And, here it is! The climax of our story! I hope you all enjoy! :)

Amnesia

Chapter Eleven

The same dream found him yet again, only it was clear this time.

Killer still sat under his tree, in his own little slice of the world that he couldn't see beyond. The same coloured appeared before him, still blurry, as they stood on the border between his world and beyond.

'Killer…I need you,' the shock of red whispered. Killer reached out his hand, even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to reach.

This time was different. The blurb of red stepped forward to reveal the same pale man that had been in his earlier memories.

His dark purple lips were spread open into a wide grin, showing off pointed teeth. A large pale hand with black-painted nails was outstretched towards him.

'Come home, Killer,' he smiled. Killer scrambled to his feet, and made a leap at this strange man. Yet, just as he was about to land in that comforting and welcoming embrace-

"Killer, it's time to get up."

Multi-coloured eyes shot themselves open, and Killer sat up almost immediately. He looked up into Penguin's softly smiling face, and relaxed slightly, but not by much.

"Morning," the blonde sighed softly. He ran a hand through his long bangs, moving the golden strands out of his eyes.

"We're almost to the island," the hatted man informed the other happily.

"Thanks," the tanned male muttered, offering a weak smile. Penguin grinned back, before turning and leaving without another word.

Killer sighed, then threw the duvet off of himself. He stretched and winced at the protesting noise his joints made. He adjusted his shorts, which somehow had been turned to the right significantly in the night, before he decided to face the day. As he made his way out of the Captain's study, he wondered about that strange, yet familiar, man that appeared in both his dreams and memories.

"Chief!" Heat called from the side of the ship. His Captain, who was sitting on the beach of the island, attempting to catch some fish, looked up at his fire-breathing friend.

"What is it?" He called back.

"The Log Pose is set!" The bluenette said.

"Good! Tell everyone to stock the ship!"

Not good. Kidd didn't like that the Log Pose had changed direction. That mean they would have to sail onwards, leaving any hope of finding his Killer behind them.

The redhead sighed as his line caught a fish. He yanked the pole backwards, until a rather large, multi-coloured fish flew out of the water, its mouth caught on the silver hook. The brilliantly coloured fish hung in front of rouge eyes, and he turned to ask Killer what kind of fish it was. Kidd stopped, then bit his bottom lip. God, he missed that blonde – he would often go fishing with the massacre soldier, and gather food for their nakama.

The Captain looked out to the sea, and silently wished for his Killer to return.

The Heart Pirate's yellow submarine broke the surface of the ocean and sat upon the waves. Within a matter of moments, the main hatchway burst open, and the crew members spilled out onto the deck to soak in the delicious sunlight.

A few moments after the initial flood of bodies, Killer stepped out onto the deck, followed by Law. He smiled at the warming sunlight that hit his face. The breeze was far more welcoming and pleasant than the stuffy, albeit air-conditioned, hallways of the metal ship.

Look! There's the island!" Shachi grinned, pointing at the small scrap of land in the distance. All of the men – and bear – ran to the railing to get a better look at their destination – a quaint little spring island that had yet to be named.

"Alright," Trafalgar called, catching everyone's attention. "Shachi, Penguin, and two others will be the scouting party."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" The Heart Pirates chorused. Killer frowned – that didn't seem right. His mind told him that the Captain was supposed to go first. Then why was the good doctor staying on the ship, while his nakama went first into some potential unknown danger.

Both Penguin and Shachi looked to their crew mates, trying to decide who would go with them to explore the island.

"Can I go?"

All eyes turned to Killer. A few crew members were shocked, but most were just worried.

"You wanna go with us?" The bill-hatted man asked with a slight frown.

"Can I?" The blonde asked again.

"Well…"

"I don't see why not," Law interjected. He smiled warmly at Killer, who smiled back in return. The older male turned to see the island get bigger and bigger as they drew closer – he wanted off this metal monstrosity.

While Killer was distracted, Trafalgar wrapped a lithe and inked arm around Penguin's shoulders, drawing him away from the rest of the crew.

