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Setting up future plottiness.
I do not own One Piece.
Thanks to all my lovely reviewers.
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Shilo: "Yes slow but the buildup is where its at."
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Trafalgar Riley: "Thank-you. I wanted to add flaws to better make him seem human and not just a character."
Mikune: "Yes it is; I make an outline to develop each chapter and follow a similar format...I'm still trying to be a better writer."
kuro-liralara: "I know he gets like no attention! Its so sad-he seems so cool. And yes since I have so few details to work with, I factor in age; plus he should act like a normal 21 year old. The story is not done; I'm just super busy."
AiryAquarianAlchemist: "I think most people forget to use age a character trait. HE NEEDS MORE ATTENTION! And the fic is not dead...I'm just dead tired lately."
persobn:"I take tidbits from the manga and them explore/expound on them logically with my crazy imagination."
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*Footnote
Singing
While her captain was distracted biting and nipping at her neck, Camille carefully bite her lip she put a bit of blood on her un-gloved hand. Slowly, she snaked her hands around his torso and pressed her hands against his back, effectively stilling the man. This intrigues me...I wonder how it will play out.
for a second Kid felt like he was submerged int the ocean, his body heavy, his power fading. But as Camille pulled away, he felt his strength return, although with no ability to move. Confused, he bit out, "What did you do?"
She smiled coyly, slipping her black satin glove back on. "I just played with a few peripheral nerves. You can still feel everything but your movements will be limited to only above the neck," the small woman explained, stretching to lick his neck before gazing her teeth along his earlobe.
"Didn't know you were into bondage," he teased, somewhat nervous at not being able to move, but refusing to let it show.
She shook her head. "Neither did I. That book Killer got me was riveting," the woman replied, moving to lick his chest.
Time stood still as the captain processed this tidbit. "NANI?! Killer?" Kid squealed, eyes popping out of his head.
Small hands covered red lips as she tired to hide her amusement. Yes it was rather unexpected... she recalled. "It was a very good book and it had several more ideas than just bondage. But I don't think Killer-san's into this sort of thing; a few days ago, he shoved the book into my hands and told me to' deal with this mess'. I believe the crew figured that something of this nature would help sooth your moodiness," she offered, pushing his coat off his shoulder.
Red irises narrowed at the implication. "I ain't moody!" he shouted, angry with his subordinates.
Camille put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from snorting. Not moody? Really captain? "Crusher told me to 'Fuck ol' fire crotch good. He can't be pissy if his dick is happy,'" she replied, trying to imitate Crusher's nasally voice, knowing it would set her bed-mate off.
"That lousy son of a bitch. I'll-" He was cut off as she cupped her small digits around his balls through his spotted trousers.
"You're always in control. It's my turn," she said calmly, with only the gleam in her eye betraying her excitement as she moved to get on top of him, straddling his waist.
He growled, but was abruptly cut off. "It's not like I can restrain you with metal cuffs. You'd just remove them whenever you got impatient. And I doubt normal rope is strong enough," she explained, stroking his chest affectionately. "Using the Kairoseki pads we fused into my hands crossed my mind, but as it makes you lethargic, it also ruins the sensations." She eyed her still gloved hands.(*1)
"And who said you could restrain me?" he asked, an invisible eyebrow raising.
"It turns you on, so why not?" she asked, pointing at his already hardening member.
He huffed in annoyance, but decided to let her continue. If she wanted to do all the work...
She slid a delicate hand into his trousers, ghosting over his erection. "You evil tease..." he shivered, the satin glove's cool exterior contrasting
Camille slid his pants and boxers down simultaneously, breathing softly over his erection, making her captain twitch in anticipation.
"You'll pay for this later," the redhead growled, his deep baritone quivering.
"I know," she responded, her tongue slipping out to graze his cock.
A sharp hiss of pleasure followed. "And your not going to stop?" he moaned.
"I'm sure I will be paid well,"she teased, twisting his words.
Despite himself, Kid howled with laughter, her audacity too much. "Only you, woman, only you."
Red lips quirked upwards, small digits pumped out a steady rhythm, as deep heavy breathing overran the atmosphere. He could feel the heat building up, his breath coming out more and more ragged as the petite woman continued licking and squeezing. Feeling him pulse in her hands, she knew he was close. Smirking she withdraw herself from him, leaning back to smile at him.
