#03 Couple Nicknames & Drama in Paradise.

"Honey– I'm home!" I exclaimed loudly, kicking the squeaking door to the crew's quarters open and catching the blonde Massacre Soldier right in the middle of changing. A wide grin spread across my lips as I hurriedly placed my hands in front of my eyes, acting like an innocent shrine maiden upon seeing a man's body in its purest form for the very first time.

"Oh, baby, are you trying to seduce me like that? That's dirty play!" I exclaimed in a squeal as I could almost feel the way Killer rolled his eyes behind that striped mask of his.

"When did you come back?" he simply asked, ignoring my comments while throwing a clean looking towel at me as I bumped my hip against the door to close it. "Thanks." I nodded before dabbing the soft fabric on my face and neck to remove at least some of the foreign blood that I was drenched in.

"A couple of minutes ago, I guess?" I mumbled absent-minded into the now stained towel as I walked past the blonde, throwing open the chest at my bed end and rummaging it for some clean clothes.

"And.. how did it go?" Killer continued with his questions, the slight tint of curiosity in his voice shining through and causing my face to become animated with a smile again. "Just according to plan! You should have seen their faces as I pulled my weapons out on them – Those chumps didn't even know what hit them!" I began, feeling a little proud of myself. "And the treasure..?" I continued, this time in a quieter tone, "Let's just say, one look upon it even made Kid be nice to me – well, as "nice" as someone like him could be."

"So?" I began again as I threw myself on top of my bed, as Killer cocked his head to the side. "So? What?" he asked. "Were you worried?" I continued, breaking out in a laugh as I heard him sigh. "Go take a shower already. You are spilling blood everywhere." that was his only reply as he climbed to the top of his bunk bed, earning a shake of the head from me. He would never admit it, huh?, I asked myself.

"Alright, alright." I mumbled amused as suddenly a quiet Tch reached my ears. With one look around I noticed the cook, Razor, laying on his top bunk with his arms crossed behind his head and a resentful, fed-up expression on his face. He averted his eyes once he realized I had heard him, probably hoping I would just let it go, but he was gravely mistaken.

"You got something to say to me, bastard?" I asked in a daunting tone but he remained quiet. I transformed my leg into crystal and kicked against his bed. "I just asked you something, you got selective hearing, or what?!"

He sat up. "How can someone like you even be considered a pirate – or an underground assassin – or whichever title you like to adorn yourself with? All I see when I look at you is a dumb bitch playing dress-up." Razor began sneeringly, as I could feel the fuse to the bomb that would be my anger being lit.

"You got fool's luck, though, I give you that. After all, you do manage to get what the Captain sends you out to get. Though that probably doesn't have shit to do with luck but rather you just dropping on your knees for–"

"Do you need a reminder of who I am?" I asked in a voice that was the calm before the storm, my mind had entered a trance-like state, ready to attack him mercilessly at the next provocation and the second the corner of his lip twitched, two crystals ready to pierce his major coronary arteries and cut the blood supply from his heart shot out of my arms. The only reason why they stopped before bringing him to the bloody and honor-less death that he deserved was Killer's voice.

"That's enough. Kibishii, let it go!" he ordered in a tone so strict I immediately let the spikes I had created disappear. "And, Razor. If you have a problem with Kid's decision to let Kibishii join, you should probably go talk to the Captain himself about it." the blonde continued, wiping the smug expression off the cook's face.

"Both of you need to stop. It's already enough that we have Kid crucifying whoever crosses his path just because he feels like it." Killer added causing both of us to lower our heads.

"Fine." I replied to Killer's short tirade – that little four letter word tasting like bile on my tongue.

"But next time you try me, I am going to tell Kid that he will need to get a new cook. And I am willing to take whatever consequences from him that may come with it." I growled at Razor who only dared to give me a silent glare in response.