A/N and review replies will be at the end of each chapter.

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Prologue

"Grab some of that equipment would ya!" Shachi yelled from the other side of the bridge, the wide plank of wood had been laid over the rippling waters to connect the ship to the island. It's brittle surface squeaked a little as Bepo jogged over onto land.

"No way, I'm gonna help Captain!"the large bear announced, blatantly ignoring the auburn haired man who watched him pass incredulously.

"Useless bear" he muttered and looked up to Penguin who was surveying the island from the top of the bridge. The ear flaps of his deep grey, near black hat wavering slightly in the sudden breeze.

"Hey Penguin, get those boxes would you?" he called up and the young man looked down at his fellow crew member. With a single shrug he replied with an amiable "Sure" and Shachi grinned before collecting his own crates and following after his captain and Bepo.

The sun was gradually setting over the rocky horizon of the island and Penguin wiped his forehead as he took hold of another large crate in his sore hands and stumbled down the bridge with it. Why had Shachi not told him how heavy they were! By this point the sky was darkening heavily and it would soon be night. Sighing irritably, he awkwardly shoved the equipment to the ground with a huff and brushed his hands together harshly, clapping off dust. One more to go at least. He couldn't even see any of the heart pirates now but the warm lights from a nearby pub just a way across told the hat clad pirate not to be concerned with their whereabouts. Trudging up the rattling bridge, trying not to glance into the murky waters beneath him, Penguin could only hope he had a soft bed to sleep in tonight. The last place they had stayed had only a flat block of springs and splinters to rest on.

Taking a quick rest actually on top of the last crate, Penguin looked up into the sky. It made him dizzy trying to focus on all the slyly peeking stars at once and he let a tiny smile slip onto his expression. Turning with fresh determination, he heaved the final box into his arms, grateful it was somewhat lighter than the others. Stepping down the bridge carefully, he nearly dropped the equipment when he saw a strange light in the water below. Darting over to the base of the bridge where he piled up the crates, he rubbed his hands down his thighs and went over to the sea edge cautiously.

A curious, bright white light seemed aflame beneath the blackened salt water and Penguin cocked his head to the side. What on earth...had they left some of the lower submarine lights on?

Crouching down, Penguin reached his hand out, retracting it quickly with a moment of fear before shaking his head and plunging his hand into the cold water, flinching at the chill. The young man became confused when it looked certain he was grasping the beam but his hands felt nothing...

WOOSH.

A sudden flush of bitter water flooded into his ears, eyes, mouth and nose and he couldn't so much as gargle as breathe as his entire body was thrown into the ocean. Struggling in the water, he tried to move his body and reach surface, he could graze the outside air with his fingers if he reached up but his head was truly locked beneath the aqua. Swallowing sickly amounts of salt water his vision went blurred and his head throbbed with the pulsation of his blood and fear. But soon it was over, darkness slunk into his eyes and he fell limp.

A muscular man yanked the white overall clad man from the water he had plunged him into and studied the member's face. No, he was definitely unconscious. Smirking briefly, he slung the dead-weight body over his shoulder with an uncomfortable fleshy thud and went on his way, heading down the edge of the water to the looming, shadowed shape of a ship further down. He didn't even bother glancing around for others and wasn't bothered by a soul as he finally made it to another bridge heading up to the deck of a beastly ship. But before he made his way up, a young woman stood in his way. Hands on her hips and eyebrow raised.

"Let's have a look then" she said, voice quick and he grunted, pulling the sluggish frame of the captured in front and propped him up under his arms for his head to loll forward and the woman to grab his chin and yank his face up.

"Wonder what his name is" she smirked devilishly and the man returned with a dark chuckle.

"He seems fine, head up" the woman jerked a thumb backwards and the man complied, throwing Penguin over his shoulder once more and the heart pirate made a groggy rasping noise but failed to move, only watched under his eyelashes as dark, blurred shapes went past.

Chapter One: In the Dead of the Night

"Finest room in the house if you fucking would" Kid snarled, deep red lips curving up into a sinful smile as he threw a clump of gold onto the unstable wooden desk before him. The dark haired young man stared at the shining treasure in front of him and looked up with wet, blinking eyes.

"Y-yeah, of course" he tried a troubled grin and his trembling fingers barely clasped around the key from under the desk which Kid snatched without lifting a finger, he burst out into horrific laughter when the receptionist fell back into the papers behind him, unaware of the redhead's devil fruit power which allowed him to magnetise the key to him with ease.

"Cheers" Kid chuckled and went past with a brutish stomp up the stairs, followed by a set of equally as freaky and frightening members who the receptionist cowered from.

Around an hour passed and the young man was startled to near death as the huge fur coat clad man went past again, two men swift behind.

"Don't even think about trying to sneak some loot while we're gone, Killer is up there and he ain't as charming as me" Kid sniggered and the man only shook his head frantically.

"Wouldn't d-d-dream of it" he choked and Kid burst out laughing, smashing open the door and heading out into the night.

