At First Sight

The Reparation

Y/N was relaxing on the deck, up the ramp over the helms room, lounging around with the women crew members and Heat. They drank chilled beers and talked amongst each other quietly, all wearing sunglasses, looking more like their own posse instead of pirates despite the fact that the group was roughly 86% pirate based.

Kid was silently seething. Pissed he was missing out. Upset he wasn't invited. Tired of being punished for his mistake.

It had been how many weeks? Two? Three? He didn't even know anymore.

His bed felt alien and uncomfortable, gotten so accustomed to a body keeping his warm throughout the nights. He felt like an addict going through withdrawal. Which was insane. She was just some woman. Why was she fucking with his head this much?!

He sighed miserably and removed himself from the display, seeking refuge in his workshop to brood in private.

Everything sucked.

Nothing could lift his mood.

He used his power to mash metal together and throw it around, smash it down and rebuild it. Did that for an hour before he laid down on the couch, stewing in loneliness.

Kid had no idea how to fix any of it. Killer was hopeless, too torn up about having harmed someone they pretty much considered a...friend, with some really great benefits, to be any help whatsoever. He covered his face with his greased palm, a despondent groan tore from his throat.

Without removing his hand, Kid almost reflexively activated his power, letting his mind flow freely to make something...simple. Soothing. The tinkling clinks of metal tapped in the air as bolts, nuts, screws, and panels rotated around each other. Clicking into place. Molding into desired shapes and angles. Until soon there were half a dozen metal death moths with ghoulish skulls lazily flying around the workshop. He watched them drift in and out of his sight as he quieted his mind, engaging in the rare activity of introspection.

If only for a few minutes.

Someone knocked on the door, breaking his peace. The small creatures fell from the air as Kid deactivated his power like a battery switch.

"Enter," he rasped.

Y/N stepped through the threshold, "Didn't mean to interrupt. Left my polishing kit here and I didn't realize how much I neglected my weapon." Her tone was impassive, almost bored. Had been for weeks and he was over it. So resentful of how much he craved her warmth, her affections once more.

Being stonewalled sucked. Kid now had sympathy for anyone who had to endure him when he did the same. Making a mental note to be better towards Killer in the future.

Without waiting for Kid to acknowledge her, she walked inside to where she last remembered using the kit. Stopping short when she found the remains of the death moths he dropped. She picked up the pieces, turning them in her palms and then, somehow, intuitively piecing them together until it was mostly reformed. Not perfectly like Kid could make but enough to make it recognizable.

"Didn't know you could make something so elegant."

Well that was nice to hear.

"S'lot you don't know about me," he grumbled.

"Touché," she almost sounded regretful. "We should be getting close to the next island soon. Then I'll be out of your hair and you can once again have whatever peace you had before I came along." The droll of her aloof tone back. It irked him to no end.

"...Wouldn't say I had peace then. Had it recently for a bit... I think," he muttered, moreso to himself.

"Is that so?"