Aryes: Please forgive me for this angsty terrible angst. Kilguin I have been nice to you for a long time, but I was just super tired, in a foul mood, and super sick on top of that, so I wrote this in one day. Please be nice to it even if it isn't nice back to you XD IT IS 3:30 IN THE MORNING AND I AM FREAKING DYING UGH!
WARNINGS GOSH: MAJOR CHARACTERS DEATHS, ANGSTTTTTT, INSANITY, MURDER, CRAZINESS, BL (MALE X MALE), KILGUIN BITS, HURT AND COMFORT (THOUGH ID ADVISE NOT TO COMFORT SOMEONE THIS WAY) SADNESS
DISCLAIMER: i DONT OWN ONE PIECE
Sometimes humans simply...lose control.
Sometimes willingly, sometimes purposely, but one thing is always certain in that mind there is only anguish and the need for change.
To break something, their chains, their limits, their enemies, their minds, their memories, simply to change everything.
That's what he was going to do here, he was going to erase everything.
He put down the body, the bloodied tan skin with black tattoos that laughed at him.
The body that held so many hopes and dreams upon its back.
He looked over at the body beside the tan one, a slimmer smaller pale body.
Glasses that always used to shine with mirth were shattered and tainted red.
The hat the body once wore used to be pink and green, now was dyed a single rouge color.
He walked forward.
Another body.
White fur dyed an unholy color of wine, red and matted, unmoving, not another apology would come from those lips.
He walked past another.
A huge body that once was ridden with tattoos was dissected, as though he was a moth whose wings were plucked ungraciously.
He paused.
More bodies.
More and more.
They filled his vision, white jumpsuits now turned crimson.
Murdered by marauders.
By liars, thieves, and murderers underneath indiction of society's rules.
Those murderers.
They had no reason to be called justice.
There was nothing truly more injust then what happened here.
His friends...
HIS NAKAMA
He felt pain, his lip bleeding with his teeth cutting sharply
He felt nothing
Nothing at all
He didn't know what had happened after that moment.
You know
He didn't regret it
Not a single bit.
Weeks later he had been on the move.
He had hopped rides
Travelling and reaping his justice.
Maybe he had fallen too far
you know what though
He smiled as he lifted his spear above him, laughter bubbling at the brim only matched to screams.
He
Really
Didn't
Care
Anymore.
...
Ah, the screaming stopped.
...
Fantastic
...
Months later
He met them again
The Kidd pirates.
He had been in the middle of his justice.
He stood up with a small smile that turned rather wide.
Oh how funny was this, they weren't enemies anymore.
Not for him anymore.
It was always us versus them, but now there was no us anymore
Only me.
He saw the Kid crew's eyes were wide with shock, maybe they were entranced.
Yes, at all the red~
They liked red right?
What a silly question.
OF COURSE THEY DO
He laughed and he grabbed his spear and he held it out, he pulled off his hat in the other hand, he smiled grandly and simply asked.
"DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?"
...
Weeks later than that, he sat on the Kid pirate's metal ship.
His hands covered with chains and Killer glaring down at him.
"Why did you do it?"
Penguin laughed and then felt pain in his lower abdomen.
He was reflecting death, it was staring at him, laughing at him.
He laughed back.
"How does it feel to lose something Mr. Killer?"
The man growled back, a scythe at his throat, his voice hollow and broken
"You are going to die, those are your last words then, Heart pirate?"
His laughter cried further as it bubbled his words
Heart pirate?
Heart?
What the fuck did that mean anymore?
"Do you think I still have one anymore? You only lost one person and you are already lost...how do you think I felt when I lost everything?"
What was this wetness on his cheeks?
Was it tears?
Did he laugh too much?
At some point he lost feeling in his face.
"Just kill me already...I WANT TO DIE SO BADLY. GET YOUR JUSTICE KILLER!"
It was at his neck and he felt relief wash over him, he would be freed.
"It wasn't even your fault was it?"