"Captain? Are you sure this is a good idea?" The hatted male asked, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"Of course," the dark-haired man replied. "But, if something does go wrong…"

Tattooed fingers delved into his hoodie's pocket, only to gingerly wrap around something, then pull it out moments later. It was a syringe, filled with about 20 milliliters of a strange light pink liquid – a severe numbing agent that was used to knock out particularly troublesome patients.

"Inject him with this if he gets violent," Law ordered. Penguin took the syringe, and gingerly shoved it in his jump suit's baggy pockets, so he wouldn't accidentally stab himself and cause his body to stop moving for up to six hours.

"Understood."

"Good. Now, go," the doctor ordered, releasing Penguin from his grasp.

The submarine halted within the shallows of the island, and the scouting party – which consisted of Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, and Killer – splashed into the water below.

The blonde followed behind the other three as they walked into the island's forest, taking in the much welcomed change of scenery. The warmth of this island brought him a strange comfort.

His mind wandered slightly as they traveled, and soon Killer realized that he had been separated from the rest of the others.

Multi-coloured eyes scanned the trees around him, looking for a splash of orange or white jump suit. Nothing. The blonde sighed softly as he picked a direction, and went along thought the forest, searching for any one of the jump suited males.

As he walked, Killer began to hum a song quietly to himself. After a few bars, the orange-and-aqua eyed male paused in all of his actions. What was that song? Where had he heard it before?

While the blonde contemplated, he heard someone softly singing – it sound like the same song that he had just been humming. With his curiosity piqued, the sun-kissed man changed course to travel in the direction that the sound was coming from. As he got closer, the words became clear.

"Binkusu no sake wo, todoke nu yuku yo." It echoed in his head and all throughout the trees. Killer picked up his face so that he was speed walking through the trees. "Umikaze kimakaze namimakase." The blonde sped up again, jogging half-heartedly. "Shio no mukou de, yuuhi mo sawagu." Now the jog was a little faster. "Sora nya wa wo kaki, tori no uta." The blonde now was running, full speed, through the woods. He knew that song. He knew that voice!

Killer burst through the edge of the forest, into the bright sunlight. He blinked rapidly, trying to get his eyes to adjust faster. When the spots left his vision, he then turned to the place where that voice was coming from.

Killer gasped. Standing before him was that man. Fiery hair stood upwards in his head, while his pale skin shone in the sunlight. He had a Greek god's physique, his muscles beautifully sculpted. His back was facing the blonde, but the sight still caused a reaction.

Orange-and-aqua eyes glazed over, memories washing over him. His life in the South Blue, becoming a pirate, traveling to the Grand Line, facing countless perils, falling in love – it all came back to him. He opened his mouth, inhales deeply, and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"KIDD!"

The world slowed down in that moment. Kidd slowly turned, and rouge eyes widened at the sight of his first mate, alive and well. A grin that lit up the pale Captain's face spread across deep purple lips. Killer reached out to his Captain, only to feel a sudden pinch in his neck.

With his survival instincts now back in full swing, it only took him a millisecond or two to react. The blonde spun around and ripped the syringe from his neck, flinging it to the ground. Pink liquid splattered and stained the ground. He growled at the tree jump suited males in front of him.

"You…liars…" Killer groaned out, before falling to his knees.

"Bepo!" Penguin called, ignoring the blonde's comment. The bear quickly scooped up the elder male, before the Heart Pirates dashed back to their sub, with Killer in tow.

Kidd stood in slight shock. Killer was alive. He was standing before him, as if God himself had just placed him there from the heavens above. Then, within ten seconds, he was gone again. Torn away from him, yet again.

Rage boiled from the pit of his stomach to spread all throughout his blood. They were not going to take his Killer away again. He turned and ran back to his ship, barking orders all the way.

"Captain!" Penguin called, leaping onto the deck of the submarine. Shachi and Bepo, with Killer in his furry arms, followed the blue-and-yellow hatted man. Law's grey eyes darted between his men, trying to gather the situation.

"What happened?"

"Eustass is here."

