mekachu04 | "sold as a set, do not separate"

  
sold as a set 
- a GGD side story -
 Chapter 1
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One Piece (Anime & Manga)
EnglishKidd wandered the streets for the next few hours, uncertain how to feel about the day's turn of events.   Like his entire relationship with his best friend has just been shown to be fake from the start. He'd known killer his whole life, the time before him just fragments of memories that might not be more than just a dream.   But... had he known killer at all? The strange angry boy with the mop of wild blond hair who'd bit Kidd's bully the first time they'd met. Bit Kidd a few times too in those early days, but to be fair, Kidd had bitten him back. 
Relationships:
Eustass "Captain" Kidd & "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Characters:
Eustass "Captain" Kidd, "Massacre Soldier" Killer,
Tags & WarningsArchive Warnings:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings,
secretly always a girl!Killer
Street Kids
Children
some pronoun fuckery as Kidd struggles to figure this new revelation out
Teenagers
embedded art
Chapter 1 
Kidd stared down at Killer, stared down at where his shirt buttons had popped off in their rough-housing, stared down at the soft fabric cupping a full round breast just hair's breath from his finger tips where his hand rested in the tangle of Killer's shirt along the bottom of his rib cage.
A breast that was heaving; Killer still trying to catch his breath from where Kidd had him pinned. Trying to pull free the hand trapped behind Kidd's knee. Trying to pull free the hand that Kidd had his own fist tight around his wrist. Killer who'd otherwise gone as still as death under Kidd, and just as quiet.
Kidd was fighting his every instinct to touch the bra, to feel the breast to see it they where real or some kind of trick. He'd poked Victoria's once and she'd nearly strangled him, the memory of it the only thing staying his curiosity. "You got tits," Kidd said finally.
Killer... Killer looked scared. "I do," he whispered, watching Kidd with wide, terrified blue eyes. Kidd wasn't sure he'd ever seen Killer scared before, and that scared him.
Kidd hated feeling scared. Scared didn't fix things. Scared didn't keep them safe. "When'd you get tits?!" he demanded. Anger kept you safe. Anger protected you.
Killer swallowed thickly, tongue wetting his lips before he tried to smile at Kidd, "Started growen' 'em myself a few years ago." He tried to make light of it, only to flinch when Kidd looked at him like he was a stranger, grip tightening painful on the fine wrist bones under his fist.
"...Kidd?"
Shaking his head as if to deny the reality under him, Kidd let Killer go, pushing up of the ground and stumbling back away from him. "Kidd?" Killer tried again, only for Kidd to shake his head in denial again.
"Why are you a woman?"
Killer didn't seem to know what to say to that, sitting up and trying to pull his shirt closed, "I'm sorry. Kidd, I'm sorry..."
Kidd continued to back away.
"Please... Kidd?"
Instead Kidd turned heel and fled.
Kidd wandered the streets for the next few hours, uncertain how to feel about the day's turn of events.
Like his entire relationship with his best friend has just been shown to be fake from the start. He'd known Killer his whole life, the time before him just fragments of memories that might not be more than just a dream.
But... had he known Killer at all? The strange angry boy with the mop of wild blond hair who'd bit Kidd's bully the first time they'd met. Bit Kidd a few times too in those early days; but to be fair, Kidd had bitten him back.
The boy who'd shoved a smashed cabbage roll at him when they'd lay hiding from the angry older boys, Kidd's empty stomach grumbling angrily for all the running they'd done with nothing to eat for days up until then. Kidd had inhaled it before he'd even realized what it was, only to hear the other kid's angry empty stomach complain next to him.
The boy he'd come to know as Killer's sheepish little smile at his side, before turning his back to Kidd to watch for danger. Who trusted Kidd from the word go to not be 'danger'
Trusted Kidd to watch his back.
But not enough to tell him he was a girl the whole time.
Kidd didn't know what he was supposed to do with this.
The two of them had been shacked up in a condemned section of an older apartment complex - the locks really nothing more then child's play to Kidd's developing devil fruit skills. They were far from the only degenerates holed up in there, but no one got past Kidd's locks.
At least no one except Killer; Kidd never figured out how he snuck in and out, but when Kidd returned, the locks were still all in place, but no one was inside. Killer's meager things were gone too, a space left just for Kidd. For the first time, Kidd was... alone.
The only sign Killer had once shared this place with him was a windup robot Kidd had made years before, holding a little sign reading 'tha mi duilich'
Kidd wasn't sure he could remember what he'd done back then, but Killer hadn't talked to him for days. More so, he'd given Kidd a cold shoulder. Kidd had finally won him over with his little marching soldier. The one sitting on the cracked and warped counter top, his childish handwriting recently traced over with Killer's own shaky hand.
He might have messed this one up.
 
       Author Notes     sold as a set, do not separate
 When you learn something new about your partner when roughhousing takes a turn 
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