Hey, guys! So, awesome news for people! I went to the beach recently, and I wrote TWO whole chapters while I was there, and I also started working on another request that someone *koffkoffCHOCOkoffkoff* asked of me, so hopefully when I knock that out of the way, I can start working on stuff that the rest of you have asked! Anywho, on with the story! :D
Chapter Three
'Hey, Killer!
What's going on, man? Life treating ya good? Man, I hope it is. After all you told me, you need a fuckin' break! I wanna know how you're still functioning at the end of the day after three fuckin' jobs and only around 5 hours of sleep. Fuck that, man.
Anyways, to answer your questions: my favourite food is steak – rare, if you please. Yes, this is my natural hair and eye colour – I know, it's odd. I do like your hair, so don't cut it any shorter than your shoulder blades, okay? I think anything shorter than that would just look stupid. And I listen to mostly metal, and 80's hair bands, but I do like jazz, the blues, and some classical music – mostly Beethoven, but I can rock some Mozart every blue moon.
My turn! Do you have any brothers or sisters? Any nearby family? Do you live all alone in that apartment of yours? Is this Bonney chick your main squeeze? If you could have one wish come true, anything in the world, what would it be? (Heat asked me this one the other day, 'cause his little sister Cindry asked him that, and I got curious. Sue me.)
I guess that's all I got to stay. Still haven't seen any action, but I'm hopeful! See ya later!'
See you later. That's how Kidd always ended his letters. The redhead never wrote 'goodbye' or some other form of that – always 'see ya later'. Killer wanted to know why.
It was currently his break at the mechanic shop, and he was outside, smoking a cigarette he bummed off of the owner – Smoker – reading over the soldier's letter as he leaned against the side of the building.
Immediately, Killer replied in his mind, memorizing it so that he could write it down later and send it off to Alabasta, where the redhead was stationed.
'Kidd –
If you compare my life to yours, I'm the one who should be questioning how you are standing at the end of the day. I'm used to this kind of schedule, and I use Saturday to catch up on my sleep. It all works out in the end.
To answer your questions: I have a half-sister named Sadi who owns a rather demented sex shop (no, I'm not kidding, and don't laugh!), out near the prison of Impel Down. I don't really talk to her much, though. I'm sure you can understand why. Other than that, I have no family. I live all alone.
No, Bonney is nothing more than a good friend to me, and that's all she'll ever be. She's like a sister or a daughter to me, and I do love her dearly, but not like that. I don't have a main squeeze.'
After this, Killer had to pause and ponder his answer. One wish that would come true – it was a silly notion, but it did make one think. The blonde thought about it until his co-worker – Apoo – came out to see if he 'had died or not'.
As Killer dropped the long ago burnt-out cigarette butt on the ground, he mentally finished his letter to Kidd.
'My one wish would be for you to come home, safe and sound.'
Alabasta was terrible. The heat was utterly stifling even in the shade, it never rained, and all Kidd and his platoon just lounged about all day, with absolutely nothing to do.
Kidd was currently laying on his bunk, dressed in his uniform pants and boots – it was too hot for a shirt. Hell, it was too hot for pants, but he'd rather leave those on.
The redheaded soldier absentmindedly stared up at the ceiling, letting his mind wander. It happily skipped off to where it normally went – a certain blonde that licked to sit down by the pier and think.
His thoughts always seemed to be plagued by Killer lately. Not that he was complaining – far from it! Kidd just wished that he had met the man before he signed up for the army. Then, maybe they could have live and long and happy life together. But now…it was all up to Fate.
"Hey, Chief!" Eddie Heat grinned as he slapped the side of his friend's back. "Whatcha doin'?"
"…thinkin'," Kidd drawled lazily.
"Killer again?" Wire asked, peering at his friend – he was so tall that he could practically see over all the bunks.
"Yeah. That's all I ever think about," the redhead pointed out, bitterly.
There's nothing wrong with that," Heat explained, as he hefted himself up onto the top of his bunk, located next to the pale soldier.
