Figuring it Out [Whitebeard Pirates x Child? Reader]

16. Trusted

-April 2cnd!
(Happy birthday Usopp! His was on the First!)

M/n skidded around the building corner, He had done something seriously stupid... How stupid you ask? He made Charlotte Katakuri Dropp his donut unintentionally. Oh How screwed M/n knew he was. Screaming as he watched a Mochi hand almost Grab him. Katakuri was baffled at how fast this child could run, It was outstanding. Oven and Daifuku were back where the donuts were, Laughing their asses off. The Boy had looked rough and Tough until they heard him scream when Katakuri dropped his donuts.

The Kid was smart, But Katakuri would need to cool it before it created bad press. M/n turned onto a familiar corner, Knowing it was a straight shot to the house from there. He sped up a bit, Feeling the electricity show itself to the hot pink-haired man. Katakuri's eyes widened, Finally understanding how the child was able to run so fast. both of them continuously speeding up to Either outrun or Catch up to the other.

"I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" M/n shouted, Swinging into the trees, skidding down the gravel driveway, and slamming the door on Katakuri's face. Katakuri looked around, seeing he wasn't even in the city anymore. Going back up the driveway and looking at the mailbox, Seeing the family name in different lettering for each person who had written it. He sweatdropped, quickly leaving the Area; heading back to his brothers. 

He wouldn't tell mama about the incident but that Kid did owe him some new donuts...

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M/n Heaved against the door, His eyes wide. The home was silent, seeing as it was a regular day for the family, Most of the kids were at school and the adults were at work. M/n got off of the ground, locking the front door, He took this as a chance to actually explore the home. Every nook and cranny, Finding rooms he didn't know existed. He stumbled upon a door that looked old, and Untouched for years. Finding small Initials engraved into the door.

C.D.G

The fancy handwriting was familiar, tracing his hand over it his eyes widened. Opening the door slowly, it creaked open, the hinges seemingly struggling to move and work properly. M/n chuckled, seeing the horrible job the person it had probably belonged to, did on the hinges. Walking away M/n went into the workshop-looking room, grabbing the metal toolbox, He grabbed it up. Taking his hoodie and hat off and set them down on the floor once he got back to the creaky door. His hair flopped out of the hat, he had almost forgotten it had gotten so long. It was down to about the middle of his back down and his bangs went down to his chest. Grumbling he went to Izou's room. Finding the nearest hairstyle and putting his hair up in a perfect Bun.

Huffing he went back downstairs, looking at the time and finding that He still had quite some time to himself at the home. Opening the toolbox he started his work...

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It didn't take long for the Door to look good as new, being experienced in some forms of woodwork and construction... and General fixing stuff because of the first people who tried to help them. Though they were soon forced to leave town without so much as a goodbye. M/n looked at the carved initials. Looking at them for a moment before deciding they needed to stand out more. Heading back to the workshop he grabbed a fine point brush and some paint. Taking the door back off its hinges and laying it on the ground. 

Despite the door being off, he didn't really look into the room. Painting the inside of the carved letters, it made them stand out more prominently on the door. Putting the door back up he tested to see how it opened. Unaware that the home had cameras that were checked nightly. Satisfied with his work he entered the room, switching on the light switch. Putting some electricity into it just in case. All of the lights turned on to reveal a normal room. Dusty and old-looking though... Again untouched. M/n jumped at the hand that touched his shoulder.

Turning around to see Thatch.

"It was the room your dad used..." He hummed

"O-oh... That explains the initials..."

"Yeah..." Thatch hummed, "Soo let's say, You moved in... Would you want this to be your room?"

"...I wouldn't mind." M/n chuckled "Just need to dust it off first" M/n laughed, Thatch looked down smiling.

"Well, It looks like we've got a few more hours... Soo~ Why not get it cleaned up?" Thatch hummed, M/n nodded; Both of them starting with Changing the sheets of the bed...

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(I know it's short but it's because I've hit a wall for this chapter! My apologies!) ~Author Guy