Itsy-Bitsy-Kidsy
WARNING! Chapter contains: Possible OOCness, barfing, the usual. DISCLAIMER! I don't own One Piece! If I did, there would be more Supernova action and yaoi!
Yes, I am here! And, very sorry for the lateness of this chappie! But, I have some things to rant about! If you did not like the Barbie Girl song I used, SUCK IT UP. I did on request, okay? Second, Law is not a Pedo Bear He just got really drunk and forgot he was taking care of Kid. Next, Kid didn't have a drop of liquor. He wanted some, though.
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To say that Kid was a little miffed when he woke up would be a major understatement. It was a neutral grey in the room since the blinds buffered the light, and Kid's limbs ached with last night's over exertion. Plus, Law was still in bed. The redhead was well aware that, if he had a high tolerance for alcohol, the Heart captain was going to have a merciless hangover, and should therefore get plenty of sleep.
This is Eustass "Captain" Kid we're talking about.
After tossing the stuffed bear over the side of his bed, Kid proceeded to jimmy the latch. It was an easy escape compared to the night before, mostly because there was light to go by, and he did it just last night! Though the landing was harder than earlier, Kid remained unfazed and crawled over to Law's bed, determined to make him suffer. That is, if he could get up onto the bed in the first place!
"I finch I meed oo samd fow dis…" Kid had never stood on his own feet since he had become an infant, and was afraid he lacked the balance. "Oo hew wif if!" (I think I need to stand for this… To hell with it!) The redhead gripped the comforter as strong as he could, and began to shift his weight from his knees to his feet. It wasn't easy in the slightest, but he somehow got up there.
Now, Kid could've just started crying or thrown a pillow at Law, but he had other ideas. Sitting on him, for example.
"Fawga!" he shrieked, bouncing up and down on the tattooed man's chest. "Wach up, I'm humgwy! Yoo dumbfuch, don't dwimch so much!" (Trafalgar! Wake up, I'm hungry! You dumbfuck, don't drink so much!) The chibi-captain was going to force him to get his lazy-ass up and out of bed if it was the last thing he did.
"Ghrrrr…let me sleep…" Law moaned and rolled over, causing Kid to tumble to the edge of the bed. Undeterred, he crawled back up and managed to tug the heavy blanket off, revealing a pair of pajama shorts with swirly lavender designs on them and a bare back. Not boxers, girl's shorts. Ignoring that, the redhead ripped them down to the back of Law's knees, exposing his thighs. And what legs they were…
Holy fucking hell. Kid wasn't sure to be revolted by how feminine Law was, or attracted by the near perfection his body was. He chose the latter, and sat there, staring and soaking in the sheer sex appeal for what felt like eons. In reality, it was less than five minutes, and was interrupted by the raven waking up. Kid quickly moved away to the pillows, not wanting to be a potential victim of Law's dreary wrath.
Fortunately, that didn't happen. The tired, disoriented countenance on Law's face, partnered with the faded flushing, the lack of pants, and the cute moan he had uttered, was almost too much for Kid to handle. If he had been in his normal body, he would've been so fucking horny at that moment! Anyway, Law was sitting up on his elbows, head hovering right above the pillow, trying to focus his eyes on the intruder.
"Nnngh… Eustass-ya? How'd you get out of your crib?" the Surgeon of Death had moved onto his knees, slouched over just so, and yawned. As reflex tears gathered at the corners of his dark-ringed eyes, Kid was unable to contain himself. Muscles in Law's chest rippled almost invisibly as the tanned man sat up with his legs crossed, and the redhead felt himself ache with lust.
Trafalgar Law was a sex god. No wonder those bitches were always after him.
"I-I'm humgwy. Feed meh." Kid forced himself to look away and not stare at that perfectly bishounen face. And body. Crap, if the screwed up bastard looked like that all the time, the Marines wouldn't just arrest him, they'd make him their bitch! It was just too much to handle. Even for the author, who was having a spastic seizure at the thought of it all.
"Oh…sorry. Motherfucking hangover…" Law gripped his temples and groaned, flopping onto his back. After a minute of twitches and moans, he got a hold of himself and got off the bed. "Lemme wash my face. It'll only take a sec." Kid nodded dumbly, muted by the raven's body.
As soon as I'm back to normal, his ass is mine! Awfully confident for a one-year-old… Sharp gold orbs followed Law as he partially limped into the bathroom, saliva sliding out of Kid's mouth. Smoking. Hot. (A/N: This is too weird, even for me!) After undressing the fully-grown captain through the door with his eyes, the baby was ripped out of his funk by his victim snapping his fingers.
