Aryes: Hey guys! I hope you guys like the story, and please review! I love Kilguin so much and i hope i convince you if you are not already one as well! Let's make Kilguin a major ship! YAY! This will be a 2-3 shot story (2-3 chapters) so stay tuned for updates in the future this month! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer and warning: I don't own One Piece, because if i did it would be a yaoi anime/manga, but I love Eichiro Oda (who makes One piece) so much for making such a great story that i am able to ship so many characters in! This is a Yaoi fanfiction (BOY X BOY, MALEXMALE) So you have been warned. :) Now then, on with the awesomeness!
~Aryes
The Fear of Nightfall
"Penguin, I would like you to prepare our clothes and baths before we return with our meals, but please leave the back windows open this time if you will." Law's commanding voice spoke to him firmly. The older man was looking for a response from the shyest of the group who sat in one of the nice wooden bar chairs that were seated in front of the black granite counters. The man in question sat hunched over a glass of rich blood that was like vodka to vampires. Rich A+ blood types were like a rich red burgundy wine to vampires, they could even get drunk off the smooth liquid from time to time, but being immortal was meant to be a curse, not a gift so vampires could not get fully drunk at all.
Penguin really thought it was a damn shame, why couldn't he be wiser, stronger, more confident, or even a little reckless? It was a part of himself he hated, and sadly there was not enough rich wine in the world that could make him forget all of that. Penguin swirled the wine in his cup absent mindedly as he stared off into the distance, not even acknowledging that a word was said from the head of the Heart Clan. "Penguin," Law asked again with a bit of concern at the lack of reaction from the hatted man. Penguin sighed deeply and replied tiredly, "Captain, I already know the rules. The window will be open when you return and the baths will be ready."
Unlike most people, Law believed this statement even though the man looked pained, because Law knew that Penguin was loathing the fact that he could do nothing for the clan other than clean and prepare for their arrival home. Law understood why the man hesitated to leave this house. He knew that trying to get Penguin to leave the house would only cause the sulking man more pain than he was already in, and Law would go to any lengths to avoid another tragedy like before. Trafalger Law was the Captain of the Heart Clan vampire, one of the most infamous vampire groups in the world over, but a year ago they had had a massacre that devastated them.
Sadly, Trafalger Law had not been present at the time of the ambush that had driven their clan to chaos, but Penguin had been there and he was the only one to have survived the horrendous battle against the Marine Zombies. The fact that Penguin lived had been a relief to Law, seeing as Penguin was a dear friend of his, but the brutal outside world had not been kind to him. The fear of meeting the Marine Zombies haunted the young man's nightmares every day, Law could hear it at dawn. To the screams, the sobbing, the splashing of water, and the small slight movements of distress in his sleep, every time Law heard the noises he cringed slightly at dawn in his comfortable coffin. He knew Penguin would return to his cheerful self, but at the same time he could not push the man to change, he would have to do so willingly.
"Alright then, we shall return before dawn's early light. Shachi, Bepo, let's go!" Law shouted at the two other vampires who had been lying on the couch, who quickly followed the Captain's lead out the window into the cold night that awaited them with two things on their immediate minds, 'Food' and 'Getting Back Home.' As soon as the three black attired vampires flew out the window, Penguin stood up from his chair, gingerly swirling the rich liquid in his wine glass. Penguin's thoughts drifted once again to his glass as he set it down on the table with care, but he quicked shifted his thought process to something more important, 'Preparing for the return of his Comrades.'
Penguin walked through the house quickly doing the chores he had been set to do swiftly, after all it was now habit to him. Along with a more troublesome habit, once in a while, while working, Penguin would gaze wistfully out at the window where his senses remembered the greatness of the outdoors, the smells, the touch, the feel, and the energy that hummed through the forest. Oh how Penguin missed it so, the pure atmosphere of the forest, the way the wind brushed against his numb and undead skin. It was such a rush to him that he almost forgot how to breathe, however the breath he breathed out was ragged as he remembered other things he did not want to remember. Blood, death, gore, screams, cries, but somehow they were dulled by the passing of time.
