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It was simply impossible to fall asleep like that.

Thunderbolts struck through the overclouded, black sky, making your eyes clamp shut as the white, electric light illuminated the stormy night for a split second. The roll of thunder that followed a few ominous moments later caused you to involuntarily wince and clutch your blanket.

Damn it all! You abhorred thunderstorms, but the lightning flashes and the thunder were the least things you worried about.

The thing that made you panic was the fact that severe gusting winds churned up the sea, causing Fugaku to rock slightly. Sure, Fugaku was a swimming village, a pretty much indestructible fortress, but you couldn't help it. The shaking movements of the ship brought back awful childhood memories.

Another lightning flashed, this time accompanied by a loud thunderclap. You twitched at the almost ear-piercing noise as a mixture between fright and anger settled in the pit of your stomach. You hated, hated, HATED thunderstorms!

None of the men knew about your fear, not even 'nii-san'[1] Motochika.

Once again the dark night sky rumbled dangerously and you felt a fit of fearful nausea overcome you as a powerful wave crashed against Fugaku's side, causing the floating fortress to rock slightly.

That's it! You couldn't take it anymore; you needed comfort and the feeling of security. Tossing the blanket aside, you carefully got up, bare feet touching the cold plank flooring. You figured since Motochika lived in the room next door, you'll go to him. Wasn't this the duty of a 'big brother' anyway? Giving comfort to his 'imōto-chan'[2]?

Quietly sliding the door open, you stepped outside and just as you did so Fugaku rocked again. You held onto the door frame for dear life. "Why can't it finally stop?" you wheezed through clenched teeth as you felt your stomach churn unpleasantly.

Now was no time to keep thinking about it. You slid your room door closed and made a beeline for Motochika's room, swiftly opening the wooden door without even bothering to knock and make your presence known.

And there he was, your 'nii-san', lying in his hammock, his hands comfortably folded behind his silver shock of hair and snoring placidly. What a selfish jerk he was! Of course he wouldn't take notice of Fugaku's wavering movements if he's lying in a hammock.

Your eyebrows creased slightly and you sulkily blew out your cheeks, tiptoeing towards the pirate leader. It was hard to resist the urge to pinch him as you scrutinized his peaceful face.

Oh well! Out of sheer fun you grabbed the side of the hammock and jerked it up, causing Motochika to flip over and make a flush faceplant on the floor. Alarmed at the painful impact, the white-haired man instantly jumped to his feet and snatched his ready-to-use anchor spear which was leaning on a nearby wall, pointing it at the intruder's throat.

However, when he recognized aforementioned intruder as you Motochika lowered his deadly weapon, placing it back against the wall, and massaged his temple. "Geez, [Name], what in the world are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The Demon of the West Sea never received a verbal response; though, when Fugaku swayed for the umpteenth time that night he stumbled backwards as you flung yourself at him. His single visible ocean blue eye widened slightly as he looked down at you in surprise, seeing you bury your head into his chest and clutch the jacket he still had draped around his broad shoulders. "Whoa, [Name]! Easy, there! What's up with you?"

The thunderbolt lighting up the night for a split second helped Motochika notice your slightly trembling form. "[Name]... Don't tell me you're seasick."

Albeit with an umbrage of uneasiness and an almost unnoticeable quiver in your voice, you huffed. "I'm not seasick, Motochika-nii-san. If that was the case I wouldn't even be here on this ship." At that statement said man nodded his head. "True that."

The silver-haired pirate leader immediately returned his attention back to you. "Then what's wrong? Did you perhaps have a nightmare and are now too scared to sleep alone? Aren't you a bit too old for that?" he teased jokingly, placing a warm hand atop your scalp, but it only earned him a weak punch in the arm. Not to actually hurt him, but rather as a sign for him to stop his silliness.

"Don't be ridiculous, nii-san."

Motochika chuckled before his facial expression softened. "Then tell 'nii-san' what's troubling his 'imōto-chan'." he said, drawing soothing circles on the back of your head, encouraging you to speak.

"You'll only make fun of me."

"A big brother never makes fun of his little sister's apprehensions."

You sighed inaudibly, but stayed put, knowing full well it was finally time to confess and tell him. "I... I'm afraid that Fugaku might capsize..." you mumbled barely above a whisper, burying your face even further into his chest. The shadow of a somewhat surprised mien crossed Motochika's face, but nonetheless he let you continue.

"When I was a little child, an accident had happened. I was on a boat trip with my parents and everything was going well until the sky suddenly darkened and a nasty thunderstorm broke loose. The boat was rocking really hard and it caused me to fall off. Since I didn't know how to swim I almost drowned if it hadn't been for my father to save me in the last nick of time.

