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mekachu04Got some zoroxf!Killer postwano (idk man... the two just do what they want)
If pushed- they'll blame the alcohol.
It's a bullshit excuse but the people who knew that won't be the one's judging either.
Besides Roronoa is not remotely her type, and she's pretty sure she's missing the equipment he's looking for in a one night fling. But, when their attempted rematch got derailed by drunken festivities, the fight wasn't over. Just the venue.
Now they're crashed out on /someone's/ bed - Roger only knows whose. Killer wouldn't call it cuddling, but they still have no clear winner and have spent the last hour on so laying together in the dim light, confiding things otherwise never to be spoken out loud.
Like some truce has been brokered and with it the understanding not to use the night against the other when they inevitable clash again.
They talk about the Raid- the feeling of helplessness in the face of the Yonko. They both landed blows- both /hurt/ the invincible Kaido- but they couldn't drop him.
Roronoa doesn't bring up the terror in Kidd's voice when Big Mom's lightening left Killer wide open to being consumed by Kaido - saved only by Luffy's quick thinking.
Killer doesn't bring up the fear they all felt when Roronoa deflected away Kaido's attack – the only thing keeping them from a total party defeat right then and there.
They do talk about more recent hurts- the bruising and broken bones from their own trials. Zoro's fight against King, and that he is pretty sure he faced Death after. Killer's fight against Hawkins, and his ability to hurt her Captain while she could only watch.
Not that Zoro particularly enjoyed fighting death itself, but he's pretty sure he'd take that again over someone who could use him to hurt Luffy.
Eventually, he sat up and got them water, looking pointedly away to give Killer a moment to lift her mask to drink, only briefly offering her an apology that he didn't think to try and steal her a straw.
Her snort of laughter was almost genuine.
He was surprise that he was starting to hear the difference.
Despite seeing her face when they'd faced off in the snow, Zoro pointed stayed looking away until he was certain her mask was comfortably back in place. And even then, he kept his gaze under her collar bone. It was funny that; Most woman got uncomfortable if you stared at their chests too intently. But Killer didn't seem to care. Even fully naked she didn't seem remotely bothered by his gaze as long as it didn't linger on her concealed face.
While not exactly a boob man, Zoro still flushed as he looked her over, before lingering on the mess of her chest – the grizzly healing starburst just below her heart. He brushed the worst of it with his knuckle. He was familiar with ripped stitches, but hers had torn through a lot more fat and tissue then he had to worry about.
"Don't go feeling bad now," she snarked, but it didn't have much bite. "Infection did way worse then those little paper cuts you're so fond of.”
Zoro certainly hoped so; he'd spent years working on having a powerful clean cut, not the ragged mess she sported. Granted so had Mihawk, and Zoro's own chest hadn't healed much prettier than hers was headed.
His expression must have betrayed his competitive mood because she knocked her own knuckles on his right shoulder. "What about this? Didn't seem to be holding you back much up there."
"Not more then a little stiff” he let out almost annoyed huff.
"What?”
“Just... I can count on one hand the number of people who've landed a blow to my back. One of the bastards is an emperor now.”
She cocked her head, mulling it over. "Not sure I count. I was stand right in front of you after all."
"Maybe. But I let myself be distracted; left myself open. Don't think I quite respected scythes as a combative weapon until that hit.” It had given him footing against the Grimm Reaper later at least.
He palmed her breast in his hand, the rough knot of scar contrasting with the otherwise warm heavy weight of the organ. He ignored the breathy giggle that followed; "Should count myself lucky; you could of taken my whole arm off if your heart was in it.”
"Kidd's life was one the line - of course my heart was in it.” She scoffed.
“Not if I killed you first.”
Killer froze and Zoro ran his thumb up along the healing scar tissue.
"No point in punishing your crew or captain for your failure if you weren't around to have to watch it.”
“Why would I risk that though. Kidd is - “
Zoro tapped at the front of her mask. "Because this keeps everyone from seeing the Massacre Soldier Killer isn't so onboard with child murder as their name implies they would be.”
"I've killed children before.”
“As a kid, sure. But you were desperate for someone - ANYONE - to stop you in that field. You're worth a hundred and sixty million beri. There's no chance a geisha and a child outsmarted and outran you for that long unless you let them.”
There was an odd studdering to her chest. Zoro could tell Killer was holding her breath; watched her fist clenched. He slid forward, hand moving higher to cup the back of her head, threading through the thick blonde hair on his way, and gently pressed his forehead to the smooth metal, closing his eyes.
“They got you to eat one of those SMILE fruit, didn't they...”
She didn't dare breath.
“The little girl – o'toko - she ate one too. I watched her laugh right through her own father's execution.”
