So... *awkward laugh* chapter two. Yay. I know that my english is shite so please do tell me if you find some sort of grammatical errors / some words you don't understand. I'm trying my best but well, do I sound defensive?

Either way, please enjoy chapter two :)


Kid had a somewhat weird sleep. Well, dreaming is one thing and having nightmare is another, but what he had felt like the scary in-between that paralyze him. It felt like he just choked by the darkness as vast as the one he saw on the stern, and being pushed and pulled around in a shapeless storm before he finally woke up in shock. With his body being shaken in approximately magnitude of 9.0 scale, air bursting out from his lungs and his senses jolted to full alert in less than a second. He jumped from his bed out of shock, desperately collecting his consciousness when he realized that the earthquake suddenly stop. Before him, there was a huge man with long black hair, blinking in a weird mixture of humor and guilt as he pulled his hands back to the sides of his body. Kid blinked, trying to make sense of the situation when he realized that instead of from his feet, the shaking was centered from his shoulders―which was in fucking Wire's reach before bastard pulled his hands back.

It wasn't an earthquake. Apparently, that fucking Wire thought it was funny to shake him to consciousness, until his insides blended into one barrel of blood smoothie with extra rage.

Okay, a lot of extra rage now.

"What the fuck, Wire!" he yelled, still in raspy bed voice and head pounding endlessly.

"Sorry, Boss," Wire said as he leaped behind, getting away from Kid's sloppy attack that would surely leave bruises should it managed to hit its target. "Killer asked me to do that."

"Killer asked you what?" Kid yelled even louder. "In case you don't remember, I'm the fucking boss here. Second, I'm not fucking dead. So who says that you have to listen to fucking Killer?"

"Says me," said Killer somewhere. Kid snarled and scanned the room in fury. But before he could spot the bastard, a clean black shirt flew his way. Kid managed to catch it, before a pair of pants followed, then his favorite goggles, then everything decent for him to wear while the blond's mouth blabber an elaborated version of "we will definitely be late thanks to you."

"Dude, it's fucking seven in the morning!"

"Seven thirty, and if you're not too busy sulking, you'll remember that we have an acoustic show at the breakfast club at eight, you moron," Killer snarled back, throwing Kid his shoes at point blank just because it's satisfying.

"Che," Kid dropped the shoes that he managed to catch, knowing that Killer is right but like hell he would admit it. He put on his pants and tied his shoes in anger. "Can't be that late if you still have time to lecture me about how slow I am."

"I'm being thoughtful here, Kid. I'm giving you time for breakfast. Unless you wanna play with empty stomach, then be my guest."

Kid rolled his eyes, again refusing to admit that Killer is right even though he knows that his stomach is currently begging for food now. He then went to the bathroom to wash his face, combed his red hair with his fingers, and put on eyeliner under his eyes. He stared at his face for a few moment, before deciding to put on dark burgundy lipstick he owns specifically to be used on heavy metal gigs. Why the fuck not, he thought as he put thick layer of lipstick. The breakfast club consists mostly of those spoiled northern brats. So if his ridiculous look would distract those little shits from Wire or especially Heat, Kid would do just that.

Wire was nowhere to be seen when Kid got out from the bathroom, but Killer was still there, crossing his hands in front of his chest beside Kid's half-made bed. As if he unconsciously made Kid's bed like a mother he is before realizing what he did. His blond bangs covered most of his eyes, but from how he frowned, Kid could tell that his best friend is scowling at him.

"What?"

"Kid, it's just an acoustic show."

"I heard you the first time," Kid replied casually as he gestured Killer to the door.

"Then why you bother putting on makeup like we're gonna go to goth festi..." Killer paused as he realized Kid's intention. "Oh."

"Yeah," Kid said. "Now shut up, will ya? My head still hurts thanks to your efficient method of waking me up."

Killer did just what he ordered to, as they continue to walk to the breakfast club. The place is still half empty. Only a few people around, and most of them are the good northerners, judging from their humble look. Near the small stage that was situated in the middle of the room, Kid could spot Heat and Wire. Not that they could be missed from this distance, with their gigantic build and punk appearance. They seem to be busy preparing the acoustic instruments while a pink haired girl sat non gracefully just two chairs away from the stage. She munched a croissant with pepperoni topping, then, before it's even chewed thoroughly, she grabbed another one from a large plate on her lap. Kid grinned to see her eating pace. God knows where Bonney get such meal at this time of the day, especially when there's no pepperoni topped croissant found anywhere in the room aside of the ones on her lap. He wanted to ask just to tease her, but decided against it and got three layers of bread and a cup of coffee instead. He ate his breakfast while watching Heat preparing the guitar. He would really love to help, but those boys will never let him do it.

