Itsy-Bitsy-Kidsy
WARNING: Heavy language, some OOCness brought on by hormones, some infant-related nudity, and will turn into a YAOI later on. WAY later on. I'll place more warnings at the beginning of each chapter. This is slightly AU (alternate universe) and I'd place it as... right before Bonney entered the New World and got caught, and Before Kid entered and raised hell.
If you are reading my ZoSan fic Frostbite, I'm terribly sorry. By the way, this is my first attempt at a Supernova-related fic, so forgive me if I screw up on something.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ONE PIECE. IT BELONGS TO ODA. IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT BY NOW, YOU'RE A MORON.
Enjoy!
Every Supernova knew how much of a gluttonous, spoiled bitch Jewelry Bonney could be. Most of them just put up with it, and avoided her company at all costs, such as openly avoiding buffets and larger restaurants.
Or just high tailing out of there at the first sign of her ship—whatever worked was fine. However, since Whitebeard's recent death, Bonney was nowhere to be seen, for the most part. She was preparing to head to the New World to find his killer, blah, blah, blah.
Trafalgar Law, having just saved the lives of Monkey D. Luffy and former Shichibukai Jimbei, wasn't about to leave his comfy spot on the Grand Line anytime soon. A small island near the Sabaody Archipelago was an excellent hideout for the smug little bastard while he waited for the eleven rookies to wipe themselves out.
Even though Law had indeed heard rumors that the pink-haired pirate was gathering the necessary supplies on the same island he was docked at, he was far from worried. After all, Bonney was like a spider—harmless unless provoked.
However, Eustass Kid, working with the fact that he was a ruthless killer, had the uncanny ability to piss just about anyone off. That talent did NOT come in handy in most cases, especially when he was in close quarters with any other Supernova. To top it all off, he was also on the same nameless isle that Law and Bonney had stopped at.
In fact, Kid was within the same town as the others, and was in a particularly foul mood when he walked into a seedy, poorly lit tavern, alone, and at four in the morning.
The poor redhead was in for a rough night, or day, as it would soon be.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bonney screamed around the two pounds of food in her mouth. She had been sitting in the center of three tables, and empty plates surrounded her like a fort. Kid's eyebrow twitched, but he ignored the question and sat down at the bar.
"Strongest shit you have," he growled at the bartender, who simply nodded, unfazed by the malice in Kid's voice.
"Oi, dumbass! Did you not hear me?" Bonney leaped off the tables, hands pressed into her hips. The redhead didn't even turn around, but grabbed the glass of clear liquid that slid across the length of the counter. Kid sipped the alcohol, hoping that it would, at least, make Bonney seem a little quieter.
It just pissed her off even more. Big surprise.
She rushed up next to him and kicked his stool out from under him, which flew into the adjacent wall and shattered into pieces. Kid landed on the floor, face and chest wet from his spilled drink.
"Do I have your attention now?" Bonney barked.
"Yes," Kid seethed as he stood up. "You do."
"Oi, oi," the bartender called. "Ya break it, ya pay fer it!" Both rookies ignored him.
"Repel," Kid hissed with a demonic smile. Bonney's unused steak knives soared into his right hand with purple sparks. He held them in front of his face, grinning evily. Bonney dashed out the door before he could attack.
"Catch me if you can, stupid!" she teased.
"Cowardly bitch," Kid grumbled and chased after her. He didn't notice her crew following them, and continued sprint down a dark street.
Yes! Bonney though. I'm gonna end this bastard before he can reach the New World, and easily. Just have to make him run a little further.
"This way, retard!" she called to behind her. Kid was on her tail, shooting the knives forward like bullets. He saw Bonney's silhouette in a street lamp, and she suddenly turned left, into an alley.
"Gottcha, bitch!" Kid growled as he skidded to a halt.
Bonney was nowhere to be seen.
"No," she whispered from behind. Kid spun around, but felt himself falling on to the street. He landed on the wet ground with soft thump.
"I've got you," Bonney declared.
She had turned him into a baby. A helpless, albeit enraged, baby, who was nothing more than a wiggling lump in the center of his coat.
"Sencho!" her crew had arrived to see her flinging Kid's massive coat over her shoulder into a pile, and picking an infant off the ground.
"That was too easy. Almost no fun," Bonney wrapped Kid in his pants, who just looked utterly terrified.
"Wha id yoo do oo me?" (What did you do to me?) Kid screamed. Had he been fully grown, the question would've scared Bonney shitless.
"Simple," she gave him a bounce that startled him. "You're a baby now. Don't worry, I'm sure someone will take good care of you."
"Wha de fuch do yoo mee?" (What the fuck do you mean?) He stared at her with massive eyes.
"Well, I'm not so evil that I would kill a baby, so I'm just gonna leave you here. The odds of your crew finding you here are slim to none, and plenty of rich people would be happy to buy you at an auction. You're so damn cute, after all!" she cried and gave him a squeeze.
Kid had long passed the "scared" stage, and was on to the "my-life-is-going-to-end-soon-all-because-I-let-her-get-behind-me" stage.
"Lemme go! Pu me dow!" (Let me go! Put me down!) The redheaded infant screeched and thrashed around in Bonney's arms.
"Quit squirming! Do you want me to drop you?" she yelled in his ear.
