Hi guys! So this one is going to be one of those drabbles I was talking about last week. Keep in mind, Delta and Killer will be in all of them, but they will not always follow the storyline in the FanFic or One Piece in general. I think I'll start posting them separately but for this one, I will include in the already written story :D if you have any ideas, please feel free to message me :3 my brain is currently fried from midterms and I'm running out of ideas for literally everything XD.

Oh and for this drabble, I wanted to give everyone a little insight beforehand. One it's longish. I think you all deserve a good reading after my absence. I feel like its only fair to you guys, plus I missed you all so much and want to give you something nice to read. And in this drabble I wanted to make Delta a little less…aware of some human culture if that makes any sense. As some of you reading know, Delta is not human so I feel it will be fun to make her a little naïve and make her unaware or curious about certain human practices and what-nots

So here goes!

Delta rolled out of her bed and onto the floor, letting out a miserable groan. She was never usually so groggy in the mornings, but today was different. For one, the weather was absolutely dreadful outside. Heavy rain kept splashing in the already flooded streets while fog just kept spreading and getting thicker. It was even difficult to see the lights in shops and homes at this point. And two, Delta was sick. It seemed like it was just a cold, but if Delta was sick, then to her it had to be something very bad. Her kind usually didn't get sick, unless it was from emotional illness. Her kind were very sensitive creatures. Sometimes barbaric, but very emotionally in touch with themselves and others.

Delta let out a dramatic sneeze and closed her eyes forcefully, causing them to water. She rubbed her watery eyes then slapped her hand around her night stand, feeling for the already half used tissue box. She straightened her back out, still sitting on the floor and tried to blow her nose, but nothing happened. Overly stuffy nose.

"Great…" She thought to herself.

Delta pulled herself up to her feet and padded to the bathroom to wash her face. Maybe the warm water would help. When she glanced in the mirror she gasped, horrified. Her dark skin had become drained of its warm color and was now somewhat chalky. Her vivid black eyes had reddened and dulled despite their constant need to water. And her hair was just a mess, but that could be fixed. Not that she really had the energy to.

Delta grumbled to herself in disgust from her appearance and turned on the water. She splashed the warm water in her face and rubbed her eyes a little more, trying to clear them and wake up. It helped, but only a little. She sniffled and grabbed a towel to wipe her face.

She trudged out of the bathroom in a somewhat slumped position, heaving in and out to breath. It was getting more and more difficult for her to breathe every second. How on earth did humans deal with this stuff?! Delta knew pain, and this wasn't pain, it was worse. It was just plain misery.

Delta sighed and looked out the window at the rain splattering her windows. She wondered what Killer was doing. She was sure he wouldn't be anywhere near her place today. He mentioned something about restocking the ship several days earlier, and she doubted he wanted to come find her in the pouring rain after doing all that. Delta didn't blame him, but she was a little saddened. She wanted to see him, and she was just generally bored. She couldn't go anywhere even if she wanted to today. The heavy rain forced her to stay inside. She was stuck at home, sick with nothing to do.

Delta turned her tired eyes to her closet.

"Well I could at least put something more comfortable on" She mumbled to herself.

Delta pulled out a black tank top and a pair of grey shorts. She slipped them on and sat on her bed, looking at it mournfully. She didn't want to make it. And what was the point? She had nowhere to go and no one to impress. As she was deciding on whether to do the chore or not, she heard a knock at the door.

"...what?" She snapped to herself then glanced at the clock. It was very early in the morning, not even 7AM. Who in the world could that be at this hour? Excited to have someone to talk to, she raced to the door, completely forgetting about being sick. She didn't hesitate to open the door, but raised her eyebrows when she saw who it was.

"...Uhh" Delta started, but before she could say a word, she started a sneezing fit.

"Delta...you're sick?" She heard Killer's familiar voice ask.

"Yeah..." She mumbled quietly and wiped her eyes.

"You shouldn't be here Killer, I don't want you to get sick too." Delta whispered in a raspy voice.

Killer shook his masked head.

"No, you look..." Killer started.

"I know, I look awful." Delta hung her head. If she had known it was Killer at the door she would have at least tried to look better. Or not answer the door at all to save herself the embarrassment.

"No… you just look like you might need help..." Killer held his hand up to the half opened door. Delta looked up at him and sniffled, then opened the door all the way.

"Have you been taking anything?" Killer turned to ask her after he came through the door.

Delta cocked her head and squinted her tired eyes.

"Taking anything?" She repeated him questioningly.

"Like medicine." Killer stated.

Delta grimaced. "No…I don't want to."

Killer sighed and folded his arms, he should have known. Delta had expressed her disdain for human medications before, but he had no idea it was this bad.

"Well you need to" Killer turned away from her and headed to the kitchen.

Delta paced after him and stopped shortly after to let out another series of sneezes.

"What are you doing?!" She called after him between sneezes.

"Since you don't have any medication I'm making you something to eat that may help." Killer responded. He was currently rummaging through her kitchen, collecting all sorts of foods and setting them to the side. Delta slunk up next to him looking around curiously. She smiled to herself a little. She was appalled Killer had taken initiative to do something like this for her, and so fast. But she wondered why he showed up in the first place, and so early in the morning.

"Killer?" Delta spoke his name longingly and looked up at him.

"Hm." Killer smiled behind his mask. Even when she was sick, he loved it when she said his name.

"Why did you come here so early? I thought you were busy today."

"Well, we were, but we finished last night. And I just…wanted to see if you were ok." he cursed himself silently after he spoke. Originally he wanted to say her missed Delta, but he didn't know how she would react. He panicked and chose a set of words that didn't do him any better.

