Title: Nasty Naughty Boy
Chapter 10: Day 4: Confession Maybe
Rating: T
Summary: Confrontation time between Kidd and Killer finally arrives, but where does it lead to? And Luffy just have to say darnest thing.
Warning: OOC-ness (including Luffy in this chapter), grammar, language, and smex.
Song: My Confession by Richard Marx
A/N: Before all of you readers complain about the late arrival of this chapter, I'm telling beforehand that this semester is totally suck! Everyone loads us with projects, presentations and shit and I think I don't even have time for toilet! Kiddin… Anyway, my biggest apology to ya'll!
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The next day, Killer paced the crow nest. And paced, mimicking a circular motion. Hell, he has been pacing the whole night! It was like he couldn't bear to be inside his own skin. There was tightness in his shoulders, a fire burning in his muscles despite the chilly morning breeze that was howling softly outside. Dawn had passed not long ago, surprising the blond how fast the time flew. Damn, he needed something sweaty and physical to drive the annoying little voice out of his head, so he quickly picked up Zoro's weights and started lifting it up. It had been a while since he had done this- he might not be a muscles freak like the swordsman, but he still needs to train his physical. His muscles warmed and loosened under the combination of the morning sun and the activity, falling into an easy rhythm. Up, down. One, two, three, four… Killer paused to strip off his shirt, and someone pressed a bottle of cold water into his hand.
"Thanks." He grunted, turning to face Zoro. The only problem was it wasn't Zoro. Kidd leaned against the mast, looking at him with unreadable expression.
"Mornin'." Kidd said. Killer placed the weight back on the floor and sit on the farthest side of the bench. His eyes watched the seagull that flew passed the crow's nest as he gulped down the icy liquid.
"Morning yourself." Killer said, setting off the bottle to the side. It was so unsettling, to talk to someone whose eyes focused so completely on his own without any familiar expression shifting across his face or down his body.
"You were here all night?"
"Yeah." The blond said briefly as he took another gulp, eyes moving back to look outside of the window, almost dismissing his captain.
Kidd stared his first mate.
His crimson eyes pinned him in place.
… What else?
"We need to talk."
Confrontation time and Killer was anything but prepared. Week ago it was Kidd who constantly avoided him, but now the table had turned and he didn't dare to guess why. He didn't want to have to face Kidd about how he felt when the answer had long achieved. It was humiliating enough before…
"Maybe later." The Massacre Man husked.
Abruptly standing up, Killer made a move for the hatch, but Kidd blocked his path. Oh how he hated being cornered. For a pirate like himself, being threatened, slashed or even despised were simpler to deal with as the other party was never keen or being around the source of their disgust for long. But the one who insisted confrontation made it unbearable. Now he knew why a supernova like Kidd became restless and edgy, choosing to ditch them when he was the subject of confrontation. The redhead hasn't said a word, only staring as if reaching into him.
The air around them vibrated with Kidd's annoyed growl. "Well, tough luck. You are going to listen to my bitching whether you like it or not."
Apprehension was all over the blonde's face like he was waiting for Kidd to attack or blow up. It sort of frustrated the captain, though he was already frustrated to begin with.
"Look, uh, uh."
Was it his name he's struggling with? But Kidd decided to skip it. "It's about what had happened, em… in the ship and—"
"Sorry." Killer finally spoke the simple yet the hardest word he could come up with.
Kidd blinked in surprised, but chose to hold his tongue and wait him up.
"I shouldn't have done what I did that night. I don't know why I did that. It's just… Hell, I just don't know."
"Yeah, you fucking shouldn't." The South Blue captain snapped, before letting out uncharacteristic coughs. "Maybe it's what a guy does with a person he likes."
Now why the hell would he do and say that? The atmosphere had turned into disgustingly sappy because of his big mouth.
His mismatched eyes widened as he bit the inside of his cheeks. Kidd didn't blame him, the words just poured out on its own.
