Chapter 1

Penguin x Killer.

Part 1

Penguin's POV:

Everyone knew him for his luscious blonde hair that hung down to his hips, and if they didn't know him for that, it was his fame as a football star on the Grand Line Football Team.
Needless to say, Killer was one of the most popular and wanted men at Grand Line High School.

And here I am, sitting alone like a loser.

He's never even glanced at me.

I had moved to Grand Line City at the beginning of my freshman year, and I instantly fell for him. His hair was a very vibrant blonde that when the sunlight hit it just right, it looked like tresses of gold. The bangs that covered his eyes and nose, like a sheep dog, leaving only that gorgeous set of lips to be seen. His muscular body that had every girl at school swooning, and even his left arm that had a burn scar running up from his wrist to the top of his shoulder. Everything about him I loved, and we have never even talked.

He probably doesn't even know who I am. Unless you were on a sports team, then not many people knew or gave a damn about you in a big school like this.

I'm mostly a loner. I only ever hang out with my three best friends, Trafalgar Law, Shachi and Bepo. They are also the only ones who know about my feelings for Killer. They are the only people in the world I trust with my life, and a secret like this. We all are basically family.

At this High school, you don't exactly go around saying who you have feelings for, especially when that person is the star on the football team. I get enough shit from upperclassmen already, and I don't need to give them more ammunition. Last year, they found out I was gay and a handful of guys still shove me around for it.

It's not that I'm scared of them. I can hold my own in a fight mostly, but it's best to stay off the principal AND superintendent's shit list. Crocodile was scary enough as a Principal, but Whitebeard was the one you didn't want to pay a visit too.

Grand Line High School was a pretty big high school, standing 3-stories high and located in the middle of Grand Line City, with me living on the North side. Yet, even with a big enough school with 4,000 and some kids, I just HAD to fall in love with the star football player.

I guess I always want what I can't have.

It also apparently seems that other girls must feel the same way because for 10 minutes straight I have been sitting in the cafeteria and watching the two sluttiest girls in school crawl all over him. Granted, we aren't even dating, and he probably has no idea who I am but it always seems to break something inside me when I see him flirting back.

Then again, I'm not suprised with him being the most popular guy on the football team, besides their captain, but just because he has every girl fawning over him because of his looks and popularity does not mean I have to fucking like it. It's taking all of my self control to not kill the two sluts that are now clinging themselves to Killer.

Although, I can't blame them. Killer was beyond handsome, God-like in every sense of the word. He had the body of a god, with perfectly toned muscles and perfectly sun-kissed skin that was a sharp contrast to my own, which was a boring pale compared to his. Even his hair was jaw-dropping. The way his hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall made me want to run my fingers through it. I had always imagined what his hair would feel like, how soft and smooth it would be. He must have really cared for it with the amount of attention he gave it, for it to look so luscious.

"You're staring again," Commented Law, breaking me out of my train of thoughts. I jumped and could feel my face turning ten shades redder. He was sitting next to me, eating an apple with a smirk plastered on his face, along with Shachi, and Bepo, with Bepo sitting next to Law, his head resting on his arms on the table, taking a nap. Shachi was sitting next to him, who was also smirking.

"I was not! I was just thinking of something!" I said defensively, even though my expression and face color gave me away. Shachi snorted.

"Thinking of Killer, maybe." I glared at him as he raised his hands in defense.

"I don't understand why you just don't ask him out." Said Shachi as he took a bite of his fish sandwich.

"Shachi, I can give you a list, an alphabetized list on why asking him out is a bad fucking idea," I said, sighing as I poked at my food, suddenly losing my appetite. I mean I want more then anything to be able to go out with him, but he's out of my league, on so many levels. He's popular and everyone knows his name, and I'm just that loner kid. Also, I don't even know if Killer likes other guys, and let's not forget the fact that those upper class assholes know I'm gay. If I asked out Killer and got rejected, I'd honestly never be able to live it down. Not to mention that honestly I am not the best looking. I mean, compared to him, I just look unworthy.

I readjusted the hat on my head more, a wave of insecurity washing over me. I never really did care for my appearance from my abnormally pale skin to my skinnier frame. I never really saw myself as attractive at all, just really weird looking. My face was what I hated the most. I was ugly and it was something I had come to terms with when I was younger, from my hair color all the way down to my eyes. I hated my eyes more then anything else about me and that's why I always wore a hat.

The hat I was wearing now was a gift from Law, Shachi and Bepo a few years back. It was a blue cap that covered my entire head and ears with a yellow bill that casts a shadow over my eyes all the time. It also had a little red pom pom on the top with the words "Penguin" over the bill. It was honestly a pretty awesome hat and I was touched when they had bought it for me and I've been wearing it ever since.

