***(Y/N) POV***

"Why the fuck are wench's clothes so expensive?!"

I rolled my eyes as Kid threw back another price tag, trying to focus on my hunt through the racks. He had insisted that he needed to accompany me to the boutique on the island so I wouldn't spend too much of his money, but he was just being a royal pain in my ass.

"Women's, Kid. Not wench's. Have some tact." I sighed, picking up a tube top and studying the stitching. "This was your plan, anyway. If you're not going to help me, then go to the tavern with your dudebros."

Grumbling a slew of insults under his breath, Kid continued to look around, turning his nose up at almost everything. Just seeing him standing in the store anyone could tell it didn't fit his aesthetic, but I wasn't trying to please his tastes. I had to think of what could help me pass as a lady of the night.

At least that term sounds less...filthy...

"What about this?" Tilting my head, I held up a golden, strapless dress with a cutaway torso and back. Kid barely took a second to even focus before he was showing his teeth, the skin around his nose wrinkling in disgust.
"You ain't showing that much skin. You'll look like a whore."

Deadpan, I couldn't even laugh at his response because it was so ridiculous.
"That's the point, my dude." Slinging the dress over my shoulder, I went on with my hunt, calling back on my memories of hookers I had seen slinking around the bars at night. I knew I needed to be at least a little classier than that, but it didn't hurt to use their styles as a base.

"This." Glancing up from the rack, I had to blink a few times when I saw what Kid was holding. It was a short, black A-line dress, very cinched at the waist. Cap-sleeved, cold shoulder, it was actually something I may have chosen for myself at some stage. That was the problem.
"It's pretty...but, uh, Kiddo...It isn't something a high end prostitute would wear..." I pointed out, raising a brow in daring question to a woman who gave me a horrified look from across the store.

"Whatever. You're getting it anyway. You stink, wearing the same three things all the time, and you've put tit bumps in all of Killer's shirts, you rank bitch..." Mimicking me by throwing the garment over his shoulder, Kid tried to act tough, but I found his words sweet once I deciphered their true meaning. He was being nice, in his own, Eustass-y way.

That store ended up being a bust, and I was pretty sure Kid just ended up stealing the dress he had chosen once we were back out on the street. People were giving us wary looks, and walking around us with wide births, and it kind of made me feel important even though I knew it wasn't me that they were scared of.

I mean, he does look important, strutting around all big and tall, with his fur-

"I have an idea." I reached out and grabbed Kid's arm, starting to drag him off to the left. Surprisingly, he didn't fight back, but the grumbling sure did commence.
"Quit dragging me around like I belong to you, you dumbass!" He snapped, despite following me with reluctant obedience.

"Upper class, um, escourts, usually wear furs. If I can find a fancy fur coat, all I need is some lingerie to go under it, maybe some nice boots, and I'll look the part! What did you say my budget was again? I know furs can be expensive." I explained, nearly pulling my entire arm out of my own socket when Kid stopped following me.

"If it's furs you want, I got plenty back on the ship. I ain't spending that much on you. I ain't your sugar daddy, sweetheart." He growled, snatching his arm back and shoving his hand in his pocket. "And don't you go tryin' to compare me to some slut for hire because I wear furs...bitch..."

Damn. He knows me too well.

Smiling up at him, used to his slanderous names for me, I clapped my hands together with enthusiasm.
"I'll trust you have the fur covered, then! All we need are boots and some sexy underwear, then! Ándale!" Pointing in the direction I hoped we would find what we were looking for, I barely took a step before the hulking man grabbed me by the scruff, lifting me a few inches off the ground.

"I am not going to look at that kind of shit with you." He hissed, trying in vain to intimidate me with his sharp, pearly whites. "Dresses were already too much. I have a fucking reputation to uphold. What do you think people'll think seeing Eustass Captain Kid browsing around in a shop like that with some scruffy little shit like you?"

Instinctively, my knees raised a little, so I really looked like a puppy being scolded by its owner as he held me above the ground. People were staring, but I didn't mind.
"Uh...they'd think wow! What a lucky guy! How'd he score a hot piece of ass like that while looking like he ran bang smack, face first into the side of a parked ship?!"

Dragging me close into his face, Kid's throat was rumbling with a deep, gritty sound. It was animalistic, and kind of cool to hear.
"I will beat your ass, right here, right now!" He spat in a loud whisper, and I smirked back at him, letting him know I was about to be what I was best. A brat.

"You'll eat my ass, right here right now?! On the street, in front of all these people?!" I shouted, motioning around to the small crowd of people who had stopped to stare. "Well I never, Eustass! At least buy me dinner first! I am a lady, after all!"