"Oh" Delta looked down and grinned. She went to grab Killer's hand but ended up with his sleeve instead. It was then she realized his shirt was damp.

"Killer…you're wet!" Delta exclaimed, surprised. Killer looked himself over quickly. Well shit, he thought he had dried himself off properly outside before he knocked on Delta's door, he even managed to wring out his hair, but it wasn't good enough.

"Oh….umm…" He started.

"Stay there." Delta commanded and bolted down the hall. She returned not even a moment later with a large towel and a blanket.

"Sit down." Delta pointed to the living room. Killer hesitated for a moment, but obeyed. He took the towel and blanket and plopped down on the couch in the living room

"I'm fine. You're the one who's sick." Killer grunted.

"Well…we don't both need to be sick, do we?" Delta sat down next to him. She peered up at Killer just enough for him to not notice he was looking at her. His exposed skin was flushed red from the cold, and his hair had mostly dried but was still somewhat damp. Several pieces and strands clung to his shoulders and mask as they dried.

"So really…why did you come here so early?" Delta asked again.

Killer stayed silent for a moment but then replied.

"I told you, I wanted to see if you were ok." He restated in his deep quiet voice.

Delta raised an eyebrow at him and sniffled. She wasn't 100% convinced that was true.

Killer noticed her staring then sighed.

"I don't know, I just felt there was something wrong, so I had to see if you were ok." Killer mumbled.

Delta shifted in her seat. Well, that wasn't the answer she was expecting. She honestly thought he was just bored.

"Really?" She looked at him wide eyed.

Killer nodded.

Delta sighed, more than satisfied and stood up. Killer matched her movements, and before Delta could do anything else, Killer gently set her back down on the couch and sat himself next to her.

"But..." Delta started.

"Your fine, just relax." Killer spoke gently. He reached his hands up to his chest and before Delta cold protest (not that she would) Killer peeled his shirt off.

Delta opened her mouth to say something, but ended up looking away, blushing instead. Her being sick didn't help much.

Killer chuckled a little behind his mask.

"Come here." He wrapped his arm around Delta's waist and pulled her into him.

"But Killer…" Delta began to remind him of her dreadful illness.

"Hush." He growled softly and hugged her close to his torso. Delta whimpered a little, highly confused. Her heart was beating fast, she had no idea what to do. Delta laid her head down on his shoulder in an attempt to relax. It worked. Killer's skin was very warm. He was muscular, but his skin was smooth. Killer placed a hand on Delta's lower back and pushed her into him softly.

"I really did miss you." Killer finally admitted.

"I missed you too." Delta giggled and looked up at him. She turned her eyes downward for a moment then without thinking, planted a small quick kiss on Killer's helmet. She turned away from him shyly and buried her head into his shoulder.

Killer sighed. Never had he been so thankful for his helmet at this moment. A small grin formed on his usually stoic face and his cheeks flushed slightly.

He was about to say something when he let out a loud sneeze, startling Delta out of her relaxed position.

She opened her mouth and frowned.

"See! I told you I would get you sick!" She pouted and scooted closer to Killer to hug him tightly.

"No Delta. It wasn't you or the rain. People don't get sick that fast, I've been like this for a while." Killer laughed slightly.

Delta's smile faded.

"What did you say...?" She asked flatly.

Killer stayed silent for a minute but his smile faded as soon as he realized what he said.

"Well…I mean I…everyone sneezes sometimes …" He muttered nervously.

Delta narrowed her tired eyes.

Killer gulped.

"I am so sorry…" He whispered.

"It was YOU! YOU made me sick!" Delta wailed miserably.

"I didn't mean to… it should go away in a few days!" Killer pulled himself closer to comfort the poor girl. She had her face in her hands sobbing between coughs. She really never had a cold before. Killer realized she seriously thought she might be dying or something.

"Delta…you're going to be fine…it's just a cold...it will be gone in a few days, a little over a week at most." Killer tried to assure her. He had no idea what to do. Or why she was crying. He didn't know much about her kind except for what she told him. Maybe they get emotional when they're ill? But that didn't matter, all he wanted to do was comfort her.

"Are you sure it will stop?" Delta whined wiping her face.

"Of course it will go away. Mine did." Killer held her hand.

"Because you gave it to me." Delta snapped.

Killer sighed heavily.

"That's not…quite how it works. But yeah, it was my fault. I'm sorry." Killer pulled her into another hug. He lifted his mask a little to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Killer?" Delta spoke up.

"Yes,"

"…What do sick people even do? Besides take gross medicine and eat those funny looking birds with noodles?" Delta asked. Killer snorted with laugher.

"You mean chicken noodle soup. And sick people usually stay home in bed."

"I don't want to stay alone." Delta whimpered and hugged Killer's arm.

"Well… that's why I'm here, to keep you company." Killer replied.

"Oh." Delta closed her eyes and smiled wide. She snuggled into Killer's warm body and let out a tired yawn. Killer slowly lay back on the couch, carrying Delta with him.

"Killer?" Delta started again. She adjusted herself to where her head was laying under his chin so she could bury her head into his neck.

Killer hummed in response. His heart skipped a beat when she said his name

"How long are you staying with me?" Delta asked worriedly.

"As long as you need me to." Killer pet Delta's curly dark hair.

"But I want you to stay. For a long time."

Killer thought Delta must be getting tired. Her sentences were getting shorter and her she was speaking slowly. She let out a small yawn, which clarified Killer's thoughts.

"I want you to stay with me forever." Delta mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

Killer sighed and he pulled Delta into another hug. A somewhat sad smile formed on his scarred face.

"I wish I could..." He replied to her softly.