"Killer." His name left the redhead's lips that made his stomach clench. "You told me on the first day we arrived in this ship that I need to decide. So… I did."
Finally, Killer looked into his eyes and shrugged. "That's fine. You don't have to tell me that. I already know."
Looking back, Kidd gave 'no you don't' expression.
"Yes I do. What is it with you people? I'm NOT that dense!" The blond said sharply as agitated defensiveness rose. "And I'm not blind either to see, or…or too stupid to guess what's been going on with you and The Death Surgeon." He wailed his hands a little to emphasize it, then went to ruffle his messy golden locks.
"Ignorance will always be pirate's best point, but even I know when to stop." His voice lowered into almost whisper, and let out a long sigh afterwards. "I kept on telling you for years, no matter how stupid and moronic your decision is, I'll still respect it even if I have to gauge my eyes out."
"And that's because…" Kidd drawled, not really trusting what he wanted to say next.
"Because I'm your first mate, dumbass."
Kidd wanted to smirk at Killer's exasperate face, but relief overshadowed his emotion. As both parties went silent, Kidd shifted awkwardly and cursed himself for starting something that was quite difficult to finish. Should he say something? But what? The edgy atmosphere didn't get any better because Killer also chose that particular time to mute himself and stared outside, deep in his thought. Again.
"Hey, Kidd." Upon hearing his name, said male looked up.
"Do you remember that time when I said I'll assist you in finding One Piece?" Killer mused, still not facing him.
Memorizing old stuffs wasn't what Kidd really good at, but he tried anyway. "Hm… Oh, you mean that time when you killed all the pirates in the bar after they laughed at us? I think you got your nickname after that incident."
"You are making it sounded like I'm responsible for it when you were the one who did most of the killing. And I didn't get that silly nickname from that time. Anyway, yeah, I was referring that time."
The captain waited for further elaboration from the first mate.
"What I'm trying to say is... tsk, I don't expect you to forget about what had happened and… and things to stay the same." For someone like Killer, it did surprise the redhead to see the other struggling for words. "But… will you still at least let me help you to find One Piece?"
The redhead stared at him solemnly which made Killer stomach has churned, feeling like he had royally fucked up his life just by watching Kidd's expression. But when he saw the corner of Kidd's lips threatened to curl upward, his heart almost drop to the gutter.
Nobody had any idea the fun of making an uptight bastard like Killer to look like a kicked puppy, Kidd snickered to himself. Then he replaced his faked solemn look with a smirk, enjoying the face the blond was making.
"What? You expect me to kick you out and let you enjoy your retirement days peacefully? Pfft, like that would happen. If I'm going to spend my life as a miserable pirate, then I'll make sure your life is more miserable than mine."
"Damn," Killer blinked his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "Why do I feel like we are reciting a drama dialogs here and the theme song is the Bink's Sake?"
There was a stunned silence and then Killer heard the sound he'd been afraid he would never hear again. Kidd was laughing. "Good job in spoiling the mood, bastard."
Killer grinned at him and for a moment it was like old times. But the smile died on his face and he cleared his throat. "So, is that a yes?" He sounded so hopeful.
"Woah… You really are dense. Of course, you moron. Want me to write an invitation card for you?"
"Shut up." Killer scowled.
There had been times when Killer would imagine how much this moment might feel hurt, but it didn't. In another way, it actually felt good. It carried away all the pain he felt like a lazy river, the emotion just flooded out of his body, leaving him completely relief.
"Still, that's nice to know." The blond shrugged. "Cause I can't imagine myself doing any civil works except being a pirate."
"Damn right. You are too intimidating for that shit—" Kidd said between smirks, but immediately closed his mouth with a snap when he noticed Killer was accessing him from top to bottom. From his fiery hair, his goggles, his bloodshed eyes, his gothic makeup, his spiky coat and finally to his heavy boots. The captain knew what Killer was thinking and laughed, in which the blond soon followed after.
