Tally Mai-chan: Inspiration for this chapter? 'Body Language' by Queen. This is the longest chapter to date. Why? Because there are no cliff hangers. Happy? You should be.
Warning: This chapter contains sex. Lots of it. And Kid n' Kat's dirty, dirty mouths
Chapter 8: Kat's Adventure: He wants sex!
Kat officially hated the ocean. She thought it was as boring as hell on a ship. Out in the middle of the ocean with a certain red haired captain, the monotony was enough to kill. There was absolutely nothing to do. She couldn't even sleep to pass time. God, she missed sleep! The first thing she was going to do when she gets back home is to flop down into her bed and sleep for a whole week.
"An island." Kid grunted.
"Good." She sighed, she was getting tired of holding onto him. Twice she let go and he fell into the ocean.
It was their third day floating out at sea. Kid woke on the morning of second day. Enlightening her ears with colorful chatter. Translation, cuss words spewed from his mouth and not a single 'thanks' was given.
The thought of Sea Kings sent chills down her spine. Kid's wound bleed out into the ocean, leaving a trail of red behind them. Paranoia made every shadow under the waves, a shark or Sea King. They haven't seen a single one, and that's what scared her the most.
"How are you feeling." She found herself asking.
"Fine."
"It must hurt."
"No."
"Liar."
Kat didn't bother looking at the island until the ocean current heaved them upon it's pure white shores. Tall, palm trees with neon green leaves dominated the shore line. A powdered layer of snow dusting the beach and plants.
The palm trees, the white flowers that grew at their trunks, and every other plant they could see bore a strange white fruit. The fruit looked like a bunch of grapes that had partly melded together.
Kid jumped for the nearest fruit baring plant and ate everything within reach. Shedding his fur coat, and boots. He studied his pistol, aimed at Kat and pulled the trigger. Nothing. He tossed it aside.
"Not bad." He said, moving on to the next fruit plant. He stood up with ease, eating fruit after fruit. His skin regained color. It was like he was never even hurt.
"Somethings wrong." Kat glanced up and down the beach, eying the fruit distrustfully.
"You think everything is wrong." Kid growled, throwing fruit at her.
"Seriously!" She floated along side him as he started down the beach. "How can so many different plants bear the same kind of fruit? It's strange!"
He waved her off.
The white beach, sand and snow mixed together, was quiet. Lethargic birds hopped across the ground, churping when they walked past. They were cluttered together in groups of two, being birdy-touchy-feely with one another.
Kat figured that it was a Winter Island in it's spring season. It was beautiful. All the vibrant green plant life coated in snow. They sky was a bright pale blue and not a cloud to be seen. She was feeling pretty good. Kid was doing great too. He had torn off his bandages and the festering wound was white and waterlogged-she tried not to look at it- but how could he move so easily with an injury that bad?
"What's with you." She stared at him like he had grown an extra arm. There was no way he could have so much energy after floating at sea for three days.
"What? Can't I enjoy a walk on the beach? Oh, I'm a big, bad pirate. I can't go for strolls on beaches."
"That's not what I meant! You bleed out at sea for three days! You should be dead!"
He grinned. "I die hard, bitch."
"They say idiots never catch a cold. Guess it's the same for dieing."
"Careful. Or I'll have you exorcised and sent straight to hell."
"I am in- oh dear god!"
The beach jutted sharply into the sea, a thin line of palms following down. They cut through the palms and came out on the other side only to see an orgy of animals 'getting it on.'
Kat turned the other way. Never able to get the image of two deer... and the ducks! But the seals were the worst.
"It's just animals." Kid said. "Just sex."
"Says you." Kat muttered.
"Oh right. I forgot I was with Miss. Virgin."
Calm down Kat. Think before you speak. "Shut up! I am not a virgin!" Good going there champ.
Kid pressed up against her, grabbing her arms. "Oh really?"
Her checks flushed red. "Let go of me."
"No."
"Let go of me, please?"
"Beg."
"No!"
He leaned in closer to her, grinding his hips into hers. Her hormones exploded with virgin furry. Kid was hot. She was a weak minded virgin. Her stomach looped and knotted and her heart jumped down to her feet and back up. Speech was impossible. Thought? Try again later.