He dropped me in an instant, right on my behind, cheeks blooming and invisible brows furrowed.
"Th..that ain't what I said, you little freak! Get up and start walking, dammit!"

Awwww. He's shy.

At least I had convinced him to come along with me. Sure, I had no problem wandering around on my own, but it honestly felt nice to have company for a change. Being alone had its perks sometimes, but having a companion, even one as crabby as Kid, was a nice change.

It was also an entertaining plus that Kid looked absolutely mortified to be in a store specialising in lady's delicates.

"May I help you today, my dear?" The clerk was a snappily dressed gentleman, pot-bellied and squat, which came as no surprise to me. He took my hand and gave it a kiss, which certainly irked me, but it seemed to bother Kid more than it bothered me.

"Actually, I was after your classiest set. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction?" I wasn't used to being treated like a lady, seeing as I usually disguised myself as a boy, but I did my best to sound as purely feminine as possible.

"Oh, I know something that would suit your gorgeous body flawlessly! If you would follow me..." Without seeking permission, the man hooked his arm with mine and lead me off, but I could hear Kid stomping after us from behind. It was his agitated stomp.

The man lead me to a mannequin that was dressed in a luxurious looking lingerie set - off white with golden trim, beaded and laced, looking more like treasure than undergarments.
"Wow, this looks...expensive..." I murmured, reaching out to trace the curve of one of the cups with my finger.

"Seventy thousand berries, to be precise. But...for you, my dear, I can drop it down to thirty thousand. That's a grand deal, and I don't do it often." He was still holding my arm, and I could feel the damp heat radiating from his pits.

Turning to look to Kid, I noticed his jaw was clamped tight, and he was looking at the man's arm instead of the mannequin.
"Uh, what do you think? You're the one with the money, so I don't wanna say yes unless you're cool with it."

All I received was a low grunt in return, so I turned back to look at the set and popped my lips, trying not to focus on the man beside me too much. I didn't want to risk losing that kind of discount.

I have nothing to worry about because I'm not alone anymore.

"I think that was a yes. I'll take it." I confirmed, relieved when the man released my arm. Instead, he moved his hand to the small of my back and gave me a little nudge, pulling out a ribbon of measuring tape with the other.
"Wonderful! I'll just take you to the fitting rooms to get your measurements, and-"

Even I jumped when I felt the clerk's hand being ripped from my back, and I turned to find Kid holding him tightly by the wrist.
"I'll be doing the measuring. Got it?" He looked like he was ready to snap the guy's arm clean off, and there was no way the fatso was up for a fight.

Begrudgingly, yet still looking like he was about to wet his expensive suit, he handed the measuring tape over to Kid and pointed towards the back of the store.
"O..of course, Sir...R..right over there..."

Kid nudged me into a walk, and I obediently did as I was instructed, keeping silent until we were in the small changing room with the curtain pulled closed. Staring up at Kid, having to strain my neck since we were so close, I raised a questioning brow.
"Thanks for that...I didn't know you cared."

Scoffing, Kid just rolled his eyes, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me to face away from him.
"Shut up. He's a creep, and I've already seen your dumb tits, so..." He removed his hands and sighed, poking at the small of my back. "Take the shirt off. I won't look unless you tell me to."

As I did as I was told, I felt nervous all of a sudden. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable around Kid anymore. No, I probably trusted him a lot more than I should have considering our circumstances, but we were so close in the tiny cubicle, and the temperature was rising.

Yo, nah, you idiot. Don't go and let yourself be attracted to that. Bad idea, sister.

Once I was topless, I lifted my arms just enough so he could take the measurements of my bust, chewing on my lip as he did so. He was being uncharacteristically careful, and oddly quiet.
"So...has Killer settled down about things at all? I asked him this morning, but he just told me not to worry about it. That's exactly the kind of response that makes a person worry..." I asked, flinching a little when he shifted the tape.

"He's still pissed, but that's just the kinda person he is. We ain't at each other's throats, if that's what you mean..." The redhead replied, moving to measure the width of my hips. I struggled to keep myself from wriggling around too much, keeping my head down and staring at the carpeted floor below us.

"Well, for what it's worth...I trust you. I haven't known you that long, but I know you're not the type to go sacrificing your crew." I murmured, swallowing thick when he began measuring the width of my shoulders from the front. He was close behind me, and I could feel his breath fanning against the back of my neck.

"You ain't an official crew member yet. Don't get ahead of yourself." He muttered, but there was little venom to his voice. "But you're smart to trust me. I'm the future pirate king, after all." I couldn't help but chuckle a little, half due to his confidence, and half due to my embarrassment for having my breasts out on display, even though he couldn't see them.