Strangely, the memories did not instantly make him want to throw up his wine, and somehow they didn't make him want to cry. 'Maybe it is because I remembered how the forest felt?' Penguin's eyes fluttered shut and opened once more as he stared at the big moon that reflected in the giant window. He felt a slight feeling hum in his body unlike before, but at the same time it was nostalgic. Penguin felt his cold hearty bump wildly, even though no blood ran through his veins or arteries. It was like a taste of being human once more, and it pulled Penguin even closer to the world he had promised himself to never wander again. His cold fingers touched the large window as he met his reflection's gaze in the glass, a sharp pain ran through him as the reflection faded.
Now, Penguin curled his fingers into a fist as he stared at the nothingness of the window, because he no longer had a reflection now that he was a vampire. He had only imagined it, and his mind wondered once again, 'What would I look like now? I am so helpless to change…when I changed into a vampire I thought I was invincible, but…when they all died I guess I truly realized we aren't really immortal. I am simply biding my time, and…waiting for death now. I get a second chance at life and I am not even truly LIVING it!' Penguin knew that there was nothing truly alive in him and that his thoughts contradicted this fact, but even so…
'Damn it,…One step, that is all I am taking,' Penguin swore as he pulled the window open with some effort, the window sliding open in a rush of Autumn air. Penguin had to pull his hat down on huis head to keep it from flying away from him, but he couldn't help but think it was worth the rush he felt. The wind touched his skin, and if Penguin could see himself now he would have said that his lifeless skin had perked up 12 shades of human colour. He inhaled as the wind flew around the room, completely immersing him in the crisp cold but divine smell of autumn leaves. It made him smile despite the small growing fear that welled in his chest.
Openly, without fear of being heard, Penguin laughed. It had been the first time in a year that he had laughed, and it felt so good, as if one burden on his shoulder had been lifted. Penguin touched the sill of the window and leaned over to look around the house with renewed eagerness. The grass below him glistened a glow under the moon, and the trees swayed with the wind leaving leaves scattered everywhere in a meaningful mess. Penguin moved his hands upwards to see a breathtaking view of the full moon with the tops of trees decorating the scene below it. He felt the forest wind blow his suit collar around like a she devil as his black pants fluttered appreciatively with the new breeze.
Penguin held the edge of the sill tightly as he debated whether to leap into this change or shut the window again as he did before. It was a decision that fought with his instincts and his memories of the massacre, but neither was the deciding factor for him. It was the wind who chose for him as it changed course and blew him towards the open window, as if it wanted him to go, and sure enough he leapt out the window. Penguin felt his heart leap with him as the the brisk wind met his lips as he spoke silently to himself, if only to reassure himself, "..One step, I'll be okay." His black shoes crushed the grass below him, as his legs met with the firm ground, his shadowed red glittering eyes surveying the new yet familiar surroundings extra cautiously as he crouched down to the ground.
His fingers tingled slightly as he touched the grass covered ground, a reaction that had been dulled since he had turned into a vampire, but it was still there. It felt great to him, his ears were on high alert as the constant noises of the forest clashed with his predatorily nature. Penguin felt the need to scout these surroundings, he felt like he had a job to do, like he was needed again, and god, did it feel good! Penguin moved his foot forward towards the wooded deep regions of the area without even realizing he had broken his own promise. Penguin rushed past trees with ease and jumped above the canopies with the youthful vigor he had had as a fledgling.
Whimsically, Penguin soared through the air with a single jump, he turned his body to see how far the house had become, was quite a distance indeed. Penguin felt an undescribed glee rise in him as he realized he had gone a few dozen miles in only a few minutes. Penguin's body felt gravity take ahold of him as his immortal sack of skin fell towards the unforgiving ground. He felt his legs take the fall easily, and his cold breath bushed past him in a whisp. Penguin as he reached the ground crouched into a deep stance instantly, and without warning. Smells swirled around him with no recognition or nostalgia. All he smelled now was his own palpably rising fear as he realized what the smells were telling him.
