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mekachu04Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
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Kidd remained on edge as Killer lead them into the Flower Capital, sticking to back ways and moving unseen, but still moving in a direction that has him starting to worry.
Home - it turns out - is Orochi's castle.
Kidd grabbed the fur collar of his coat and drug Killer against a back alley wall when he understood what the building looming before them was, right hand against his partner's mouth to muffle his surprised laugh. This was the last place Kidd wanted to be right now; as much as he'd like to smash the whole thing down he needs to get their people and the Victoria back first.
Why Killer brought them here, Kidd doesn't want to think about, but pressed against him like this - hand on Killer's face, he can't help but be aware of how warm Killer was right now. He was making soft little panting laughs against Kidd's palm, and Kidd removed his good hand from Killer's lips to press the back of it to his forehead - yeah, that's a fever. And a high one at that.
"Shit.."
Killer's eyes are glassy, and Kidd should have stopped them hours ago and made him rest when he'd gone quiet again. He should have stopped him the second Kidd saw the capital looming on the horizon.
He was wresting Killer back away from the castle when they are stopped dead by a man's voice calling from his own back alley. "Hitokiri?'
Kidd throws himself between Killer and the stranger, readying the pieces of his arm to skewer the man with a snarl.
He's a local man, and obscenely tall, towering over Kidd even with the alley to separate them - a full meter taller than himself. He's looking over the pair of them in shock, and Kidd will not let them be captured again - he will not let them have his partner back, and he lifts his prosthetic up to repel the pieces into the stranger -
-When Killer pulls it back down, clinging to to his arm like a life raft. Kidd wants to look at him, wants to demand what's going on, but he wont take his eyes off the man in the shadows, and he tilts himself then so if Killer wants to hold him back he's at least behind Kidd.
"You must be Captain Kidd then." The man ponders, and Kidd growls at him. This scrap arm's barely attached - he'll just let Killer hold it and Kidd'll beat the man down with his bare fist.
The man turned away from the duo to studied the late night streets around them, before beckoning them into the room he'd been leaving. The two pirates don't move; the worse part is, Kidd can feel that Killer wants to - its only Kidd himself holding Killer back against the wall. Killer's started to make that wheezy noise again; he's going to start laughing, and with them out in the open like this, no amount of alleyway will keep them hidden.
"Kamazo. Come inside. Bring your captain with you."
It's so familiar and soft and Kidd clenched his fist in rage at the audacity of it, but Killer -obeys- the man, staggering around Kidd to follow but never relaxing his grip, tugging Kidd along behind him.
Kidd lets himself be pulled into the enemies lair; a back room - servant area as best as he can tell - the high-end architecture of Wano makes little sense to him. The man inside slides closed the door behind them, leaving them in darkness for a moment, goes about relighting one of the room's lamps, and Kidd waits to be attacked.
None come and when the light flickers to life, Kidd finds himself before the very tall man with pale blue hair and a pinched dark look to his face. His robes are are bright blue and green, and with a gut twist - the same pattern that Killer's sash had been before it was soaked in his own blood.
And he controls Killer with a flick of his wrist and a whisper. "Kamazo, let me see," he asks, and Killer has let go of Kidd to let the man pull back Kidd's coat to the bloody sash underneath. His hands are then on Killer's forehead, frowning at the wrapping, before closing around Killer's neck. Kidd starts in a panic, but the man doesn't squeeze or threaten, counts Killer's pulse quietly, face setting deeper in displeasure.
"Sit," he instructs Killer, who's moving to kneel before the word is even finished, but the man is then gesturing to Kidd, "Both of you sit, wait here a moment," and then he's slipping though one of the sliding doors. Kidd remained standing instead, keeping close to the door back outside, heart wondering why he's playing along instead of taking Killer and running, but Killer is kneeling quietly. Submissively. Kidd hates it and worse - it leaves him terrified.
Kadio had promised to break them - Kidd had been so certain that nothing the man could do would ever have them kneeing to him - and for all Kidd's bravado and blustering, he'd been tossed in a labour camp while his second had been..
At this point Kidd could only guess what had been done to his second, but it was clear right there in front of him that Kaido had gotten what he wanted on some level. He'd completely broken Killer.
His second, his best friend. His partner. The man who'd been with Kidd nearly his whole life. Possible the only person on the planet Kidd cared about more than himself, no disrespect meant to the rest of his crew. Certainly the only one who'd ever been able to talk him down from anything.