They waited for Bonney to finish her small breakfast before they got on the stage. The Breakfast Club is still half empty, but more people has come ever since Kid finished his meal. Kid and Heat was ready, holding their acoustic guitar while Wire position Cajon in between his feet. Bonney drank a bottle of water before greeting their audience, and starting to sing her heart out.

Like Killer said, it was just a small acoustic session. They were supposed to cover some of the already famous songs from famous artist, before singing two acoustic version of their original songs. It fits perfectly with the rhythm of the lapping waves of the ocean out there, and it's kind of calming. Kid loved it, even more than he would like to admit. Unlike of what most people believe, Eustass Kid is not always composed by hot rage and violence.

But they don't need to know that, don't they?

As time passed and the sun crawls higher to the sky, The Breakfast Club are starting to become more crowded. Some eat their tasty breakfast, some just drink coffee and enjoy the ambience. But unlike the day before, no one laid their eyes long enough to Wire or Heat. Instead, they stared at him and chuckle, or smile in amusement. Kid smirked, feeling triumphant that his plan worked. He wouldn't spare anyone who dared to laugh, of course. They will taste his fist later. Fists, most likely. Preferably followed by kicks and one or two head butts if they dare to fight back. He swore to himself that he would send them to hospital this time.

Because he's done being the victim. He's gonna let those fuckers know and if it means that Kid would spend the rest of the sailing in jail, then so be it.

Kid scanned the place, trying to remember the faces who dared to throw mocking stare or laugh at him. He's almost done counting his future victims, when he feel a stare so intense it bore a hole in his skull. Kid turned his head, and he nearly chocked by air when he saw a pair of grey eyes.

It's that Trafalgar Asshole.

He looks even more ridiculously posh with white polo shirt, expensive looking mirror sunglasses that folded neatly on the collar, and a fur hat that would look ridiculous on anyone but him. As if that hat is designed precisely for his head. His lopsided smirk lighting up his olive skin in an instant. In addition to his smug look, two pairs of golden earring fucking shine while they're touched by the morning sun, a stark contrast to his dark features.

Kid could feel his eyes widen with rage, as he caught another smug smirk from the man. Fuck, he just wanted to throw his guitar and kicked the living shit out of that man, to make an example to anyone who dared to mock and laugh at him, or Killer, or Bonney, or Wire, or Heat. But before he could got up, he could feel Bonney kicked his foot while still singing. She's trying to nail the repeating high notes that was not really meant for her kind of voice. But Kid could put that glare into words when his eyes met Bonney's:

I know what you up to. Don't mess up now you idiot.

Kid clenched his jaws, throwing killer glare to Bonney in a manner she would understand.

Shut up you bitch.

Bonney kicked his foot harder while breaking the high notes with a loud "yeah", disguising her answer to Kid as part of her oh-so amazing showmanship. But Kid knew better, that the kick more or less means:

You shut up, or I'll make your life miserable and convince Killer do that too, which would not be too hard now if you throw tantrum that will get us in trouble.

Kid clenched his jaws. It's always amazing how this little bitch could say that much with just one kick. Imagine if she opens her mouth.

Despite everything, Kid knew that she's right. After all, Kid wouldn't want one loud bitch and one judgmental asshole rubbing every mistake on his face throughout the sailing. So he just threw his stare back to that smug Trafalgar Asshole's face, hoping that he could read face as good as Bonney. Kid would make sure that Trafalgar knew what's coming after him. It's always satisfying to let his prey know that he target them. Their useless attempt to defend themselves and the smell of fear they're emitting never fail to amuse Kid.

But he was no longer there.

Kid furrowed his nonexistent eyebrow, his eyes searching for that smug bastard. But he's nowhere to be seen. Kid couldn't believe how that asshole could leave so quickly. His wordless fight with Bonney couldn't be that long, right? They were just exchanging glare, for heaven's sake!

His mind was too occupied with the thought, he couldn't tell that their show was finally over. The last song resulted in some applause from those who actually listen, while Bonney humming a prideful thank you just like a rockstar she thought she is.

Kid put his guitar back to its case, ignoring Bonney as she hissed "what the fuck is going on with you" and the almost too hard slaps on his hand, back, and eventually, chest. Heat and Wire blinked in confusion, while Killer just shook his head.

"Nice going you two, fighting on stage like that," Killer commented blankly, making Heat look even more confused.

