Hi, and welcome to chapter two of this little cluster-fuck I'm writing! I hope you all like it, and I'm sorry this took so long! Also, I know nothing about the military. (Then why are you writing a story about the army?! I DON'T KNOW! D':) So, sorry if I fuck something up.
Chapter Two
It had been a month since Killer had met that redheaded army recruit named Eustass Kidd. He went about his life as if nothing had happened, even though he often thought about the attractive man who left him at the pier. The blonde still worked his three different part-time jobs – as a waiter, a mechanic at a local garage, and a grocer at the local grocery store. His life went on. Luckily, today he only had to work at the café, and his shift was almost over.
"Hey," the chef, Sanji, chuckled as Killer fluttered by the service window.
"Yeah?" the blonde asked as he slipped behind the counter to the cash register, opening the drawer with a quiet ding.
"You can go home, if you want," Sanji said, a grin on his face as he saw the shock on the other blonde's face.
"A-are you sure?" the older male asked, a bit guilty – he still had an hour left.
"Of course. You've been working hard all month. So, get outta here!"
"Thanks," Killer smiled, before tossing his order pad and pen on the counter for the next waiter on duty. He pulled off his apron, and his hair out of the ribbon. He wrapped it around his wrist, using his other hand and teeth to tie it there. With a small wave, the part-time waiter left, a bit of a skip in his step. He might be able to take a nap for once!
Killer made his way through the sleepy town in which he resided, to the apartment building that he called home. The first thing he saw when he entered the building was his neighbor and best friend since childhood, Jewelry Bonney.
"Hey," she smiled, pulling out a handful of chips from a rather large bag that was cradled in her slender arms as if it was a child. "You're home early."
"Yeah. Sanji sent me off," he said with a smile. The blonde walked over to the wall, where a cluster of tiny mailboxes were embedded in the wall. Bonney followed after him, loudly chomping on her chips.
"That was nice of him," the pinkette pointed out, tilting the bag of chips towards Killer in a silent offering. "You should really quit one of your jobs."
The blonde laughed mirthlessly, and delved his hand into the bag and retrieved a few chips and munched on them – barbeque, her favourite.
"I know that you can't quit, but we can dream, right?" She grinned, and nudged him playfully. He nudged her right back.
"Sure. I dream that I'm the King of England!" He chuckled, pulling the key to his mailbox out of his pocket.
"Then I'm the Queen of France," Bonney laughed as he opened the small metallic box. A few letters rested inside. The blonde pulled them out and flipped through them – bill, bill, chain letter, advertisement, and an odd yellow envelope that only had his address and name on it.
Bonney peered at the letter in her friend's grasp.
"What's that?" She asked, chomping some chips right in the blonde's ear.
"Not sure. Probably a chain letter or something."
"Prob'ly," Bonney agreed, her words muffled by the barbeque crisps still in her mouth. She gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder, nudging him in the direction of the elevator. "Get some rest, man. I gotta go to work."
"Have a good day," Killer noddle, and they parted ways. He wasn't entirely sure what Bonney actually did, because she always got fired and her job kept changing. The blonde was just happy that she always found a job at the end of the day.
Killer decided to take the stairs – as he always did – since it was only one flight, and he wasn't that tired.
The hall of the first floor was empty as usual – not many people actually live don the first flood. The blonde guessed that the reason was because there was a mass murder on this floor before he had graduated high school and moved in. The rent was the cheapest in town, but not many people wanted to live in a place where someone died.
Killer fished his keys out of his pocket as he walked, and he quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside. The blonde flicked on the kitchen light and dropped the keys on the counter next to the door. He kicked off his heeled boots by the door, and then he placed the letters on the table. After going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of Mountain Dew, the blonde completed his 'coming home ritual'. He pulled out the kitchen chair, and collapsed into it, pulling the letters close to him.
The bills were for electricity and the rent. The chain letter was terribly written, and said something about a ghost haunting him in he didn't forward it. Killer rolled his piercingly blue eyes behind his bangs, rolled the letter into a small ball, and tossed it into the trash, making the shot with ease. Soon, the advertisement followed the crumpled chain letter.
At least, Killer was faced with the strange yellow envelope, void of a sender. He picked it up and ripped the side open and watched as a letter and a photo slid onto the table. Carefully, the blonde unfolded the letter and his eyes began to scan the page.
'Killer-
It's me! Kidd! Told you I'd write! I'm just sorry that it took so long – boot camp took forever! But, I passed with flying colours! And, I made some new friends – Heat and Wire. They're pretty awesome.
Anyway, I'm not good at writing letters or talking about myself. I never know what to say. So, if you wanna know something, just ask. I gotta go now – getting shipped off to a base later today!
I'll see you later!
-Kidd'
Killer couldn't help but grin – so, he did write. That pleased the blonde to no end. He looked over and picked up the photo that was laying, face-down, on the table.
Three men, all dressed in the same army outfit, smiled up at him. In the center was Kidd, grinning widely at the camera, like he was having a great time. On his left was an extremely tall man, who had long black hair and impressive sideburns. He had a quiet smile on his face. On the chest of his uniform, 'Batchan' was printed in thick black letters.
On the other side was a smaller male – though he was still taller than Kidd – who was looking rather flustered with a shy smile on his face. His skin was a bit blue-ish, and he had lots of tattoos on his face, neck, and arms. 'Eddie' was printed on his chest.
Killer smiled at Kidd's new found, ragtag group of friends. He flipped the photo over to view the back. 'Batchan Wire, Me, Eddie Heat' was written along the back, along with the address for the army base that he was going to.
The blonde smiled and he grabbed the letter, standing, and going to his bedroom. He walked over to his dressed and stuck the photo in a frame that contained a picture of Bonney and himself, a few years ago when they graduated.
Smiling and nodding to himself, he walked over to his desk, and pulled out a notepad and pen. It was time to write back to the army recruit.
Oh my god, this took forever to write! I've rewritten this chapter at least 6 times, and I finally said 'FUCK IT!' and put it up here for your reading pleasures! *grins* I am quite sorry about the wait, but I just...GAH! Oh, well. What's done is done, and life is good. I hope you all review, and tell me if this really does suck as much as I think it does! :D
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