All of the Heart Pirates froze in place. It was official – their plan had failed. Now, they had the demonic Eustass 'Captain' Kidd coming after them, and he was out for blood. Law was the only one who refused to willing await the Grim Reaper.

"Set sail!"

"But Captain-"

"I said, SET SAIL!" Trafalgar roared, causing everyone to scramble about in a panic. Bepo dropped Killer onto the hard wood, before running inside with the rest of the crew to prepare to submerge.

With what muscle control he still possessed, the blonde glared up at the good doctor.

"Oh, come now," Law tutted. "It's your fault for remembering."

The massacre solder could only glare, but he was staring to be able to feel his legs. Apparently, Penguin wasn't fast enough at injecting the blonde, so only a minimum amount of sedative was injected into his blood stream. Quickly, Killer formulated a plan of escape. It would work, he told himself. It had to.

"Captain, we're ready to submerge," Shachi informed, his normal grin missing from his face.

"Make sure everyone is inside," the dark-haired attain ordered, leaning down to tightly gasp golden strands with his inked fingers. The doctor dragged the older male down the stairs into the depths of the submarine – his metal prison.

Killer thumped down the stairs, his ass and lower back slamming down on each step painfully. He winced, but refused to make a noise, lest Law realize his crew mate's mistake.

By the time that Killer was seated at the bottom of the stairs, he could feel all of his person. His head, ass, and back were incredibly sore as well. Bastard Trafalgar.

"Killer!"

Kidd's voice echoed through the metallic walls of the submarine. The blonde allowed his mutli-coloured eyes to glance up at the top of the stairs. With irritance radiating from his body, Law ascended the stairs to stand at the door.

The Kidd Pirate ship approached the yellow metal ship, with a very pissed off Kidd leading the way.

"Hello, Eustass-ya!" The inked man called over the ocean, wagging his tattooed fingers in a slight wave.

"Give him back!" The redheaded Captain demanded, growling dangerously.

"I don't think so," Law smirked. "I wonder, can you function without the person whom you love so dearly. I bet he'll make a good experiment!"

"TRAFALGAR!"

"Ta!" the doctor said, waving goodbye as he closed the hatchway door, and walked back down the stairs. As he walked passed Killer, the submarine groaned softly as it submerged – a sign that it wasn't entirely prepared to go beneath the waves. The blonde glared after the smaller male as he left.

The massacre soldier waited until he couldn't hear the click-clack of Trafalgar's boots echoed off of the metal walls before he set his plan into action.

Killer hopped up onto his feet, before tearing up to the top of the stairs and the main hatchway door. This plan was crazy, stupid, and utterly dangerous – it was something that Kidd would have probably thought up. The thought made him grin as he grabbed onto the latch of the door. The blonde took a deep breath, held it, undid the latch, and pulled the door open.

Ocean water began flooding the entire sub. Alarms went off, blaring loudly through the halls, the echoes making the sound twice as loud. The overhead lights changed to red as the water infiltrated every part of the metal ship. Killer pulled himself out of the sub as he swan against the current. He eventually found himself floating in the deep blue sea.

With a triumphant look, multi-coloured eyes watched as the yellow submarine sank downwards into the depths. At least, it was supposed to be.

Instead, the sub was rising back towards the surface. Killer quickly swam out of the way as the yellow metal monstrosity rose past him towards the surface. The blonde followed after it, breaking the surface just after the yellow beast did.

It was Kidd's doing. On the deck of his ship, the redhead had his black-nailed fingers spread wide as the submarine rose higher and higher into the sky. Water poured out of it as Kidd tilted the ship, so that the main hatchway door was facing the ocean. Soon, men began falling out of the ship, splashing into the water below.

Killer watched as man after man fell into the ocean, and smirked whenever Bepo and Law fell out to splash into the water. The beat had to hold onto his Captain so the tattooed man wouldn't drown.

"Trafalgar!" Kidd growled loudly, his voice echoing off of the waves. "Give Killer back!"

"No!" Law called back.

"Then die!" The redhead roared, and raised the yellow submarine in a position that covered all of the men in the ship's shadow. He was planning to crash it downwards so that he would smash their brains out into the sea.