After the laughter had finally died down, Killer took a deep breath. "Look who's talking."
Kidd only made a cackling noise. Indeed, Kidd had just realized. Without the silly mask and the scythes, his blonde friend looked just like a normal, harmless everyday people, not a supernova that earned himself a nickname 'The Massacre Man'. Him on the other hand, his expression alone was enough to scare the daylight out of other people, though he found it amusing sometimes.
… "But I still hate him though." Killer suddenly broke the silence. Even with no name, Kidd knew he was referring to a certain human doctor. "I'm beginning to think he was originally born with talent of flipping people off."
"I'm not surprise if that's the case."
The small room was silent again as both of them seemed to be loss for words.
"Wow, you guys sure can stay quiet for long. I can never do that."
The familiar child-like voice startled both grown man and they turned their head if it came from who they thought it came from. What they saw was a jet black haired teen watching them from the floor with his trademark beady eyes, only his head popped out from the trap door while the rest of his body still hanging on the rope ladder. Questions simultaneously began to race through their brain.
'What the fuck is Mugiwara doing here? How long has he been there? Why hadn't they noticed? How much has he heard? Why is he making that face? Shit, please tell them he didn't just hear the dramatic dialogs…
But instead of asking any of the previous questions, Kidd chose to ask, "How did you get in here?"
The question itself earned a disbelief look from the blond and confused face from Luffy as if he's just asked the size of his dick.
Despite the confusion, Luffy still answer the question truthfully. "I climbed all the way up of course. Because I'm a rubber man!"
'No, no, no. A normal human would use the ladder, not rocketed themselves from the ground.' They muttered silently.
Back to Luffy, they waited for the younger to further elaborate only to find the said person was eyeing them intently, but his gaze was actually narrowed to Kidd's direction. The usual bright eyes looked darkened, his expression a tide-pool of fury and protectiveness.
'Why is he looking at him like that? He hasn't touched any of his crew member, has he... except for the navigator of course.' Kidd inner voice questioned.
Eternity passed in the ten seconds before a large grin suddenly split his face into half.
"Sanji said breakfast will be ready in five minutes." Luffy informed with his usual attitude.
The hair at the back of Kidd's neck was still standing up. "We'll be there, Mugi—"
Apparently, Luffy wouldn't tolerance any delay. "Let's go!"
Neither man was prepared to what would come after, especially Killer as Luffy extended his rubber arm and grabbed the blond by the front of his shirt. In fact, he didn't even get the chance to curse when he was pulled closer to the trap door and, forcefully exiting through the opening. Not later than that, Kidd heard a loud noise like something heavy been dropped to the wooden floor below before a familiar annoyed shout echoed the ship.
"What exactly were you thinking, Mugiwara? Don't treat normal people like they have nine lives! I'm not made of rubber like you! Tch, my head…"
'No, no, no, Killer. Normal people would at least have broken ribs by falling from that height.'
As expected, the blonde's rant was overshadowed by the straw hat wearing captain's howling laughter.
Again, there was it. The dark obsidian glare the teen gave him that made Kidd horribly self conscious. While Killer still muttering a string of curses next to him and oblivious, Luffy was scowling at him right now for God-only-knew why. What a brat. The redhead hadn't done anything wrong for the day, and yet Luffy was determined to give him a sour face. The icy cold looks then ended when Luffy continued to drag the blonde with him and out of the redhead's sight.
'What. The. Hell~?'
XxXxXx Skip Time to after Lunch xXxXxX
"Neeehh~ Sanji… Listen to me!" The captain whined, head resting on his arms that were draped over the table he sat at. The said person gave an annoyed look, before going back to arrange the plates while blowing a thick puff of smokes.
"Go away, Luffy. I'm not giving you any snacks before evening." Sanji muttered, not bothering to look over at the teen as he continued to place the now sparkling plates into the cabinet.
"I never said I wanted foods!" Pouting, Luffy smacked the table with his palms in irritation.