Kid let her go, heading into the woods, around the animals. Kat's face was burning hot. Her heart pounding a hundred miles a minute. Kid's head was just visible through the green and white of the palm tree forest.
"Hey!" She shouted, and followed after him.
"What now." Kat asked.
"Sex?"
"No!"
A large, rushing river roared past them. A mile long and backwards. The river was backwards. The water running from the ocean inland. The river turned sharply two miles down were the palm trees merged into a pine forest where the snow was deeper.
"You want it." Kid smirked.
Kat blushed despite herself. He was starting to scare her. He wanted to hurt her, to kill her! Not have sex with her! She floated over the river for safety.
"Let's follow the river inland. Maybe there's some locals living here." She suggested.
"No. We're staying on the beach. Everyone will be looking for us, and the beach gives us the best chance of being seen."
Kat remembered her survival movies. "But if we go inland to the highest point on the island and set up a signal fire there it will have an even better chance of being seen."
"Sure!" Kid said, heavy on sarcasm. "Just point us to the nearest mountain top and let's go!"
There were no mountains on this island. No hills, no anything. It was just one, big, flat rock with trees and snow. He could have just said no. He didn't need to be a prick about it.
They walked back down the beach, Kid snacking on fruit as they went.
"Dammit, I need some meat."
Kat was impressed. In a matter of a few hours Kid had built a shelter from two fallen palm trees, the broken mast, and palm leaves. Made a spear from a five year old sapling and had caught five fish, all of which sizzling over an open fire.
It smelled good.
"Damn." Kat said, awestruck. "I thought you'd bitch until the ship found us."
"Impressed?"
She was very impressed.
Kid peeled the scales off the fish, blowing to cool it down. He bit into the tender white meat, grimacing at the taste. "God, it tastes like seaweed deep fried in chocolate."
"It can't be that bad." She said, watching him scarf down the meat. If it was truly awful then he wouldn't be eating it.
The sun set across the horizon, painting the sky orange, and purple, fading into deep blue. Kat sat in the surf, feeling nothing as the waves passed through her. It was scary, not able to touch anything, to feel. She glanced at Kid, standing a stones throw away from her, examining his fur coat.
Kid walked over to her, sitting down on the damp sand. "See any ships?"
"I wish."
Two seals floundered up the shore, 'doin' the tango'. Kat immediately dropped through the ground, unable to bear the sight of two seals doing it again . Kid dug through the sand, pulling her out by her hair. He wrapped his arms around her chest, making sure she watched the whole 'performance'.
"You bastard!" She screamed, wriggling in his grasp. He hooked his legs around hers. "I don't want to see this! Again!"
Kid laughed the whole time. Kat coming up with more creative, and colorful threats than she thought she was capable of. To make matters worse the seals looked over at them, as if saying "do you mind?" Stupid seals. Kat officially hated seals.
The sun disappeared beneath the waves and the seals returned to the ocean, off to live and eat and hump another day.
"They're gone." Kat said. Her heart pounding against her chest.
"Hey. You can let go of me now."
Nothing.
"Heeeeeey. Oi! Kid. Are you... are you sleeping?"
She twisted her head around, and sure enough. Kid was sleeping. His head hung forward, and their cheeks brushed together. She turned back around, her face burning red. Her stomach twisted and knotted. She didn't think about the feeling that had started to swell up insider her like the tide.
She stared at the ocean, she needed to watch for the ship.
Kid groaned in his sleep. Kat peeled her eyes off the ocean to examine him. It was around midnight and he was starting to sweat. Kat could feel heat radiating off him. Did he have a fever?
She slipped out from under his arms and untangled her legs from his. He fell onto the beach, panting. She couldn't think of anything to help him. The shelter he made was right behind them, up against the palm forest. She gritted her teeth and dragged him across the sand.
Light from the dieing fire licked across their skin. His bullet wound grotesque. Fresh blood pouring from the center. It was blue and white around the edges and yellow puss secreted from several spots. It was infected.
