At First Sight

The Reunion

Reminder: Y/N = your name, Y/L/N = your last name, Y/E/C r Y/H/C = your eye or hair color, and Y/C/N = your country's name. 

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Lightning and thunder crackled in the sky during the assault on the enemy vessel. It was a blur and Kid couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun fighting in the rain on a bunch of weak morons that had no business sailing his waters.

Back in the good ole days when he had both arms, he and the crew would take their time to draw out the agony for their victims, make their prey experience every single second of their torment before they met their ends by him. It had become a bit stale after so many victories, aside from his...previous embarrassments...and frankly he had found the routine of raiding other ships to be a bit boring.

Not this time.

Kid didn't take the lead in the assault either and he was perfectly fine with that – because he got to launch Y/N right on to the other ship. Where the men actually screamed when they recognized her as she landed on the slick deck and leapt into the first man, gutting him instantly.

It was a sight he'd never forget. A story he was already excited to retell the next time he got drunk and worked up over his crew's accomplishments.

With a gleeful laugh, Kid jumped on to the ship to back her up. For every man's knees or ankles she swiped at, Kid would follow up with a sickening punch in the face to knock them out. Pomp and Dive would bind the hostages while Gig and Haikei transported them to the Victoria Punk prison cells; their crewmates covered them as they worked, hacking down the sailors with extreme prejudice. The Kid Pirates rarely left survivors and today would not change their status quo.

Y/N disemboweled or clawed out the throats of her former crew that were nothing more to her than a distasteful memory of betrayal. Kid and Killer would follow up with a final kill shot to ensure their demise, and Kid could swear he heard Killer giggling out loud as he ran across the deck slashing everything and everyone to pieces. The redhead played with the ship's Captain while Y/N fought against the last of her mutineers, clearly not needing any help with them. Her fury was radiating off her as she blocked their blows and advanced on them, ripping them to ribbons but not quite killing them yet.

Kid grinned, Y/N was playing too. Gods she was so hot for that.

It took him a moment to process that while the gauntlets he made were good quality, they weren't so well crafted, or even responsibly armored having prioritized aesthetic over protection, that they should be holding up while parrying with multiple swords at the same time; and there wasn't even a slice or nick on Y/N's hands or wrists. Taking a closer look –

Yes, he could sense her energy, could see the hardening that covered her skin as she applied Busoshoku Haki to armor herself and her gauntlets as she lulled her mutineers into a fall sense of comfort in fighting. When one made a misstep, Y/N went in for the kill.

With grand, underhanded swipes, the claws of her gauntlets caught the man's chest and the force ripped his shirt and breast bone open as he was flung backwards over the rail. The next parry with a sword ended with the steel blade shattering as she gripped it with one hand and slammed her fist through the flat of the blade.

The rain didn't let up as Y/N and the last man standing walked in a circle, sizing each other up. Kid observed the deck and saw that everyone that wasn't his crew was pretty much dead. He returned his attention to her, interested to see what she would surprise him with next.

"WHERE IS IT?!" Y/N screamed, Y/H/C plastered to her scalp and cheeks. The blood of those she attacked became translucent as it was rinsed off her skin and clothes. Almost like nature itself was washing away her involvement, absolving her of any crimes – karma or some shit.