Redemption... Killer X Reader

A Pipsqueak Beating

Killer looked everywhere and there was no sign of his captain. It felt like he had been scouring for him for hours and he's getting tired of these antics.

"It is too goddamn early for this bullshit..." he muttered. He was about to give up until he saw something in the corner of his eye. It was brief, but it was enough for him to recognize the tattered maroon color of a familiar fur coat. His eyes under his mask widen ever so slightly when he heard heavy footsteps in the same direction where the small tuff of fur had disappeared.

He thought of chasing after it but thought that the best choice of action would be to stalk quickly towards it and go in when the moment was just right. So he did just so and quickly placed his back on the corner of the wall and waited. He peaked a bit to confirm his suspicions and he deemed them correct when he saw a large portion of it being dragged into the Captain's quarters, It was Kidd alright. The footsteps paused meaning that he had a chance to pounce on them. Without hesitation, he bursts into the room and tackles them down to the floor.

They let out a small yelp upon impact. Wait. Yelp? Looking down he saw a trembling (Y/n).

'Fuck...'

"U-umm, hi?" She said quietly, "Can I help you?" Killer didn't say anything to her. He was still shocked at how close he was to her and how revealing the oversized shirt she was wearing. "Killer?" (Y/n) called again.

"Hey (Y/n) have you seen—" it was Kidd walking into the room, "Shit!" He tripped over the two and as he did he knocked over Killer's masks that held loosely on his head. It rolled on the floor and across the room. "Ow...what the fuck?" He looked down and saw Killer struggling under him, below Killer was (Y/n) struggling under them both.

"Get off of me you fat asses!" She groaned. Kidd rolled off of the pile in the slowest and painful way he could and gained an earful of growls from the two when he got off. Killer, however, remained on (Y/n) and clung onto her body as if his life depended on it. "Killer, I swear to Roger, if you don't get off of me!" All He did was groan into her chest.

"No! Not until I get my mask back on!"

"You're not gonna be able to put it on if you're still on me!" She scolded.

"Then I guess you're my new mask then! You're more comfortable than my old one!" Her heart raced and she blushed.

Kidd just looked at the two before turning around to leave. "Yeah, no, I'm not dealing with this."

"Just where in the hell do you think you're going?" His sister questioned.

"To get some food."

"Come and get your first mate off of me first!"

"You can handle that mess by yourself."

"Kidd! Get back here!" She screamed, "Kidd!" He was too far away from her voice. (Y/n) groaned then looked at the stubborn blonde who was still holding her tightly.

"You're not gonna budge are you?" Killer shook his head On her chest, another groan was let out. "Desperate times call for desperate measures..." she muttered before forcibly turning her body around, Killer's face was now on her back as she slowly crawled across the room and to the bed.

Once she got to the corner of the bed she pulled the two of them onto the bed with the help of the covers. Digging under the pillows she pulled out the most reliable tool in Kidd's collection, a wrench. She then proceeds to dig the wrench in between her and her captor's arms trying to pry them off. It didn't have much effect on him, so she started to bash away at any of his fleshy spots she could reach.

"Get. Off. Of. Me. God. Dammit!"

"No. Never. Nah-ah. Nope!"

"I swear to god! Why are you so annoying!" She screeched.

"What's the matter with sleeping in? I thought you would've liked staying in bed with me," he teased, "and even if you do get out of here, I'd like to see you try, shorty..." (Y/n)'s struggles stopped, everything became still, even the sound of the sea and the rocking of the ship stopped.

"What did you call me?" She grumbled.

"You heard me shorty." (Y/n) felt a vein popped in her arm as she clutched the wrench tighter in her hand. Swiftly and with no hesitation she drove the prongs of the wrench into Killer's side. As he writhes in pain (Y/n) saw this chance of freedom and used the open gap Killer made. She made leverage with her elbow causing them both to roll off the bed. The impact of hitting the floor made her completely free from Killer. She then got up, grabbed him by his shirt and arm and threw him across the room to where his mask was.

She let out a violent shriek as she threw him, "IM NOT SHORT!" Killer, who laid on the ground groaning, reached out for his mask but his head was stomped back down to the floor before he could get it. "Say it again, I dare you! Say how short I am!" The pressure was added to her foot. Killer could barely let out a word but managed to mutter back. 

"Ok, Ok I get it. You're not short." (Y/n) released her foot and onto the floor and muttered a damn striate. He turned around, and quickly said, "You're tiny." 

Another series of bangs, screeching and stuff being thrown around could be heard outside the quarter's door. Another bang was heard and Killer came out of the room as if he got shot in the stomach by a cannonball. The door slammed shut again but reopened moments later with his mask flying in, it hit him square in the face. Once fastened correctly on his head he heard soft clapping and a low chuckle. looking up and saw Wire with the same unamused face he usually wore, hands clapping at his messy, pitiful state. Heat stood beside him, his usual frown pulling slightly upward from what he just saw. He crouched down to Killer's level and simply said. 

"You just got your ass kicked by a pipsqueak."