'WERE-WOLVES!' Penguin's mind went into a frenzy as he sniffed the air, trying to ascertain whether or not he should panic. From the smells alone, Penguin could guess that they were older than a day, but that was still bad for, because of two things. One, he was alone in Wolf territory, and two was that they could now track his smell back to the house. There were only two realistic options that he could take now that he had figured this out. The first would be to go and try to find Law and the others and explain the situation, but this was a more risky option considering that he would leave the house practically defenseless and he didn't know where Law and the others were.
The second option, which appealed to Penguin more and was a better option in general would be to try and cover his scent trail or confuse the wolves in the least. Penguin knew the first was too much of a risk, so the second option became his only option as he stood up confidently, that is until he heard a single twig snap. That was when Penguin twisted his head toward the sound in avid fear and as soon as he had seen who was there his heart had immediately dropped to his stomach in complete and utter terror, leaving Penguin speechless. There by a tree atop a small hill and grove was a man in a blue and white striped mask, or moreover a Were-wolf in a mask.
Trembling at his unfortunate luck, Penguin recognized the infamous man instantly, making him regret ever leaving the safety of the house. The Were-wolf's name was Killer, and as his name described him, he was indeed a killer. Penguin has never had the misfortune of meeting him, but of all the times he could have met the passionate Killer, now happened to be the worst. He watched the man from the shadows of his hat, waiting for any hostile movements from the man, but after a few moments of silence nothing happened but a ragged slow exhale of breath from Penguin as he refocused on his target.
'Maybe he hasn't noticed me? No…there is no possible way he hasn't noticed me.' Penguin assured himself, though the thought of the Were-wolf seeing him in general was not comforting in the slightest. The young vampire watched anxiously at the man, but tried to remain calm as he saw the man move slightly. "…Are you from the Heart Clan?" the voice echoed in around Penguin, but he only needed to hear it once to know that whatever answer he said could decide his fate, so Penguin chose silence. He felt his dead heart beat in his ears as he felt the wind brush the flaps of his suit, making Penguin twitch visibly from nerves alone.
"Who are you, and why are you at our border?" The tone that was used was not threatening, but Penguin knew what the man was capable of. The rugged voice of the Were-wolf was slightly stunning to Penguin, but this time he chose to answer a question if only to regain some confidence in himself, "I am here on accident, and I was not aware of this new border. I am very sorry for intruding on your thoughts." Penguin had chosen his words carefully and tactfully, because one wrong move would get him killed. Killer's arms crossed thoughtfully and the young murderer leaned against the tree gently.
"You didn't answer my other question," Killer spoke gently, trying to probe for an answer from the youth, but Penguin once again remained silent, because he knew that man was testing him. He would not give away his identity that easily unless there was proof of harmless intentions. They both stood silently, one waiting for an answer, and the other withholding the answer, obviously not giving any ground to the man despite the growing fear in Penguin's heart.
Killer, on the other hand, was truly baffled by the vampire's audacity, but in the other man's shoes he'd probably do the same. Killer smiled under his mask at the similarities they both shared in this brief meeting of the other. The blonde were-wolf in truth had noticed the young vampire before he had gotten to the border, but unlike the vampire, he had been walking the border on a mission when he had noticed the hatted man flying through the air with a small smile on his face. Killer had simply gone to investigate the reason why, or at least that is what he has been telling himself. The truth was that Killer had been curious as to why as well as who, which was rather odd, considering Killer rarely acknowledged anyone who wasn't in his clan.
Abnormal behavior was what he would classify it as or at the very least boredom could be another reason for his questions, but the blonde were-wolf would be lying if he had said that the vampire was piquing his curiosity. He had been watching the vampire from the tree he stood at now, but he had made a mistake by moving at all, because as soon as the twig snapped all the fun he felt watching the strange vampire overreact to the smell of his clan dissipated in an instant. Now the vampire's attention was on him, but Killer didn't mind in the slightest seeing as he was curious enough to ask the man questions.