Hissing, he glared down at her. "And what the hell do you think your doing?" Kid bit out, his teeth gnashing together. "Twisted cunt! You don't just stop like that!"
Camille moved away from him, going further down the bed. Ignoring his snarls, she slowly bent down to undo the laces on her shoes. He huffed, but after realizing she was undressing, the foul tempered man soon became distracted, his fiery eyes following her every move. Reaching behind her back, she eased the zipper down, pulling her dress lower to rest above her cleavage line. "Taking your sweet time aren't you?" snapped the tall man resentfully.
"It makes the experience taste better," she replied softly tilting her head down to lick her exposed shoulder.
The captain's tongue slipped out, wetting his black lips, unconsciously as he wanted to be the one licking her. Her left hand traveled south, lifting the hemline of her ruffled purple dress upwards, letting a peek of lacy white show. With her right hand she rubbed her thigh, incing upwards while her left continued moved the dress higher. Kid chewed at his lip, his limited patience evaporating. "Get your ass over here," he growled.
She ignored him, stretching her stocking covered leg out, letting it touch his bare one. Black eyes glittered playfully as red ones gleamed with fury. She was taunting him. I can touch you, but you can't touch me.
He could feel the pleasure oozing from Camille. "You don't have to watch. You can still move your neck," she casually reminded him.
Slanted eyes rolled in retaliation. "Che. Ain't that hot of a show woman. I'll just wait till your so bothered you get yourself over here," he said, craning his neck to look away. But even without he sight, he could hear things...and feel things like the shifting of the bed. What is she up to?
The muscular redhead tried his best to ignore the commotion a scant two feet away, but when a soft panting moan was exhaled, his head whipped around instinctively only to find her smiling balefully at him. She hadn't been touching herself like he thought.
..That wicked woman, he huffed, making her giggle. "Think this is funny do you? When I get free," hissed the agitated man, only to be interrupted.
"You'll pay me back. Just as was pre-established," she finished with delight.
Kid growled, grinding his pearly whites together as he mashed out, "You're a dead midget!"
She responded cheekily by scooting closer to her captain, placing her hands on his smooth abs. He glowered down at her, resisting the urge to headbutt her, his only available form of attack. Tanned, deft fingers raked downward ghosting over the muscles twitching beneath her. She bit at his neck and collar bone, preening as she heard his labored breathing. Getting bolder she moved to rub her
But as she said that, a line of thought bombarded her. Oh my... Black bangs shaded her face from view, but Kid could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
"Awhile back you told me that 'I was so hot when I was angry'. I didn't understand the sentiment back then, but seeing you so flustered has enlightened me somewhat," she said softly. "But this teasing is getting to be too much, and although the books advice was to keep you tied the whole time, I don't think that situation suits either of us. I won't deny that I love to rile you up, but its no fun when you can't retaliate," the brunette lamented, biting her lip.
Unspoken words were exchanged with mere glances.
You Masochist.
You sadist. But that's the way we are.
Deciding an explanation was in order, she said, "Admittedly, I was excited when I read about this experience in my book but I didn't realize until now that the roles are flipped. This kind of thing is still an experiment for me, so I won't apologize," she said, moving to straddle his lap. She nipped at his jawline while rubbing her still clothed form against him. Her dress, started sliding further and further down. Kid remained silent, contemplating his next move.
Red lips sighed. "I can tell your still annoyed and I know that as soon as I free you, you're going to pounce."
Pulling off her glove once more she reached behind him, running her hands down his back before dipping her fingers into the small of his back and re-establishing the motor nerves. He couldn't move yet, not until she removed her hand. His breathing had evened, but annoyance was written all over his face. Bracing herself, she moved her hand away, slipping her glove on. Kid relaxed his shoulder, but did nothing other than stare at her.
Finally he stretched his neck, making it pop. "You'd like that too much. Go, you've pissed me off," he huffed, feigning anger.
So startled was she, standing there was all she could do. his comment disarmed her, and lost in her thoughts Camille failed to notice her now free captive grinning wildly. She's pouting, he thought with mirth. It was hot, but I bet its going to be hotter when I tie you up...
He can't be serious? After all that work I did, he's seriously mad?! I'm new at this and he's going to punish me for a mistake?! That turd! Becoming angry, she pressed her lips together, and exhaled loudly. A scant second later, right as she turned to leave, purple flickers of light sent a piece of metal straight for her wrists. The magnetic fruit user then shaped the piece to resemble smooth one and half inch thick cuffs which he bound together behind the regenerating woman's back. For good measure, and partly because it would be fun, she was lifted up into the air now at eye level with her captor. A strangled shriek was issued.