"Wait!" Trafalgar screamed, raising an inked hand to foolishly try and protect himself from his own ship. Growling, Kidd held the sub aloft.

"What?" The ruthless Captain growled, his eyes narrowing.

"You're not stupid enough to attack one of the Shichibukai and anger the Marines needlessly, right?"

"What are you talking about, asshole?" Kidd snarled. "I don't see any stupid fucking Warlord."

"The you aren't looking hard enough. As you so eloquently put it, I am what you call a 'stupid fucking Warlord'."

"Like hell!"

"But, do you really want to take that chance?" The doctor asked, a charcoal eyebrow raising slightly.

Rouge eyes turned away from Trafalgar to glance back at his crew, looking for someone to say 'no' or 'yes'. His eyes scanned over Wire and Heat, who were both shaking their heads 'no'.

"FINE!" Kidd growled in slight defeat. "Just give Killer back!"

"I don't see him down here with me," the doctor stated matter-of-factly. "You're on your own."

The pale man growled, and threw the sub quite a ways away and grinned at the large splash the yellow ship made. The Heart Pirates swam towards their ship in a panic, watching it sink slowly into the salty depths.

Kidd sighed and balled his large hands into fists. He slammed them down onto the railing, splintering it slightly. The Captain felt defeated – where had Killer gone?

He heard a small thump on the deck behind him, followed by a loud cheering. Kidd spun around, and felt his heart swell in utter joy.

Killer was standing there, in a pair of baggy black shorts, smashed in between the bodies of his nakama. Everyone was smiling, cheering, and pulling the blonde into hugs and ruffled his hair affectionately.

When all of his crew mates had some sort of contact with him, the orange-and-aqua eyes man stepped away from his nakama to stare up at his Captain.

"I'm sorry, Kidd," Killer grinned, spreading his arms out slightly, silently asking for some affections. Angrily, the redhead stomped over to his first mate, grabbed a fistful of golden strands at the base of Killer's neck, and smashed his painted lips to the blonde's.

Multi-coloured eyes widened before they fluttered shut. He pressed back into the kiss, pressing his body flush against the pale Captain's.

They pulled away after a few moments, and Killer licked his lips, reveling in the flavour that still clung there. Their foreheads pressed together as the rest of the crew cheered for their Captain and vice-Captain.

"Don't ever leave me again," Kidd whispered.

"Yes, my King."

Aaaand, that's a wrap, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed our little adventure of Amnesiac!Killer and the Heart and Kidd Pirates! My little head-cannon is that Kidd can sing really damned well, but he doesn't do it often, only when he's feeling sad or lonely. And I was so happy that I got to make Law say "Eustass-ya". I don't know why, but I love it when he says that! (Yes, I ship LawXKidd, as well :P) Holy hell, this thing took up SEVEN pages in word. That's unheard of for me! Look at me go :D Please, tell me what you all thought of our little adventure with our favourite pirates! Until the next story!

SHOUT OUTS TO MY NAKAMA!

To my darling Candy-Riley Ellen, I'm so happy that you'll be my Nakama! -^_^- it warms my heart. Thank you for praising the way I write. It makes me do Chopper's little happy dance. And don't worry, I'm a little socially awkward prizzly bear (that's a grizzly and a polar bear, cuz my wife says I was built for the Arctic, but Polar bear isn't cute enough for me), so we can be socially awkward together! (I chuckled at your Penguin joke) And I graciously accept your praise, but you all need to know that I do what I do because of all of you! *mwah!*

To the fabulous Candy-Miss Doflamingo, I'm so happy you loved the smut. I thought that you might. :) And I'm so happy that you're my Nakama! :3 I love you guys, so much!

To the magical Candy-LoveChocolateAndRock'nRoll, I swear, you made me squeal in joy at your comment :) I love you, too, my darling Nakama! :D And I hope you do well with your exams! Ganbare! -^_^-

To the nearby Candy-Wierd Yume, I live in Western PA, just north of Pittsburgh (whoo! :D) And, if you pm me with some details, I'll write you a fic with KillerxPenguin, I promise. :)