That immediately pulled a shocked expression from the blond cook. Never in his life would imagine that for once, Luffy is denying the word 'food'.
This is miracle! This is extraordinary! This is a divine bliss from God! This is—Damn this is exaggerating…
Finally, Sanji whipped around and pointed the stainless steel omelet turner at him, his eyes speaking suspicious. Not sure about anyone else, but Sanji noticed it. He noticed how Luffy's behavior changed slightly, or maybe abruptly after the arrival of three Supernovas. Sure the captain still a moron as ever, big appetite and a moron (did he said it twice?). Seemed to Sanji, Luffy most likely started to pay a little bit extra attention to the wild hair blond, once a while the teen would give a quick glance at the older male with unreadable eyes. But after yesterday, the blank eyes somewhat injected with concern and he even scowled while eating, although Sanji doubted anyone noticed the peculiar expression.
"Then, what is it?"
"Let's have a party tonight! And I want a lot of meat!" So Luffy announced it happily, too happy his straw hat almost fall from his head.
For most of the crew, its normal request if it comes from Luffy, but Sanji could sense a hidden motive behind it. "I don't really mind about party and the cooking part, but tell me, Luffy. What's this party for again?" Asked the curious blonde.
"It's a celebration for our new nakama of course." Replied the captain.
No need for further elaboration because Sanji already knew whose the 'nakama' Luffy was referring to. Really, if he treats everyone he ever met through his journey as his nakama, Thousand Sunny will be flooded with people plus with animals right now, but Sanji knew better to reason with the stubborn teen.
"Really? Just a celebration for those three monsters?"
"Uh-huh." Luffy nodded. The barely visible fidgets were there, but Sanji still sensed it.
The blond eyed him intently. "Nothing else?"
"Nope." He replied again, with a serious look.
There will be no point digging into the matter even further, Sanji mused. For now, he would just pretend that he was just following one of his captain's selfish whims and observed him more. Maybe his Robin-chan has some idea for whatever bizarre phenomenon happening in the moment.
"Alright, alright. I get it. So just get the hell away from my kitchen so I can make the preparation." Rolling his green sleeves further up, Sanji went to the giant fridge to choose the ingredients for tonight's party.
"Yaayyy! Sanji is the best!" Stated the cheery captain, leaving the cook with his specialties.
XxXxXx At Night xXxXxX
"Now for the special show of the night! Franky Super Dance!" The shipwright gladly announced before teaming up with Chopper, presenting some unknown dancing moves for the cheering Mugiwara crew. If he ever dares to dance like that in the public, no doubt he would be arrested for sexual harassment, yet the crew was clapping and shouting like he was a stripper wearing cat ears.
Still sexual harassment. Bet everyone would shudder at the mere thought.
Killer watched with great disdain near the rail. The party had been going on for three hours already and it didn't look like it would be ending anytime soon. Everyone was certainly flabbergasted when Luffy suddenly came out from the kitchen, announcing they will be having party tonight. Although the blond didn't exactly hear the reason, he just knew the teen was simply unreasonable. (woaa, that really rhymes.)
And the way the captain announced it, it was like he had just become a father of a twin sons.
… So Killer did make up that part, but the black haired youth did look cheerful enough for rainbows to appear out of nowhere.
Within the small crowd, Law and Kidd weren't even slightly disturbed with the nerve breaking performance and loud noises since they are too indulged with their own conversation though no one could guess what kind of topic the two would have in common. They chatted like their usual self. The Death Surgeon's smirks never left his face and Kidd occasionally scowl at something the brunette said, but keeping up with his nevertheless. Before this, Killer be swinging his scythes at the damn doctor for getting close to Kidd, but right now, he didn't. It wasn't like he was entirely fine with the atmosphere, but the idea of hate or rage didn't surface like it was supposed to. It was like the feeling itself was stuck inside the depth of his mind and it was irritating for the blond. In fact, Killer himself didn't know what he was feeling at the moment because all emotions seemed to merge together, leaving a very confused, annoyed, and relieved blond.