"Fighting? Who?" Heat finally verbalized his confusion. But no one bother to answer.

"She started it!" Kid defended himself.

"You look like you're going to murder someone there, of course I fucking started it!" Bonney responded, too loud now to make people who happen to pass by glanced in fear and obvious discomfort. Kid glared back at them, sending them away in quick steps. However, his gestures also invite the security guards to glance their way, waiting for the situation to turn sour so they could throw Kid or anyone to jail.

"When did who start what?" Heat again, still not getting where the conversation is going. Wire tugged Heat's shirt, shaking his head to shut him up. Although, he never really understand how Kid and Bonney can start a fight silently, but still deadly.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you, Kid. But really, just get a grip on yourself. This is a fucking cruise ship, for heaven's sake. Not a pirate ship. Stop acting like everyone is going to kill you and just enjoy the trip!"

Kid rolled his eyes, feeling his anger building up real quick inside his body. Oh, how he hated it when someone observe him and use the very result of that observation against him. Because he's more or less an open book. People could always read him and he hated to get the truth spitted out to his face.

"I never agreed to this!" he yelled, not really sure what to defend himself with, so he just blurt out the first thing that crossed his mind.

"Yes, you did agree to this!" she yelled back, in a more challenging tone that even Wire flinched, and Heat secretly pray for her safety. Kid never hit Bonney before, but she wouldn't be the first woman he hit should she keep her attitude. "You did when you fucking signed the contract. Just deal with it, asshole. Don't ruin everyone else's fun just because you can't find yours!"

"Yeah, of course you find it fun to be considered as a low class bitch everywhere you go in this little floating shit."

Bonney flinched, and by then Kid realized his words. Kid gritted his teeth, feeling taken aback. But upon seeing Bonney's eyes widen in anger, Kid bit his tongue before he decided to do a dumb thing like apologizing. As if realizing the tension, Heat held his shoulders, in a grip too tightly for his liking.

"Boss."

"Get off, Heat," Kid hissed. He could feel Heat flinched on his words. "Now."

"What, so you can throw more idle threats on me?" Bonney shouted. "Bring it on, Captain. Show me what else do you got in mind," she's practically challenging Kid right now, calling Kid with the epithet he gained in the garage, with both hands rested on her hips and eyes squinted. Kid gritted his teeth. He leaned forward to her, looming over her petite body as an attempt to shut her up. He wouldn't admit it even if he's dead, but of course Bonney was right. It was just an idle threat. Kid could never hurt Bonney no matter how he wanted to or how annoying she is.

"Just because I never hit you, it doesn't mean that I wouldn't," Kid stated, in a low, menacing voice. "So stop giving me that attitude!"

Bonney glared back at him, not flinching in the slightest even though she's at the receiving end of Kid's vicious stare and killing aura. "Oh please, try me."

Kid clenched his jaws so strong, he could feel them starting to ache. One side of him just want to hit her right here and now, proving that nobody should just go stand up before him and challenge him the way she did. He wanted to teach the world that he's not some powerless bastard that would bow down to such trivial things like morality or ethics. So what if Bonney is a girl? So what if she's a little girl who bit her lips in fear when Big Pop Newgate found her? She's challenging him now, and Kid would never back down. It doesn't matter if it comes from a girl or a lion, a challenge is a challenge.

"Wire," Killer suddenly breaks the silence. He stood between Bonney and Kid, offering himself as a human barrier between two hot headed dumbasses that happened to be his friends. "Take her to get some food."

"No, Billy. I want to know…"

"Annie!" Killer raised his voice, louder than he ever did. It managed to keep Bonney's mouth shut, Wire and Heat urge to do what he said, and even Kid got distracted from the building rage inside his chest. He blinked, getting back to his senses for a matter of seconds to see Killer's stiffening face started to emit scary aura. He was their mother den most of the time, but times like this reminds Kid on why he called the blond "Killer" instead of his true name the very first time.

Once sure he got all attention to him, Killer nods to the taller men. "Just get her out," his voice is way more neutral than before.

Without further ado, Wire took Bonney's hand and tugged her out of the room. Heat followed close behind them, with guitars on both of his hands. Bonney, as charming as she always is, glared at Kid over her shoulders, stating that she's not done and this will continue sometime in the future. Again with her wordless insults. Even so, Kid was just grateful that she decided to at least keep her mouth shut on her way out. He could hardly believe that this annoying girl in ridiculous shorts and white tight shirt was once an adorable little glutton with cotton candy hair and adorable misplaced red lipstick in the center of her lips. It's amazing what time could do to people.

