*le GASP!* JD! Another new story? What's wrong with you? Any~who, this is a KiddxKiller, so don't like that kind of stuff, then don't read it! There will be more...explicit things in the future ;)
Amnesia
Chapter One
It was just another normal day aboard the Kidd Pirate ship. Well, as normal as the Grand Line could be. The day was utterly beautiful – the sun was shining, the waves were calm, and the wind was soothing. Yet, many people were asleep with hangovers the size of the Red Line. Apparently, after three months with no scrap of land in sight was a perfect time to throw a party with the rest of the liquor that they had aboard the ship. At least, it was a good idea in Kidd's eyes.
Killer sighed as he checked the built-in Log Pose on their ship – if his calculations were correct, then Kidd was a very lucky bastard. Speaking of his Captain…
Kidd tromped onto the deck, his heavy boots thunking loudly against the wood. He was grumbling rather irritably. The redhead had the worst hangover of all the men on the ship, and he had just woken up.
"Killer!" He roared, then winced from the pain. 'Note to self: screaming is a bad idea.'
The blonde practically materialized silently next to him.
"Yes?" He asked softly, trying not to add to his Captain's headache.
"Where are we?"
"Five days from the next island," the massacre soldier replied. He could have given the exact coordinates of the ship, but the redhead wouldn't have understood, and then he would have made Killer repeat himself.
"FI-oww…," Kidd gently cradled his head in his pale hands. He hissed out, "Five whole days?"
"If we keep our current pace," Killer confirmed.
"I'm going back to bed," the redhead Captain growled. He shaded his rouge eyes from the sun as he turned to leave the deck. The large mass of a man retreated back into the cool safety of the shadows that the bowles of the ship offered to him.
"Sleep well…my King," the blonde called gently, his voice getting lost on the pleasant sea breeze.
After checking to make sure that the ship was still sailing in the right direction, the first mate climbed up the netting of the main mast. He climbed to the top railing of the crow's nest, before hopping down into the nest itself. Killer stood, leaning against the railing, deeply inhaling the salty sea breeze that blew into the holes of his helmet.
Killer didn't even see it coming, even though his eyes were trained on the horizon. But, then again, that was the nature of the great beast known as the Grand Line.
In the blink of an eye, the sky grew incredibly dark and let loose an onslaught of rain. The once calm waves grew in both size and monstrosity, slamming themselves against the sides of the ship, the threat of capsizing on their salty breath.
The crew was immediately roused due to the violent jostling of the ship. Each man stumbled onto the deck of the ship, immediately getting soaked to the bone. Pains, fatigue, and hangovers were forgotten as everyone slipped and slid across the deck, trying to man their emergency stations. Soon, the sails were furled, loose items were secured, the crew had safety lines attached to them, and many men were attempting to fix any damage the last wave sent their way.
Killer was desperately trying to hold onto the slippery railing of the crow's nest. The ship was rocking in the worst way, and he was getting the worst of it. The waves seemed to try and make the poor man loose his grip and fall into the stormy ocean below.
After one particularly rough wave slammed into the side of the ship and almost succeeded in throwing him overboard, Killer honestly contemplated jumping down to the deck so far below. He had survived higher falls, but the ground had always been firm. The blonde peered down over the railing and watched as his crew mates slid across the deck.
Kidd remained standing, firmly rooted to his spot. He only turned in place, counting all of his men. He may have been a ruthless demon, but he still cared deeply for his nakama.
As the Captain finished counting heads, he realized that he was missing the most important person. Wine red eyes frantically scanned the deck – no, he wasn't there. He looked upwards to the crow's nest to see that familiar streak of gold – Killer. Thank God, everyone was still there.
"Killer!" Kidd roared over the sounds of the growling waves and screeching winds. Momentarily, distracted by the sound of his name, Killer didn't brace himself as another wave crashed into the ship, sending debris flying. The blonde was thrown against the railing, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Kidd felt his heart start to race in panic – why in the hell was Killer up there in the first place? The blonde was smart. He should know that the crow's nest is the worst place to be in a storm! "Killer! Get down here!"
When he was able to breathe properly again, the massacre soldier righted himself and nodded, albeit a little shakily. He needed to figure out how to get down safely, before he could obey his Captain. The helmeted man decided that the climb down the cargo net would be better than jumping down to the slippery deck below.
Just as Killer hopped up onto the railing to begin his descent, the ocean made her move. The largest wave yet slammed into the side of the ship, effectively ruining the blonde's plan.
Desperately, calloused hands tried to reach for any sort of purchase, but found none. Killer plummeted downwards, splashing into the harsh, unforgiving sea below.
Kidd screamed. He ran over the the side of the ship, and leaned over the railing. His rouge eyes raked every inch of visible ocean frantically. Without a second thought, the redhead Captain shed his sopping wet mauve coat and made to climb onto the railing to jump in after his first mate and best friend.
"Chief!" Heat called over the winds, his voice raising an octave due to his panic. Both the bluenette and Wire grabbed onto their Captain, and pulled him back onto the deck.
Frantically, Kidd thrashed under the grip of his men, trying to break free. "Killer fell in!"
"And what good would it be for you to go in after him?" Heat snapped, holding his Captain's legs down, while Wire held his arms and torso.
At this statement, the redhead stilled. Oh, right. In his panic, Kidd forgot that he was an anchor in the ocean. Damned devil fruit!
"We will find Killer," Wire said, his tone leaving no room for discussion. The two pirates, once they were sure he was calm, released their hold on their Captain. Kidd just lay on the deck, emptiness closing in quickly.
Within a matter of moments, the sea calmed herself. The waves returned to their once peaceful state, gently lapping against the side of the ship as if in apology. Over head, the clouds left the sky, letting in the sun's cheery warmth. The winds hushed themselves, so that instead of screaming and wailing, they were singing a soft, pleasant melody to the waves, the battered ship, and her crew. Kidd could have cried.
Hey, guys! I know, I know - I should be writing more to Wide Open Spaces, but this idea begged to be written. I started it in school, and I've been working on it for a while now (because, what self respecting high school senior actually pays attention?) so updates should be a little faster than other times. Hopefully...So! Please, read, review, and tell me what you think? I would adore you Candies even more than I already do if you did 3