I realise that in the past year, I have only posted four chapters. But I promise that after the BigBang is over, I will update more regularly (and my that I mean more often than once every three months XD)

Thanks to Vergina-spva and MyLadyDay for beta'ing

Enjoy ^^

Chapter 4

"I can't believe you talked me into this." Kid watched his new dance students from a distance, Killer standing next to him. This was the first class he would teach, a beginner's class, but he would start an advanced class the day after tomorrow.

"Why? You need the money and they are willing to pay. Unless you'd prefer to sell something from yourself," his friend said, blowing his bangs out his eyes.

Kid looked at him. "You mean like a kidney?"

Killer turned his head, his hair already covering his face again. "Possibly, but I was aiming at something that… replenishes itself."

"I don't think any organ grows back in the human body," the redhead responded with a raised eyebrow.

Killer stared at him for a while, but then burst into laughter. "Sperm! I was talking about selling your sperm. Honestly, keep talking like that and everyone will think you're a virgin." He started to push Kid in the direction of the other students. "Come on, time to teach."

Kid laughed awkwardly and let himself be pushed along. When he was standing in front of the students, he nervously ran his hand through his gel styled hair. Killer slapped his hand away. "Good luck," he murmured and walked off.

Kid looked at the group of students who were staring at him. Some seemed surprised that he, apparently, was their teacher. Kid put up his usual scowl, but then changed his mind and tried to look friendly – these people were paying him, after all – failing miserably. Settling for a semi-scowl that hopefully wouldn't scare the more weak-hearted students, he took a deep breath. "My name's Kid and the first person who laughs I will punch in the face."

Killer had told him that that guy from the garage had made fun of his name and even the remembrance made his eye twitch in anger. If he saw that guy one more time, he would definitely strangle him, slowly and painfully, preferably. Why the hell had he even suggested Kid would look at his ass?! Even just the thought was disgusting.

He looked around expectantly, but when none of the students said anything – though some had turned a few shades paler, probably because of his murderous glare – he continued: "Good. I'm gonna teach you losers how to dance. How many of you know how to ballroom dance?"

Some hesitant hands rose, but not all of them, so Kid sighed. "Alright, you," he pointed at some random chick, "help me demonstrate the right pose."

The girl did as asked, though she snorted at his tone. She had long pink hair that clashed with Kid's own, and an impressive bosom. Well, impressive in the sense that she was still able to walk upright with those huge boobs. To be honest, Kid had never seen the appeal of large tits. They were just blobs of fat, really, probably causing back pain. While they probably made a great pillow, to Kid, they were just baby feeders and nothing else.

The girl plopped the remainder of what to Kid appeared to be a sandwich in her mouth, quickly wiped her hands on her shorts and grabbed Kid's hand while she placed her other hand on his shoulder. She didn't seem scared of him, which wasn't as annoying as Kid expected. Refreshing really.

He started counting and guided her steps. She was quite good actually, though Kid would have preferred it if she wouldn't chew right next to his ear.

While he twirled her around, still counting their steps, he had the time to study her face. She was pretty, with green eyes and red painted lips. Underneath her right eye, she had a golden ring through her cheek. Kid had to admit he kinda liked piercings, especially in less conventional places. Perhaps if her chest wasn't pressing up against him despite the distance between them, he'd like her.

He realised the other students were still watching when they halted and an applause sounded. His cheeks lightly flushed by the attention, he said: "And that's how you do it."

He demonstrated again, slowly, before telling the students to team up and try for themselves. Same sex pairings argued about who would lead until he barked at them to hurry up because he would demonstrate again. The pink haired girl remained his partner throughout the class, though every once in a while he left her to check up on the students.

Some of them just couldn't get it right and Kid had trouble keeping his temper in check. Honestly, if one more person stepped on someone's toes – or worse, his toes when he took over to try to make them feel the rhythm – he couldn't be held responsible for his actions.

Correcting postures and steps took longer than he expected, but when he turned to apologise to his partner, he saw her sitting on a bench and munching on a chicken leg she had produced from out of nowhere. Perhaps that was what that gigantic bosom was for, he couldn't help but think. Still, he had to admire her appetite.

The hour and a half he had for the dance class – Killer had somehow arranged they could use a hall at the gym and enough people had signed up to be able to pay the rent and still make money – went by fairly quickly and Kid sighed relieved when the students started to retreat to the changing rooms. While he had scared quite a few people, he hadn't lost his temper or hit anyone. Though, he would have to hope that people would still come back or he'd have to return their money. That wouldn't do at all.

When he turned around, he saw the girl who had been his partner still sitting on the bench, eating a biscuit. Wondering where she kept all that food hidden – it couldn't be in the clothes she was wearing, because that weren't many – and if she always ate like that, how she could keep an hourglass figure, he sat down next to her, wiping his brow with the towel he had put ready beforehand.

"Sorry you couldn't dance much," he said, the anger slowly draining from his body.