The red head closed his eyes, sighing in a vain attempt to let go of his pent up anger. If anything, he felt overwhelmed by emotion. He pinched the bridge his crooked nose, wishing that he's home instead. He would know where to pick a fight if he wanted to, without being thrown to jail. Here, he didn't even know what to do with himself in his current state. Kid just wanted to scream, vomit to the sea. Anything at all just to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. It feels like never ending motion sickness and sea sick all together, crushing him in his own flesh.

In all the internal torture he felt, Kid could still feel Killer's intense stare. He tried to ignore it and pretend that the guy didn't exist, but it's proven hard to do, with Killer finally decided to talk.

"You know she was right, Kid," he said in a monotonous voice, hands crossed in front of his chest. Hell, Shanks was his adoptive father but he always thought that Killer took the role better than that happy-go-lucky drunkard. Especially since he hit puberty a few years earlier than Kid. "You've been acting difficult ever since you got on this ship."

Kid groaned. "Don't act like you don't know why, Killer."

"Doesn't mean it justifies any of your actions," he said, followed by a dangerous long sigh and shifting weight on his foot. "Kid…"

"Oh, no," Kid said. "No, no, no. Killer, don't."

"Listen, Kid…"

"No, just fucking don't!" Kid interrupted him mid-sentence, voice louder in a threatening manner. They glared at each other for a long 10 seconds, and Kid cut Killer's sentence before it even started. "I'm going, Killer. And if you dare follow me…"

"I will always follow you, Boss," Killer told him, sounded defeated.

"Well, don't. Not now. If you dare to follow me, I'll throw you to the sea so you could all be eaten by a bunch of Piranha. And for once, let me tell you, this is NOT an idle threat, Billy. I swear."

Kid stormed out of the room, ignoring Killer's attempt to correct him that Piranha is not the kind of fish one can see anywhere in salt water. He left his best friend over there, with only his Cajon and the remaining of the not so annoying northerners. While Kid sure that he wouldn't hurt Killer critically even in his greatest fit of rage, it didn't mean that he would keep his fists to himself. Kid is well aware of his self-control. He had endured so much that he didn't cause bigger scene than just a couple of bar fights, but he didn't want to test his limits now. Not with Killer, even though he's sure that the man could defend himself.

The red head walked in the left wing hall of the ship, tasting the oxygen full of salt and a faint of algae. His mind was still tangled in anger, and it paralyzed him from thinking clearly. He didn't know what to do, or where to go. He thought of locking himself in his room and releasing his anger to the poor furniture, breaking them one by one as if they're bones. But furniture don't bleed, and all of those ruckus will only left him grumpier. He needs something, anything that lives, breathes, and could whine in pain once he connected his fists to their flesh and bones. Preferably those fucktards who dare to mock him.

As soon as he reminded of those worthless northerners, Kid stopped his steps abruptly. His feral grin turned into malicious sneer as he turned his heels to the stairs that leads to the sun deck, the oh-so-posh-place where most of those scumbags hang, sunbathing, swimming, or just chit chatting casually with their companies. A perfect place to get his revenge. A perfect place to show them that he is not one to mess with.

Kid is willing to pay any cost for his revenge.

Fortunately, this part of the sun deck is not guarded so heavily. Kid could easily enter the place, with his wicked grin still remains. He let out a satisfied sigh as he spotted some of the faces he marked as target. "Good," he whispered to himself. His eyes dilated as his heart pumping faster due to excitement. Kid was clenching and unclenching his fists as he walked towards a black haired, freckled guy that was laying on his sun loungers, chit chatting―or rather, flirting with some kind of blue haired hot bitch that is also in his target list. Kid didn't remember what exactly their sin, but somewhere, sometime, he remembered that blue haired hot bitch sneered at Bonney. And that freckled guy definitely say something about Killer's mask on one of their show. "Two bugs in one hit," Kid hissed under his breath. "Can't be any more perfect."

Kid locked his stare at his target, moving as swiftly and as effectively as a predator. The freckled man continue to laugh, not aware of what will come in just a matter of seconds. Kid had now his fists perfectly clenched. He was just a few meters away…

"Oh, Mister Eustass!"

Kid gaped, didn't really expect to hear someone call his name up here. Not only that, the men / prey he was approaching suddenly turned their head too, as if they are also happened to have Eustass as their name. Fuck. Kid glared to the source of the voice, ready to slaughter anyone who dared interrupt his hunt.

And how lucky he is, because that person is none other than Trafalgar Asshole himself.