her. His hand twitched near his claws. "You're all distractions. Nothing more."
Nami edged closer to me. "Sunny… this guy feels different."
I could feel it too—the sharpened killing intent beneath his calm exterior. He was a predator hiding behind the mask of a servant. His aura was jagged glass, waiting to cut.
Still, compared to me, it was the bark of a mutt before a lion.
Crew Chaos
Zoro stepped forward, cracking his neck. "Finally, a real fight."
Lucy jumped up beside him. "No! I wanna fight the fancy kitty first!"
"You'll just get in the way."
"I will not! You're the one who gets lost all the time!"
"Oi—!"
Their bickering spiraled instantly, swords flashing against Lucy's stretching fists, neither one paying attention to Kuro at all.
Kuro's eyebrow twitched. "You're ignoring me?"
Nami sighed, palming her forehead. "This crew… is impossible."
I chuckled quietly, though my eyes never left Kuro.
The Turning Point
Kuro finally snapped. His glasses gleamed white as he vanished in a blur—his signature Shakushi technique, moving faster than normal eyes could follow.
Pirates gasped. Usopp screamed.
But to me? It was slow motion. Each step was clear, his trajectory a glowing thread in my Haki-sense.
In three heartbeats, Kuro stood behind Lucy, claws raised to slit her throat.
I didn't move. Zoro did. His swords clashed against the claws with a metallic shriek, sparks flying.
Lucy's eyes crossed. "WAAAH! Don't slice my neck, Mr. Kitty!"
"Pay attention, idiot!" Zoro barked, shoving her back.
The fight spiraled into chaos—Zoro trading blows with Kuro, Lucy bouncing recklessly through the melee, Nami yelling directions, Usopp occasionally pelting rocks that accidentally worked.
And me? I leaned against the tree still, watching.
Sunny's Decision
Finally, when Zoro's shoulder took a shallow cut and Lucy ended up tangled in a tree branch, I sighed.
"Alright," I said, stepping forward, brushing dirt off my coat.
Everyone froze. Even Kuro felt it—the shift in the air, the gravity pulling tighter, the storm lurking behind my calm expression.
"I'll take care of the pirates."
The words weren't loud. But they dropped like thunder across the battlefield.
Every eye turned to me.
And for the first time, Kuro's mask cracked.
The Devil's Smile
The battlefield was silent.
The broken remains of the Black Cat Pirates littered the grassy slope outside Kaya's mansion. Some groaned, others didn't move at all. Their captain, Kuro, staggered back, clutching his clawed hands, chest heaving. His once pristine glasses were cracked, one lens missing, and his long, slick hair hung in sweaty strands across his pale face.
Sunny stood before him, completely untouched. Not a scratch, not a drop of blood on his clothes. Only that faint, haunting smile curling on his lips.
Kuro trembled. That smile… it wasn't human.
"You talk too much," Sunny said, voice low, smooth, and utterly calm. "A captain who abandons his crew, who kills his people the moment they bore him… I hate trash like you."
Kuro snarled, baring his fangs. "You think you can judge me? You—"
But his words choked in his throat as the air around him shifted.
For a moment—just a moment—he saw something no one else could. Behind Sunny, reality warped. Shadows stretched unnaturally, twisting like claws reaching for his throat. And Sunny's eyes—those eyes like dark blue void, like the gaze of a god deciding the worth of an insect.
Kuro froze, heart hammering. His instincts screamed run.
But there was no escape.
Sunny took a single step forward. Kuro collapsed to his knees.
The rest of the Black Cat Pirates, those still conscious, watched their captain fall with wide eyes. Some tried to crawl away, but their limbs refused to move. Their bodies trembled against their will.
"Don't worry," Sunny said softly, tilting his head, that deep dark blue like void gaze flickering. "I'll take care of you all."
And then—hell began.
The Torture
No steel touched their flesh. No blade, no bullet, no fist.
Yet the Black Cat Pirates screamed.
Sunny's aura engulfed them, pressing against their minds, forcing them to relive their worst fears, their greatest regrets, their deepest shame. A wave of killing intent so sharp it sliced their sanity open.
One pirate clawed at his own face, sobbing about a mother he betrayed. Another begged forgiveness for selling out his brother. A third tried to bite off his own tongue to end the visions.
And Kuro… Kuro's arrogance shattered.
He saw his crew turned against him, his carefully crafted plans falling apart, his "new life" as a noble burning before his eyes. He screamed as Sunny's deep dark blue like void gaze cut deeper, showing him a thousand deaths, a thousand humiliations, each more horrifying than the last.
"Stop… stop it! Please!" Kuro begged, tears streaming, his claws uselessly scratching at the earth.
Sunny leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper.
"Did they beg when you killed them? Did you care?"
Kuro's mind broke.
The pirates' screams rose into a twisted symphony—and then, one by one, they fell silent.
Their bodies slumped, empty husks. Their souls—ripped free—drifted toward Sunny's waiting hand. He absorbed them effortlessly, the glow of each soul vanishing into him like sparks devoured by night.
No blood touched him. No evidence remained. To any outside observer, it looked like the Black Cat Pirates had simply… stopped living.
Sunny stood alone in the silence, exhaling once.
{Ego} and [System] Jealousy
{Ego}: "Tch. You're too damn good at this. You didn't even touch them."
[System]: "So cruel… so perfect. But those souls should be mine. Don't think you can hog them, Sunny."
Sunny chuckled, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve. "And what are you two gonna do about it?"
Suddenly, the air around him pulsed with his Haki. Golden sparks flickered, condensing, reshaping.
Before him, two figures emerged.
{Ego}—a sharp-eyed, smirking version of himself, hair wilder, aura dripping with tsundere pride.
[System]—a softer, more elegant mirror, eyes gleaming with obsession, smile just a little too sharp, body pressing close like she couldn't bear to be apart.
Both fully tangible.
Sunny blinked once. "…Well, that's new."
{Ego} scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't misunderstand, idiot. I didn't want to show up. But I can't let you think you're the only one having fun."
[System] slid to his other side, looping her arms around Sunny's neck, eyes smoldering. "I warned you, didn't I? I'll never let you belong to anyone else."
Sunny found himself caught between them, one tugging, the other clinging.
He laughed, low and amused. "You two sound jealous."
"Shut up!" {Ego} snapped, cheeks flushing.
"Of course I'm jealous," [System] purred, brushing her lips against his jawline. "You're mine, Sunny. Always."
Their bickering turned into something else. A push, a pull, a sudden closeness. Sunny didn't resist. Their bodies tangled, heated, desperate. {Ego} shoved him against a tree, [System] pressed against his chest, lips capturing his in a hungry kiss.
For once, Sunny let them take control.
The night grew heavy with their presence, the three of them locked in a chaotic dance of passion, jealousy, and raw hunger.
The battlefield, once filled with screams, now echoed only with whispers, gasps, and the sound of hearts beating as one.
Return to the Mansion
By the time Sunny walked back toward Kaya's mansion, the moon had shifted high above.
His clothes were immaculate, his expression calm—almost too calm. Behind his blue eyes, something darker lingered, something only {Ego} and [System} understood.
The Black Cat Pirates were gone. Their souls were his.
And no one would ever know what truly happened that night.
As he approached the gates, Sunny exhaled softly.
"Time to play hero again."
And with a smile that sent shivers through the night, he stepped inside.