"I still haven't gotten over it and I'm scared of experiencing it again..." You shuddered involuntarily at the traumatizing memory, your grip tightening on the fabric of Motochika's jacket.

That is, until you suddenly felt muscular arms encircle your waist and head in a reassuring and comforting embrace. The Demon of the West Sea pulled your tender body closer to him, engulfing you in his bodily warmth. "[Name]-chan," the blue-eyed man hummed, his visible eye closed and a miniscule smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "your fears are without reason. Fugaku is undestroyable and such a puny thunderstorm like tonight won't even leave a scratch."

A faint blush pooled in your cheeks as you listened to his words, feeling foolish all of a sudden. Motochika was right and you knew that. Fugaku wasn't called a swimming fortress for nothing after all.

"But if you're still scared," the pirate leader mused with a more prominent smirk this time. "then stay the night with me."

The heat in your cheeks intensified tremendously. Did you just hear him correctly?

"W-what?" you asked incredulously, looking at the light-haired male with widened eyes. His arms were still enclosing you as Motochika slowly leaned his head down, nearly to the point where your faces were mere inches apart. You felt his hot breath ghost over your lips as he spoke, amplifying your embarrassment.

"I want you to stay the night with me, [Name]. In fact, I want you to stay every single night with me from now on." He got a little closer, slightly tightening his grip around you. "'Nii-san' would like to keep his delicate 'imōto-chan' very close to him."

You were almost certain the white-haired Demon could feel the heat radiating off of your face. His uncovered eye gazed deeply into your [eye color] ones. For some reason you started to feel light-headed at the proximity.

The distance between your faces started to diminish more and more with each passing second. And just as Motochika was about to close the gap between your lips you finally snapped out of your stupor and pushed him away, holding him at arm's length. Having turned your burning face away from him, you could feel the erratic throbbing of your heart.

"Motochika-nii-san! You're such a pervert!" you cried embarrassedly, still attempting to process the words he had just whispered to you. He was so shameless!

Motochika on the other hand couldn't help but let a smug smirk grace his features as he gently grasped your wrists which were holding him in place. "I'm not a pervert, [Name]-chan. I'm just one for you." he practically purred without any hint of bashfulness in his deep voice, giving your wrists a loving squeeze.

"In-incest is plain wrong, you know?"

"We are not even related so how can you call it incest?" The white-headed Demon didn't even try to conceal his amusement. He was clearly enjoying the moment a tad too much to your liking.

Gingerly wriggling your wrists out of his grasp, you made a sharp turn, back now facing him, and buried your face into the palms of your hands, humiliating embarrassment getting the better of you. "Sh-shut up, nii-san! You should really be ashamed of your dirty mind! Just... just stop saying such weird things to me!" You were too abashed to face the blue-eyed man.

Motochika let a quiet chortle escape his mouth as he leisurely approached your smaller form and slightly bent down to whisper in your ear. "So shy~" the Demon of the West Sea breathed, causing goosebumps to run up your spine. Curse you, Motochika!

The two of you remained in that position, silence befalling the pirate leader's bed-chamber. After what felt like an eternity you suddenly felt yourself being lifted bridal-style and glanced up at the male hoisting you, astonishment conspicuous in your [eye color] orbs.

"Well, I guess it's time to go back to sleep, don't you think, [Name]-chan?" Motochika sent a lopsided grin your way. Before you even had the chance to utter a single word the silver-headed man already climbed back into the hammock and comfortably laid down with you on top of him, your head placed on his chest, right where you could hear the calming beat of his heart.

He grabbed a spare blanket which was resting upon a nearby nightstand and draped it over your body.

"If you want to, I can teach you how to swim." the blue-eyed grown-up suddenly spoke, closing his single visible eye and casually running his fingers through your soft [hair color] locks. "So you won't be scared of drowning anymore."

You could only slowly nod your head at his words, too flabbergasted to say anything. Despite being a pirate, a pirate leader no less, Motochika always managed to surprise you with his caring side. Said male was already on the verge of falling asleep when he picked up the faint sound of your voice.

"Thank you... nii-san..."

The white-haired Demon couldn't help the small smile adorning his lips as he, and you as well, finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, regardless off the thunderstorm rampaging outside the secure chambers of Fugaku.

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[1] 'nii-san' - 'big brother' | Can be used to address a biological (older) brother or a close male (older) friend. '-san' is a suffix that is added to show respect.

[2] 'imōto' - 'little sister' | Can be used to address a biological (younger) sister or a close female (younger) friend.