Her face was flushed; Camille looked ready to kill. Black lips curled into a smirk. "You're hot when you're angry," Kid whispered into her ear, his eyes glowing with mirth. A string of curses flitted through air along with a leg intent to hurt. Pale sinewy arms easily caught the offending limb, moving at the same time as if such a gesture was expected, welcomed even.
"Che, you said it yourself. Now for the real fun..." his red eyes glinted, his large hands directing her to the bed with his powers. Still huffing, the young woman stared him down. The chains wrapped around her, the meal twisting and fusing with the metallic bed posts until she was held by all four limbs.
"And people wonder why I kept spare metal and chains under my bed," the pale man grinned, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as the image of his woman tied to his bed. "Let's have fun," he leered...
The following morning, an entourage of guardsman arrived. They dropped off a single parchment from their masters, departing promptly.
The nobles meanwhile were in uproar as the military had sent such pathetic group to defend them. Lavish furnishings did little to improve the dour mood.
Withered hands slammed themselves onto a finely polished mahogany table. "This is an outrage! Those pirates sliced through that fleet like it was butter! Butter, god-dammit! What if they want revenge?!" one older, slender man shouted.
Setting down his expensive cigar, another calmly replied, "Relax Edwin, those idiots don't seem to have made a connection between us and the attack. With any luck we can persuade them to believe that the townspeople were responsible."
"And we still have our guard. But just to be on the safe side, let's contact the military and report what happened," a middle-aged woman with a long face added, sipping from her glass.
A lone smile formed. "Then let's write a letter to the pirates belying our innocence. Those barbaric morons have no reason to distrust us. And as a token of faith, let's give them a little reward."
A murmur of agreements spread through the group, the clinking of crystal glasses following shortly after.
Kid was furious. No, livid. They thought they could pay me off?! And with such a pathetic sum! The man paced up and down, his boots stomping down hard across the ship, as all the metal nearby hummed in anger. His hands griped the letter with force before throwing it down.
"Kid, calm down," his first-mate advised, waving his hands. And there goes all the woman's hard work. He was in a such pleasant mood too...
"This is bullshit Killer! They're mocking me!" the young man howled, his eyes glinting with rage. He walked overt to the edge of the boat, port-side, glaring at the city.
"I know it's insulting but we have to stay focused," the slender man pleaded, picking up the discarded piece of parchment and skimming it carefully.
Large hands gripped the metal railing, an attempt to calm the body to which they belonged. It was a wasted effort. "Fuck focus! They think we're stupid! That we don't know what they did!" Purple veins of electricity cackled around him, causing his crew members to take a few steps back. Metal weapons were never in short supply on ship, so it came as no surprise when several daggers, their Captain's choice weapon, flew by, aimed at the offending letter. Killer jumped out of the way, his fingers barely escaping, the once crisp letter now only shreds.
Killer cleared his throat after carefully constructing his response "Boss, they're just trying got save their asses. We'll get them soon enough, but for now we need to plan. Attacking nobles will attract some major heat. Wait until we know all the cards they hold. If we're patient, the marines will keep sending small fleets of steadily increasing power as opposed to one giant force. We have to be organized out here Kid. Otherwise we die…"
The redhead's nostril flared, his once pale face now the same blistering red as his hair. But he had calmed a little bit. Just one more push...
A soft, low voice spoke up, hoping to alleviate the tension. "Master Kid, I think that it would confuse them more to let them squirm. With our reputation they are most likely waiting for us to strike. Squirming before death is much more painful than a quick ending," Heat added, siding with Killer.
"I know that!" the redhead hissed, gleaming teeth gnashing. "I taught you that!" Stomping to his room, the door swung shut loudly, leaving his crew in silence.
Crusher stretched and muttered, "Think we should toss cupcake in the inferno?"
The lithe man shook his head. "No, he needs time to cool off. Besides I'm sure he'll abduct her from the lab all on his own," said Killer, before walking away.
The naval based stationed at G5 was at a loss. It had been two days since the Kid pirates had destroyed the small fleet they sent, but had curiously been quiet since. This was not typical Kid pirate behavior…
A marine walked briskly into a conference room, standing at attention, facing his superiors with a salute. "Sir, we just received a den-den mushi call from Glitter City. It seems our fleet was destroyed, as predicted, but the town remains unharmed at the moment," the soldier reported robotically.
