Chest Box (Killer x Reader)

Chapter 11: Mask And Dance

Above image was drawn by Oda.

The night is still young but some of the crew has been knocked out by the liquor. There are some who's dancing, playing music, singing along, and some who are more into casual conversation with drinks because they are in charge later until tomorrow.

You, on the other hand, is trying to beat Heat in a card game with Wire being the host of the game. Some of the crew started betting again in hopes of getting their money back or earn more.

"Killer, don't you think this is the right time to talk to her?" Kid said while watching you and the others complain as you give your money away, defeated by none other than Heat.

"What do you mean?" Killer asked casually.

"How long will you pretend that you don't want her in your bed?"

"Kid." Killer said as a gesture to change his choice of words for it sounds unpleasant.

"What? Wanting her in your bed, wanting her as your girlfriend or wife, same thing." He said innocently, he's really bad at using polite terminologies.

"I respect her the way I respect you as my captain, I respect boundaries."

"I know that. That's why I want you to be her man." Kid averted his gaze to Killer whose currently watching you jump in happiness when you finally won against Heat for the first time.

"I admit, I didn't want to push it thinking Mohawk is whom she wanted. I was relieved knowing there was nothing between them and Mohawk remained loyal to Masclara after all. However, neither you or I can dictate whom your sister wants." Killer said.

Kid rolled his eyes and said something that caught Killer's whole attention. For some reason, it made Killer stiffened a bit. His heartbeat raced which is very odd. He only feel this way when he's with you.

" But hah! I guess you two are alike for some reason hahahaha" Kid laughed at his best friend.

When Heat and Wire returned to their sit, Killer stood without a word and left the table. The two men who just returned were confused for a moment and followed Killer with their eyes.

You were simply dancing with Masclara and the others when the music turned into a soft one. Two of the crew began to sing a beautiful love song. A song that is familiar in the South Blue where most of the crew came from.

Mohawk came and asked for Masclara to have a dance so you let her be. As you turn to go back to your sit, Killer stood right in front of you.

"May I?" He offered you his hand. It took you seconds before you could compose yourself and took his hand with a smile. His hand is rough upon touching, it must've been from weapon handling and cooking.

But it didn't matter. The way he holds you is so gentle as if you're something fragile from his touch.

Because the song is familiar to the crew, they began to sing along with their intoxicated voices.

You two were silent for a moment until he decided to break the ice.

"I guess this is our second time?"

"You...remembered." You scoffed. Memories began to flash through your mind. Your first dance with him was that Holiday in your hometown where there was a gathering to celebrate a certain traditional event.

"Of course. Each holiday in the south, I always look forward to dance with you but I only had one chance. And up until now, you look astonishingly beautiful in the dance floor." He said. Your face began to turn red and your heart is starting to pound so fast from his sudden change of way of speaking to you.