Kid Pirates | Chapter 1

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Kid Pirates (1050 words) by Mekachu04

 

Additional Tags:

• Age Regression/De-Aging
• Vaguely Post-Wano
• Heat might have tried to start a family once
• unnamed Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit for plot reasons
• rated t for launguage? how many f-bombs are allowed in gen?
• Baby!Killer |Aged Down!Killer

"Kid Pirates indeed. The lot of you are nothing more than overzealous toddlers."

Kidd gave the old crone his best shit eating grin, gleeful in the chaos surrounding him. Unfortunately for the pirate captain, the old woman only shook her head in embarrassment for him. He was unworried though, because whatever schemes she was planning on against him, Killer was faster.

In the space between heart beats Kidd's partner had taken his place between her and his captain, using his body to block as much of her devil fruit as he could, his Punishers spinning in an attempt to stop the oncoming beam. Uselessly as they both soon discovered.

Kidd yelled out in a panic as her attack threw his vice back into him, captain catching his partner bodily as a heavy smothering sense of noxious peace settled over him. He used his metal prosthetic to then shield them as he tucked around a suddenly lax Killer. The farther he curled in around Killer, the smaller Killer seemed to become, like he was crumbling under his very hold. Kidd's yells turned to frantic calls for Heat and Wire, pitched in hysteria as Killer slipped though his fingers.

Killer's Punishers hit the ground, heavy at his feet, smashing solidly down on empty boots. His helmet, sash, and jeans followed, until all Kidd was left with was his bright blue shirt, jolly roger smiling up at him mockingly.

No. No, there was still a good weight in his hands, even as Kidd easily held it in his open left palm. Swimming in the once skin-tight shirt was a surprised infant with a mop of short blond hair.

Kidd carefully brushed the bangs away with his still massive right hand, fingers thick as the tiny arms reaching out for him. The bluest eyes of all four seas stared back at him.

They locked with Kidd's and the man stood frozen. Dumbfounded.

Then the baby took in a lungful of air and started to cry.

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In his panic over his oldest friend, the ancient cackling hag slipped away by the time Head and Wire came rushing over, the cry of 'Boss' and 'Captain' having him look up from his trepidatious hold of the screaming babe.

Both men stopped short in confusion, Heat breaking the standoff first - "Boss Kidd... why'dja have a baby?"

The baby just screamed harder. Kidd looked back with the look of an adult ready to join in on a good pity cry. Wire seemed to recover first, looking at the nearly acquired baby wailing in Kidd's open metal palm. "Captain, why's Killer a baby?"

"Fuck if I know!" Kidd squawked out in a panic, practically thrusting the child at Wire. Wire picked him up like someone who'd read about babies in a book once might - which put him light years beyond Kidd's own understanding of children. Killer was crying still, tiny bare feet kicking out as he expressed his displeasure at his situation the only way a body so small can.

Wire stood helpless, looking down at his new charge with naught the first idea what to do, before turning to look desperately at his own partner for help. Heat rolled his eyes, and Wire handed their tiny vice-captain off without hesitation. "Obh obh, wee barra,¹ I've gotcha. It's okay now." he cooed, as he pulled the squalling baby close, letting Killer scream his frustration at the world into his shoulder. "Oh, I know, I know."

Wire knelt down to retrieved Killer's gear while Kidd hovered by Heat's shoulder, still looking panicky and uncertain as Killer cried. Heat rubbed circles on the tiny back, whispering soft assurances, looking on as his captain tried to avoid his own meltdown.

"Look at what you're doing to poor Boss," Heat said to the baby, bouncing him on his hip slightly, and pointing out Kidd to him. Killer ignored the gesture and continued his crying, only his frightened screams abated, his tears more long confused sobbing, whiny and nasally.

Kidd tentatively patted the baby's back where Heat had been trying to soothe him, frowning at the sobbing baby. Killer was so tiny and little, maybe only a little taller than a foot and a half from toes to head where he was resting against Heat's chest with his hands balled up into fists so small a single finger of Kidd's prosthetic was twice as wide across. Said tiny fist had grabbed some of Heat's dreads and clung to them like his life depended on it; Heat winced as it pulled awkwardly but otherwise went without complaint.

Around them the fight had started to tapper off. Three of their four commanders standing huddled together drew the attention of the other Kidd Pirate crew members who cautiously made their way over. The sound of a crying a baby only raised questions, doubled with the sight of Wire holding Killer's gear. Some of the braver ones didn't hang back, marching up to see the problem, Dive being the first to push her way into the circle.

With Wire and Heat's hands full, she pulled on Kidd's hand impatiently, the Captain bending to pick her up in his right arm without giving it a thought at all. Dive would usually just climb up his left arm unprompted, but at the moment it was hovering uncertainly over the baby in Heat's hold. She thunk-ed her head against her captain's, joining the man in contemplation. Wire moved to intercept the rest of the crew and Heat returned to rubbing the baby's back and murmurer soft nothings.

A few soft, "Captain?"s from the assembling crew seemed to form some sort of resolve in Kidd, and he stepped back, left arm returning lax to his side. He looked at Dive quietly for a moment, as if just noticing her, to which she offered no comment or explanation back.

"Anyone see where that old witch went?" Kidd asked finally, turning to his people. There were a few "no"s offered up, but the overwhelming number of blank looks let him know that finding the woman was a lost cause at this point, as most seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. "Right. So. We have a problem. But I think we outta go home first, and explain it there...."

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1. Wee barra: Literally "Small fair haired child". Used as a term of endearment typically for a male baby or child small enough to need carried. heard it once and have been dying to get a chance for someone to call Killer this.

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Who is this old lady and what exactly was her devil fruit? not a clue. doesn't matter. dealer's choice, you decide.