Never Charm a Pirate
Eustass Kid x OC
Summary: He is a pirate. She is his victim. They don't mix. But when their hearts take control – everything is possible.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece; it belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
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The scorching sun beat down on the still and garish island, searing all that rested beneath. Well-structured hotels and restaurant relaxed underneath the shades of the enormous umbrella-like tree.
This – was a prosperous island. An enchanting place located somewhere in the Grand Line where visitors could enjoy and relax during their traveling – the Holliday Island.
Inside a fine restaurant, constant chattering and cheers were heard. The sun illuminates the room, bright and clear, perhaps, a little too hot and dangerous for customers to endure. Travelers and pirate sat, enjoy the benefits of the scrumptious food and the meager breeze fluttering through the windows.
By the window, sat a group of three notorious pirates. A pale, muscular man with bright red hair resembled fire, stood out. He positioned his leg on the table, a relaxed but wild pose. Clearly, it is evidence that proved power and authority and similarly, arrogance. Perhaps, it is a captain of a rookie team that is not to be taken lightly of.
He is, after all, a man full of pride and ambitions – to find One Piece and become the new Pirate King. Yet, when he revealed his aspiration to the bartender, the neighboring table laughed at him. Being laughed at, is something, he – Eustass "Captain" Kid – could not tolerate, especially if it's about his dream.
His face darkened with killing intends. With a swift movement, he was by the neighboring table, holding a metal blade by the man's throat. The man stopped his laughing abruptly and could not even utter a single word, but frozen at his spot. With the scene caused by both men, the whole restaurant overflowed with eerie silent, waiting for the drama to unfold.
"Say, what was you laughing earlier about?" Kid inquired, deep and hoarse, clearly displeased. His voice dominated over the silence, full of power and control.
"Now, now," a sweet voice interrupted the fight and explained, "customer, you are not allowed to fight here." She then reached out to Kid's hand, signaling him put down his weapon.
From her touch, Kid flinched. Slowly, he withdraws his weapon, obviously furious with the interruptions.
The man, being the victim, was relieved. In quick speed, the man paid the bill and left with his companions, saying he'll never come back here again, perhaps, from fear.
After the disruptions, other customers returned to their original business. However, there are boo's from some of the customers, obviously wanted the show to continued.
Kid returned to his sit, unmistakably furious.
"Brave," commented a companion of Kid. He is a man with wild, long blonde hair, adorned with a blue and white stripes full head helmet with many holes in it.
"Finish that old geezer," commanded Kid, as he observed the waitress who dared to stop his fight. If it weren't because he was hungry, he would have murdered both of them already.
Killer sat still, observing his captain. However, he obliged the command anyway. Silently, he left the shop.
Before he left, the third companion snickered and noted, "don't cause a scene though."
The waitress that dared to stop Kid looked nothing special, but pretty nevertheless. She is a slim woman with long orange hair, which curls inward at the bottom, ends at her waist. What stood out most is her pair of brown eyes, portraying innocent and naiveté.
"Luna! Do you know how danger that is?" A waiter exclaimed, perplexed, " He is a pirate, he could kill you in that instant!"
"You are so reckless." Another waitress managed.
"Okay," the said girl sighed, " but I'm not harmed right?"
"Don't you dare do that again," ordered the waiter, concerning about Luna's safety.
"Yes, yes," she smiled, impatiently.
"No, no, you should not scold her. What she done is bravo." A voice interrupted.
"Manager, how could you say that!" The waiter retorted, "She could have been in danger!"
"I know you are worried about Luna, but look, we need someone as brave as her to maintain the shop!" The manager encountered, " we can't have people picking a fight here all day!"
The waiter and manager continued to argue. Luna ignored their bickering and returned to work.
By the time Luna delivered foods to Kid's table, Killer is back. She gave them a polite charming smile and said, "Enjoy your food."
During his meal, Kid's intense eyes continued to trail after her. Perhaps, his gaze was too obvious or the flicker of aura that emits from him was too sharp that it brings her discomfort – but she wasn't sure. She assumed he is still not pleased.
She, too, is surprised by her own action. After all, it wasn't everyday thing that she was brave enough to stop a fight between two men.
Bam – it came Kid's angry fist, making a huge impact on the table, cracking the table in half. Everything on the table came tattering down, causing a commotion, and without fail, catching the customer and staff's attentions again.
Once again, the store became awfully quiet, with the exempt of the gentle breeze blowing through the window.
Kid stood up. With careful stride, he walked up to the waitress who dared to ruin his fun. Evidently, he was taller and well built, which dominates over Luna's petit form; proving how powerless Luna is in the situation. Similarly, telling her how wrong it is for her to mess with him.
Luna stood, speechless. She couldn't read his expression, because it's almost disturbing and wicked. She watched him walk closer to her, unable to do anything.
"Elario Luna," he read her nametag, sneering.
Casually, he bends down to her eye level and smirk. Slowly, he inched in. Somehow, he was drawing in the scent of her – the warm, sweet blend that smelled of lemon and white cedar wood. Kid concluded he liked her. He whispered against her ear, deep and dark, almost in mockery, "You've got hell to pay."
His words send chills down her spine – something she doesn't like for sure.
It was then, hell break loose.
She wasn't sure what exactly happened: but one moment, she was on Kid's shoulder like a potatoes sack, the next moment she heard explosion and ear-splitting agony screams. It happened so fast that she doesn't know how to react. Perhaps, too shock to even to.
What she saw was a catastrophic disaster. Bodies of innocent victim lay all over on the floor, covered in blood. Her colleague chased after her, but it was a futile attempt, in result ending his own life. Holliday Island no long looked like a paradise anymore; it is devoured by fire and blood. The once beautiful buildings are streaked with red, orange and grey, almost unrecognizable.
Her eyes were wide opened and tears unknowingly flowed out. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, scream or anything, but nothing came out. She swallowed hard, but her breath seems to be clogged in her throat. She could only watch everything unfold before her eyes. She tried to struggle, but it seems it's ineffective to her captor. Needless to say, she is weak.
She wasn't able to function her brain properly as it seemed to weight extreme for the first time. Reluctantly, Luna was forced into the inner abyss of slumber, fully losing her conscious.
The night was cold. The wind picked up its speed – unlike any night she experienced in Holliday Island – brushed past her skin brutally. The ocean's singing was so clear, so soft and so near, ringing in her ear. Everything was so foreign to her. It was, after all, she was no longer under the warm and humid protection of her hometown.