Killer had finished sliding the cloth over his blades and set them down on the small table beside his assigned bed. Kid hated any bed near any window and had taken the one by the door against the wall. Heat and Wire were set up in an adjoining bedroom. It wasn't a bad place, a little shabby and run-down but it was hardly a big-time city island, it was just a stop-off. Besides, there seemed to be a bar so he knew he wouldn't see much of Kid that night.

Thinking about this private time he went over to the fairly large glass window and slid the frame up to stick his top half out into the chilled air with a deep sigh through the holes in his cerulean and white mask.

With next to no effort, he turned with his back against the chipped paint window sill and grabbed hold of the tiled edge of the roof and heaved himself up on to the top of the inn. Just a bit of late night agility to set himself up for sleep.

Settling himself as comfortably as one can on rough slate, he stared out to the ocean. It was a new moon with no silvery rays grazing over the waves, only a scatter of stars to make the horizon seem ever so vast.

Glancing down to the bar, where golden lights streamed out onto the sandy grass, Killer chuckled under his mask at the tell-tale shape of a certain Captain Kid in the window. At least half an hour passed when Killer decided to return to the room, content with the fresh air and nightly view. He was hardly sentimental but the way he was feeling, with a damaged leg from a fight not so long ago (the reason he had stayed at the room instead of joining in with the intoxicated merriment – because he couldn't risk tripping on his already bruising, cracked wound) some old-fashioned clean oxygen was well needed to soothe his tight nerves. Being so aware all the time and as great a fighter as he was, his body suffered.

Sliding back into the room and shutting the window, the blonde brushed himself off and worked on sliding his black and white shirt off over his head, yanking it down his arms and throwing it on the floor beside the bed. He was about to start on his jeans when he heard a steady creak from the adjoining room.

He would have heard Heat or Wire come in so-

An unbearably, equally hot and cold feeling was thrust into his throat and the kid pirate couldn't breathe for a few moments, the unusual contrast played havoc with his nerves and made his vision flicker. But with a solid foot on the wooden floor, he pulled away, wrenching the hand from him with a sickening crack as he twisted the offending limb with a sharp movement.

"Mother-fucker!" a surprising female voice called out and Killer concealed his startled nature as he took a stance and raised his arms. Two large men stood next to a young woman with hair of pale green, to her jaw in bundled curls. Smoky painted, dark chocolate eyes looked to her wrist where she tenderly massaged into the shattered bone. White lips pursing in irritation and pain.

Killer wasted no time in throwing a well aimed kick at one of the larger men, dressed in black cloth and a bright green tie, hitting his hard in the temple and he groaned with a stumble. The other man went for him but the blonde ducked and with a single kick knocked the man round the back of the shins and he went down like timber.

"Eh, eh, quit knocking my crew down ya wild fucker" the woman snarled, raking a hand through her hair and pulled out two small, crisp white discs from the side of her belt. Locking them onto her hands as Killer stepped back, stance still defensive and breath heavy beneath his mask. Snapping her arms down the circular weapons expanded and began spinning rapidly, a thin, sharp sound resounded in the air and Killer immediately lowered his body and scraped a foot out, wasting no more time and throwing a well aimed fist at the other's jaw. She blocked it with her forearm and he went down to thrust his pointed fingers into her ribs. Yelling she flinched and crumpled, managing to get a blade out to slash him on the shoulder first. Killer hardly noticed and with a swift back flip grabbed the nearest of his two blades and went for her.

It was element of surprise...and of one of the bodyguards catching him round the waist, less than gracefully yanking him and throwing him at the wall. A shower of plaster fell upon them all as a momentary silence came to.

"Hold him still, I ain't up for fightin' tonight" the woman spat. Retracting the barely used blades and sliding them back into her belt, she approached the dazed but alert fighter with speed. Hoisted back with his skull smashed against brick, Killer struggled to move.

Something wet and itchy trailed down his left leg. Shit, his wound had opened.

Trying not to draw the green haired pirate woman's attention to the weakness, he looked up as though staring with raw challenge. Her deep eyes flickered with fluttering eyelashes of startled worry as though he could feel his glare through his mask for a second but it faded back into one of cold idleness, taking him by the throat with that unbearably hot and cold feeling once more, Killer's body ached against the solidity of the wall his spine was crushed against.

"Never had to guess before" was all she said with a chuckle as she leant forward, grasping the man's face with two hands either side of his head. Resting her lips on one of the upper holes, she spat.

Inside the mask, Killer's vision was obscured by an unusual, thick, gritty liquid that made him spit and growl. But the trickling liquid soon fell into his eyes and he started to choke.

Gritting his teeth, refusing to scream. Killer clawed at his mask, blinking rapidly and writhing as he fell to the ground. The grip of the two men was hardly needed now.

This woman was indeed, a devil fruit user. One of the Paramecia type. Able to either blind, control, weaken or affect the vision of any eyes she spat into, sometimes damaging people through the mouth and ears. She could use her hands in a similar manner.

Killer could only see white, white lining around each object and person he looked at. Like distorted angels...they were all too bright. It made him sick. On his hands and knees now, retching as the white lipped pirate wiped her mouth and scowled. His nails were scraping on the floor and the sound was making her wince, the clatter of his blade fell and she inhaled sharply.