"So, you won't answer any questions ascertaining to your identity, may I ask why?" Killer requested offhandedly, guessing that he would not get a reply, surprisingly though he did, "I know who you are, where you are from and what Clan you have joined. I simply do not trust that you will simply let me or my comrades out of a group meeting discussion for the next clan you will terrorize, even though it was my decision alone to come here. I also knew nothing of you or your clan's presence here so it was my mistake alone, but even so, I think if I give my identity you will find my Clan and destroy them. I am no fool as to who you are and what you do."
Fortunately for Penguin, Killer did not take offence to this at all, in fact he was a bit proud that his reputation was known by not just were-wolves, but vampires as well. "My reputation precedes me it seems, even to vampires." Killer commented rather rhetorically, but Penguin retorted to the comment plainly, "Well, yours is particularly more infamous for a reason, even among other supernatural creatures as well." Killer glanced over at the suited man, and hummed slightly to himself. Usually he would have already lost his temper and killed the intruder, but this man was pushing all the right buttons.
'He is pretty smart, and strange, coming out alone', Killer thought ponderously, why would the vampire go alone? "…So, Why are you here alone then, aren't you vampires group gatherers?" Killer watched the man put his hands in his pockets that was a sign of nervousness. Killer could guess that the man wasn't supposed to be here or the question was making him anxious to answer, but he couldn't be sure unless he could see the eyes of the person. The eyes of a person could tell Killer everything, which was one of the skills that helped him decide whether a person was lying or not and so much more, but the man in front of him wore a hat that shadowed his eyes.
"So you will not answer this question either then? Well then," Killer said with a sigh, this was going to be difficult, but luckily no one would check up on him till noon tomorrow. A particularly strong wind blew past the young vampire to Killer, carrying the strong scent of the vampire right to Killer's hyper sensitive nose, he now understood why the man was tiptoeing around him, the vampire's smell was permeated with fear. It was tinged with fear pheromones that took over the smell of the vampire, and it made Killer somewhat confused. How on earth could a man with that much fear in his scent not be trembling or have a shaking voice when he spoke to him?
Slowly, and with extreme grace killer jumped into the air, aiming to land in front of the vampire. Penguin, on the other hand, wouldn't have that as his paranoia of the man peaked as soon as the man jumped off his hill towards him. The hatted man hesitated as he jump back in fear that the were-wolf was not alone, that arised a question that Penguin needed to ask if he didn't die first. Killer landed on all fours and stood once again on two legs as he spoke with a bit of anger this time, "Are you just going to keep running away from me all night?" Penguin stopped his retreat and clenched his fists as he remembered those words from the battle a year ago.
He remembered that he was the one who had said it before the bloody unknowing massacre had begun, and all words seemed to fail him for a moment. Penguin tried to move again, but the words still froze him to place as he remembered the sounds that had haunted him, images of his comrades dying from stakes and holy water, but the worst thing now was that he couldn't even move. He could only stare as his undead heart pounded painfully in his ears as he watched Killer come closer with every confident stride. It was as if the blonde had pressed the shutdown button, and he was paralyzed, doomed to die again.
But to Penguin's surprise the man stopped a good ten feet away, and spoke again to him in a much softer voice, "…I can smell your fear. Why haven't you run away yet, or the question that should be asked is why are you still here?" Penguin felt his mind rush to find an answer, it was indeed a good question, 'Why haven't I run away yet?' There was 2 answers and 1 question that came to him, "…Why haven't you killed me yet?.." Penguin asked softly, "You could have easily killed me the moment you saw me, or" Penguin gave a hearty laugh as he said the next part a little pitifully, "Am I just not worth the effort to kill?"
"Are you asking me to kill you?" Killer asked thoughtfully, because it was the first time someone like the vampire had come along. There was a pregnant pause that followed as the vampire's shoulders dropped in a look of defeat. Killer felt a pain in his chest as the man tilted his head to the side, the moonlight exposing the white neck of the vampire, but that is not what made the usually cold hearted killer melt. There, under the moon's warm light illuminated the shadows that his the vampires eyes, and one smouldering red crimson eye shone underneath the brief instance of light painfully as the vampire closed his eyes thoughtfully as he replied, "I am simply asking for a true answer. Am I even worth this extra life?"
