At First Sight

The Invasion

Nearly a month at sea had passed and Killer still knew next to nothing about Y/N, just like everyone else, Kid included much to his annoyance.

Nothing more beyond common interests and background in sailing, Y/N did not offer a single clue or provide any hint of who she really was or where she was from. Normally that type of thing wouldn't bother Killer or Kid for that matter. They had short-term flings on the ship before that always ended with their faceless lovers on a new port with nary a thought. It put them on edge a bit. Killer more so having been wary of Y/N the moment she stepped foot on the Victoria Punk.

He couldn't pinpoint the feeling but there was something peculiar about her. The way she carried herself around them, like she had something to hide. Maybe a devil fruit power of some kind. Killer couldn't be sure so he always kept his guard up around her, observing her. Not taking up Kid's offer to sleep with her to ease off the tension, Killer devoted every single free moment outside his normal routine to watching her. Waiting for her to slip. He was going to found out who she is.

Y/N was working on the lines, tightening ropes when she sat straight up on the railing and let out a sigh. "Kiiiiid he's doing it again!"

"Killer stop stalking Y/N!" the redhead barked from the helms room.

"I'm not stalking her! I'm just standing here overseeing the crew do their damn jobs!"

"Oversee a different area," Kid grumbled.

Killer threw his hands in the air and strode to the stern.

It was Kid's turn to sigh.

"Heat take over," he said, stretching his arms above his head in a stretch.

Stifling a yawn, Kid shoved arm inside captain's coat and made his way to where Y/N was sat.

"It's just weird, you get it right?" a disapproving look on his face as he watched her fingers run over the taught strands.

"No I don't. Not like you guys tell me anything about yourselves. Why do I have to spill all my beans to make you all comfortable? I'm not a threat to anyone and we vibe well so why do you people insist on digging into my past?"

"It's off-putting!"

"Deal with it," Y/C/E's regarded him cooly. "You getting tired of me?"

Kid scowled at her. He was actually.

"Look normally I toss people who annoy me overboard so consider yourself lucky I'm a decent guy. I'll leave you on a port. Or a deserted island, depending on how much you piss me off. All you gotta do is answer a few simple questions about yourself so we can square ya away and then all's good!"

Y/N returned his scowl, "Thank you very much for your generosity. My background is my business." She pushed off the rail to stand and tried to walk away.

"What's so special about you that you need to guard your secrets from people trying to get to know you in a friendly manner?" he gripped her arm to keep her in place.

"Because it's painful!" Y/N snapped, glaring at him as tears collected in the corner of her eyes. The first time he had seen anything beyond cool resolve on her face. "Friends, as I understand it, are empathetic to that type of thing. I could be wrong, all my friends have been dead for years so I wouldn't know anymore!" she ripped her arm from his grip and stomped inside the ship.

Letting the shock settle within him, he leaned against the railing she had worked on and stared out to horizon. Kid was profoundly empathetic to that kind of pain. And he felt a bit like an asshole for pushing it.

For about two weeks.

Passing through one inhabited that offered fuck all, the tension on the ship was rising again between Y/N, Killer and Kid. The tension rolled off on to the crew as well and any fragile acquaintances Y/N had made with the pirates withered away to numb acknowledgments at best.