"Great." She muttered, "Just great. I hull your ass through black stormy water, hold you onto a broken ship mast and get you to this island just so you can die of a fucking infection? Shit!"
She looked inland through the trees. What if there were people on the island? She figured the chances were good. Every island Luffy and his Crew visited on the Grand Line had people, or at least two giants.
Could she leave Kid here? But what could she do for him? She was a freaking ghost. She couldn't bring his fever down. She couldn't make a bandage by tearing their clothes- she could touch her clothes.
She pulled her black hoodie off, tugging and pulling at the thick black fabric. No good. She folded the hoodie longways and tied it around him. That should at least stop the bleeding. Now what? Kid's fingers curled in the sand, releasing and curling again. His breaths came in short, heavy pants. His whole body drenched with sweat.
She needed to cool him down.
His eyes opened halfway. Brown eyes glazed over.
"Kid. Kid , do you hear me? You have a fever." She told him, keeping her voice low and even. "I'm going to go look for help. Wait here and don't move and don't get eaten and don't die! Dammit, if you die I swear I'll kill you."
"Don t." Kid wheezed, his hand lifted feebly, reaching for her tank.
"Yeah, yeah. Your manly pride. Fuck it Kid. I will not let you die. You son-of-a-bitch I swear I won't let you die."
"-Fuck you." Kid's fingers curled around her tank, pulling her down.
"I'm going now and thees nothing you can do." Her voice cracked.
"No really."Kid propped himself on his elbows. "I'm going, to fuck you."
He was on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His mouth clamped onto hers, deep and full of longing. His body ground into her, his free hand exploring her chest.
"Kid! St-stop! You're hurt!" She screamed against his mouth. He pulled away, moving down to bite and suck at her collarbone. She screamed and shouted. Fear dominating her thoughts. Kid tugged at her jeans. "Stop! Please!"
She didn't want to have sex. Not this way. Call her a dreamer but she wanted to save herself dammit! She wanted to find a great guy that was strong and didn't mind talking about feelings. A guy that would kill all the bugs and fix all the broken stuff. She was going to have a small private wedding and wear a big puffy dress. Yes, she wanted to be a princess on her wedding day.
Kid tugged off her pants, fingering her.
She screamed as pain erupted on her left arm. The tattoo of the tiger, half it's body outlined in purple, burned with searing pain. Kid growled, letting go of her to hold his right arm. He rolled off her and onto to the smoldering fire.
He howled with pain, hot ashes burning into his back. Kat grabbed him, pulling him off the smothered fire. She rolled him onto his stomach to examine his back. Three wooden coals burrowed into his skin. She clawed them off, burning her fingers. The coals hit the sand, their fires burning out.
She collapsed onto the sand, her body sore. Kid was out like a light beside her. His fever going down.
What the hell just happened.
"Nice panties."
The words every woman loved to hear.
Kat shot up, looking down at her jean-less legs, then to Kid. She saw her pants five feet away, on the other side of Kid. Stare down. Kat eyed the man, he wasn't going to let her pass him without a fight.
She faked to the right, dashing to the left and diving down through the sand like a jackknife. She went shallow and wide, coming up diagonally from Kid. Her jeans three feet away. They both dived at once. Kat landed on her jeans, putting a death grip on it. Kid was on her, arms wrapping around her in a full nelson.
"Come on!" She cried, kicking her legs, and swinging her arms like a little child. "I just want my jeans!"
"No." Kid yanked the pants from her grip then kicking her into the sand. He slung her jeans across his back, taunting her. "You want them you get them."
No way in hell was she going around this island in her underwear.
"You shitty bastard."
"That's the shitty-est bastard to you bitch."
She did an extravagant bow. "Yes your Shittyness."
"Now come on. We're going to explore the island."
She gave him a look. "What happened to staying on the beach?"
"This happened." He pointed to his side. Her hoodie still tired around it, blood dripping out of the fabric. "It hurts like hell."
"It's infected." She perked up, a good idea going to her. "Maybe we should amputate."
"Yeah." Kid shouted, "Why don't we just cut my head off and put it in a glass container. Maybe build me a robot body too! With laser beams and x-ray vision!"
"That's the best idea you've had!" Kat gave the thumbs up.
