Okay, so this is just a random little drabble for me as a sort of Happy Brithday/ Get Well Soon thing. Eventually, yes. This shall have more...explicit things, but not in this chapter. Maybe this will only have another chapter, or maybe two. Depends on what you all think of it. Anyways, on with the story!

April Fool's Day

Chapter One

"What?" Kidd asked, sitting back in his chair. School was almost out for the day, and Killer had just shared a little tidbit of information with Heat, Wire, and Kidd himself.

"Tomorrow is the first of April, also known as April Fool's Day," Killer said, leaning forward. He was currently sitting at the desk in front of Kidd, turned backwards in the chair. He crossed his arms and rested them on the back rest.

"The fuck is April Fool's Day?" The redhead asked, frowning. He had never heard of such a thing in his life. It sounded stupid.

"My dad told me about it the other day. Apparently, it's a day where you go around and play pranks on people," Killer explained. He continued his story, even though he knew that Kidd was already in his own mind, filing the information. "The origins are unknown, but some people associate it with the shift from winter to spring, or on the Gregorian calendar. Some even –"

"So, you mean ta tell me that I can play tricks on people, and they won't get mad?" Kidd asked, a rather malicious grin on his face.

"N-no, not exactly," the blonde said, sighing softly.

But Kidd wasn't listening. He was already busy discussing his plans of attack with Heat and Wire, both of which were seated behind him. Killer stopped the pout that almost settled on his lips - Kidd hardly ever listened to the whole story.

"Oi, get yer ass over here," Kidd said, flicking his wrist in a 'come join us' manner. With a small smile, the older teen obliged, and moved his chair to sit amongst the group and discuss the tom-foolery of tomorrow.

To say that Eustass Kidd was pleased would be a rather large understatement. He was downright ecstatic. Sure, most of the things he had in his backpack would get him expelled, but he really didn't care at this point in time. He had told his mother, and she was fine with it. Hell, she even helped him with some of the stunts! Kidd was ready for anything the school would throw at him.

"Hey! Kidd!" Killer called, jogging up the sidewalk towards his best friend. The redhead paused until the smaller caught up. They started walking, and immediately Kidd launched into his plan of attack.

"Okay, I got glue, sharpies, scissors, and a surprise for during lunch," the pale teen grinned, leaning in close to whisper in Killer's ear.

"A surprise?" Killer asked, leaning away from his friend. Kidd was a little too close for comfort in his opinion. He felt his face heat up slightly, and he hoped that if the younger said anything about it, he could blame it on the sprint he just preformed.

"Yeah, a big one!" Kidd grinned down at the blonde. "But, I'm not gonna tell you, or it'll ruin it."

"Can we try not to get suspended or expelled this time?"

"No way!"

"I thought not. Oh, well. Let's go out with a bang, yeah?" Killer shared the redhead's grin as he peered up at his friend.

"Oh, we will," Kidd promised.

The duo turned onto the school's property, and ceased all conversation of any pranks that they were going to pull. Both teens walked into the school trying to look as normal as possible. Wire and Heat soon joined them, and all the boys kept their heads down. Yet, Kidd could not hide his grin to save his life. This was just going to be too awesome.

By the time that first period had ended, Kidd had glued six students to their chairs, drew on three sleeping kids, and cut one girl's hair, which caused him to be sent down to the principal's office with the sobbing chick.

Kidd was let off after he explained April Fool's Day to the principal, who had never heard of it either, and he stepped into the class room as the second class was beginning.

"You expelled?" Killer whispered, scooting his desk a little closer to his friends to whisper without the teacher catching him.

"Nah. But, I gotta pay for that bitch's haircut. How much you think that'll be?"

"Anywhere from 50 to 150 bucks," Killer explained, then leaned away from the redhead when Miss Nico turned around from the board. She addressed the class, before going back to the chalk board.

"You kiddin' me?" Kidd hissed, a grimace developing on his face for a quick moment. "Damn. We're outta bail money, then."