With a strangled smile painted on his bared face, hair pulled tightly back. Hated laugh bubbling out unprovoked; soft chuckles synced up with occasional tears falling from fever bright eyes. Loose, flowing and open robes. Unquestioningly taking orders from a man Kidd had never met. If Kidd hadn't known Killer's loathed laugh - he might have walked right past him own man and would have never looked twice.
The Wano man was back, glancing down the dark halls of the complex before sliding the door closed and handing Kidd a sack containing gauze and wrapping, but otherwise ignoring him. He crouched in front of Killer, even then still a towering wall of a man, and handed Killer a tea cup. Killer drank it without hesitation or prompting, to Kidd's growing ire.
"Kyoushiro-oyabun, Komuraseki-dayuu's kamuro, she - "
"It doesn't matter now-"
Killer laughed, "-but, Orachi-sama-"
The man, Kidd guessing to be called Kyoushiro then, pressed hand a hand to Killer's lips, a gesture of silence. "I'm revoking Orachi's orders. You are to leave that girl alone, Kamazo."
"His name is Killer." Kidd snarled, beginning to get fed up with this man and his sway over his partner.
Kyoushiro glanced at him briefly, "We all wear masks in Wano - allow him to this one." before pulling Kidd's coat back to study the wrap job. When he tried to push the coat off of Killer though, Kidd snarled again. Killer flinched with a giggle, though Kidd wasn't sure to which action he was reacting too.
The man relented, setting the coat so it was closed in the front, Killer tucking into the collar with his face, looking away from Kyoushiro on his own for the first time. He seemed to start to slump, to sag, and Kidd realized that Killer was officially out of will to keep moving. He'd hit the wall. "What was in the cup?"
Kyoushiro lifted Killer's head up just a bit, studying his face. "It will help with the fever." he said finally, before allowing Killer to slump. "It does have an effect that will make someone more ...compliant." he added quietly, and moved to pull the wrapping from Killer's face. It was the first noise of protest the man made, a tiny little giggled whine, and Kyoushiro hushed him with his own soft sound. He then loosed the tight wrap from Killer's hair, and the anxiety from having his face bared seemed to lessen when his hair was allowed down. "Allow this to be Kamazo's burden," he told Kidd as his hands deftly worked Killer's hair into a rough woman's style of the area - though the texture and ragged lengths of Killer's hair made it impossible to mimic perfectly, "so then he sheds the name, he can shed these actions with it."
"You think it's that easy? That he can just pretend this didn't happen because you called him a new name?"
"I pray so - for his sake. My own. For this country. For the terrible people we became so one day a better Wano can be reborn." Kyoshiro stood then, allowing Killer a moment to drift off as he turned to study Kidd. In turn Kidd allowed the scrutiny - attention flickered between the tall stranger and his resting partner. Kyoshiro took off his own over coat then, a garish purple and blue patterned thing, and handed it to Kidd. "Take your goggles off, and put this on. Pull it around tight so no one can see under it."
Kidd wanting nothing to do with the offensive fabric, but with Killer wearing his pants he was at a disadvantage if spotted inside the city. He pulled his goggles down around his neck and arranged to cloak so it settled above the band on the back of his neck.
He even allowed Kyoushiro to ruffle his hair about until the spiky way it tended to fall had been broken up, loose and limp around his face and collar. Kyoushiro styled it so the worse of his facial scars would be under his lax bangs. "Try to keep your face neutral. Don't scowl." Kidd's brows immediately furrowed, and Kyoushiro pressed a finger where it creased in the middle of his forehead. "None of that. It makes you more noticeable. Neutral expression."
He knew he must look ridiculous; Killer looked no better in Kidd's pants and fur, but Kyoushiro had done well with his hair that Kidd didn't immediately see Killer or Kamazo when he looked at his partner. Kyoushiro picked and rearranged the robe so it looked to fall more naturally, even around Kidd's scrap arm and the small supply bag he was holding. Once he was satisfied, he gestured for Kidd to wait before rousing Killer.
His partner looked exhausted as he rose to his feet at Kyoushiro's prompting; there was a red flush to his cheeks and forehead, dark circles under his fever bright eyes, all sticking out more noticeable with the wrappings gone. Kyoushiro carefully pulled a few more strands loose from the updo he'd done, framing Killer's face softly with bangs before adjusting the fur collar up to cover his smile and goatee. Killer stood patiently still as Kyoushiro fussed over him, a dark twisting knot forming in Kidd's gut as he watched.