"What's your point?” she bite out, literally around gritted teeth.
If pushed- they'll blame the alcohol.
It's a bullshit excuse but the people who knew that won't be the one's judging either.
Besides Roronoa is not remotely her type, and she's pretty sure she's missing the equipment he's looking for in a one night fling. But, when their attempted rematch got derailed by drunken festivities, the fight wasn't over. Just the venue.
Now they're crashed out on /someone's/ bed - Roger only knows whose. Killer wouldn't call it cuddling, but they still have no clear winner and have spent the last hour on so laying together in the dim light, confiding things otherwise never to be spoken out loud.
Like some truce has been brokered and with it the understanding not to use the night against the other when they inevitable clash again.
They talk about the Raid- the feeling of helplessness in the face of the Yonko. They both landed blows- both /hurt/ the invincible Kaido- but they couldn't drop him.
Roronoa doesn't bring up the terror in Kidd's voice when Big Mom's lightening left Killer wide open to being consumed by Kaido - saved only by Luffy's quick thinking.
Killer doesn't bring up the fear they all felt when Roronoa deflected away Kaido's attack – the only thing keeping them from a total party defeat right then and there.
They do talk about more recent hurts- the bruising and broken bones from their own trials. Zoro's fight against King, and that he is pretty sure he faced Death after. Killer's fight against Hawkins, and his ability to hurt her Captain while she could only watch.
Not that Zoro particularly enjoyed fighting death itself, but he's pretty sure he'd take that again over someone who could use him to hurt Luffy.
Eventually, he sat up and got them water, looking pointedly away to give Killer a moment to lift her mask to drink, only briefly offering her an apology that he didn't think to try and steal her a straw.
Her snort of laughter was almost genuine.
He was surprise that he was starting to hear the difference.
Despite seeing her face when they'd faced off in the snow, Zoro pointed stayed looking away until he was certain her mask was comfortably back in place. And even then, he kept his gaze under her collar bone. It was funny that; Most woman got uncomfortable if you stared at their chests too intently. But Killer didn't seem to care. Even fully naked she didn't seem remotely bothered by his gaze as long as it didn't linger on her concealed face.
While not exactly a boob man, Zoro still flushed as he looked her over, before lingering on the mess of her chest – the grizzly healing starburst just below her heart. He brushed the worst of it with his knuckle. He was familiar with ripped stitches, but hers had torn through a lot more fat and tissue then he had to worry about.
"Don't go feeling bad now," she snarked, but it didn't have much bite. "Infection did way worse then those little paper cuts you're so fond of.”
Zoro certainly hoped so; he'd spent years working on having a powerful clean cut, not the ragged mess she sported. Granted so had Mihawk, and Zoro's own chest hadn't healed much prettier than hers was headed.
His expression must have betrayed his competitive mood because she knocked her own knuckles on his right shoulder. "What about this? Didn't seem to be holding you back much up there."
"Not more then a little stiff” he let out almost annoyed huff.
"What?”
“Just... I can count on one hand the number of people who've landed a blow to my back. One of the bastards is an emperor now.”
She cocked her head, mulling it over. "Not sure I count. I was stand right in front of you after all."
"Maybe. But I let myself be distracted; left myself open. Don't think I quite respected scythes as a combative weapon until that hit.” It had given him footing against the Grimm Reaper later at least.
He palmed her breast in his hand, the rough knot of scar contrasting with the otherwise warm heavy weight of the organ. He ignored the breathy giggle that followed; "Should count myself lucky; you could of taken my whole arm off if your heart was in it.”
"Kidd's life was one the line - of course my heart was in it.” She scoffed.
“Not if I killed you first.”
Killer froze and Zoro ran his thumb up along the healing scar tissue.
"No point in punishing your crew or captain for your failure if you weren't around to have to watch it.”
“Why would I risk that though. Kidd is - “
Zoro tapped at the front of her mask. "Because this keeps everyone from seeing the Massacre Soldier Killer isn't so onboard with child murder as their name implies they would be.”
"I've killed children before.”
“As a kid, sure. But you were desperate for someone - ANYONE - to stop you in that field. You're worth a hundred and sixty million beri. There's no chance a geisha and a child outsmarted and outran you for that long unless you let them.”
There was an odd studdering to her chest. Zoro could tell Killer was holding her breath; watched her fist clenched. He slid forward, hand moving higher to cup the back of her head, threading through the thick blonde hair on his way, and gently pressed his forehead to the smooth metal, closing his eyes.
“They got you to eat one of those SMILE fruit, didn't they...”
She didn't dare breath.
“The little girl – o'toko - she ate one too. I watched her laugh right through her own father's execution.”
"What's your point?” she bite out, literally around gritted teeth.