"I'm sure you'll change your tune once I flawlessly carry out this plan of yours, Kiddo. You'll be begging me to join your band of merry misfits." I snickered, yelping when he all of a sudden let the measuring tape lift to my throat, holding it in one hand like a leash as he pulled me back into his chest.

Moving his face so his nose was just barely brushing my temple, he spoke in a low register, and I could feel it vibrate against my skin.
"If anyone'll be begging...it's gonna be you, sweetheart..." He whispered, keeping his makeshift noose tight, but not so much that it could cut off my air supply. "But if you do well...I'll consider letting you stay with me..."

Help. I'm feeling things. Aaaaaaaa.

With a faint chuckle, Kid finally released me, and I poorly tried to mask my fluster by grabbing my shirt and starting to pull it back on, turning around once I was fully covered again.
"Y..yeah, well...we'll see about that, now w..won't we..?"

Kid went to roll his eyes, but before he could get his pupils all the way around again they locked onto something, and his lip curled back into a vicious snarl.
"That son of a fucking bitch..!" Ripping the curtain back, Kid stormed out, and I followed the line of where he had been looking.

My stomach dropped when I saw a small snail sitting on the wall in the corner. A video snail. Looking directly at me.

"P..please, I swear, I haven't-" Shrieking ensued, along with loud crashes and bangs, and I rushed out to find Kid holding a bloodied clerk against the wall. His face was twisted and somehow much different to what I had seen, even when he had mistaken me for a male theif all those weeks ago.

There was murder in his eyes, burning violently as he further closed his hand around the struggling man's throat, fat bulging from top and bottom.
"Live or recorded?!" Kid asked in a vicious shout, showing no signs of going easy.

"Re..recorded..! In the back room..! P..please..! I..I'm just lonely..!" The pervert gagged and spluttered as Kid pushed him harder against the wall, plaster beginning to crack and crumble under the force.
"Do I look like I give a fuck?! Tell her you're sorry!"

He's doing this for me? He has nothing to gain from this...

"I..I'm sorry..!" The choking clerk met my eyes, his hands clawing at Kid's to try and get him to loosen his grip. "I..I'm so sorry..!" Of course, I knew he wasn't, but something inside me liked how pathetic he looked.

"Tell her you're a disgusting, perverted sack of pig shit." Kid's voice had calmed now, which was actually more terrifying than his shouting. Eyes nearly bugging out of his skull, face turning a brand new shade of purple, the clerk couldn't get any more air into his lungs.

"I..I'm a dis..disgusting...p..perverted sa..sack of...of...of pig shit..! T..the worst..! Please..!" It was barely intelligible through his pitchy wheezing, but my focus wasn't on him anymore. It was on Kid, who turned to look at me from over his shoulder. He was asking me what I wanted him to do. He was giving me the ultimate choice.

This is how he cares about people...

"Pigs go to slaughter." I spoke firmly and clearly, nodding once before turning away from them. I wasn't afraid of violence, blood or gore, but when I heard the man's new chorus of screams, and the sickening sounds that followed, I was glad I had decided not to watch.

I only partially turned back around when I heard footsteps approaching, and I caught Kid wiping blood from his hand on the inside of his furlined coat.
"Your measurements are (Y/Tiddy Measurements). Go find the one you need, and I'll get rid of the footage. What a fucking creep..."

He was speaking so casually, as though he hadn't just ended a life, and as sick as it may have sounded to any other human being, I found it thrilling. Whipping around before he had moved too far, I grabbed the edge of Kid's coat to stop him.

"Thank you. For, uh, you know, killing that pervert for me and all that..." It was the only way my brain would allow me to word it, but the appreciation was genuine. Sparing me a glance, Kid reached out and squashed my head down. Something that had become one of his everyday habits, it seemed.

"Whatever. Monsters like me still have morals, y'know...Don't think I did it just because it's you..."

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***Why the fuck you lying, Kidlett?

Idk, have some filler, I guess? I'm tired from work.

My boss got covid (I tested two negative since I found out, cuz I was the last to work with him since he tested positive). I love working with him but it's been fun working with the assistant manager :3 She's really nice and I rarely got to work with her until recently.

Also I went to a con on the weekend and got a few bits - there was so little One Piece stuff, but I somehow managed to sniff out the only Doflamingo in the whole con (sadly no stuff for Killer, and all the Kid stuff was sold out)

(Artist is hanahanayart on insta)

(Forgot the artist off the top of my head but once I find the business card I'll edit to name her!)

The rest of the stuff I bought wouldn't pass Wattpad guidelines xD (Hawks with his lil hawky bits gift wrapped in a box and a hentai shirt pffft)

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