𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 { 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸 | 2 }

Chapter 39:Home

Kira pov

The next morning, we decided that we're gonna go back to the Grand Line, and just spend the rest of my holiday together. Marco has promised me that he was going to introduce his adopted sister, Victoria, to me. From how much he talks about her, I can tell that he truely does care about her, in a brotherly way of course. I was actually kind of excited to meet her, in all honesty. Marco tells me that she hasn't really had a Mother figure to look up to..and I had a bit of a thought..

'Maybe I should try, and be a sort of Mother or sister figure for her? After all, she's only had Marco, and everyone else from the mafia.'

We packed up our room, and checked out. Marco loaded up the impala with our luggage, and we drove off. I helped Marco send a text to Ace, Itami & Victoria, as he was too busy driving. Marco was a tad bit freaked out with how fast I could type, and he was even more freaked out when I was texting without even looking at his phone. "Thats inhumane, its already scary that Itami can do that demonic shit you're doing, yoi." He had declared. I poked my tongue out at him, "Who ever said that Itami & I were 'normal people'? And correction! Its called skills, and having small hands!" I laughed. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, a crocked grin on his face, "Egg..." He muttered, "Pineapple." I fired back. "Mayonnaise." "Pickle." "Undercooked sausage." "Ruined scrambled eggs." "Expired cheese."  "Tasteless chicken." 

Marco fell silent, "I am offended." he states. I leaned over, and kissed his cheek, "Thats was my goal all along, babe." "I will get you back, yoi." I laughed, "Aw, is that the 'All talk, and no action' excuse I hear?" I taunted. "I will get you back, mark my words, yoi." "HA!" I wheezed, "In your scientifically bed wetting dreams!" Marco looked at me, "How did you know that I used to do that when I was little, yoi?" I smirked, a glint in my eyes, "Because it is proven that guys have wet dreams lot when they go through puberty! Believe me I know.." I explained. "Yeah, I know that you know, yoi." "Hehehehe, I just like being right!" I giggled. Marco shook his head, "I can tell..."

We later arrived back in the Grand line. I decide to just stay around Marco for a bit, as I had nothing else to do. We sat down on the couch, and Marco flicked the tv on, and the first thing that popped up, was the music channel. I realised that the song that was about to start, was one of my favourites from high school: Fluorescent Adolescent. Of course, me being me, I snatched the remote from Marco's hands, and spammed the volume button. "Jesus!" Marco exclaimed. "ITS MY JAAAAAM!"

"You used to get it in your fishnets,"

"Now you only get it in your night dress."

"Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness."

"Landed in a very common crisis."

"Everything's in order in a black hole,"

"Nothing seems as pretty as the past though,"

"That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco."

"Remember when he used to be a rascal?"

"Oh that boy's a slag."

"The best you ever had."

"The best you ever had was just a memory."

"And those dreams weren't as daft as they seemed."