"Yeah! Right!" Sarcasm.
"Come on." Kat smiled, "I'll make sure you get crab claws for hands, and rocket launchers for legs. You'd be the most bad ass pirate on the sea!"
"Crab claws are stupid." He started walking down the beach, heading for the river. "I should be able to transform into a submarine or a ship."
"Like a transformer?"
"A what?"
"Oh, there's this TV show where I'm from called Transformers. It's about these robots that come to earth and can transform into cars or planes."
"TV?" Kid cocked an eyebrow. "Cars? Planes?"
Kat was confudled-yes that is a word... to her-how the hell do you explain a car or a plane?
They came to the what she dubbed the 'Sexy Animal Orgy Party' beach. It was empty. Thank god. If she strained her ears she could hear the faint roar of the river.
"Well TV is this box that has recordings of people and sound. Like a den den mushi only different. People record shows which are dramas or stories played by actors. Its like watching the theater only at your home.
"Cars are like horse-drawn wagons without the horses. They have an engine that moves the wheels and makes the wagon move forward. And planes are... giant man-made metal birds that can fly through the sky and carry people."
"Your world has fucked up shit." Kid commented.
"That ain't the half of it..." Kat said vaguely.
The river loomed in the hazy distance. Kat glanced around them. A sudden fog crept down the beach, silently swallowing them. They could hear the river's roar growing louder but the fog was too thick. They couldn't see a thing five feet from their own faces.
"Careful." Kat warned
"Quit worrying. I have ears. Only an idiot would fall into a river this loud."
They stumbled upon the river, Kat floating two feet over the water before noticing.
Behind her Kid grinned.
"Shut up."
They followed the river inland. The fog faded but the snow grew 's breath turning into steam. He rubbed his arms, doing his duty as a man and enduring the cold. Snow fell silently from the sky. Every sound lost to the snow but the crunch of Kid's bare feet.
The strange white fruit became more abundant the further in they went. The river churned faster. The sky cloudless and the sun shone bright, but gave no warmth. Around noon Kid stopped for a short rest, pulling down her hoodie to look at his side.
It was getting worse.
He ate four pieces of fruit, licking the white juice off his fingers.
"Palm trees on the outside. Pine trees inside." Kat commented dryly. The Grand Line never failed to amaze her.
The pine trees were as tall as three story houses, their trunks as wide as a car. As far as they could see in any direction, all there was was pine trees. The pine forest, with ever lasting green needles and pure white snow, the only word to describe it: tranquil.
"Hey! Kid. Are you okay?"
Kid shivered in response. Kat floated up beside him. Her stomach twisting in knots, trying to crush her worry and embrace it all together. She hated how she wanted to help him. Shitty Morals. She wished she knew how cold it was. It could have been a hundred degrees below zero and she would be none the wiser.
"It's cold as shit." Kid said through clenched teeth.
"I thought shit was supposed to be warm and squishy."
"Heheh."
Kid staggered on his feet, tumbling forward and into the river.
"Kid!" Kat followed him into the rushing water, grabbing hold of his arm. The current too strong for her. They rocketed down river, Kid scraping across they rocky bottom. The river flung them aside mercilessly at it's next bend. Kat almost lost her grip on his arm. She pulled him onto the snow bank. She checked to see if he was still breathing.
That water had to be freezing. She ran her hands down his face.
"Wake up." She rubbed his chest, and arms. "Come on. Wake up."
Water squirted from Kid's mouth. He sat up on his elbows, coughing.
"Shit." He moaned, falling back into the snow.
"Aw hell no." Kat heaved him onto his feet. "You need to keep moving. Keep your blood running." She wrapped her arms around him, if they could touch each other then they could share body heat. "This is the last time I'll ever try so hard for you. The next island we get to and you nearly kill your ass don't come looking to me for help."
"Can't turn back now, can we?" Kid closed his eyes.
"Keep those damn eyes open!"
"Fire." Kid mumbled.
"Uh, hello? Ghost. Remember."
"Fire."
"I can't make a freaking fire!"
"You bitch. Shut up and look."