It wasn't jealously; no it was something far worse. It was the realization that this man was too comfortable in Killer's personal space, moved with to much familiarity and ease, took too many liberties when it came to handling his partner. And he would get to, because Kidd was also realizing that any little bit of Killer that survived did so because of this man's discretion.
That Kidd's actions had done nothing to save Killer in the end, only to possibly doom him further.
"Keep your head down, and follow Kamazo's lead. Don't look at anyone, don't say anything."
Kyoushiro opened the door back out to the street, glancing around to see who was watching, before strolling confidently out. Killer followed, in turn instinctually falling into step with the man, and Kidd following his lead. Kyoushiro lead them down the early morning streets of the Capitol to its southern gates, getting stopped only once.
"Kyoushiro-oyabun? What has you and these lovelies out so early?"
Kidd stiffened at the 'lovelies' remark but concentrated on keeping his face neutral, as instructed. Killer only stepped toward Kyoushiro, as if to use the man as shield from prying eyes. Kyoushiro opened his arm to allow the man to tuck in, and Kidd stepped forward to be allowed on the other side, Kyoushiro's robes helped hide his face and hair, as the man smoothly lied, "It's Komuraseki's passing, the girls are still so upset." He explained, carding fingers though the strands of hair against Kidd's forehead in what might be seen as a soothing manner, but more checking to make sure his facial scars remained obscured. "They've hardly slept in days, so I though that leaving the lights and sounds of the city and seeing that stars might put them at ease."
One the guards chuckled, thinking he was reading in between the lines of the boss's statement, while the other seemed to accept it at face value. Regardless, the trio was allowed to pass into the night, Kyoushiro keeping up the rouse until he was certain they could not be seen anymore.
He took them as far south as he dared - needed to slip back into the city before sunrise. "Your ship is in Hakumai; travel as far as you can before sun up, and head for the Mogura Port." He told Killer, before turning to include Kidd like he was an afterthought, "With the festival coming up, you will only have a short period before ships starting coming in again, so don't dallie. Once they do, there will be no chance of getting out with out being noticed. If you can get there before then, if someone asks, tell them you're getting the ship out of the way so they can unload supplies."
Kidd made to return the man's cloak, but Kyoushiro just raised an eyebrow and gestured to his bare legs. With a scowl, he pulled it back over his shoulder, and then Kyoushiro's attention was back on Killer, checking his temperature. "When you do need to rest next, change his bandages immediately. Burn the bloody rags if you can instead of hiding them. No one has any idea Kamazo wasn't executed in Udon with you, so don't give them any hint otherwise."
"They still think we're - "
"According to the last report, Queen executed you both. I'm assuming Udon is compromised, seeing as you're both are here, but no whisper of it has reached the capital."
Based on the uprising Monkey was leading when Kidd had left, Udon was most certainly compromised. Kidd just wasn't sure exactly where Kyoushiro fell on the trustworthy scale, and kept his mouth shut.
"There's more tea powder in there." he indicated to the bag of bandages he'd given Kidd earlier. "Use it carefully. It can also help... keep him quiet." Kyoushiro warned.
Kidd pulled Killer behind him again, "Wanted to be able to rape him in peace?"
"Do you mean myself, or the other men who serve Orachi? Because I assure you, they rather enjoyed his laughing. and those that didn't had methods they much rather preferred to use to quiet him than a drug that kept him docile and unable to hurt himself further while fighting back."
Kidd felt the snarl building again, fingers twitching as he really wanted to hit someone. "But you did rape him."
"It is the mask I wear."
Killer's hand on his right arm and the deathly silent way he held himself was the only thing keeping Kidd from launching himself at the man. Kidd forced himself to relax, letting his arm drop until Killer's hand slide down and he could catch it in his own. Killer intertwined their fingers, leaning into him to rest his forehead on the back of Kidd's shoulder.
Kidd set his jaw, chin up and glowering at Kyoushiro who stood quietly watching the posturing.
"I am glad to see," Kyoushiro said finally, "that ... Killer's faith in his Captain was not misplaced. There will be raid against Kaido on the night of the fire festival. Everyone will be converging on Onigashimas, so you should be able to leave the island then; The port will be unattended."
Kidd gave him one last look, before turning his back. "Come on Killer. Let's go get our ship and our people."