"I wood pwefew da!" (I would prefer that!) Kid cried, but ceased moving. She had practically tied him up with his pants, making escape impossible. (A/N: As if it wasn't already, dumbass).
"Now, where to put you," Bonney muttered as she scanned the narrow alleyway they were in. "Perfect! Oi, you, empty that trash can and bring it over here!" she ordered a crewmate.
"Wha aw yoo doeen?" (What are you doing?) Kid watched helplessly as his oversized coat was stuffed into the metal can, shoulder spikes first. It filled the receptacle just enough for Kid to fit, much to Bonney's pleasure.
"Don't bother with an air hole," she scolded her nakama as he attempted to cut a slit in the lid with a knife. Kid fought against his bindings, wishing that he had let Killer join him.
"Well," Bonney smiled, "it's been nice knowin' ya, Eustass Kid!"
And she slammed the lid shut.
"Morning, Penguin," Law yawned as he walked into his ship's kitchen.
"Morning, Sencho. Sleep well?" the capped man responded as he sipped his coffee, feet propped up on the table.
"Eh, for once, I didn't. Kept getting the same weird feeling all night. Doesn't matter, though," he stated as he grabbed his full mug from the counter. The one with animal spots all over it; go figure! Law walked outside to the largest deck, and was greeted by the rising sun.
And Bepo.
"Captain!" Law casually sidestepped his regular morning glomp, which distressed his polar bear friend. "Is something wrong, Captain?"
"No, I just didn't want you to spill my drink," he replied.
"But I've never spilled your drink before when I hug you. Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Bepo seemed genuinely concerned.
"No, Bepo, I'm fine," Law snarled. Realizing that he had snapped at his friend, he instantly apologized. "Sorry about that. I just didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all."
"Maybe getting outside will help. We are in need of supplies," the oversized plushie offered.
"Yeah, why not," Law agreed. "We'll leave in half an hour."
Meanwhile…
"Oi~!" Kid screamed as loud as he could, all it did was resonate against the lid and hurt his ears. He had begun to feel light-headed, and realized that he was running out of air.
"Help! Sumum, amywum!" (Help! Someone, anyone!) No matter how loudly he called or how frequently, not a soul stopped to see if something was wrong in that alleyway.
Mostly because poverty was rampant, crime was a normal thing, and keeping to yourself was often a matter of life or death. Given those circumstances, few islanders had children, or even considered sexual intercourse—raising a kid was not an option in life.
So, why the fuck did Trafalgar Law decide to stay at such a shitty place?
His crew had been pondering the exact same question for some time… Anyway, back to the story!
"I dun wanna die hewe! HELP!" (I don't want to die here! HELP!) Kid forced an arm out of the net that encased him, and managed to punch the lid upwards. Light came through for a moment, but the opening sealed too quickly for fresh air to enter.
The baby's arm fell away; he was too weak to continue.
"Fuch yoo, Jewee Bonnee!" (Fuck you, Jewelry Bonney!) Kid screamed before he passed out.
At that moment, Law was examining a grossly bruised bunch of bananas at a fruit stand, when a chill came over him. He brushed it off, but not completely.
"Bepo, do you have what we need?" Law asked his bear friend, who had only a few bags in his arms…paws…whatever!
"Yes, Captain!" Bepo declared. Law nodded, and they left the small street market to the even smaller port they had docked at. Suddenly, something caught his eye in the gutter.
"Stop," Law held a hand up and trotted over to the shiny object. He bent over and plucked it.
Eustass-ya's goggles… Law's stomach dropped like a freefalling elevator. Why? Because the Heart Pirate captain had little bit of a crush on the fellow Supernova. He didn't really care if his crew found out, since they weren't really feelings exactly.
It's just a deep concern for his well-being. He reminded himself.
"What's that in your hand, Captain?" Bepo inquired as Law gripped the simple piece of headgear tightly.
"Bepo," he stood up and turned to the fluffy, white bear. "Can you find a scent on this?"
"Sure…" Bepo pressed the goggles against his nose and inhaled deeply. "Um…smells kinda like that Eustass fellow."
"Can you follow it?" the bear nodded, sniffed the air, and walked back up the street. Law followed his friend for several blocks as they hunted for Kid.
Finally, Bepo lead them into an uncomfortably thin backstreet. The jumpsuit-wearing polar bear stopped and pointed at its sole inhabitant: a trashcan.
Law felt his blood freeze, but didn't let it alter his lax facial expression. He stepped over to it and steeled himself, expecting a mutilated body or something equally gruesome.
He gripped the lid's handle and pulled it off in one swift motion.
His jaw dropped.
His eyes bugged.
"Eustass-ya?"
Killer paced the main deck of the ship faster than he usually did. Worried didn't begin to cover how he felt about his captain. It had been hours since Kid vacated the ship, growling about wanting a drink. Killer had offered to join him, but the redhead wanted to go alone.
"Killer-san," a crewmate touched his shoulder. "Calm down. Sencho will be fine; he always is."
"Mmm…hope you're right."
However, Killer's strange, inexplicable sense of dread still remained.
Well, I hope you liked it! To be honest, I was going to have Killer care for Kid, but the thought of Law humiliating Kid was to good to pass up. This is a bit of an intro chapter, so the ones to come will be much longer. I apologize if it seemed a little choppy and abrupt, I really wanted to get to the point.
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