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This sounds like some dialogue that would be in a Katakuri story idea I have!~ I haven't even started the story yet, but I wanna write out the scene for this, so here's a little sneak peak of a story chapter fanfic to come!~ Thank you for the inspiration, @daily-prompts!~ Enjoy this excerpt, lovelies!~

"I wish you wouldn't do this to yourself."

"Why do you care?"

"It's not healthy."

"Actually, putting my hair up in space poms is both healthy for my ends and it looks cute. I would say you should try it, but I don't think your hair is long enough. More like space sparklers, haha!"

A flash of irritation narrowed Katakuri's eyes as I rambled and fiddled with my hair in the mirror. I had just reformed from my gem again. Stupid pirate got the upper hand in a half hearted sword fight during the last attempted pirate attack. I never was good with swords, I suppose, but at least I got a new outfit out of it.

As always, he had taken my gem back to his room so I would be safe until I came back, but this time he wasn't so happy to see me. He sat at his desk, the scratching of his quill against parchment filling the quiet until his miffed voice cut through my ramblings.

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"Actually, for once, I don't cause you seem mad just out of the blue. I literally just got back. I haven't had time to do anything to make you mad!"

"What happened during the last fight?"

A look of confusion brought my eyebrows together but kept my focus on my hair.

"Oh, that? It's just a little mishap-"

"Dying isn't a mishap."

My laugh was almost instantaneous at the word "dying", and turned to face his back, a hand on my hip, with my hair done.

"Um, I didn't die. As you can see, I'm back and better than before, baby. You know what happened, or are you getting to that age where you forget things? It's alright to admit it, grandpa."

I was technically older than anyone alive now but age was a social construct for me.

He stayed quiet but his pen stopped. I could see his hand clenching the writing utensil and I expected to hear it snap any moment.

Why was he acting like this was a big deal now? This dramatic reaction is usually below him. It wasn't the first time my corporeal form was diffused. We've been at sea for weeks, and many pirates have tried their luck at taking down a Big Mom ship far from home in that time span. They turned tail and ran, when they could, the minute Katakuri showed himself, but not before they did some damage. I've just been trying to get my fighting groove back.

"You may not die like the rest of us do when a sword is jabbed through your throat-" He stood swiftly, and his towering body closed the distance between us before I could even take a single step back. A gloved hand wrapped around my wrist to keep me in place since I had a habit of flying off to get out of unwanted situations. My breath hitched in my throat at as I was forced to stare into the accusing pink eyes of my captor.

"-but it doesn't make it any easier seeing someone under my supervision vanish into thin air."

Up until now I had avoided being too close to the giant of a commander. He wasn't a threat to me, if anything he was almost like a bodyguard, but he made me feel small. Too small. I didn't feel like wasting the energy to change my size, so I just kept my distance. Although his height wasn't overpowering it was. . . reminiscent enough. A cold, slithering feeling snaked its way through my barely existent body and kissed my very core with icy lips.

Fear.

Prompt 2473

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself.”

“Why do you care?”