An eyebrow rose in reply. "They might be tired. It could have been too much for a bunch of rookies. Perhaps we overestimated them," an older man snidely replied.
The young marine continued with his report. "Sir, the nobles are calling for more aid. How should we proceed sir?" he asked in earnest, glancing around the room.
The superior officer leaned back, calmly replying, "Tired or not, I give it a day before they go on a rampage."
The young cadet's face grimaced. "Well sir, they don't usually attack towns. We made up all those rumors…" he muttered before clearing his throat. "Their actual civilian kill count is much lower than projected. They only attack those who interfere or insult them and most people tend to skedaddle when they get wind of the Kid pirates."
The muscular man scratched at his chin. "So then, they won't be attacking?"
"I don't think so sir. Unless they know what the nobles did, I doubt they even made the connection…" he trailed off. Pirates aren't usually known for their smarts.
"Well there goes that plan down the drain," the older man sighed dejectedly.
Another commander shook his head. "Not necessarily. I bet if we wait long enough, those ruthless pirates will get greedy and go after the nobles regardless. It's only a matter of time…"
"So we're stuck with the wait and see approach? Doesn't sit too well in my book," the man sighed, resting his head on his hand.
"Do you have a better idea Hanningan?" the other soldier mocked.
The room silenced once more.
It was 9 p.m. and one pale captain was lounging outside on the veranda of the inn room he had rented for the time being, until his base was finished.
Two days of nothingness went by. Two days too long in Kid's opinion. No marines, no nobles, no townspeople, no nothing. True a lot of work got done, the base was looking better and better, but that was hardly a win. The ship was tucked safely underground. Using his powers he coated the large rectangle-shaped hole they made with metal and then carefully placed the ship inside. A metal plating went over that and foliage and dirt over that. No way was anyone finding his ship (*2)
But the silence was maddening. It had been too easy…Which only spells trouble. Big fuck you to hell level trouble...
Shit, he hadn't even caught anyone spying on them at the tavern they were staying at for now. That in itself was highly unusual. True he had killed all the damn marines, he thought smiling maliciously, but still…usually a bounty hunter or a concerned dipshit citizen would try and follow him and his men. But so far, nada.
And to top it off, his men were getting antsy. Especially Wire. Wire, who was usually so controlled, could be quite the drama queen when it concerned nobles. He didn't blame the man, but he depended on the man's usually stoic demeanor to keep everything running smoothly… and then there was Killer… Fucking Killer...
Reclining further in his chair, the redheaded captain pondered his situation.
He had his one midget army, his crew was well rested, he himself was itching for a fight …and those bastards needed to know that you don't try and play the Kid pirates. He thought, cracking his knuckles reflexively.
His mind clear of its previous turmoil, he got up off his throne and downed his glass, a smidgen of glee forming on his dark lips.
Since they had been so calm, surprise would be on their side. The attack would commence at dawn.
Footnotes:
1. A few chapters back Kid adheres something to her hands. Its sea-stone circles embedded in her hands; her skin regenerated around it. Thus the gloves. I wasn't going to reveal it yet but I wanted to explain why they stayed on plus it was somewhat obvious.
2. I think with having a power that works on the principles of electromagnetism that Kid has to have a fair bit of intelligence.
No Kid it's a trap!...maybe.
Sorry for the lack of updates. To kinda make up for this I'm updating almost all of my stories at once (within a day of one another)...got more than one account. :P
Oh and since we now know the names of Heat and Wire, I fixed that, and did a bit of a revamp of all the grammar and spelling errors. I will update soon hopefully, but I'm not making any promises. Check out my poll, I'm considering giving Killer a romantic interest-a friend complained he got too little loving.
So we really haven't got much more than a glimpse of Kid's new look-sans arm. WHY?!
Anyway, I need to work that in (although I don't like hurting him and what if right after I make up a good story, Oda actually tells us how he lost it?!) …but it ruins another plot line…oh well. Why ODA? WHY?!
On another note, the main reason I can't update is I have to work and good writing takes time. Lots of time. And its just my hobby so yeah..sporadic. ;( plus I have a really bad habit of writing too many things at once. I have eight fics currently active and my greedy mind wants more. I really don't do one shots or short fics either...and after those eight, I have three more whose first chapters are already written but not posted-much exercise restraint. It's so hard!