Kat was ready to dump his ass in the nearest snow pile when she saw it. Ten feet away from the bank was the burnt out remains of a fire.
A camp site. People lived on the island.
Holy shit they were saved.
The camp site was a fire, long since dead. Foot prints laced the snow, a set of large prints often trailing into the woods and coming back. A smaller set trailed around the fire.
"There are people." Kid muttered, doubled over at the waist.
"I think we should keep following the river." Kat moved below Kid, acting as his crutch, and heat source.
A light fog drifted around them. The river, an intangible blur as water rocketed into white unknown. It's current faster than ever. The fog was light but made it impossible to tell where they were. Without the river to follow she would have been good as lost.
Kid wasn't faring any better, depending on her for support. How long since he fell into the river? Twenty minutes, thirty? She didn't know how long it took for hypothermia to take affect. She examined his face. His lips were turning blue.
She tightened herself against him, rubbing his arms and chest, giving him any warmth she could. A twig snapped. She stopped. Fear washing over her. More twigs snapped.
"W-who's there!" She cried,. "I'm a ghost! I'll eat your soul if you mean harm! AAAAAHHHHH!"
She ran into a tall man. Kid slipped from her hands. The man studied her, then looked to Kid. In one fluid motion he lifted Kid and carried him into the fog.
More men appeared, all of them following the river.
Kat blinked, doing double takes.
All the men. Were naked.
The river emptied into a circular chasm at the very center of the island. The chasm was a mile in diameter and impossible to tell how far down it went. Kat tried floating down to see how deep but when she went so far down that all sun light vanished and still couldn't hear the water hitting bottom she gave up.
A village of wooden lean-to's covered in animal skin littered the edge of the chasm. The more daring people living right on it's rocky ledge. Numerous fires burned around the village, men and woman gathered around them, chatting.
The people were friendly and open. They treated Kid's wound and even made a lean-to for him to rest in. The only thing Kat noticed was strange was that everyone was naked.
Okay. Not strange. It was freaking weird. Kat stayed inside of Kid's lean-to, too scared to go outside. Why were all these people naked! Isn't if cold outside? How could they just walk around naked like it was the middle of summer!
The villagers were fascinated by her's and Kid's clothes. They had never seen clothes before! They tried to touch her, and when their fingers passed through her they screamed in fright. At least they knew what a ghost was.
They had tried to take Kid's clothes too but Kat scared them off, shouting her empty threats of eating their souls and taking their bodies.
Speaking of clothes... where were her jeans?
"Hey." Kat smacked Kid's face. The man awoke with a start.
"The hell bitch!" He growled, rubbing his eyes. He felt the fur blanket that covered him and examined the lean-to. It was three feet high and six feet long, and four feet wide. The stripped saplings that made it smelled strongly of pine.
"Where."
"Some village. We're at the center of the island. Remember the river? It empties into this giant hole! It's huge. And really deep too. And where are my jeans."
"Your what?"
"My freaking pants!"
"Left them on the beach."
Kat gaped, scouring her memory. Kid didn't have her jeans when they reached the river. How could she not notice! How could she forget about her jeans? She started to cry.
"Crying over clothes?" Kid ruffled her hair, she didn't care. It was messed up enough, after who knows how long neglect.
"N-no..." She lied, scrambling for a response. "I-I'm j-just glad that... that... your okay!"
Stupid.
"I told you." Kid grinned, laying on his back. "I die hard."
"Yeah."
She laid down beside him, watching him sleep. God, she thought, I'm starting to act like Edward Cullen. I hate that guy. Kid's face was passive as he slept. She tried not to stare. There was not much else to look at. She thought a lot while Kid slept. Thinking about what things meant to her, where she stood. Death, murder, Kid, her father, Becky, the magic book. By the time Kid woke up her mind was a mountain heap of tangled thoughts.
"Oh, by the way." She said as Kid started to crawl out of the lean-to. "Everyone here is naked."
"The women?"
"And the men. Oh and they have a fascination with clothes. They'll try to strip you so be careful."
Kid stopped moving, debating.
"Would it be the women-"
"Men will too."
"But the women-"
"Are fat, some super skinny, others have big buggy eyes. None are your type."