Doubting that anyone would notice his absence, the Massacre Man silently slipped away from the hyper crowd and went for the stairs. Another duck for the kitchen door and ladder, Killer finally arrived at upper deck, an area that contains Nami's mikan trees and Robin's flower garden. The happy buzz of noises still reaching his ears, but at least the place was secluded and out of sight of people below. He was never good in socializing anyway.
A small sigh escaped the blonds' mouth as he settled down on the wooden floor, his back against the rails. The two weeks old issue between Kidd and him had finally sort out and Killer wasn't sure if he should be relief. He should be, his inner logical screamed. This is for the best, not only for Kidd but for everyone including him.
Musing over with his own thought, Killer didn't notice how somebody had arrived on the same platform as he was. Only the sound 'hic' caught his attention, although it didn't tell him who it was because a moment later his view suddenly obscured by someone's head. The person was sitting on the rail behind the blond, legs at both sides of his Killer's shoulders and staring at him intently. Killer's eyes grew large as a saucer plate and he caught a glimpse of straw hat on top of unruly black hair before his eyes back to its normal size after knowing the person's identity.
Maybe you've noticed how I linger by the door,
Looking for ways to hang around.
I never felt my moment ever show itself before,
But I've got to speak or lose you now.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you celebrating?" Luffy questioned, a small frown enhancing his feature.
"I am celebrating." The blond muttered, pointing to mug that was settled on the floor next to him
"But not with us." The teen said instantly. His legs swung back and forth playfully as Killer scowl up at him.
"I don't like crowds."
Under the silver moonlight, the older male noticed something indifferent with the teen. His usual big beady eyes now half lidded and looking dazed, the big grin he always displaying replaced with an expression that Killer couldn't put a word into it and his cheeks were tinted pink.
Without any warning, the petite captain adjusted his body on the rails and splayed his arms forward. "Woaaaahhhh!"
To Killer utter bewilderment, Luffy allowed himself to collapse backward on the blonds' laps. By instinct, Killer's hands shoot out and grab onto the small back of Luffy's body. The black haired teen then grinned manically, but a split second later Killer realized what he was doing and he instantly lets his arms drop. With the teen's head rested comfortably on his lap, Killer wanted nothing more but to shove the boy so he would roll off to the floor, but after staying in their ship for days, the blond knew any attempt is futile when it is against Luffy and he wasn't up for shouting competition either. A familiar smell his nose caught somehow explained why the East Blue captain was acting weirder that he normally does.
"You're drunk, Mugiwara." Killer concluded, keeping his hands away from the youth.
Luffy looked up at him innocently. "'am not."
"Yes you are. You are reek of alcohol."
The teen laughed, his voice slightly slurred. "The purple drink is soooo –hic—good… Sweet and tangy. Do you –hic—want some…?" He offered his mug to Killer, only to taken by the blond before placing the alcoholic drink on the floor.
"No I don't want any of your fruity drink."
Pouting, the captain started to stomp the floor while still lying on his back like a child that just lost his lollipop. "You are no fun!"
Killer only made a 'hmmph' sound and ignored the childish whine, wondering how his crew managed to put up with him for all these time. The stomping stopped shortly after and Luffy tried to bring himself up using his elbows, but failed miserably. So he just settled back on the older male's lap while eyeing Killer as if he was calculating something despite his drunken state.
"Are you still fighting with Kidd and Law?"
This is my confession.
I bare my soul to you.
This is my confession,
The one thing I can do.
How will I ever make you mine,
If you don't know that I'm alive?
I confess to you
My love for you.