"Grab him, we gotta go...we made too much noise this time" she told her men, glancing around as though to prove a point, though she doubted the scrawny receptionist could do much even if he did come up to check on the ruckus.

Kid was too wild with alcohol to notice the dark shapes darting out the top window of the hotel he had booked out. With a familiar shape being dragged along with them.

Killer eventually gave up trying to see and closed his eyes, flinching and biting his lip as the slimy spit seeped into his eyelids and made lights dance even within the darkness. Trusting his more prominent senses was the next best thing.

They were entering a ship via a thick, yet rattling bridge. There were many people on board...unwilling judging by the sweat stench they were producing most likely from fear. Rusty, salted blood was in the air also. There were also a great amount of guards. The faint metal clinking sound and rough, amused grunts could tell him that.

"How did you take this one down, Captain? He's fucking huge"

"And when has that stopped me before, Gum" she snarled back but a smile could be heard through her tone.

"Get him below deck, fuck...I want him to be the last one, put up such a struggle I'm actually tired"

Immediately calls and claims of collecting pillows and wine for her surrounded Killer who tried to just stay still for now and breathe easy, hear as much as he could without seeming too aware.

"We could make him our last one" this time it was a ratty voice, all buck teeth and narrow tongue.

"He seems like a fine specimen and counting the earlier one and the ones from yesterday would bring the cost up easily"

"...Is that so?" the woman's voice faded, she was heading into one of the cabins and Killer was left to be slugged down stairs. The familiar scent of sea water, wood and metal grazing his senses. His vision wasn't getting any better but he had settled himself and the seeping pain for now.

A few gasps could be heard and the chattering of teeth was loud enough for Killer to notice.

"Shut up ya little shits, this is the last one for tonight, so calm the fuck down" the man growled. Throwing the blonde to the ground where he shuddered and choked.

"W-where are we?" a timid voice called out from the darkness, nearly drowned out by the waves of the rushing current as the ship set out.

"Well, you lucky lot are on the White Knife, ship of the Pirate Captain Arabella Mint" there was pride in his words, a nod of his head. There was a bitter silence, a few whimpers and one or two mutters.

"But ya won't be here long anyway, so roll out your beds and lights out" he told them.

"...What beds?"

"Ahahahah, as if I fucking care, one things for sure, we ain't providin' em" the door slammed and several bolts and clicks were heard clattering angrily.

A few hours later, after several had tried throwing themselves at the bolted door or out the thick glass porthole, an uncomfortable quietness fell over the prisoners cabin. Killer was finally able to see again, yet despite his clear vision, the stinging still resided in the core of his eyes. Slumped against the wall, feeling the sickening motion of the waves beneath him. He wondered when Kid would start looking for him.

He had left the message with his nails, whether it was illegible was another story but he had just about written "Spit" in the filthy dirt. Splinters had torn up through his fingers and he currently picked out the edges, blood falling in droplets. His blade was right next to the message, Kid had to notice.

Killer wasn't particularly worried, he rarely was. If Kid couldn't get to him, he would slice every soul on the ship wide open and find a snail phone. Too much surprise last time, threw him off but now...now he was ready. Damn he wished he had his blades though. Deciding to get some shut eye for a bit, knowing it was too dark to look for escape now and there were too many prisoners who would not doubt cause a ruckus and alert guards. Slumping his body to the right, keeping his back tight against the wall with the natural training of any warrior.

"Ah!" someone yelped softly and Killer looked up with startling speed. Bracing himself.

A shadowed figure was leaning against the wall, it was far too dark to see who but they seemed considerably smaller and they happened to be moving away.

"S-Sorry" they spoke in a muffle.

"It's fine...you were there first I guess" Killer shrugged, sitting back up, not letting it show how pissed he was getting. God he hated cramped spaces.

"No...you...you ought to lie down for a bit" the voice called again and the blonde was undeniably surprised that the person had tried to keep conversing.

"Honestly, I don't care" Killer replied bluntly and there was a whispered "Oh" as a reply.

Now his eyes were adjusting, especially as the dim glitter of starlight trickled through the murky porthole window, Killer noticed the man had a hat drawn down over his ears and eyes. An attempt of blissful ignorance probably. The kid pirate wondered with mild amusement if he had even looked at the blonde yet. Would he still be talking then?

A/N: So I kinda got into Killer and Penguin one way or another and it is an immensely minor couple but hell, I love them.

I always thought Penguin would be rather curious but quirky at times of interest or panic. Through my research I also found out our little flightless bird has a strong will which could soon come into play.

Killer always comes off rather rational but naturally violent and prepared. He thinks about the then and now and doesn't consider failure but rarely seems obnoxious if arrogant. So I'm going to stick to that, plus the fact he is a skilled combatant and...well...a killer.

Pirate Captain Arabella Mint and her crew, "The Teeth Pirates" on their ship "The White Knife" belong to me, they are the villains if you haven't already gathered and are more for depth and to avoid hating on any canon characters who I would otherwise use in a villainous manner.

-LAW09

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