Killer felt his tail prickle with warmth that glowed and his blonde ears grew hot even under the autumn's cold breeze. He couldn't help but walk closer to the vampire, but he stopped himself, because of the man's question. He knew what the answer was, but it was quite frankly embarrassing to say. Killer couldn't help but chuckle at the young vampire who now hid his hands in his pant pockets shyly. Killer walked towards the young vampire that he had found so amusing. Luckily, the hatted male stood still as he came closer toward him, probably accepting he was going to die now because he had pissed off a were-wolf.
Today, however was not the day Penguin would die, as the vampire felt a simply tug from his head, and instantly tried to grab for the thief of his hat, but missed entirely as Killer moved the hat from his now full viewing eyes. Killer, as he unveiled the vampire's face, felt all his breath escape him like a punch in the gut. The vampire was a red head like the head of his clan Captain Kidd, and as manly looking as him too, but the younger man before him was much more handsome than Kid could ever be to him. The youth had pale skin and red rock star hair that was partially buzzed on one side and longer on the other side and on his ear that was visible was a few earrings.
Killer watched as the vampire's eyes finally gazed at his through his mask, red, glowing, and angry. "Give my hat back!" he partially yelled and growled as the man dove left, right, and above to retrieve his hat, but despite the shock the revealed face had given Killer, he was still keeping it slightly out of reach from the outstretched hand. "Why are you hiding yourself with this hat, hmm?" hummed Killer with sadistic pleasure from the hold he had on the hat, but he got an unexpectedly smart question in return, "What are you hiding under your mask?" Killer paused a moment at the diverting question, but the hat in his hands was snatched by the hat's owner who pulled into place on his head.
With the wind still behind the vampire, the were-wolf could detect traces of emotional distress, embarrassment, and more importantly, less fear. The vampire smiled triumphantly at the return of his hat, but slowly morphed his face back into an apathetic one, because one never wears emotions on their sleeve in front of an enemy. Killer sighed as he sensed the atmosphere that was so light before transform back into one of apprehension and precaution. Killer backed up until his back was once again up against a tree. It was an awkward silence that followed, but Killer's thoughts soon caught up to him.
"What is your name?" Killer had never been fond of name's other than the fact that they had a practical use, but somehow this man made him want to know more about him. "…How do I know I can trust you not to kill me or threaten my Clan?" asked Penguin suspiciously, but Penguin already knew the answer before the other man said a word. "If I had wanted to kill you, I could have long before you had seen me," and Penguin had to agree since he already knew the other man's name and it would be fairly rude not to. "…My name is Penguin." The hatted man muttered softly, but with the were-wolves great hearing he had heard it clearly.
Underneath the blonde man's mask was a genuine smile, though Penguin could not see it. The man's voice disguised it beneath a gruff voice, "Okay, you can go." Killer watched as the vampire face or what was really visible of it twisted in shock, "What?" He sounded truly confused at the blonde man's response, but despite Killer's usual wild temper he repeated it again for the other man without any anger. "You, Can, Go." He repeated it slowly so the other man could understand, but Penguin had already gotten over the previous shack and stood a bit taller.
"Why are you, never mind then, I am sorry for intruding." Penguin said and bowed deeply in apology. As Penguin raised his head, he felt a rush of air whip past him and then he realized the man had moved right in front of him. Penguin let out a small yelp of surprise as his hat was yanked off his head. Killer dropped the hat on the ground and grabbed around Penguin's eyes to shield them from what he was about to do. Killer grabbed the bottom of his mask, pulling upwards just enough so that his mouth was uncovered.
"I'll take this as my thank you," this was all the warning the were-wolf gave before he stole Penguin's lips. Killer didn't know why he wanted to, and he didn't even know what possessed him to do this, but he was doing this none the less. Killer heard Penguin gasp in surprise as their lips met in a soft sweet kiss, Killer slid his free hand behind his red hair gripping the young vampire in place. He felt Penguin hands trembling on his bare chest, almost paralyzed there in shock, but Killer felt the other man melt into the kiss almost instantly.