"Helloooo? Eustass-ya? Did you die inside while I was gone?" Law was leaning over Kid, fully covered by an ash-colored bathrobe that went just past his knees.
"Eh? Oh, yeah. Feed me, gawddammi'!" Kid bitched aloud, suddenly pissed at his roomy again for not waking up on time. Law sighed and steeped into some furry slippers, plucking Kid from the tangle of bedclothes he had created.
"Need a changing?" the Surgeon of Death asked before they reached the exit.
Kid looked away, still embarrassed to no end by it all. After a quick silence, he answered. "Yesh." Law chuckled silently, and fixed the redhead up. There were just a few arguments and Kid only tried to leap off the table once, but it went well. Fresh and comfortable, the pair finally set out for breakfast.
They passed through the entertainment room as usual, but it was undergoing a deep cleaning. Two crewmembers were picking up garbage and playing cards, with a third clearing up the bar. Most of the beer and rum was gone, along with obviously cheap wine, but several bottles of clear liquid remained. They were being loaded into a large, wooden chest for safekeeping, kept company by shot glasses and mugs. For a crew so small, they really knew how to get wasted.
"Morning, Captain." Bepo greeted them in a hushed tone as they entered the galley, not wanting to worsen any headaches. Law nodded in response, strapping Kid into his highchair with a barely-visible grimace on his face. He had gone way overboard on the booze last night.
Guess that's why they call it "retard juice." Gazing around, the exhausted captain saw the rest of his conscious crew being tortured by the pain in their bodies. There were only two others, not including Bepo, and the poor cook was about to collapse into the oversized pan of eggs he was making. I think I have enough stuff for the whole crew… Law thought as he shook a bottle of Kid's breakfast like a cocktail. The "stuff" was Law's signature painkiller—a dangerously potent concoction. If he pumped someone up with enough of it, he could kill them; he liked used it as anesthesia for major surgeries.
As the darker-skinned captain slumped down into a seat next to his chibi'd equal, he spooned food into the little's mouth with his eyes comfortably squinted and his face in hand. Because Law's legs were crossed and his robe was so baggy around them, Kid was able to sneak a peak at the front of his thighs. They were almost totally smooth, not from being shaved or waxed, but because Law just wasn't naturally hairy. The redhead added that to the list of things that he found attractive on his fellow Supernova. So far, they were: his smartass attitude, his eyes, his voice, his body, and devil Fruit ability.
The last one was unexpected, yes, but it was such a coolpower! Taking people apart and screwing around with them until they begged to be put back to the way they were must've been hella fun! And it went perfectly well with Law's profession. So yeah, Kid was in love with everything about Law. Go figure.
With his psychotic interests forced aside by the object of his desire, Kid found a rubber nipple pressed into his lips with no choice but to suck it. Law was on the other end of the plastic tube, halfheartedly supporting it as his head throbbed. Nausea kicked in as a plate of food was slid down the table in front of him, and he forced himself not to be sick all over his front. The discomfort he was in was obvious, and Kid helped the bottle to the tray when Law let go of it.
"E-Excuse me!" Law had enough time to slap a hand over his mouth before puke reached the top of his throat. He stepped up from his chair too quickly and slipped, landing onto his knees painfully. Law pressed a hand into the floor as his back arched, vomit spurting from behind his hand. He moved it out of the way when it started traveling up his nose, but he continued to retch all over the steel flooring.
"Waw!" Kid cried as he strained against his harness to turn around.
"I'm okay…" The raven coughed, sitting up to his knees and spitting as hard as he could. Bepo rushed forward with a wet rag, since he was the only non-hung-over crewmember in the room, and cleaned Law's face up. The mess could wait, even though it started to smell already. As the polar bear helped his owner back into a chair, Kid pinched the clasp at his chest, ultimately freeing himself. He stood up and managed to launch onto the table, half sliding and half worm-crawling his way over to the North Blue captain.
"Awe yoo ochay?" Law nodded, but his eyes were screwed shut and he had a greenish tinge on his cheeks. The redhead turned to Bepo. "Dosh dis happem a wot?" (Are you okay? ... Does this happen a lot?)
"Only if Captain doesn't sleep it off." Bepo had a massive paw barely pressing onto Law's shoulder, offering support. "After the parties, he sleeps very late."
"So…dis is my faw'?" (So…this is my fault?) Kid was horrified. If he hadn't forced Law awake, he'd be fine.
