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mekachu04Ramblings from 2 am
As a prideful man, Eustass Kidd has plenty to be angry and upset about. The world is not - nor has even been – fair, but Kidd's been able to at least punch back for the majority of his life.
And after his devil fruit his ability to punch most of his problems into oblivion had given him the advantage of most of those problems never popping back up again.
Unfortunately the fucking Yonko's kept popping up and the only one that he'd some footing with was taking a swim in lava after he and Trafalgar had tag-teamed her.
Fuckin Kaido.....
Now- Shanks was still number one on Kidd's Loath List, but if Monkey hadn't killed Kaido, that man would have taken Red-Hair's spot in an instant. Kidd was still pissed as hell over his arm - but that was *his- arm.
Kaido had gone after his crew.
Destroyed his base; Sunk most of Kidd's ships; Killed out right several of his crew. Imprisoned the rest. Held him fucking hostage against them.
Broke his Partner.
Kidd might be Captain, but Killer was the foundation of the crew- and that had been shattered. Kidd also had the best crew on the whole of the whole of the Grand Line as they had been quick to act in peicing their Vice-Captain back together with sheer determination.
Fuckin Cheeriest Crew to sail the sea. Laughter in the battle cries so Killer's involuntary ones wouldn't stand out.
What exactly happened with the traitorous Hawkins was still murky, but his crew had literally taken Killer on their own backs and marched his ass out of the flames.
Killer was still recovering from it, passed out under Kidd's coat on one of the thin beds in one of the homes cleared out for a makeshift hospital. Kidd's crew had taken over most of this section, crammed in on top of each other but still within sight of everyone.
Wire had drug a screen partitioner from somewhere, a little half "wall" out of rice paper and wood, barely the height of Dive- and it was the only wall in the place, stubbornly placed between Kidd's bed and the rest of the hall. Sitting up, he could see the whole crew, but laying down like Killer currently was it blocked him from anyone's line of sight.
A desperately needed illusion of privacy, but preventing Killer from trying to isolate himself further. With his helmet resting on the high set table - only Kidd was privy to actually seeing him, but his soft sleep giggles reassured his crew of his presence - and their low chatter, and not so low snores, a reassurance to him that he was not alone.
That his sacrifice of self had not been in vein, even if not everyone made it back and no on had done so unbattered.
Kidd was careful as he used the large metal fingers of his prosthetic to brush Killer's bangs back for a moment, letting his hand block his own view of the permanent smile to judge Killer's face more honestly.
The dark circles under his eyes were still there but significantly less profound than a week ago. Still too thin in the checks
As a prideful man, Eustass Kidd has plenty to be angry and upset about. The world is not - nor has even been – fair, but Kidd's been able to at least punch back for the majority of his life.
And after his devil fruit his ability to punch most of his problems into oblivion had given him the advantage of most of those problems never popping back up again.
Unfortunately the fucking Yonko's kept popping up and the only one that he'd some footing with was taking a swim in lava after he and Trafalgar had tag-teamed her.
Fuckin Kaido.....
Now- Shanks was still number one on Kidd's Loath List, but if Monkey hadn't killed Kaido, that man would have taken Red-Hair's spot in an instant. Kidd was still pissed as hell over his arm - but that was *his- arm.
Kaido had gone after his crew.
Destroyed his base; Sunk most of Kidd's ships; Killed out right several of his crew. Imprisoned the rest. Held him fucking hostage against them.
Broke his Partner.
Kidd might be Captain, but Killer was the foundation of the crew- and that had been shattered. Kidd also had the best crew on the whole of the whole of the Grand Line as they had been quick to act in peicing their Vice-Captain back together with sheer determination.
Fuckin Cheeriest Crew to sail the sea. Laughter in the battle cries so Killer's involuntary ones wouldn't stand out.
What exactly happened with the traitorous Hawkins was still murky, but his crew had literally taken Killer on their own backs and marched his ass out of the flames.
Killer was still recovering from it, passed out under Kidd's coat on one of the thin beds in one of the homes cleared out for a makeshift hospital. Kidd's crew had taken over most of this section, crammed in on top of each other but still within sight of everyone.
Wire had drug a screen partitioner from somewhere, a little half "wall" out of rice paper and wood, barely the height of Dive- and it was the only wall in the place, stubbornly placed between Kidd's bed and the rest of the hall. Sitting up, he could see the whole crew, but laying down like Killer currently was it blocked him from anyone's line of sight.
A desperately needed illusion of privacy, but preventing Killer from trying to isolate himself further. With his helmet resting on the high set table - only Kidd was privy to actually seeing him, but his soft sleep giggles reassured his crew of his presence - and their low chatter, and not so low snores, a reassurance to him that he was not alone.
That his sacrifice of self had not been in vein, even if not everyone made it back and no on had done so unbattered.
Kidd was careful as he used the large metal fingers of his prosthetic to brush Killer's bangs back for a moment, letting his hand block his own view of the permanent smile to judge Killer's face more honestly.
The dark circles under his eyes were still there but significantly less profound than a week ago. Still too thin in the checks