To say that Penguin was shocked at the were-wolf's actions would be an understatement, Penguin who had never, even in his human life, been intimate with another being. Penguin didn't know what to do, but when Killer's hands brushed in his hair, Penguin couldn't control the small moan that escaped him. The vampire legs trembled from Killer's relentless attack to his mouth almost to the point where his legs couldn't hold him up any longer. Penguin's breath was running out so he scratched panickedly against the man's chest fearfully.
Killer separated from the young vampire to allow them both to breathe again, but he still held the man's eyes shut as he whispered in the young man's ears hotly with his lips, "I do hope we meet at the Meeting, but I can't promise I will be as nice as I am now." Killer felt the youth gasp slightly, but Killer couldn't stick around to see the effect his words had had on Penguin because he knew if he saw the undoubtedly cute look on the vampire's face he'd take him right then and there, then what would be romantic about that?
Penguin heard an order whispered in his ears, and Penguin followed it to the letter, "Go home, and be a good boy, don't stray out here again, because I will tell my boss if you do. Nod if you understand?" Slowly, and rather dumbly, Penguin nodded understandingly. "Good, now I am going to let go of your eyes and I want you to count to ten, then you can open your eyes and leave alright." Once again Penguin nodded, even if he didn't like it, he still wanted to ask something.
"May I ask you something?" Penguin asked hesitantly, but was relieved slightly as the man's voice reverberated in his ear, assuring him that he was still there. "Yes."
"Since you have already taken my hat away from me, may I ask why you hide your face? You don't need to answer if you do not want to…I would under-"Penguin was cut off by the gruff voice of the were-wolf.
"What would you do if I refused to answer it?" the blonde man asked curiously.
" …I would feel angry, because you already saw my face and I haven't seen yours." Penguin stated bluntly.
"Well, I guess you will have to see me again if you want to figure out what's under my mask." Killer said tauntingly as he slowly pulled his mask down over his mouth to its original position. He removed his hand from the front of Penguin's eyes, smiling slightly at the fact that the vampire was keeping his eyes closed as he had instructed. Killer moved away from the red head in the opposite direction from where they had met. Killer's hand clenched the front of his shirt as he felt an emotion he had never felt before pound.
It made him want to turn around and run back to the red head and never let go, but Killer knew he would meet the vampire again and that was all he needed to know. He felt the odd emotion quell in his heart and slowly ebb away, but it still lingered in his heart despite his confidence in the fact he would meet the vampire again. It made Killer feel strange, and somehow that did not sit well with him, because it was not the usual simple lust he felt, it was something mixed with more emotions that he couldn't understand, but killer couldn't think about that now, he still had to check the border. Penguin was having a similar feeling coming over him, but was completely clueless to what it was, because lust had never been in his mind before. Penguin's eyes opened and wordlessly he raised his hands to brush his lips that still tingled as he kept remembering the kiss over and over again like a video on repeat.
Without another word, Penguin ran as fast as his strong legs could towards the safe house of the Heart Clan, his rational side fighting with the strong feelings as he desperately searched for something to take the kiss off his mind or he would have a severely embarrassing problem in the woods. 'Ah that's right, I still need to get Law, Bepo and Shachi their clothes and bathes running, ' the young vampire thought as he rushed to the open window he had left through. He turned and closed it hard as he could, hoping somewhat that the slam of the window would scare away his dirty thoughts of the sexy and deadly were-wolf he had met, but it wouldn't leave at all and that worried Penguin most of all.
Oh My gosh guys! I hope you like this small short story i am doing! I hope you guys like it, because I am a major part of a movement called the Kilguin Navy Fleet because not only do I want to make it a shipping, i want to make it a Navy Fleet! XD Me and my girl LoneWolf09 are hoping we just inspired more Kilguin shippers with our story! :) Please review Thank you! The next part will be out soon!
~Aryes