"Don't be an idiot, Eustass-ya," Law scolded the baby. "Bepo is right; I got drunk last night, now I'm paying the price. I shouldn't have even considered getting so smashed with you around." With the matter of fault sealed, Bepo assumed emergency protocol. The "Captain has been incapacitated" protocol, which the author referred to as…
"Law fucked up in some way, so the fucking Polar Bear with an fucking Inferiority Complex has to take over while he gets better" procedure.
Thusly, Law was carted back to his room to recover from his poor judgment by his former pet, who then proceeded to force-feed him medication. It would have been entertaining to Kid, had he not been so concerned for the raven's state of health.
"So, whas gomma happem mow?" (So, what's gonna happen now?) The redhead questioned as he sate next to Law's head. They were both in his bed, exactly where Bepo had left them to give the same meds to his moronic fellows, and Law still looked like crap.
"I sleep this shit off. You're on your own with what you want to do later, but don't expect much…" the combination of fatigue and painkillers had taken their toll, and the Heart Pirate Captain was in a fog. He was drunk all over again. "We'll do something fun tomorrow, I promise." And the bastard was going…going…GONE!
Kid sighed as quietly as he could. What the hell was that shit and where can I get some? You could put a Sea King down with enough of it! Exasperated and still a bit hungry, the redhead wrestled his way off the bed and onto the floor. Because Law had also given him some normal clothes when he was changed, Kid wasn't embarrassed as fuck to walk around. Er, crawl. However, halfway through the room, his curiosity got the better of him, and he had to see what was in Law's bathroom.
"Hope dis ism' somfi'g I'w wegwe'…" (Hope this isn't something I'll regret…) He muttered, forcing the, coincidentally, ajar door to open all the way. "Regret" wasn't the word for it. More of "shock" or "OH-MAI-GAWD-WUT-TEH-FACK-IS-THIS?" Yeah, the latter definitely worked. The room itself was unbearably girly!
A massive bathtub took up most of the space, deep and pearl-pink, with all sorts of scrubs, gels, soaps, etc. ringing the edges. Actually, every surface was in the same shade of delicate coral, whether it was tile, marble, porcelain, or fabric. The sink counter had candles of all shapes and sizes, with a square mirror occupying the space above it, reaching the ceiling. The toilet was normal, aside from the color, with a can of air freshener sitting on the top of it. At stool was nestled between the counter and toilet, with rolls of TP stack neatly, but they were white. A cabinet sat above it, with God knows what other atrocities inside it.
And Killer calls my lipstick gay. Then again, I kinda am, but this is the scariest thing I've ever seen! Kid sat there on the floor until his legs fell asleep and he had to roll out the door to escape.
"A' weas' I mow' I have a chamce," the redhead shrugged as he glanced at Law. "'Cep' he's ga' majow issues wi' da cowow pinch…" (At least I know I have a chance. Except he's got major issues with the color pink…) With his legs back to normal, Kid crept out of the room silently, even though his roommate could easily sleep through a Buster Call.
'Twas time to make mischief in the Heart Pirate sub!
As Eustass Kid merrily screwed around with his caretaker's nakama, his own crew was hot on the trail of Jewelry Bonney. Well, crew minus the first mate, who was under the weather. Why don't we check up on him?
"Nnnnngh…Kid… Where are you?" Killer whimpered. He was tied down to his own bed, due to his previous flip out session, and was being tended to by the ship's doctor—he had a high fever. The blond had been stripped of his regular clothing and mask, leaving him in just a tank top and shorts. Also, a wet towel was draped across his forehead, leeching excessive body heat like, well, a leech!
"How is his condition?" Eddie demanded patiently.
"Not well. It may take longer than expected for his fever to break," the heavy-metal physician responded, wringing out a new washcloth. The blue-haired crewmate nodded and left, only to hear Killer crying out as he reached the door.
"Kid! Don't leave! We…we need you…" he moaned and panted like he had just escaped a hoard of Marines. The last time Killer had fallen ill, Kid stayed by his side until he was healthy again. The "Massacre Soldier" had always been slightly disease-prone, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.
"We are nearing her location. All that's left is for Killer-san to get well," Bat-chan stated as Eddie passed by. The mesh-clad man had repaired his amputated antenna, but was still wary of getting too close for comfort.
"Good. We will contact the Heart Pirates as soon as we find a weak spot. Master Kid will be returned to normal."
Not if Jewelry Bonney had her way!
Yeah, bad ending, I know. Also short, but this is just filler. The bathroom thing just seemed to tie in with Law never letting Kid in there. BTW, I've never gotten a hangover, so if it doesn't work like that, forgive me. Although you had to kind of squint, there was some KidxKiller in there. IT WAS UPON REQUEST! More humiliation in the next chapter, but that may be delayed as well.
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