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Here I am, once again, with some half thought out idea of turning our beloved KiKi into small children and the shenanigans that come from it.

wrote this last winter and .. didn't know what to do with it since i have.. two.. three? others already started? but what set this apart was this one was just as much about the Straw Hats as it was our little gremlin duo. Even did some doodles that I have since updated.

There was a ruckus going on in the market, but that's not what jerked Zoro to a stop. No. The cacophony and chaos unfolding down the street was overshadowed completely by all three of his katana humming at his hip. A haki'd hand soothed the blades and he knew Sanji had caught the action.

The two men glanced over the crowd in suspicion, Zoro'd hand anxious on his blades. He'd felt this pull before; glancing to the cook, lighter in fist confirmed his suspicions.

"Captain Kidd?" Sanji guessed. Zoro grunted in confirmation.

They'd not seen nor heard anything of the other crew since Wano; but they'd had enough on their plate that they really hadn't been listen to what was happening with the other crews they'd aligned with against Kaido and Big Mom.

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The pull changes to a push, and it's subtle enough that Zoro almost misses it, observation only twinging that he's going the wrong way. Sanji might mock his directional sense, but when Zoro abruptly switched directions, Sanji said nothing.

He might be wrong 99% of the time. But that still means that one of out a hundred, he's right.

Today he's right.

At least... he thinks he is, coming to a halt at the sight of two children attempting to scale a tall brick dividing wall. And the powerful push against his weapons that threatened to drive him back.

Given time, the two boys might be able to figure out how to get over the wall, but time is not what they have, and they are trapped and they know it.

Sanji glances out on the street - most of the chaos has moved away; they might have gotten a clean get away if Zoro hadn't noticed. The question is why is a mob after a couple 8 year olds and what happen to Captain Kidd that an 8 year old has his devil fruit - assuming it's the jiki jiki no mi and not some other metal effect fruit.

An 8 year old with wild red hair like sun rays and a second boy with unruly blond bangs obscuring his face.

A blond with a painful smile and a red head with so much anger in his eyes.

"You can't have him!" the red head declared, puffed out and furious, "He's mine now. So leave us alone!"

Zoro squatted down, and carefully removed his hand from his swords. They remained quiet and still, and he held up his empty hands.

All three of them watched him, curious and caution. "And the blood. Is it theirs or yours?" Zoro asked softly.

Neither boy answered him vocally - which was telling enough in it's own way. "We have a doctor on our crew," Zoro said carefully; the red head's face twisted into something ugly. Zoro nodded like he agreed, "He's a reindeer," Zoro said, slowly raising a hand to indicate Chopper's height," about so tall. He's very nice, and we could bring him here to help."

"Leave us alone," the red head warned again.

Sanji didn't get any closer - he'd watch the street and keep them from feeling crowed or boxed in. "Your friend is still bleeding."

This seemed to be the first reaction from the blond boy, who'd been standing silent and ridged against the wall. His head was titled to look at Sanji, left hand moving back behind him to hide the blood splattered on his sleeve.

The red head snarled, snarled! at Sanji and stepped forward to push at him; Sanji too held up his hands in surrender and let the kid push on his lighter and belt buckle, the steel arch supports of his shoes, stepping back gingerly to keep his balance.

With a sigh, Zoro lowered his hand, but help it out expectantly to the boys, to the blond specifically. The red head gestured at him, but Zoro's sword remained obediently in their place. Finally, the blond held up his hand, Zoro turning the tiny limb over and tutting over the nasty cut along the child's arm. One handed, he pulled his bandana from his arm, carefully tying it over the worse of the bleeding.

"How is your doctor a reindeer?" the more vocal of the two finally asked, his gaze now fixated on his friends arm.