I recently became a fan of One Piece and fell in love with this character. There is just something about Captain Kid.

I do not own One Piece.

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The broadcast detailing the war abruptly cut off, and with little else to do, the Kid Pirates left the bar they stopped at, in preparation for their departure to the New World. More supplies were necessary for the trip and the ship would need one more day to finish getting coated.

Finishing up their errands, one Captain Eustass Kid, crew in tow, walked confidently down one of the main roads on Sabaody, ego oozing from his posture when a particularly cruel scene caught his attention. Usually displays of power or depravity tickled the man pink, but this one disgusted even him.

Everyone was huddled on the ground, bowing in fear, to what had to be the ugliest noble he had ever had the misfortune of seeing. Inbreed bastard...

A portly balding man, being carried by four slaves on a golden *sedia gestoria throne, was lead through the town. Two beautiful scantily clad women sat on either side of him, cooling him off him with large feathery purple fans. The man seemed to eat up the attention, his eyes darting over the commoners to make sure he was paid the proper respects.

Fucking bastard acting like he owns the place. Probably doesn't even have a real destination, just lording his status over everyone else. Bet that throne is made of real gold…

As if sensing his captain's malicious intent, Killer decided to chime in. "Captain it would be ill-advised to use your powers to launch that noble into the air after we just got away from that Warlord cyborg."

"Che. I wasn't going to launch him through the air. I was going to ram him into one of those damn bubble trees," the man defended, a ghost of a pout appearing on his face, before he turned around.

Killer sighed. "I could roast him afterwards but crispy asshole plus burnt bubble tree probably smells like shit," Heat* the zombie-esque man added, with a snigger.

That earned a quiet round of laughter from the crew and a grunt of disapproval from Killer. "Good one Ed," someone replied.

However the nobleman had stopped his trek, a vein appearing on his forehead. "Captain that noble looks pissed. Think he heard us?" an average-sized blonde man asked. And indeed the noble did look bothered by something.

"Who the hell cares?" the redhead scoffed, but he followed the noble's line of sight to see him gaping at a young woman examining oranges at a fruit stand, completely ignoring his presence.

Enraged the man reached for a gun from his robes, which he began waving around. Nearby civilians shook with fear. "You woman! Why are you not bowing?" the noble shouted, anger welling inside him.

But the small woman continued with her shopping, either oblivious or non-pulsed to threat being issued. The crowd however was frozen with fear. The Kid Pirates heard one civilian whisper, "That poor girl. I've seen her before; she's a very strange little thing…" "Idiot, that's Little Lady. Think we should warn Saint Iniri?" "No, we should leave as quickly as possible before we become victims of circumstance," the other whispered back nervously.

This will not end well. "Captain, we should go," Killer advised, fingering his blades, just in case.

Kid smirked, his curiosity overwhelming his common sense. "No Killer, let's stay for the show."

Growling with anger, the noble pulled the pistol's trigger, firing at the girl. She was cowardly struck in the back, the pale yellow dress she wore quickly becoming stained with red. The basket dropped from her hands and she staggered forward, on the verge of toppling over.

The noble grunted in approval. "Serves the insolent peasant right…" He paused noting she was still standing. He shot again. "Bow before me woman," he commanded, brandishing his gun proudly in the air. He kept firing until his gun clicked signifying it was empty. Still the girl had't fallen.

Kid grinned manically, his tongue ghosting out to lick the edges of his dark lips. "Fucked up world we live in; all she was doing was buying food. Hell, she could be deaf. And people say I'm ruthless." He turned, figuring as she hadn't fought back yet, the show was unfortunately over, when the strangest thing he had seen so far on the Grand line happened.

The petite woman reached behind her back, clawing gingerly at her wounds. The redhead stared wondering what she was up to, as the girl dug the bullets from her back, the small bits of metal falling to the ground, their thudding sounds permeating the silence.

What the fuck is that woman doing? Kid thought in apt fascination, his face lighting up.

Dropping to the floor, she daintily picked up the fallen bullets. And for the first time, Kid and those present got a glimpse of her face. It was heart shaped, she was rather pretty but more importantly than that was her expression. She was very serene, no trace of anger on her face. No trace of anything really...

Righting herself, she slowly walked over to the petrified noble and gave a small bow. It was then that Kid encountered the most proper and overly feminine voice he had ever heard.

"I believe these belong to you Saint Iniri," the woman said with no discernible emotion, placing the bullets in his hand. Sain Iniri jumped back.

"*Ba..ba..Bakemono!" He yelled pointing at her, grabbing his second gun and firing another round at her, the situation fraying his nerves.

