Redemption... Killer X Reader

Our Little Secret

Warnings: Gore, explicit scenes and actions, and Killer being OOC 

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Killer couldn't sleep. He laid there in bed counting the seconds to help him, but all it did was reminding him of the seconds he lost of slumber. He'd been tossing and turning for the past hour and nothing seemed to work, not counting, not working out, not even practicing his drumming. When he laid there he felt something was missing, but what? What was wrong with him?

He decides that maybe if he ate something he'd be able to fall asleep. He headed over to the kitchen and to his surprise, the light was still on. He entered the room and found Kidd sitting there at the bar with a bottle of rum out and without his jacket. He assumed that (Y/n) had it again, she was the only person that could take something of Kidd and survive. The redhead looked over to him and grunted a hey.

"What are you doing up? You're not on night watch." Kidd took a swig from the bottle.

"I can't sleep, and I'm hungry" Killer muttered. He walked passed him and over to the fridge where he found some leftover spaghetti and another bottle of rum. "And you? Why are you up?"

"Same reason." Killer hummed and took the seat next to him. It was quite for a while, all that was heard was the scraping of Killer's plate and the landing of the bottles on the counter.

"Who made this?" he referenced to his food.

"You did, for the party, remember?"

"Nope, it's good though." Kidd rolled his eyes.

"How can you forget something you did. It's like you murdered someone and forgot to get rid of the body."

"Cooking is different from Killing."

"Well, you cut the meat, get rid of the-"

"Okay, okay, I get it smartass." Kidd smile for a while but then he frowned.

"You know what I'm really thinking about?" Killer hummed while slurping the spaghetti through his mask. "I'm thinking about how to get rid of my latest punching bag down in the brig," He growls. Killer could feel the metal utensil from his hand almost slip away towards Kidd from his anger, but he held it down firmly until he himself bent it in his own rage.

"He's still alive?" Another growl from Kidd.

"Barely, but yeah."

"Good." Killer finished his drink and stood up.

"Now why's that?" Kidd watched his partner walk over to the door and looked back at him. Kidd didn't need anything else to tell him that he had the look of murder.

"I need to send him a little message..." He sighed when Killer slammed the door.

"At first, I thought Doruyanaika-chan was Kidding, but now I know she wasn't..." he finishes the last of his drink, "damn, I owe her 200 berries... Oh well, it's a good thing I won't be seeing her anytime soon."

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The smell of blood and death grew stronger the closer he got the prison hold. He can still feel the rage fueling inside and his hands were getting sore from clenching onto his gauntlets for so long. That's when he reached the door that held the so-called "man" that assaulted (Y/n).

Killer opened the door and found a glorious sight. The brute had his hands crucified against the wall. His chest showed heavy, uneven breaths, his voice murmured strangled coughing that teetered on life and death. Blood was spilled everywhere from floor to ceiling and on all four walls and even splattered on his ragged, wretched clothes. The thing he saw didn't even look up when he talked.

"Have you...come...have you come to kill me? Cap'n..."

"Not yet," Killer replies.

"Killer? What are you doing here? Have you come to rescue me?" Rescue? Killer thought. He couldn't be that delirious. Not even the blood loss could excuse him from that wild accusation. "Please! The captain's gone mad, I haven't done anything!"

Killer balled his hands again. "Nothing? You call touching my treasure with your filthy hands NOTHING?" A swift punch collided with the assaulter's face. Blood painted the floor red again. He stepped on one of the thing's broken legs. "I'll give you another chance to tell me what you did wrong," he growls.

"I... uhh..." The man opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he was thinking, or was trying to see if his jaw still worked. "I touched your treasure?"

"That's right, Now what was that treasure?" Killer lessens the pressure on his leg.

"I...I think, Your mask?" Killer Lifted his foot off the man and he sighed in relief but howled in pain when he palms were ripped off from his crucifix. 

"NO!" His voice echoed in the room, down the hall, and maybe a part of the deck. "What was the treasure, MY treasure that YOUtouch!" 

"I don't know sir! I don't know! Whatever I did I won't do it again, please have mercy!" The man struggled to reach for Killer's ankle as he begged for forgiveness.

"There is none left," He kicked the man's arms away. "If you still have energy to talk then I'm going to ask you the same question until you get it right. We'll do this all night if we have to," and he was not bluffing. Killer took his sweet time in torturing them as much as they can before they bled out. Two more hours passed. "You're still alive, That's amazing I'll give you that, but..." Killer grabbed his sythes and adjusted them on his gauntlets.  "You only have an hour to live and I'm going to make this the best hour of my life." 

"Captain! Pl-please! I beg o-of you, please don't kill me!" Pleaded the man for the last time. 

"No, you still didn't say what you did wrong, and for breaking the rules and lying to us captains, your sentence is death." 

"Killer Please!" 

"Pirates are territorial of their treasure, Protective, and will do anything to make sure another person doesn't get to this.  I tend to rather get really pissed off when my treasure is taken from me from a nobody like you." 

"What...what are you sa-saying? I n-never touched your gold." 

"Treasure doesn't have to be gold or silver..." 

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There was a knock at Killer's bedroom door. "Killer?" Spoke (Y/n)'s meek voice.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing up, It's nearly sunrise?" 

"I couldn't sleep at all, Kidd snores too loud," she explained.

"I hear that," she chuckled. 

"Can I sleep in your room again?" Killer moved out of the way and she made a beeline straight to his bed. "Ahh...so comfy!" Under his mask, he smiled at her adorableness. She scooted over and patted the spot next to her, "Join me?" 

"In a minute." He put on a shirt and slid right next to her. His arm subconsciously snaked over her waist and her leg plopped over his. "Thank you, Killer..." (Y/n) whispered and nodded off in seconds. Killer stayed silent for a bit and continued to pet her hair as she softly snored. Finally, Killer's eyes grew heavy. 

"Goodnight, My treasure..."

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A/n: The My Hero book Is coming along nicely (I think), It's just not going to be posted here. It will be up on Sadistic_Sister's account, would be very appreciated if you visited them and support them too! I worked really hard to contribute my ideas in that book! 

I love y'all, stay safe, stay healthy!

Thanks for reading! ~ Ani 

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