Small. [child!Kid and Killer + reader]

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A/n. Remember when I said this would be a two-chapter thing? Good, now remember never to believe me when I say such things.

Aka: this is not the last chapter. The story will probably end with the next.

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«Oh. Fuck.»

That was Booka's comment the moment his eyes landed on the children.

You brought them onto the Victoria Punk, then the few men on board manoeuvred the ship so it would circle the island maintaining a certain distance from the coast – it was safer that way, just as long as your manpower was cut low.

Both kids raised their gaze, and their glares were still enough to shush Booka. The pirate sealed his mouth and quickly shifted his focus to you instead.

«So, huh, what's the plan now?»

You held Kid with your left arm as you passed the Punishers back to Killer.

«Wire is keeping an eye on Bonney. I just talked to him, apparently she's in some kind of inn drinking with most of her crew, and they aren't coming out any time soon.»

«SO WE KILL!» Kid uttered, angrily agitating his little fist in front of your face.

You swallowed back a chuckle.

«Sure, but later. Wire will call me when Bonney is walking out. Hopefully she'll be drunk and reckless. I'll shoot her down then.»

The child scoffed.

«Wait, you're going alone?»

Your eyes fell on Killer, who was now looking up at you. His face was only partly visible, but his lips were tight in a displeased line.

«Well, yeah. I know you guys have beef with her, but I don't think you can do much in your current state.»

«That's not what I meant!» he shook his head «Jewelry Bonney is still a supernova. You have to take Heat and Wire with you. And I should come as well.»

«I'm not planning on getting close.» you tapped the pistol on your hip «You guys wouldn't be of any help. Plus, the more we are, the more difficult for me to be stealthy.»

A deep pout had made its way onto Kid's round face. It was clear he didn't like the situation one bit but, surprisingly, he didn't protest.

Killer was another story though.

«It's too dangerous!» he declared, a little too heated «You can't go alone.»

«Hum, sorry, but I can and I will.»

His blond head jerked towards you, and you caught a glimpse of icy eyes shining through the bangs.

«Who the hell gave you permission to order the crew around and make decisions on your own, Y/n?»

Your eyebrows creased at the cold tone in his voice.

«Killer, this is the most sensible strategy. I'm a damn sniper, I am made for this shit!»

At that point, Booka had backed out of it and kept himself busy tending to the ship, like the rest of the men. The central deck was quite desert.

«No.» the boy cut short, hoisting the scythes onto his shoulder «Get Heat and Wire on the Den Den Mushi. I'll think of something else.»