"You're lieing."
"Nope."
"You don't know my type of woman."
"I can take a guess."
"Go for it."
She studied him critically, humming and 'ahh'ing to herself. "Tall. Blond. Cup size C. Slutty."
Kid crawled out of the lean-to.
"Try small, A-cup virgin brunettes." He called.
Her heart skipped five beats. Her face redened.
"He doesn't mean it." She told herself, sinking into the ground. "He's just teasing you."
She stayed in that tiny lean-to, quelling the butterflies that had erupted in her heart. Was she falling for Kid? He was always her favorite character but he's a real jerk! Yeah he was hot. But jerk-ness overrules appearance. Besides, she thought, he would never kill bugs for her.
The sun was setting when boredom finally forced the small girl out of the lean-to. The sunlight reflected against the spray of the waterfall. Ten rainbows shooting off the waterfall in a ring of color. The people were together in couples of mixed or same gender. She couldn't see Kid.
To the side of the waterfall, piles upon piles of the white fruit were stacked. Each couple took a turn coming to the pile and eating from the fruit then disappearing into a lean-to.
She floated to a couple, two woman, getting ready to eat the fruit.
"What's going on?" She asked, her gut twisting.
"Noctis Amo" One answered, smiling. "Night to love. A night to celebrate the Cupio fruit that only grows once a year."
Kat stared at the white, grape-like fruit. "It there... something special about it?"
"Yes." The other woman said, picking up a fruit and biting into it, white juices dribbling down her chin. "It enhances one's desire for sex. It makes females more reproductive, and it gives one the energy of five people. On Noctis Amo, the last day the Cupio fruit grows, we feast on it and make love all night long."
"Fucking hell!" Kat screamed. It's the fruit! It's why Kid was able to walk after bleeding out at sea for three days. Why he attacked her that night.
She needed to find him, they needed to get off this island!
"Where is he!" She shouted after the two woman who had left for their lean-to.
"Over there." The woman pointed to the other side of the river, at another pile of fruit. Kid was being carried by a tall man with dark hair. Kid was very pale, blood dripping from his side. The man put the fruit in Kid's mouth, moving his jaw so he chewed.
"No!" Kat screamed shooting across the river. She drove straight through the man and into Kid, knocking him from the mans grasp.
"Ghost girl!" The man shouted. "Do not disturb our practices of Noctis Amo!"
"No way in hell will I let you touch him!" She screamed. "He doesn't want to have sex with a man!"
"There is no gender here." The man stepped forward imposingly. Other people stopped in their tracks, dark faces focused on her. "You're time on the earth is up child. Do not hold to the pleasures of the flesh and be released to the other earthly plane. Do not hinder the living."
"I'm not a ghost!" She scuttled to her feet, dragging Kid across the ground. Everyone was advancing upon her. She backed against the chasm. The villagers were surrounding her. "I'm alive alright! I just can't touch anything. And you know what? I hate it! I hate not being able to help.
"Yeah, I saved him during the storm, I kept him on that log. For what? To watch him bleed for three days, to get an infection, to get to this stupid fucking island! Yeah I saved his life, but for what? So that I could watch him suffer? I couldn't help him when he had a fever. I couldn't help him when his wound got worse. I couldn't do a damn thing!
"But I will not be so damn useless now! I won't let you have him. I won't let you! I'll-"
"You'll do what?" The man was closer, sneering at her. "What can you do? Can you fight us off? You can't."
He made a grab for Kid and she jerked Kid to the side. They formed a half circle around them. She was running out of room. She needed to think. Dark, deep chasm behind her and rapists before her. She couldn't go forward. Could she go backwards? Could she do it? No, there was no way... it was too risky.
Why was she stopping that man? It was a hard question. She could end the curse here and now. If she let this man have Kid then the curse would broken. Didn't she decide, back on that island, that she would get him to have sex with a man?
She made her choice.
"I can stop you." Kat said.
The dark haired man stepped closer. "We'll summon our shaman ghost. We'll send you to the otherworld. You have no place here on the earthly plane."
The dark haired man was sweating. His breaths, short pants. It was the fruit taking effect. Beneath her Kid's body grew unbearably hot. The people backed off as the fruit overcame them. Their sexual desire pumping into overdrive.