...
huh...
Huh...
HUH?
WHAT?
The scythe lowered, and the other pirates watched silently.
Penguin shook as the blonde lowered down
"You tried to shoot the marine behind him didn't you."
Ah
He'd been caught
"Do you want to die?"
The question was quiet
but the shear way it overtook his mind in volumes.
He couldn't answer, his body freezing.
The tanned hand grabbed at his collar
In that moment Penguin realized how much he had changed
There was no sweetness left in him, no kindness in him.
Yet he had really tried to save Kid.
Why though?
Naybe for a moment he thought he had seen Law.
A captain he actually could save...
and he still fucked it up.
Was he forever left to ruin everything good in this world
Another bark of laughter
Penguin was purposely dragged around a corner
his laughter cutting off as he hit against it.
Her was dragged into Killer's room
He felt a dark pit in his stomach
Why was he here?
The blonde pulled him up by his white collared shirt
More like he was thrown upon his bed.
His hands were still tied behind him
I guess this was the end
...
Nothing was happening
Why was nothing happening?
He opened his eyes and froze.
Killer's mask was off.
Holy
Shit
Penguin's breath caught
then the shock wore away when the man came close.
"What are you doing?"
Guarded
Killer's face was a shield with or without a mask.
"Did anyone ever comfort you after their passing, your crew's?"
What?
Are you fucking kidding me?
"What?"
"Did anyone comfort you after your crew died?"
Penguin glared at the man like he was insane
"Are you offering to comfort me or something? Aren't you more disturbed than me at this point Mr. Killer?"
Killer's eyes stayed on him, but the man moved closer and Penguin matched the movement by moving away.
"OI!"
"I assume that's a no."
Penguin glared at the man and then scoffed growling out, "I don't need your comfort."
He couldn't escape
His hands were tied,his escape was closed.
"Maybe you wouldn't have changed so much if someone had comforted you that day, so how about we make this a mutual comfort session."
Penguin felt rage mount as the man came closer
He looked behind him
There was no more space.
"I lost my captain, you should know what that feels like at the very least."
"He was a childhood friend and a brother of mine."
Penguin looked up and stilled as he felt water on his face.
Vulnerability
Weakness
It was on the man's face above him as tears dripped to his own face, the blonde towering above him.
"My best friend"
Penguin felt his own mind go back to that moment
Blood
Bodies of loved ones
'They' had been home
'They' had been his family
'They' would never appear in this world again
What was this overwhelming feeling
Why now?
WHY NOW!?
His vision blurred and he felt his breaths become heaving noises
Why of all times was he crying.
Killer continued his sob and arms curled around his back.
He was held up in an uncomfortable position
his hands tied
His back arched in a bad position
he should hate it
but he couldn't though
The warmth of another human body
Something he missed so much
It was reason enough to cry
But crying
It hurt
It hurt so damn much
Here he was crying with his old arch nemesis first mate to Eustass Kidd
The Penguin that the Heart crew knew would have never cried here like this
That Penguin was gone
He had changed
He had been warped by insanity
That's what people would say
But Killer here
He knew the truth
It was the reason he had pleaded the Kid pirates take him in
Killer knew that he hadn't been warped by some foolish desire to start killing
He had been warped by loss with nothing to return to
He had wondered why Killer had stuck his neck out for him back then
He thought it had been for strategic gain
But maybe it was because the man could tell
Was he that intuitive?
Could he understand this pain?
Well now, since Kidd had died
and Killer went out and slaughtered them all.
Penguin thought he would die
He had accepted that no matter what he said he would die actually
Maybe that's why his words resonated with Killer
That Penguin had lost his Captain and crew that day long ago and that he would never want that to someone else
He may have changed but maybe...
Just maybe...
There was some morality and sanity left in him.
Penguin then truly lost control in a different way
Penguin lost control of the emotions he had kept hidden.