"We still have Wire, Heat, and my funds," the tanned boy reassured his friend. They quit talking for the remainder of the period as Miss Nico began teaching. As much as Kidd wanted to fuck some of the kids in the history classroom over, he wouldn't do it with Nico up front. He wasn't that stupid.

By the time third period rolled around, Kidd and Heat went to the science lab to dissect a frog. The redhead blatantly refused to dismember the thing, so Heat took the scalpel and began cutting into the poor amphibian.

"Hey, Eddie," Kidd said, looking up from his supposed 'note taking' about the bloodied and purple organs that laid inside the frog's stomach.

"Hm?" Heat asked, poking what he thought were the lungs to the slimy thing.

"Ya got a light?"

"Back pocket. Why?" The bluenette knew that his friend didn't smoke, so he probably thought about setting the school on fire again.

"I need it for lunch," Kidd explained, and made a face of disgust as a blood bubble burst, splattering bits of blood all over the lab sheet. "Gross."

"Don't blame me!" Eddie said, pointing an accusing scalpel at the croaked frog. "This little bugger did it."

"Alright, alright. 'M sure Caesar won't kill us for having blood on the paper," Kidd said, then finished writing down some bullshit for the last few answers on the paper. Heat fished out the lighter, and handed it to his friend, before he picked up the tray with the cut-up frog on it. The redhead watched Heat dump the corpse into the 'biohazardous waste' trash bin before handing their half-assed paper to the teacher. Thankfully, before Mr. Caesar could say anything about the blood splatters, the bell rang, signaling fourth period, and one class closer to lunch.

Kidd walked through the crowded halls, a rather creepy grin settling on his face. He was rather happy that he had Art before lunch so that he could enjoy his favourite class before half-day. After all, who actually stayed for a whole day of school?

Killer was already sitting at an easel, his long blonde hair tied back with a hair tie, mixing some paints until they were his desired hue. Kidd took a seat next to the older teen, at a sketching desk, and pulled out his sketch pad.

The redhead flipped it open to his latest image, and then turned to look at Killer. Already, a smear of light green had appeared on the tan cheek, in the same place that paint always seemed to end up. Kidd looked back down at his drawing, and pulled a pencil from a cup full of different drawing utensils that was on the corner of the desk. He began his work, taking great care in every stroke of the lead that transferred onto the paper.

Kidd would never admit it out loud, but he loved to draw. He was quite good at it, too, if he said so himself. Miss Goldenweek and Killer both seemed to enjoy his drawings very much, but the pale teen had a feeling that anything he did would look wonderful to the blonde.

Every so often, Killer saw his friend look up at him out of the corner of his multi-coloured eyes. Yes, his bangs hid the action of acknowledgement, but the smile that grew a little every time the redhead looked at him could give him away.

The blonde tried to concentrate fully on his painting, but it was getting harder and harder to do. Especially since his subject kept moving to look up at him.

"Okay, you're done!" Miss Goldenweek said, alerting the class. The projects were due, and she was going to grade them, even if they weren't done. With a quick walk around the room, she scanned everyone's art. On occasion she would stop and offer praise, or ask a question, but she never said what grade anyone got. Kidd didn't mind this, but he knew that most others did.

Miss Goldenweek stood next to him, looked down at his sketchpad, then patted him on the shoulder, before moving onto other students. As she passed the blonde, she nodded at his painting.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. Kidd scooped up his sketch pad, and shoved it into his backpack. Quickly, Killer covered his painting with brown paper so that the paint would stay safe from prying fingers. Even though it was quick-drying paint, the blonde didn't want to take any chances.

"Might wanna take that with you now," Kidd grinned, hefting his bag onto his shoulder.

"Getting suspended?" Killer asked, lifting the painting off of the easel.

"Right directly," the redhead replied. The duo followed the flood of students towards the cafeteria, all of which were chatting happily. The pale teen fingered the lighter in his pocket, a malicious grin on his face. Today was a great fucking day.