The question itself managed to catch him off guard and evidence can be seen when Killer's body stiffened and his heartbeat seemed to stop for a brief moment. Killer wondered how ridiculous they looked like, fighting like immature children. They are grown up pirates for hell's sake, and such petty emotions should be avoided at all cost because sooner or later, it's going to turn against them. But as notorious pirate as he is, he's still a human being right? Killer couldn't help it if he was to poses emotions like jealousy or liking someone.
Back to the question, Killer was uncertain himself. By logic, he wasn't in what people call fighting term anymore since he already had a decent conversation with Kidd this morning and they managed to settle the problem among themselves professionally, like adults should be. As for the dark doctor, Killer highly doubted if he can even kiss and make up with the sly wolf, but at least the urge to decapitate Trafalgar had become lesser although The Massacre Man still hate his guts. That shouldn't be a problem because Killer can hardly imagine anyone out there favors the brunette except for the white polar bear.
"Well?" Luffy said, louder this time. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Beneath the golden bangs and illuminated moonlight, the boy saw how the man's feature softened a moment after he mentioned the other two names, unlike before this. Days ago, Killer would have scowl and gave a menacing glare if anyone dare to spell out you-know-whose name in his present. The blessed-out look the blond giving out right now made the teen curious than ever.
"Oh." Killer finally spoke, slightly startled from daze. "… We are not fighting anymore. I guess."
Luffy grabbed a handful of the blonds' shirt, causing the man to look down and locked his eyes with the captain. "Wh-what?"
"What happens then? How about you and Kidd? Are you guys… the thing…? What was it called again?" He didn't even know exactly how to identify whatever the relationship was between the Kidd and Killer.
The first mate looked at the teen, obviously confused. "Well, we did have a little talk and everything is worked out. Isn't that why you had us locked up here in the first place, Mugiwara?"
"No! I mean… yes! But-but when you say worked out, do you mean that you guys are back to being friends or… or together and do the things when you are together, like the things I read in the book once and umm…" Luffy gestured wildly, feeling the last control and maybe a bit of his sanity slipping away from him.
Killer looked at Luffy as if he was a small child who needed everything to be spelled out. "If you want to put it that way, then yeah. We are back being friends. Nakama. Captain and first mate thing. Or whatever you want to call it." The blond said. His usual stoic expression disappeared, erased by his total confusion and frustration at the bizarre conversation.
"But-hic-but…,"
"We are not dating, if that what you were trying to say." Killer interrupted. "We are not even together in the first place anyway."
"…Oh." The wildness abruptly smoothed out and Luffy released his grip on the blonds' shirt.
'Someone owes to teach this brat some vocabularies.' The Massacre Man thought, closing his eyes a bit after the teen suddenly became silent.
A pair of arms that circled his waist caused Killer to snap his eyes open and looked the object on his laps. There, Luffy had shifted his position so he was lying on his side and buried his face into the man's clothed stomach, mumbling. Panic started to well up inside the blond at the sudden close proximity. Paranoia of bodily contact certainly wasn't an issue here, but a hug? No matter how you looked at it from any angle, the action done by the teen was definitely a hug.
Moving his hands to Luffy's shoulder, Killer tried to push the boy away from him but the iron hold wouldn't even budge. "Mugiwara, let go of—"
"You really do care about—hic—Kidd, don't you?" Luffy suddenly spoke, his voice muffled by the blonds' shirt.
Killer frown, straining his ears so he could hear the muffled talks more clearly.
"Kidd is stupid… he doesn't know what he's missing, letting you go like that…" The boy added. "You are nice, Killer…"
The mismatch eyes twitched. Just which part of him is nice, Killer pondered.
"I like you a lot." The raven haired teen whispered, snuggling more into the warm heat.
He'll never say the words I've rehearsed a million times,
Or stop your tears before they fall.
He'll never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes.
His heart is barely there at all.
Half asleep, Luffy didn't realize the body he was hugging tensed after the words poured out from his mouth. Killer held his breath, not believing what he was hearing, at the same hoping that was just the teen's drunken talks.