Again she stayed standing. "I apologize for scaring you Saint Iniri. While what you did wasn't very kind, I suppose your response was to be expected," she said, blankly.

She carefully removed seven bullets from her chest, careful to keep her dress - and placed them in Saint Iniri's hand once more. He had frozen in shock, with one of his slave woman passing out. "Good day Satin Iniri. I hope you have a lovely mid-afternoon stroll," she bowed.

Saint Iniri was frozen where he stood, the blood coated bullets resting in the palm of his right hand.

The petite woman walked over to the fruit stand, retrieved her basket and continued shopping as if nothing had happened. The civilians were staring at her in horror. "She's a monster!" "What if he decides this is insolence and calls the marines?"

"Captain, her wounds are closing…" Killer rasped out, studying the young woman.

Sure enough, the bullet holes in her back and chest were slowly closing. Kid nodded, having watched the whole exchange in morbid fascination. "What a freaky bitch," he muttered, excitedly. "So she can heal herself…C'mon we should go have a chat with the little lady," he smirked wickedly, his curiosity taking over once more.

The woman finished selecting oranges, dropped some coin on the counter, and was leaving the scene at a leisurely pace, with the owner of the fruit stand gaping in shock form his spot on the ground.

The Kid pirates trudged after her, following the woman into a busy tavern. They found her at the counter placing an order, the bullet holes and blood on her dress making the barkeep and his patrons nervous. She didn't seem to care. It certainly didn't help when Kid and his crew entered the bar.

After getting her drink, the young woman choose a table near the window. Kid walked over to her, arms crossed over his chest, obscuring the sunlight pouring in through the window. The light reflecting shadows off his face made the large man look even more menacing than usual.

"That was some show woman," he commented, staring down at her.

She looked up and gave him a soft smile. "Life can be so boring. Every now and then, we need a little entertainment." Eustass Captain Kid…you put on quite a show a few days ago with the other supernovas. And are you trying to intimidate me with your height? How childish...

The redheaded captain chuckled darkly and pulled up a chair. "Wire, get me drink!" he commanded, reclining into the seat.

*Wire, a pitchfork wielding man with his Captain's jolly roger displayed in the center of his chest by a fishnet harness, went to the bar, coming back with a whiskey and coke. The rest of his crew stood directly behind him, wondering what their captain was up to.

He didn't talk immediately, choosing instead to enjoy his drink. Contrary to popular belief he was a smart man. You never act interested in someone, give them a moment to wonder and a moment to squirm. But the woman paid no heed, and so after several minutes of quiet sipping between the two, he asked, "All those wounds are gone, aren't they?"

The woman glanced up from her drink and nodded. "Yes, I am indeed fully healed but you could already see that with my dress in tatters." What do you want?

And indeed they were, as he gave her a one over, taking notice of her appearance. The dress was covered in blood and holes, the only indication she had been shot at fourteen times.

"You know I bet when that ass-fuck realizes what happened, he'll be sending the marines after you," Kid nonchalantly replied, setting down his glass.

"He most likely will, but I see no reason to be concerned," she replied, casually savoring her drink.

"Che, what a cocky bitch," he snorted, nonetheless pleased by here response. "And what's up with you being so damn polite when he shot at you? It was fucked up."

"I was killing him with kindness." At Kid's confused look, she continued, "Staying civil in a fight is disturbing. Displaying no anger or pain is inhuman and both frightens and angers an opponent. Furthermore, it serves to amuse me. As you eloquently put it, 'It is fucked up,'" the dark woman indifferently replied.

Captain Kid grinned and drank from his glass. "And sadistic as well," he chuckled, his dark lips curling upwards. "What's your name woman?"

"We are not well enough acquainted for a first name basis, but due to my appearance I am called Little Lady," she answered, closing her eyes, her hands clasped together in her lap, a picture of serenity, belying a sinister nature.

The pale nodded, accepting her answer. "Seems they know you around here. What, you famous or something?" he asked, drinking from his tumbler.

"I had a wanted poster for evading arrest and being involved in the deaths of several marines. The Navy didn't know my name so they came up with my epitaph," she explained.

"How much you wanted for?"

"66 million beli."

"Not bad, woman," he whistled. "What did you do?" he asked, getting down to business.

She stared off in the distance. "Nothing really. As you saw my powers frighten people, causing pandemonium," she said conversationally.

"There's more to it wench," he bit out, angry she was trying to hide things from him. Omission of truth was the same as lying in his book, and you do not lie to Eustass Captain Kid.

"There is always more to it but I'm afraid we do not know each well enough to go into a detailed discussion," she told him tactfully, meeting his red eyes with her own onyx ones, testing his pateince.