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It was simply impossible to fall asleep like that.

Thunderbolts struck through the overclouded, black sky, making your eyes clamp shut as the white, electric light illuminated the stormy night for a split second. The roll of thunder that followed a few ominous moments later caused you to involuntarily wince and clutch your blanket.

Damn it all! You abhorred thunderstorms, but the lightning flashes and the thunder were the least things you worried about.

The thing that made you panic was the fact that severe gusting winds churned up the sea, causing Fugaku to rock slightly. Sure, Fugaku was a swimming village, a pretty much indestructible fortress, but you couldn't help it. The shaking movements of the ship brought back awful childhood memories.

Another lightning flashed, this time accompanied by a loud thunderclap. You twitched at the almost ear-piercing noise as a mixture between fright and anger settled in the pit of your stomach. You hated, hated, HATED thunderstorms!

None of the men knew about your fear, not even 'nii-san'[1] Motochika.

Once again the dark night sky rumbled dangerously and you felt a fit of fearful nausea overcome you as a powerful wave crashed against Fugaku's side, causing the floating fortress to rock slightly.

That's it! You couldn't take it anymore; you needed comfort and the feeling of security. Tossing the blanket aside, you carefully got up, bare feet touching the cold plank flooring. You figured since Motochika lived in the room next door, you'll go to him. Wasn't this the duty of a 'big brother' anyway? Giving comfort to his 'imōto-chan'[2]?

Quietly sliding the door open, you stepped outside and just as you did so Fugaku rocked again. You held onto the door frame for dear life. "Why can't it finally stop?" you wheezed through clenched teeth as you felt your stomach churn unpleasantly.

Now was no time to keep thinking about it. You slid your room door closed and made a beeline for Motochika's room, swiftly opening the wooden door without even bothering to knock and make your presence known.

And there he was, your 'nii-san', lying in his hammock, his hands comfortably folded behind his silver shock of hair and snoring placidly. What a selfish jerk he was! Of course he wouldn't take notice of Fugaku's wavering movements if he's lying in a hammock.

Your eyebrows creased slightly and you sulkily blew out your cheeks, tiptoeing towards the pirate leader. It was hard to resist the urge to pinch him as you scrutinized his peaceful face.

Oh well! Out of sheer fun you grabbed the side of the hammock and jerked it up, causing Motochika to flip over and make a flush faceplant on the floor. Alarmed at the painful impact, the white-haired man instantly jumped to his feet and snatched his ready-to-use anchor spear which was leaning on a nearby wall, pointing it at the intruder's throat.

However, when he recognized aforementioned intruder as you Motochika lowered his deadly weapon, placing it back against the wall, and massaged his temple. "Geez, [Name], what in the world are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The Demon of the West Sea never received a verbal response; though, when Fugaku swayed for the umpteenth time that night he stumbled backwards as you flung yourself at him. His single visible ocean blue eye widened slightly as he looked down at you in surprise, seeing you bury your head into his chest and clutch the jacket he still had draped around his broad shoulders. "Whoa, [Name]! Easy, there! What's up with you?"

The thunderbolt lighting up the night for a split second helped Motochika notice your slightly trembling form. "[Name]... Don't tell me you're seasick."

Albeit with an umbrage of uneasiness and an almost unnoticeable quiver in your voice, you huffed. "I'm not seasick, Motochika-nii-san. If that was the case I wouldn't even be here on this ship." At that statement said man nodded his head. "True that."

The silver-haired pirate leader immediately returned his attention back to you. "Then what's wrong? Did you perhaps have a nightmare and are now too scared to sleep alone? Aren't you a bit too old for that?" he teased jokingly, placing a warm hand atop your scalp, but it only earned him a weak punch in the arm. Not to actually hurt him, but rather as a sign for him to stop his silliness.

"Don't be ridiculous, nii-san."

Motochika chuckled before his facial expression softened. "Then tell 'nii-san' what's troubling his 'imōto-chan'." he said, drawing soothing circles on the back of your head, encouraging you to speak.

"You'll only make fun of me."

"A big brother never makes fun of his little sister's apprehensions."

You sighed inaudibly, but stayed put, knowing full well it was finally time to confess and tell him. "I... I'm afraid that Fugaku might capsize..." you mumbled barely above a whisper, burying your face even further into his chest. The shadow of a somewhat surprised mien crossed Motochika's face, but nonetheless he let you continue.

"When I was a little child, an accident had happened. I was on a boat trip with my parents and everything was going well until the sky suddenly darkened and a nasty thunderstorm broke loose. The boat was rocking really hard and it caused me to fall off. Since I didn't know how to swim I almost drowned if it hadn't been for my father to save me in the last nick of time.