Today, since it was a rather beautiful day, everyone got to eat outside. This only helped to stir Kidd's excitement. Killer sat underneath a tree, with his back pressed against the tough bark. Unlike Kidd, he had actually brought a lunch today, not really planning to get kicked out of school for some silly prank.

Even though Kidd said to himself he wasn't hungry as he sat next to the blonde, he still snuck a few pieces of food out of the brown paper bag that the lunch was housed in. He knew that Killer saw him take the food, but he really didn't care, since the older teen didn't seem to care, either.

"So," the blonde said, taking a sip of water from a bottle. He handed the bottle to Kidd, who happily took it. "When are we going to do this?"

"Right now," the redhead said, handing the bottle back to his friend. Kidd pulled his bag into his lap, dug in the main pocket, and grinned as his fingers wrapped around his greatest scheme of the day – a rather large firework. He pulled it out and handed it to Killer, then put his bag next to him. The pale teen lifted his hips slightly and pulled Heat's lighter out from his pockets.

"A fireworks display?"

"Aimed right at Akainu's head," Kidd grinned, pointing to one of the teachers, who was currently leaning against the wall of the school with his arms crossed over his chest.

A face-splitting grin settled its way onto Killer's face. "That is fucking brilliant."

"Don't sound so surprised," the redhead chuckled, then took the rocket from his friend. Kidd stuck the stick connected to the rocket into the ground, and then aimed. Akainu didn't seem to be moving, or even aware, since his eyes were closed.

It all happened rather quickly, in the redhead's opinion. He aimed, lit the fuse, then hurried away from the rocket, but no so far away that no one would know who had thought of this idea. Killer followed suit, standing with both of their bags and his painting as the flame of the fuse finally hit the rocket.

The little, yet powerful, firework shot as fast as a blink towards Akainu, whistling loudly so that everyone's attention was brought to the rocket. Too bad the bastard ducked so that the flaming ball wouldn't hit him. This made Kidd frown a little, but the grin settled back on his face as the rocket bounced off of the wall and began zigzagging through the crowd of students.

Shrill cries and irritated cuss words began roaring from the student body as the ball of fire whizzed passed them, disrupting their otherwise peaceful lunch. It bounced from kid to kid, sometimes hitting a wall or a teacher, before someone had the right mindset to hit it with a book. The small rocket bounced high into the sky, where it exploded in a multitude of colours, with a resonating boom that left everyone's ears rattling afterwards.

Both Killer and Kidd burst out laughing, leaning on each other for support. They could feel the angry, heated glares from teachers and students alike on their flesh – it only made them laugh harder.

"EUSTASS KIDD!" Akainu screamed across the courtyard. "SOLDIER KILLER! TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! NOW!" The man sounded like a hysterical woman, but Kidd decided to keep that to himself. Both the blonde and he walked out of the courtyard, with their heads held high. From the corner of the room, Kidd saw both Heat and Wire grinning at them. Oh, yeah. Life was good.

"You set off a firework," Edward Newgate sighed, rubbing his temples. "And almost hit Akainu."

"Prick deserves it," Kidd said, and he smiled whenever the man, commonly known as Whitebeard, nodded slightly.

"Be that as it may, you are both placed under out-school suspension for two weeks," Whitebeard grumbled. "Go home."

"See ya in two weeks!" Kidd chuckled.

"I'm really sorry," Killer said, standing and shouldering his bag.

"Just go," Newgate said, letting his forehead hit his desk. Kidd and Killer left without another word, both heading towards their normal suspension hang out – Kidd's house.

Okay, Candies. Don't set off a firework and aim it at a teacher's head. Not only will you get expelled, you might be charged with a felony. Kidd and Killer get off practically scot-free, because Whitebeard is a bad ass. Anywho, please. Tell me what you all thought of this! I really wanna know! Was it good? Bad? Utterly terrible? Tell me, please! :D