Knowing it was best to dissolve any quarrel quickly, Killer racked his brain, remembering her bounty poster. "You're also known as the Suicide Queen."

"Yes, I am called that as well," she replied, glancing up at the tall blonde for the first time.

"Why?"

She sighed and took a small sip from her glass. I would really prefer not to elaborate… "Watching me reform is not pleasant; the muscles, bones, veins, and everything else regenerate in order on what's most internal, so the insides of the human body are on display. People who witness me reform after they attack me often have nightmares of an eternal monster, always returning for revenge. The whispered threats I issue probably don't help. If I let them live, opponents are usually driven to madness by fear, suicide being the most common result," she explained plainly, like it was normal table conversation.

Kid whistled appreciatively. "You just keep getting nastier and nastier. And you look like such a priss."

The crew did a double take on her appearance. Small didn't even begin to cover it. Tiny was more fitting. She was a small woman, probably only five foot tall with waist-length onyx hair, and dark tan skin. A pair of small silver hoop earrings adorned her ears, a matching bracelet on her left wrist. The light yellow baby doll dress, at least what was left of it, had short capped sleeves and a red sash making a small bow in the back. Red high heels, sheer tights, and a blood red headband adorned her delicate frame. Red lipstick on small pouty lips, black mascara and pink eye-shadow on black almond-shaped, glassy, eyes, completed a very doll-like visage...she was no pirate.

"I find that dressing like this seems to offend people more than if I had a typically frightening appearance," she toyed with her hair.

"Che, so why you here?"

"Amusement," she replied with a soft smile. And revenge…

"Bet you'd have more twisted fun with a crew," he shot back. She could be useful-a human shield maybe.

"Is that an invitation, Captain Kid?" she asked, he smile growing a bit more. I'll admit the offer is tempting; he is known for causing havoc and I probably have a better chance at my goal if I were to travel…

"Depends. Can you fight?" the man asked, needing to know her answer. All she did was defend and that's only a liability in this world.

"I can if the need arises."

"I want to see," the man ordered, a gleam of anticipation sparking in his fiery eyes.

Little Lady quirked an eyebrow as Kid continued, placing his arms across his chest, "The barkeep is giving me a funny look; deal with him."

Well aren't you violent. Hmm, maybe traveling with you could be beneficial to me. A bit bossy, but you did make is this far on the Grand Line, so you must be a competent captain, Eustass Kid. I guess I can play along, and if it doesn't work out, you wouldn't be first I betrayed. Making her way to the counter, the young woman pulled a small metal fan out of her purse. The barkeep pretended not to notice, as he busied himself with cleaning out a tankard. "Sir are you aware that it is rude to stare? It has upset Captain Kid."

The barkeep scoffed and nervously replied, "You can't do anything. Mariejois is right here."

She frowned. "That does not concern me. Seeing as how you did not even apologize, goodbye Mr. Barkeep."

Wasting no time, the man reached behind the counter and pulled out a rifle, firing a round of shots at her. This time however, she did not allow herself to be hit. Deflecting the shot with her fan, the bullet ricocheting back, taking out the man's left eye.

An ear-piercing scream was heard as the man fell to the ground twitching. The patrons screamed, as all began rushing toward the exit, some shouting out "Pirates!"

Little Lady slowly made her way back to Kid's table. Bowing slightly she said, "I am sorry; he only fired once. I could not remove both of his eyes."

Kid grinned. "Not bad but he's still twitching woman. Finish him," her soon to be captain ordered.

She shook her head. "It is more painful this way. The bullet is lodged in his brain, he will slowly convulse to death."

A smirk of approval spoke too loudly on his face to be concealed. "I like your style woman. Join me." What a cold bitch. Cocky, arrogant, vicious-she'll fit in nicely with the crew.

"I'd be delighted, Captain Kid," she replied in that overly polite voice.

Footnotes:

1. Sedia gestoria: a form of throne which had four handholds, one on each corner, for servants to carry their king or other person of importance on.

2. Heat: Recently the SBS told us the name of the tall grey-blue skinned man with dreadlocks on Kid's crew. I used to call him Zombie because he looked like one. I will still act as if his real name is Ed (no way he was actually named Heat by his parents) as he resembles Iron Maidens mascot Eddie.

3. Bakemono: Japanese for monster.

4. Wire: Recently the SBS told us the name of the tall pitchfork wielding crew-member of Kid. I used to call him Roach because his head-piece resembles feelers.

5. Kid's intelligence: I don't think he could be stupid and make those comments he makes in the suction house. I have other reasons at to why not he's not stupid, but no sharing for now. ;)

Enjoy and please review. I already have the next chapter written but I need to type it.