Spin-off || Skin Shedding || [Lemon] || One Piece Fanfiction

Kid✖️

It's a weird ass story... but was fun writing ;3

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A certain redhead walked through a rather popular and familiar town. His eyes glanced over the people, recognizing the streets from the past. He didn't live here very long, but long enough to have made friends. One in particular that had given him a request to visit once he was close-by. Well... that was almost 10 years ago.

He hoped that the blonde was still hanging around somewhere. Hopefully being alive and managing to stay that way.

Jenny.

She was stubborn as hell and wouldn't give up easily. He remembered her dancing every time she had the chance. That was one of the reasons why she started to dance; others told her she couldn't...

It still pained him to remind himself that he was partly the reason why people said that to her.

He dared her to jump into the sea. However, they didn't see the dangerous beast swimming close to their island before she jumped off the cliff. A broad smile across her lips and diving into the blue surface without any hesitation. She had no fear.

Kid saw the Sea King approach her from a distance, shouting and trying to warn her, but it was useless. She swam to shore, not noticing that death was awaiting her. It was thanks to him that she could still tell the tale herself.

He had dragged her away from the water, the monster's teeth only biting off her leg as she was frozen in fear. Jenny was terrified. She recovered from the incident... but the sea became her biggest nightmare.

It wouldn't surprise him if she stayed here just because of the incident in the past. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head as he continued his search. He wandered off from his crew, he actually left earlier than planned, and found himself somewhere through the backstreets.

It wasn't abandoned or anything. It was like a blackmarket. Maybe it even was, he thought. Kid was being watched, but nobody approached him or bothered his presence. They knew him nonetheless.

His attention was caught by a woman that received quite a handful of cash, her short pink hair slightly moving as she chatted further with the men. A chuckle from her caused him to stop. It caught his attention.

Was she a prostitute? No. Her clothes weren't hinting any kind of sexuality.

Could she be working for some kind of organization?

Before he thought anything else, her cape moved away from her legs. Or to be more accurate; one leg. She had a peg leg strapped to her thigh, but she seemed not affected by the missing limb. Even if it was all worn out. The wooden texture being poorly taken care of and the leathered straps probably being replaced a few times.

She was still as stubborn as when he left.

"Jenny." He snapped, still seeing her speak to the creepy men around her. He expected no reply at first, until the people around him started to stare him down. They seemed very protective about her. He ignored their glares and tried again. It had to be her.