He didn't know when Killer's tears stopped
But he couldn't stop crying
Killer held him all the same
When Penguin began to wind down
Killer unlocked his arms and released him.
Well not really.
Killer raised himself from Penguin, but he paused as he hovered over the man.
Penguin saw the flush on the man's face
The visible and loud breathing
The soft lips that clinged to life
Within moments the distance closed
Killer lowering himself to him
Penguin didn't hesitate to reach out for this comfort
The blonde was beautiful, smart, and everything anyone could have wanted.
Penguin felt breathless as their lips met
It was so much
overwhelming
even simple kisses were more than simple
a tingle
a buzz
a drug
Their lips met again
"Was it your plan to comfort me this way all along?," Penguin asked softly
"Not particularly, but I don't think either of us is adverse to this." Killer said softly back
He was right
Penguin eyed the other man as he sat up from his position
Oh
that was a nice view
A shirt was flung to the side in abandonment, tan muscles for days
DAYS!
Penguin reached for his own dress shirt and red vest
They were thrown to the side
Another vulnerable moment
His tattoos
His past on display
All on his body was the Heart Crew symbols, from individual members to jolly rogers
They laced his body
His regrets
His life that was now gone
Some days he had no courage to look in the mirror
The only time he did
It was to reaffirm what he was doing was truly justice
His hands trembled slightly
His body shaking from energy and anxiety
He wanted to cover up everything
From those green eyes above that widened from the sight
Penguin put a hand through his red hair, the other hiding his eyes with his forearm
He was waiting for some words from the other
Pitiful words
maybe some scolding words
None of the above happened though
In fact, the blonde simply moved his arm and their foreheads pressed together
Their breaths close
But their eyes
Blown out like crazy but intense all the same upon the other
Penguin reached his hands into the soft yellow hair
It was like a light
A halo that he himself had lost.
He dug his hands into their softness
It was so nice
Their lips met once more
There was more warmth in them
it was slow and indeed comforted him
Belonging
Sweetness
Though neither of them really contained such a thing anymore...
It was the moment that held all those things
The meaning of this kiss
It held so many lost emotions
He felt tears come up again
A genuine laugh leaving as he spoke
"Hey"
Killer stilled above him and looked down at the other male quietly
"What?"
Penguin felt his face burn from what he was going to ask
"Would you...hold me gently?"
The blonde above him stilled
the green eyes mellowing as he came down closely to his ear
"Of course, heavy fucking later."
Penguin chuckled at the words, because he could agree to that.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
...
Lavishment
Love
Genuine affection
Adoration
Everything calculated
It was official
Killer was one hell of a lover.
Everything making him drown in the warmth
As he woke the next morning
Light
Golden like sunlight
The view was rather beautiful.
Killer sleeping next to him
With sleepy curiousity driven hands he lifted the mop of hair to fully see Killer's face.
Peaceful
Tranquil
Simply lovable
Penguin moved forward to kiss the forehead of the Captain of the Killer pirates.
A man of mystery to all but one
His right hand man and lover Penguin
Or rather Penguin's newer name for he had abandoned his old name that night long ago
The Red Angel
They wrote about him in the paper once
It was an interesting article
"The Red Angel, a man who appears to smite thee whom he deems unworthy of life, his nickname only a mirage of this very real wrathful figure whose blue eyes burn with hatred for those he deems enemies. He who knows when to retreat and move onward. Though Killer of the Killer pirates is known for his strategic thoughts and deadly precision. He doesn't command the groups, he doesn't command the front line. Like a victorious angel of war, the red angel dictates everything, sees all, then determines your worth. Almost as though he is the embodiment of Bloody Justice himself."
Bloody Justice...
yeah
He liked that name a lot.
Aryes: Yeah, this is the angstiest thing I have ever written. I was in a mood today and sick and those things just do not go well together XD So ended up with this, hope you could enjoy it a little.
GET READY FOR KILGUIN LOVE WEEK ON MARCH 14th~
~Aryes