It has to be, Killer reassured himself. Even if it wasn't, he shouldn't freak out like a woman. The phrase 'I like you' could have different meanings, right? For example, maybe the kid just admired him, or-or he simply said he like him as fellow supernova.
"H-hey, what are you…" Further inquiry went to halt when the blond noticed the hold around his waist had slackened. Luffy's cheek was still pressed against Killer lower stomach, his mouth hung open loosely as he let out a soft snore in his deep slumber, hiccups occasionally escaped his parted lips.
"You've got to be kidding me! Why does he even bother drinking if can't hold his alcohol… and that fruity drink can't even be considered as liquor." Killer mumbled as he tried to shake the captain. No use. All he received was a sleepy whine accompanied by a brief fluttering of his eyelids.
"There you are Luffy! I've been searching all over for you! I thought you have fallen into the sea!" A high pitched womanly voice made Killer almost let out a startled gasp. Turning his neck, the copper haired navigator's upper body appeared from the hatch.
"Oh my, is he sleeping?" Nami asked, eyes fixated on the sleeping form on Killer's laps, not slightest bothered with the not-everyday-seen picture.
"And drunk, in case you want to know." The blond informed her irritably. He was glad the navigator didn't make a fuss seeing her captain sleeping on top of someone's lap.
"What? Don't tell me he got drunk just from the drink Sanji-kun made?"
The blond shrugged. "Mysteriously, he has. You people need to teach this kid how to hold his alcohol."
"Well, it can't be help if he has a low tolerance for alcohol." Nami defended herself. "Anyway, can you bring him to his bed?"
"Me?" Killer asked her incredulously.
"Yes. You. Do you expect me to carry him all the way down?"
"Well, ask anyone from your crew then! Come to think of it, where are the rest? I don't hear noises anymore."
She blinked. "Oh, everyone went inside the aquarium bar since it's getting cold outside. And you are still going to carry Luffy inside." To stop the one sided argument, Nami quickly went back in and closed the hatch.
"That damn woman…" Killer muttered venomously.
'No point pitying myself right now.' The blond sighed and started lifting up Luffy's sleeping body, tumbling few times in the process. Luffy hung limply from his arms, his feet barely grazing the ground as Killer dragged him down the stairs with much difficulties. For such a shorter and slender guy, Luffy was a lot heavier than he looked.
Does it have to do with his rubber body?
"What do you always eat, Mugiwara? Rocks?" Killer grumbled to himself as he pulled the zonked out Luffy towards the men's quarter.
Killer paused, only to open the unlocked door before scooping Luffy up in his arms, carrying the teen inside the room. The woman was right, it was cold outside and the room was a lot warmer to be compared with. Reaching the bed which Killer assumed it was Luffy's, he then pushed back the blanket and removed the straw hat from him before laying him gently out on the soft bedding. The lithe body quaked slightly from the coldness of the sheet and let out a whimper. Scratching his non-itchy head, Killer placed the straw hat next to his pillow after pulling the fluffy blanket over the captain and tucked him in. The blond just stood on the edge of the bed, watching Luffy as the turbulent expression on his face calmed.
"You really should learn how to hold your alcohol, it might get you back one day." He mumbled, knowing that the boy couldn't hear him.
After letting out a small yawn then Killer realized he was rather tired and sleepy himself. That shouldn't be a surprise; he didn't get any sleep since last night after all. With heavy legs, the blond was now dragging his own feet and went to open the hatch two meters away from the teen's bed, entering it without any delay. As soon as he was inside, Killer didn't bother to remove his boots and threw himself into the bed and sighed heavily.
"I like you." The word rang in his ears, throwing a wrench into the machinery of his thoughts.
It didn't take a long time for the exhausted male to drift into the safety of sleep.
I have always believed somehow
I'd be standing right here before you now,
Hoping the last breath I take,
I take in your arms.
-To be continued-
A/N: Gods, how I just love writing Luffy as an innocent, naïve captain. Especially when he flustered. .