A/N: Hey Guys!~ So I have decided to join Rare Pair week, because damn it there are tons of ships that need to be loved too. But without further adieu, enjoy!~
Song / Movie: Partners in Crime - Set it Off (Feat. Ash Costello)
Pairing: ThatchIzo
This particular Songfic goes out to a very good friend of mine who directed me to this song. Thank you Cinna! Who doesn't love a good outlaw love story?
And a special shout out to my wonderful Beta: AmaranthPaiPai!
I own nothing in regards to One Piece or the Lyrics used.
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You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
The world knew them as Beauty and the Beast but to each other he was Thatch and she was Izo.
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
Thatch was known as the Beast. However, his appearance was not the reason behind his gained epithet. But rather his gruesome methods of dealing with the cops. Thatch was a master swordsman; he was a sword for hire, an Assassin that guaranteed his client's target would be eliminated by sunrise unless otherwise specified. And though his skills were not a recommended method of self defense against bullets and the likes, Thatch made it work. He had knives concealed throughout his person, and two swords strapped to his back. He could disarm an enemy in a matter of seconds and that was when he would strike.
Thatch shredded his opponents, and when he was in one of his most eccentric moods he was prone to go above and beyond his norms and leave an unrecognizable mess behind. And to add to the mayhem of his dubbed name, Thatch was not above restraining himself against civilians, particularly those that spoke negatively about his love.
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Izo had come to love two things in her short life. The first and foremost, was the only person she valued above her own life. And the second were the treasures of the world, mainly precious jewels and metals.
Izo was undeniably beautiful, truly deserving of the title she was given. She was beautiful beyond measure, but that in no way dampered her need to cause trouble. Izo admitted she loved the finer things in life.
She had been brought up as the only daughter of a powerful man in the underworld, and the man loved to spoil his little girl. He gave her everything she asked for, the best clothes, finest jewelry, most wonderful shoes and weaponry.
Izo was just as deadly as she was beautiful. From an early age of three, as soon as she could walk and talk properly she was taught the way of swords, and later guns. By age five she was able to tear apart and reconstruct machine guns blindfolded.
She had an affinity for them, playing with guns, and very soon held the title of marksman; she being able to shoot a target despite the considerable distance.
Partners in crime
Izo loved the riches and Thatch loved the thrill that accompanied their heists.
Partners in crime
To the public, it was unknown exactly when the two came to work as one. However, everyone was aware of the moment when their notoriety went viral. It wasn't until the two partners were captured on film that their story began to be told on every screen across the world.
This, the tale of reckless love, living a life of crime on the run,
Fate brought them together one night when Izo had the barrel of a gun pointed between a man's eyes. The lad owed her father money, you see; and to owe the man his dues meant that he in turn was in debt to Izo.
"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't just plant this bullet into your head." Izo hummed, her index finger curling further on the trigger.
"Because then I won't get paid." A voice spoke up behind her and Izo brandished a second pistol to point it at the man that now occupied the room, her golden eyes narrowing as she switched her attention between the two men.
"I see I forgot one, no matter. You shoulda taken the day off dear, it seems that your employer has nothing left to his name, not even his own life." Izo smirked, and to her slight surprise, so did the newcomer.
"Is that so? Anyway, his life does not pertain solely to you, dollface. You see, his life belongs a bit more to me, so I'm gonna have to ask you to step aside and let me do my job." The man rumbled as he took a step forward in her direction.
Izo tsked and shot off a warning bullet that would have normally amputated a toe or two on someone that wasn't as light on his feet as her visitor.
"O'ho, you're quite a shot, little lady. So it was you who took out the other trash, eh? And though I admire the work, I can't say I'm pleased about it. Taking out the personnel is 20% of my pay, so you've already cost me quite a penny. Now, whaddya say, hand the soiled man over and I won't add ya to the casualties." The way he spoke immediately changed Izo's opinion of him. She had thought him as nothing more than another bodyguard hired to save the kingpin from threats like herself. But it seemed that this man was not a guard, but rather another person after his head.
Izo laughed. "You must have me mistaken with someone else, sir. I did not travel all the way out here to be denied what is mine, you cannot just waltz in here and claim him as yours when I clearly got to him first. It's first-come first-serve here, darling." Izo said, and in the same moment pulled the trigger.
I brush to a gun to paint these states green and red,
"Everybody freeze, nobody move!" Every time that command was given, all eyes fell on them. Thatch and Izo needed no further introductions when the two strode to the middle of the room, guns raised and poised at the patrons in the luxurious bank.
Most people gasped and some even yelped in surprise as Izo's gun fired a projectile at a glowering security guard. "And don't you press that button now, we don't need any unwanted guests showing up. Things would only get unpleasant here."
The guard said nothing, though his eyes projected his anger well enough. Izo made sure to keep an eye on him as she directed him to the corner of the room, instructing a citizen to bind his hands with a ziptie she provided.
"Put the money in the bag or we will shoot. Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way," Thatch advised signaling the woman behind the counter to do as he said while Izo held the barrel of her bedazzled gun against the temple of an elderly woman for leverage.
Our paper faces flood the streets,
With notoriety, there came infamy. And a rather hefty price with that same infamy. Any information that could be given about the two lovers was paid in gold. So it was no surprise when some of her own people and those against her father turned from Izo.
It was tedious to say the least, but in the end loyalty only mattered from one person. And that was Thatch.
"Tch, you'd think they would get their facts straight on this." Izo grumbled as she glared holes into the wanted poster. "I am most certainly not a male."