Spitfire [A One-Piece Fan-fic]

Chapter Five: Orinda's Time

The moment they docked, before the ship had completely put down a loading board in anticipation of the supplies they would pick up, Kana was crouched on the ship railing, grinning down at where Kyou was eyeing her with an expression akin to exasperation.

"Kana-c-"

"C'mon, ya know yer little...kl... klepa...klepti..." she began, trailing off with a furrowed brow as she tried to remember what exactly the word used to refer to Kyou had been.

In response, he simply sighed and shoved one of his hands through his hair.

"Kleptomaniac? You know that's not an adjective, right?"

"Tha's it! Ya know ya wanna git yer maniac hands on somma them Gran' Line folks 'n' see if they're harder ta 'it than ordinary folks! C'mon!"

Despite the fact that he'd initially opened his mouth to correct her usage of the word maniac, Kyou paused, a rather hesitant expression flashing across his face. Glancing back at the doorway to the deck- a spot that Law had long since appeared in- he was relieved to see his captain simply shrug, a musing expression on his face.

"... alright, yeah, sure. Let's go, Kana-chan! We'll be back later, Captain!"

Within seconds of that declaration, both rather over eager pirates- only one holding the excuse of being a child- had vaulted over the side of the ship and darted down the wooden planks towards the small town. Law simply watched them go, having already come to the decision that whatever came of this would be to his benefit. After all, either Kana would be out of their hair for the day while they refilled their low stores or she'd drag the entirety of whatever small marine force might be on the island down upon them. At which time Law would be given a chance to make a name for himself without having to actually go out of his way to draw attention.

There had to be advantages to Kana's ability to draw trouble.

After all, beyond the local law or perhaps a few irritable villagers, what other trouble was there for her to cause on a small island like this?

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"I'm so sorry, ma'am! I wasn't watching where I was going," Kyou apologized, his expression the picture of abashed innocence. "Are you okay?"

The older woman in question opened her mouth to snap at whoever had run into her, but at the sight of him she sighed, offering a faint smile instead.

"I'm fine. Don't..."

She blinked, trailing off as she studied him a bit closer. A second later she bit her lip and shook her head.

"You're fine. Sorry, I've got to go."

Then, without another word, the woman took off. As Kyou watched her with a slightly furrowed brow, attempting to disconcern why such a reaction had been given to him several times since the start of his and Kana's little escapade, said blonde appeared through the crowd and drew up next to him.

"Well, whatcha git?"

Startled to attention, he discarded the woman's strange behavior from his mind and grinned, holding up a coin-pouch for the girl's viewing. Kana whistled in response, her grin matching the boy's.

"Yer jus' a grea' little thief, ain't ya?" she asked, laughing. "Why, I be' ya coul' lif' anyone 'roun' 'ere!"

As she began looking around, with full intentions of pointing out a harder target for him to try, she suddenly became aware of something that until that moment had been lost on her. Unlike Kyou, she hadn't really been paying much attention the strange reactions of the townspeople had upon spotting them. At least, not until that moment when the stares of the passerbyes became obvious. With a scowl, she thrust a finger towards one of them to point them out to Kyou and turned her attention to the boy.