I was pulled from my depressing thoughts as Law started to talk.

"Shachi is right, you've felt strongly about him for a while, what do you have to lose by asking him out?" Commented Law, still leaning back in his chair. Besides Shachi and Bepo, Trafalgar Law was my best friend ever since I moved here. We had been paired up together in a project when I first came here and from there, we became friends, which in turn led me to meet his friends. They all soon became my best friends and the people I trusted with my life. Law was like family to me and he always seemed to know when something was bothering me. He was like that protective older brother I never wanted.

"My dignity." I said grimly, as I finally pushed my tray away, giving up on the hopes of eating. "I mean seriously guys. Take a look at him and then take a look at me. Why would he ever go out with someone like me? I'd rather keep the last drop of my dignity, thank you very much."

"Don't be so over dramatic Pen. I don't see how hard this could be." Said Shachi. I rolled my eyes at him before crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

"Yes, because I'm just supposed to waltz right up to the star football player, one of the most popular kids in this school, who has no idea who I am, confess my love for him that has been going on for ages and just ask him out. It's a foolproof plan really. NOTHING could go wrong." I said, sarcasm dripping from each word. Shachi looked at me for a moment before nodding his head.

"Yeah, exactly! Do that!" He mumbled through his food. My eyebrow twitched.

"Sooner or later." Interrupted Law before I could come up with a remark to throw at Shachi, who was being completely and totally oblivious. Shachi was like a younger brother to me, even if he was oblivious half of the time, he was family to me. Shachi always did have the charm to either annoy me or make me smile. He was a pretty cheerful person thought and I always envied how happy he always was.

"You're going to have to tell him, you can't hide your feelings for him forever. It will kill you more then the potential heartbreak will," Finished Law, who at this point had finished his food. I sighed before tilting my head down a bit, my cap hiding my eyes as I looked at the table sadly.

"I know, but I'd rather never tell him then hear him reject me." I said sadly as my eyes wandered back to the football table where Killer was sitting. The girls were getting ready to leave, but not before they gave him a kiss on the cheek and their phone numbers. Killer gave them a small smirk as they walked off. Some of his teammates started to congratulate him and others made snide remarks, which he responded with flipping them off as he chuckled. Even for a small smile, it sent my heart racing.

God, his smile.

His smile was always my favorite thing about him. Since you never saw his eyes, you could only see his lips and when he did smile, it was absolutely stunning. Even for the little bit that I could see, his whole face would light up, especially when he was laughing. I loved to see him smile, and to me it was his best feature. It was the first thing that made me start falling for him. I remember when I first saw him, he was smiling that blinding smile that made me think I was truly looking at a god. An absolutely charming smile that stole my heart the second I saw it.

I looked at him for a few splitting seconds before finally standing up as the bell rang, taking my full tray to the trash bin and dumping it out. I waited as Law woke up Bepo, who had fallen asleep in the table. Bepo was probably the quietest out of all of us, but he was a sweetheart. He often had a bad habit of apologizing for stuff he had no control over and stuff he never did. He was a very tall, chubby Albino with snow white hair. His appearance often reminded me of a polar bear. He also had a tendency to get depressed easily after being insulted. I still remember the time a kid thought it was a good idea to mess with him, It took all 3 of us to pull Law off the guy.

I followed next to Law as we both walked to our lockers, dodging out of the way of the kids that walked past. If it was one thing I hated about Grand Line, it would have to be the amount of people that were in the hallways after lunch.

"Besides I'm not the only one fawning over some guy, now am I?" I asked, a sly smile planted on my lips, looking at Law as we walked down the hallway. Law gave me a sideways glance but I could catch the faintest blush on his cheeks as I snickered. He glared at me as his eyebrow twitched. A smirk was still plastered on my face as I opened my locker.

"Don't you have class to go to?" He asked indignantly as I closed my locker after grabbing my chemistry book. I smirked before nodding and giving him a goodbye, climbing the stairs to the second floor where my chemistry class was. It just so happened that this chemistry class had Killer in it as well. I had him in 5 out of 7 of my classes at school, that being English, World History, Math, Biology and Chemistry.

How I ever managed to pay attention and get good grades in those classes is beyond me. I mean I do pay attention in class, and I have decent grades, but sometimes it's hard to focus when you have a blond god in your line of vision.

I quickly took my seat at the back of the class, where I always sit. It was just a few tables behind where Killer sat. I sat there silently as everyone else piled in. I never said much to anyone and I prefered it that way. I didn't bother anyone and no one bothered me, well, mostly. It was still a good system that I didn't exactly want to change. I was content enough to be left alone.

I watched as Killer walked into the room and sat down at his same spot next to his brother Eustass Kidd. I sighed and stared at his back, contemplating. Something had been bothering me for a few weeks and honestly, it was getting worse.