"That's okay," she replied shrugging, wiping the crumbs from her mouth. "I only came here because someone talked me into it. Kudos for not strangling that bunch of klutzes. Ah, I'm Bonney, by the way."

"Kid." Hesitantly, he took her hand. Bonney was different than other girls he had met. For one, she didn't work on his nerves within five minutes. "Say, I'm gonna go for a swim until I don't want to punch someone anymore. You wanna join?"

She thought for a second, but then nodded. "But only if we're gonna eat something after."

He stared at her for a second. During the dance class, he had seen her eat a sandwich, a banana, a chicken leg and a cookie, and she was still hungry? Well, apparently she had a healthy appetite, so he shrugged. "Sure."

When he came out of the changing room at the pool, Bonney was already waiting. She was wearing a green bikini and her hair was tied in a bun. Some annoying guys at the other end of the pool where whistling at her, though they immediately stopped when Kid came standing next to her.

Kid shot them a glare and asked Bonney: "You want me to punch them?"

"Nah, if they come over I'll do that myself. No need to have you kicked out of the pool." She rolled her eyes. "Like they stand a chance anyway." With a gracious arch, she dove into the water.

Kid cast another murderous look over to the guys, who hastily scattered, before the redhead dove into the water himself. He didn't often bring people when he wanted to swim, because he used the time to clear his head and swim a few lengths to work of his aggression. If he brought people, they would only disturb him and that would make him want to punch them in the face, the exact opposite of his goal.

Bonney, however, turned out to be a good choice. She only bothered him once to announce she was gonna have French fries and if he wanted too. He refused, since Bonney confirmed that they would still eat something after, and continued his lengths.

Swimming worked wonders to clear his mind, but somehow, his thoughts led back to the black haired guy who he met in the train. When he had picked up the motorcycle, he had said that their meeting was a coincidence and Kid didn't doubt that, since the motor had been brought in by another guy on a day he had been working. The bike had been nice, though the flames had been painted on a little sloppily. Next time he might offer to do a better job.

Then again, if the owner was friends with him, Kid wasn't sure he would want to help, no matter how awesome his motorcycle was. Still, this better be the last time he met that tattooed freak, or he would actually have to murder him. When he was in a museum a while ago, there was an exhibition on torture devices. It was rather satisfying to imagine that guy stretched out on the rack, the muscles from his stomach pulled taut…

Pain shot through his head when it hit the end of the pool, before everything went dark and he sunk underwater.

Something pressed hard on his chest before he felt lips against his own and air was blown into his lungs. Feeling a little dizzy still, he opened his eyes, but the room was too bright. What the hell had happened?

"Oi!" a voice called from close by.

Opening his eyes again, carefully this time, he was met by a vague shape that slowly turned sharper until he recognised Bonney. She sighed in relief. "Man, you gave me a scare." Playfully, she punched his shoulder. "I thought you knew this pool like the back of your hand."

Carefully, Kid sat up and rubbed his head. He had quite a bump, but it didn't seem to bleed. Several people were standing around him and Bonney, looking shocked or relieved. He was about to stand up when Bonney pushed him down again. "Just wait until the paramedics get here," she said.

"Paramedics?" An image of the guy from the train flashed through his mind. He had been reading a medical book. What if he worked in the hospital? What if he was a paramedic? Dizzily, he grabbed his head again. Fuck, he was in no shape to kill anyone. This was all that guy's fault! Why the hell had Kid been thinking about him in the first place?!

The paramedics came in along with a stretcher. Fortunately, Kid's nightmare to be felt up by him didn't became reality as the paramedics were completely different people. One of them knelt next to him and tried to examine him, but he pushed them away. "Don't fucking touch me! I'm fine!"

Bonney kicked him in the shin. "Don't be a douche and let them do their job."

Begrudged, he did as she told him, though he wasn't sure why. The paramedic checked his pupil reaction and cleared him. Kid sighed in relief when he was allowed to go home. At least he didn't risk running into him again.

Bonney helped him up and they walked to the showers together. Kid was a bit instable on his feet, but managed to shower by himself. Bonney threatened him that if he wasn't out of the changing room in fifteen minutes, she would assume he was unconscious and barge in. He made sure he was out in ten.

His bag slung over his shoulder, he walked out of the pool with Bonney. Outside, a girl with pink hair – though a lighter shade than Bonney's – and wearing a Lolita dress was waiting. When she saw Bonney, she waved and approached.

"Oh, Kiddo, this is Perona. Perona, Kid," Bonney introduced them. "Perona will join us for dinner," she explained.

Kid winced at the nickname, but decided not to say anything about it. Somehow, he had gotten a vibe from Bonney that she wasn't someone one would want to make angry. The playful punch she had given him had already been painful enough.

"So how was dance class?" Perona asked as she grabbed Bonney's arm.

Bonney let out a laugh. "Entertaining. I think he scared off all his students with his deadly glare." She turned around to Kid and stuck out her tongue.

Kid scowled at her and strolled after the girls who were headed for the cafeteria while he wondered if he could suppress his headache with a hangover.