"It's driving me crazy!" Kidd growled, his hands pulling at his long, red locks. "But, I don't wanna tell him…ya know? Plus, I think he already has a girl."
Wire's voice floated up from beneath both Kidd and Heat. "Bummer."
"Sorry man," the bluenette agreed.
As Kidd was about to open his mouth and tell his friends that it was no big deal, a name pierced the air.
"Eustass!"
The redhead soldier sat up in his bunk, and looked to the middle of the barracks, where another soldier stood, turning his head, looking for the soldier named Eustass.
"Over here," Kidd said, waving the man over. The other solder quickly walked through the bunks to him, and handed him an envelope.
"Letter for you."
"Thanks," the redhead said, taking the envelope and looking at the front – it was Killer. It was always Killer.
Immediately, the soldier tore open the letter and began immersing himself in the pages decorated in that perfect script. Rouge eyes scanned each word, every letter, letting the information sink in. His heart skipped a beat when he read that Bonney was not his girlfriend, nor did he have anyone else. As he kept reading, his heart soared when he read the blonde's wish – "you to come home safe and sound." The letter proceeded to ask Kidd the questions that always ended their letters, but there were only two this time.
'Why do you always write 'see you later' instead of goodbye? And, what would your one wish be?'
He didn't hesitate to write back. The redhead soldier pulled the pen, notepad, and an envelope, which he kept under his pillow, and eagerly began writing his response.
'Killer-
I don't really do much now. Simple exercises, but mostly I lounge about all day with Heat and Wire – nothing too taxing, if I'm honest. It's too fuckin' hot for that. And you should ask for Sundays off, too. That way, maybe you could go out and have some fun! After all, working your life away is no way to live!
Um, well, to answer the questions: I always write ' see you later', because it's a promise that I'll come back. If I write goodbye, then I could never come back, and I don't want to do that. I wanna come home again and hang out with you by the pier again.
And I really wouldn't want anything else but seeing you again. Yeah, that's my one wish. But, if I had another, I'd wish that you'd keep writing to me, as long as I'm over here.'
The soldier proceeded to ask question about why Killer didn't have a girl, if he'd ever traveled anywhere or if he wanted to ('I don't recommend Alabasta. It's too fucking hot.'), and if he'd ever missed his sister.
Sooner than he expected, Kidd signed off with another 'see ya soon!' as was left with is usual after-letter dilemma.
A few letters ago, Kidd had written a letter that told the blonde the truth – that the soldier had fallen for him. He hadn't gotten enough guts to send it yet, and now he was here, debating on stuffing it into the envelope along with the newly-written letter.
Eventually, the fear of rejection won, and Kidd decided that he wasn't going to send it. Instead, he stuffed the newer letter into the empty envelope, quickly addressing it and stuffing the letter inside.
The pale soldier hopped down from his bunk and made his way to the mail room, licking and sealing the envelope as he went. He let his mind wander again, back to the blonde, and he wondered if he might have a chance.
Welp, there we have it! More letters, more feelings, and friends! :D I actually wrote this in about an hour and was actually pleased with it, so here it is! ^_^ Please, tell me what you all thought. I thrive off of reviews and other such things! It makes me happy! -^_^-
It's that time again, kids! SHOUT OUTS! :D
To my wonderful Candy-LoveChocolateAndRock'nRoll, thank you for your support, darling. It helps me get over things, and makes me happy. I adore you, and I always will.
To the adorable Candy-doggoneit, have I ever told you I love your name? It makes me smile. Anywho! Look! More letters! And actually images of Kidd writing back! Thanks for the great idea, by the way! You're awesome!
To the newest Candy-darkimpulse, thank you for the review! It makes me so happy, and I love to make new friends! Thank you for telling me what you think, and I love little ideas that you all give me! It actually helps a tad, because they're rather small and I can fit them into the story if I try my hardest. And we'll see about the meeting..not sure if I want this to be an angst-y or happy ending yet.