I was hopeless. I was undeniably in love with Killer and I can't even get up the nerve to talk to him. It's been 3 long years of silently crushing over him and I honestly don't know how much more I can take… Was it time to just move on and forget about Killer, because never in a million years will he ever go out with me. I just kept coming back to the crushing realization that I was too damn chicken to talk to him. I was terrified to talk to him because I didn't want him to reject me, which is what would mostly likely happen.

I had always wanted to go up and talk to him, but whenever I did built up the courage, I backed out or I lost the courage when I always saw him surrounded by girls, no men. It was always a reminder that I wasn't good enough. I had been told all my life I wasn't, even by my father. So whenever I did finally get the nerve, I'd lose it, remembering that I wasn't even close to being good enough for him.

I needed to move on, because it was painfully obvious that I'd never have him. It was something I had been thinking about for weeks and it just keep bugging me after the last time I lost the nerve to ask him out. Yet, something wouldn't let me move on. Hope, maybe? Hope that we would finally be able to talk and I could finally work up the courage and tell him how I feel, but it would never happen and I need to realize that. I desperately need to accept it.

I was ripped from my internal struggle as the bell rang and the teacher walked into the classroom. was Grand Line's Chemistry teacher, and frankly, he was a bit… strange. had long, dark purple hair, with pale skin, yellow eyes with a bit of purple and black eye makeup, along with purple lipstick. Although he looked pretty bizarre, and acted bizarre, he was an amazing Chemistry teacher.

You know, despite the fact that some of his experiments have put a few kids in the nurse's office and hospital from time to time.

As took attendance, my eyes wandered back to Killer, who had his head resting in his hand. His hair was cascading over his shoulders as he slouched forward on his uninjured arm. I had always noticed that he would never lean on his injured arm, and the only time he ever did was when he would put his head down. His scar was horrific, but it did look fully healed and faded a bit, which always made me wonder when he got it.

I had heard rumours about how he had got it, mostly from passing conversations or one's that I could hear during class. Some rumours said that he was in a house fire when he was younger, or that it was a freak accident that happened during a school experiment. Still, those were rumours and I didn't really believe any of them. Besides it was no one's business but Killer's. I mean, I have always been curious about how he got it, but I wouldn't ask him point blank. I had seen a few dumb kids do that while Killer's brother Eustass was around and they didn't exactly look pretty after Kidd was done with them.

I looked back to the front as stood in the front of his desk, his arms crossed with that sadistic smile on his face and I knew I wasn't going to like whatever he was about to say.

"I'm sure you'll all be as excited as I am for what I have planned today." No, No I don't think I am. I said to myself as I watched Caesar walk around his desk again and take a marker in his hands.

"Today, we will be doing another chemical experiment. In this project, you will be in groups of 4 that I have assigned. Don't worry it's completely safe." He paused for a moment before he added "Sort of," to his introduction. His smirk only widened as he finished writing the experiment on the board.

"Now, Let's get started so we don't waste so much time, shall we? The first group is Magnus, Jason, Chase and Penguin, the second group-" My eyebrow twitched. You have got to be kidding me. He just HAD to assign me to be partners with the same 3 upperclassman that have been making my life a living hell since I started going here. The same ones who, after they found out I was gay, jumped me after school and gave me a bloody nose. Then again, I don't think my smartass mouth helped me at all either, I had to stop Law from going on a killing spree just to find the guys who attacked me, but that's besides the point.

After had announced all the groups, he sent us off to go grab our safety glasses and materials. I groaned while pinching the bridge of my nose.

I have 36 minutes left of class. If I can just last that long, without starting some kinda fight because Magnus wants to be an asshole, then I won't have to deal with them besides the occasional pushing in the hallway. I could do this.

I sighed heavily as I finally got up, grabbing a pair of safety glasses and all the materials we needed before heading to our assigned station. Magnus and his gang were already there, doing nothing like usual and just glaring at me.

"Great, we had to be paired with the faggot today. Swear I'm going to vomit." Commented Magnus as he looked indignantly at me. I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue as I started to work on the project, since I knew they weren't going to help anyways. As long as they just left me alone, then I can get this done less painfully.

I guess I must really want what I can't have.

We were 10 minutes into the experiment when Magnus decided it would be the perfect time to throw insults at me. Usually it never got to me, but today for some reason it was pissing me off beyond belief.

"Fucking faggot, bet you fantasize about fucking every guy at school, or do you imagine being the one getting fucked?" Said Jason, as he looked at me with disgust. Sorry only by one person and it's certainly not you.

"I mean, I hope you know you're going to hell right, it's Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, faggot." Adam and Eve weren't exactly the perfect role models you know. Chase shoved Jason's shoulder and sneered at him, obviously feeling like a genius at his comment. Dumbasses.