"I still haven't gotten over it and I'm scared of experiencing it again..." You shuddered involuntarily at the traumatizing memory, your grip tightening on the fabric of Motochika's jacket.

That is, until you suddenly felt muscular arms encircle your waist and head in a reassuring and comforting embrace. The Demon of the West Sea pulled your tender body closer to him, engulfing you in his bodily warmth. "[Name]-chan," the blue-eyed man hummed, his visible eye closed and a miniscule smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "your fears are without reason. Fugaku is undestroyable and such a puny thunderstorm like tonight won't even leave a scratch."

A faint blush pooled in your cheeks as you listened to his words, feeling foolish all of a sudden. Motochika was right and you knew that. Fugaku wasn't called a swimming fortress for nothing after all.

"But if you're still scared," the pirate leader mused with a more prominent smirk this time. "then stay the night with me."

The heat in your cheeks intensified tremendously. Did you just hear him correctly?

"W-what?" you asked incredulously, looking at the light-haired male with widened eyes. His arms were still enclosing you as Motochika slowly leaned his head down, nearly to the point where your faces were mere inches apart. You felt his hot breath ghost over your lips as he spoke, amplifying your embarrassment.

"I want you to stay the night with me, [Name]. In fact, I want you to stay every single night with me from now on." He got a little closer, slightly tightening his grip around you. "'Nii-san' would like to keep his delicate 'imōto-chan' very close to him."

You were almost certain the white-haired Demon could feel the heat radiating off of your face. His uncovered eye gazed deeply into your [eye color] ones. For some reason you started to feel light-headed at the proximity.

The distance between your faces started to diminish more and more with each passing second. And just as Motochika was about to close the gap between your lips you finally snapped out of your stupor and pushed him away, holding him at arm's length. Having turned your burning face away from him, you could feel the erratic throbbing of your heart.

"Motochika-nii-san! You're such a pervert!" you cried embarrassedly, still attempting to process the words he had just whispered to you. He was so shameless!

Motochika on the other hand couldn't help but let a smug smirk grace his features as he gently grasped your wrists which were holding him in place. "I'm not a pervert, [Name]-chan. I'm just one for you." he practically purred without any hint of bashfulness in his deep voice, giving your wrists a loving squeeze.

"In-incest is plain wrong, you know?"

"We are not even related so how can you call it incest?" The white-headed Demon didn't even try to conceal his amusement. He was clearly enjoying the moment a tad too much to your liking.

Gingerly wriggling your wrists out of his grasp, you made a sharp turn, back now facing him, and buried your face into the palms of your hands, humiliating embarrassment getting the better of you. "Sh-shut up, nii-san! You should really be ashamed of your dirty mind! Just... just stop saying such weird things to me!" You were too abashed to face the blue-eyed man.

Motochika let a quiet chortle escape his mouth as he leisurely approached your smaller form and slightly bent down to whisper in your ear. "So shy~" the Demon of the West Sea breathed, causing goosebumps to run up your spine. Curse you, Motochika!

The two of you remained in that position, silence befalling the pirate leader's bed-chamber. After what felt like an eternity you suddenly felt yourself being lifted bridal-style and glanced up at the male hoisting you, astonishment conspicuous in your [eye color] orbs.

"Well, I guess it's time to go back to sleep, don't you think, [Name]-chan?" Motochika sent a lopsided grin your way. Before you even had the chance to utter a single word the silver-headed man already climbed back into the hammock and comfortably laid down with you on top of him, your head placed on his chest, right where you could hear the calming beat of his heart.

He grabbed a spare blanket which was resting upon a nearby nightstand and draped it over your body.

"If you want to, I can teach you how to swim." the blue-eyed grown-up suddenly spoke, closing his single visible eye and casually running his fingers through your soft [hair color] locks. "So you won't be scared of drowning anymore."

You could only slowly nod your head at his words, too flabbergasted to say anything. Despite being a pirate, a pirate leader no less, Motochika always managed to surprise you with his caring side. Said male was already on the verge of falling asleep when he picked up the faint sound of your voice.

"Thank you... nii-san..."

The white-haired Demon couldn't help the small smile adorning his lips as he, and you as well, finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, regardless off the thunderstorm rampaging outside the secure chambers of Fugaku.

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[1] 'nii-san' - 'big brother' | Can be used to address a biological (older) brother or a close male (older) friend. '-san' is a suffix that is added to show respect.

[2] 'imōto' - 'little sister' | Can be used to address a biological (younger) sister or a close female (younger) friend.