"I can stop you. "Kat repeated. I can stop you without even touching you. I can stop you, by not even giving you the option of taking him."
The man was overcome by desire. His eyes glazed over. He couldn't control himself any longer. He lunged forward, making a grab for Kid. Kat wrapped her arms around Kid's waist and jumped off the edge, trusting in dumb luck. They hurled downward, falling uncontrollably into darkness.
"Ugh..."
"Awake?"
"Goddamn..."
"You. Owe me. Big time."
"Is that?"
"The ship? Yep. I saw them the moment we came out of that underwater tunnel. I flew over and told them you needed treatment."
"Underwater tunnel?"
"Remember that chasm? Leads to this super long underwater tunnel that went on for miles. It was dark, but a straight shot. It spit us out on some small island."
"An underwater tunnel." He couldn't believe it either.
She gave him a tired smile. "You should rest."
He stared at her, his face empty. "Why'd you stop them."
She jumped. "W-what are you talking about? Stopped who? How could I stop anyone? I'm a ghost remember?"
Kid growled. "Don't play dumb. Back there, at that village. That guy was going to do it with me and you stopped him."
"Ooh... that..." She looked away, pressing her knees against her chest.
"If you had let him then the curse-"
"I was almost raped when I was seven."
"That-"
"My father got drunk and tried to rape me." Tears streamed down her eyes. "It was the scariest moment of my life. He threw me against the kitchen table and stripped me. My mom came home. Saw us and grabbed a pan off the oven and smacked him with it. Then she turned on me.
"'How could you do this to me?' She screamed at me. ' You filthy bitch'. She grabbed a knife and attacked me." Kat lifted her tank, showing the two, long diagonal scars across her stomach. "I ran away. I ran and ran. Eventually I got to the park and I stopped.
"That's when I meet her. She was sitting inside the monkey bars. She was like me. I knew the moment I saw her that we were just alike. That how me and Becky meet. We've been together ever since."
Fat tears rolled down her eyes. She told him her deepest secret. It was something she never talked about, never thought of. She never even told Becky, though she probably figured it out. Becky was so smart.
They sat in silence, watching as the ship inched it's way to them. Kid noticed something wrong with the ship. The sails were torn and holes littered the hull. That ship had been in a serious fight. It tugged through the deep water, the hull sliding onto shore. The crew jumped off.
They were all a bloody mess. Killer was limping.
"What the hell happened." Kid asked his first mate.
"Those monkeys." Killer said. "They belonged to a pirate crew. The one that the Marines chased off that island. A monkey stowed away on our ship, and came up after you fell over board. It took the Log Post and threw it into the sea, and started to create mayhem everywhere. We couldn't catch it and for days it tormented us.
"It found the den den mushi and took that too, the shitty thing called it's ship and they found us. They had a freaking warship. We got away, but just barely."
"Shit. So were stuck." Kid kicked the sand. "Shit! Without the Log Post..."
"Why don't we make a compass?" Kat said suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her. She wished she had jeans. "I mean why don't we try to make a compass, it's better than nothing."
"Normal compasses don't work in the Grand Line." Killer said.
Kat nodded in agreement, a crazy theory forming in her mind. "What I'm trying to say is. Normal compasses are made outside of the Grand Line. But if we made on inside it-"
Killer shot her down then and there. "That won't work."
"I'm just trying to help..."
"Lets focus on fixing the ship." Kid climbed on board, assessing all the damage.
Killer stared at her. She shifted uneasy. What was he thinking under that mask of his? She had never seen under his mask, despite all her attempts. Why was he staring at her? What it because she only wore a tank and underwear? She'll kill that pervert!
Finally Killer spoke. "Nice Hickey."
"What!" She dashed through the air to Kid. "You gave me a hickey!"
Kid grinned.
She'll kill that pervert!
Tally Mai-chan: Hope you enjoyed this Kat/Kid centric chapter! Poor girl, never seems like she can get a break. Will she ever get pants? Or maybe another hickey... Mufufufu. And what about Rebecka? Find out next chapter!
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