"You're absolutely disgusting you know that?" As you've told me a million times Magnus.

I tried my best to block out Magnus and his friends as I worked on the project. My mind was still thinking about Killer, and I desperately tried to tell myself to move on. Yet, my eyes would would always wander back over to him on the other side of the room. He had his safety glasses on under his bangs and I always found it amusing and quite fascinating how his bangs always stayed in place no matter what. Then again the same could be said for my hat, no matter what angle you looked at, there was always a shadow over my eyes.

I closed my eyes tight as I looked away and focused on my project. I needed to get this done, and I needed to move on and stop acting like such a love sick puppy. Although, my mood didn't get any better what with Magnus and his friends pestering me.

It continued for another few minutes before I finally looked at Magnus, clear annoyance on my face. I was gritting my teeth as I spoke to him, willing everything inside me not to punch his lights out.

"Can't you just shut the hell up already? I'm the only one working on this experiment, and your dumb asses are also going to get the same grade as this faggot, as you so put it. You guys talk about faggots so much, you look like bigger faggots than I do! So, either quit fucking playing with each other and help or just fucking leave." I snapped, my piercing glare pinned right at Magnus and his group. My patience has a limit and they had officially reached it.

Suddenly, I noticed it was deathly quiet and that I had pretty much said all of that louder than I intended too. Thankfully, had left the room to go take another student to the Nurse's office.

"You wanna repeat that, shrimp?" Magnus growled as he stalked over to me. Magnus stopped about a foot away from me, both of us giving the other a stare down. Magnus was about maybe a few inches taller then me as he stood over me threateningly, but I didn't back down. The thing about Magnus was that he's powerful, but slow. I may not be as strong as him but I was a lot faster then he was. By this time, the whole entire chemistry lab was silent except for us.

"Oh, great. what are you, deaf too?" AND there goes my smart mouth that always seems to give me a black eye. Magnus's face twisted into a snarl before his fist reared back and came flying at me. I quickly dodged it before taking my own fist, and as hard as I could, punched him square on his cheekbone.

Gasps were heard around the room as Magnus reared back, holding his cheek before pulling his hand back. There was a bit of blood on his hand for a small cut on his cheekbone, the area around it was red and it looked like it was going to bruise. He slowly looked at me, a deathly glare aimed right at me as he stood up straight.

"Big mistake. Get him." He growled. Suddenly, Jason and Chase were on either side of me, grabbing my arms and holding me in place. I didn't have much time to think before something hit me on the side of my face, hard. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the black spots that littered my vision.

I looked up at Magnus, who was smirking before he drew his fist back, hitting me again, I was so preoccupied with the beating I was getting from Magnus, I never ever noticed that my hat had fallen off. I tried to struggle and escape but there was no way I was getting out of this without at least a light beating. Even then, I think I would be lucky just to be getting off the hook with just that.

"Come on, faggot. Can't fight back now?" He sneered as he punched me again. "Remember what I said would happen the next time you talked back to me?" He said, punching me a few more times, one punch caught my nose as blood came pouring out.

He stopped punching me for a moment as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at him, expecting an answer. I glared at him as I spit out some blood that was in my mouth before answering.

"Little foggy on it, but I believe you said you were going to make it where I couldn't talk anymore." I replied before I spit the rest of the blood out of my mouth onto his shoe. My eyes traveled back up to him, a cocky smirk plastered on my face. His jaw tightened as he reached into his pockets and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. He pulled my hair harder making me wince and put my head back a bit more as he raised his fist, aimed perfectly at my face.

"Bring it on, motherfucker." I said, the smirk still plastered on my face. I'll be damned if I let this guy think he got to me. His face turned into a snarl before he brought his fist down and everything seemed to move in slow motion, I closed my eyes instinctively, waiting for the first explosion of pain…...but it never came.

I quickly opened my eyes, which only got bigger as I stared at the scene in front of me. Magnus's fist was caught before it could even reach me, but that's not what surprised me. It's who had caught his fist that made me feel like I was seeing things.

That….that can't be him...There's just no way.

Author's note:

Hey guys! I know you all like the 1st part of Chapter 1, but after reading it over I decided to redo the entire Penguin x Killer story before moving on! I really do appreciate all you guys commenting telling me how much you liked the original version but I feel pretty confident about this one and I hope you guys like it too!

Also please go look at the outline at the start of this story! I changed some stuff up and I put all the side pairing that will be in here in that outline so please go look at it! I also changed around the order I'm doing the Short stories and it may change a few more times so just make sure to check it to see if anything changes!

Remember to Comment telling me what you think! I still get so happy when you guys do! Thank you again to all the people who love my story and faithfully follow it! I love you guys!

~AtomicLaziness.