The Bastards [Shanks]✓

Secrets

Killer had woken up with a headache, dragging his body into the showers and into the kitchen, only to be greeted with a cup of coffee held right in front of his face. Following the arm down to the body he blinks in surprise. Under the heavy cloak the Gear was actually a very beautiful woman with large breasts, a small waist and wide hips. Large green eyes like those of a cat look at him from her undeniably beautiful face. Not even the huge amount of scars littering her body take away from it.
"Thank you." After double taking him, a sugar cube is placed into the coffee cup and he hums, taking to leaning against the counter, watching as she flips savoury and sweet pancakes. "Where did you learn to cook like that?" "When I was younger and still living with my brothers.. they were always food crazed. Especially when it came to meat. And since our caretakers could hardly give less shits I was the one who had to cook, seeing as those idiots would have more likely burned the house down. And then, when I left to live with my father I stopped to cook for anyone aside from myself but I've still got it." Killer smirks. "Your brothers.. how many are there?" "Three. All younger than me by over five years." "At your age.. wouldn't you have a partner?" Gear glances over at him. "I have somewhat of a crush on someone but I feel like not only is he way too good to be in my league but also he'd probably tell me he is too old for me." She rolls her eyes. "Who is it? A Whitebeard?" Gear shakes her head. "Nope. I won't tell. It's embarrassing. But I can snitch on the fact that Hawkeye has had his eye on me for a bit. And lord can that man flirt." Gear wiggles her eyebrows, making the masked man chuckle. "By the way.. are you just wearing that mask of yours in public or.." Killer reaches for his face. No mask. He is just about ready to run, when to hands cup his face. "Hey. It's alright. You've given me a secret if yours to keep to myself and you'll keep one of mine in return.. deal?" Killer stares at her. "What is it?" "My full real name.. is Monkey D. Catlyn. Meaning that not only is Dragon my family.. he is my father and Luffy, Captain of the Strawhats, is my baby brother." Killer stares at her. "But shouldn't you have black hair then?" Gear smiles. "My mother was a pale ginger with freckles and green eyes. I took after her." Killer slowly finds himself relaxing again. "I'll keep your secret." Gear smiles. "Good. And I'll keep yours... Maybe I should make you a new mask while I am at it." Killer blinks. "What for?" "One that gives you a mouth opening mechanism moving synchronised to your lips so that you can actually drink an eat properly." Killer blinks at her, then grabs her and squeezes her tightly. "I like you too but the pancakes won't flip themselves.", Gear chuckles. He lets her go again and leaves to quickly get his mask but he leaves it on the counter as he returns to his old position. "So you are the daughter of the most dangerous man in the world." Gear snickers. "The most dangerous man in the world. Ridiculous. My dad is smart and strong but I always believed Whitebeard to be the strongest Man and nothing will change that for me." Killer chuckles. "Having a thing for the old man, Hu?" "I've traveled with the Whitebeards for a couple of years when I was younger. I have nothing but respect for him." She turns out the last pancakes and keeps them warm in the oven as she prepares the coffee for the entire crew. "Why would you do that?" "Ace..?" He hums. "Your favourite little brother?" Gear chuckles. "Luffy is my only blood related sibling so I love him a lot and Sabo I adore with all my heart but Ace was the first one of them I really got to meet... For the first years it was just him and myself, then there was Sabo and finally Luffy when Gramps brought him to us and told me I had an actual sibling. So yes, actually. If I had to pick a favourite it would be Ace. Luckily I don't have to.", Gear tells Killer, pressing a plate into his hands and refilling his coffee. He smiles. Eating the pancakes with sirup with glee. "And Mihawk Hawkeye has really set an eye on you?" Gear smirks. "You doubt it?" Twirling once she grins, wiggling her eyebrows. "Only the Hawkeye part seems weird to me. He never seemed like the type to even have any interest in women at all." "The man is one hell of a flirt if he wants to be. And I have to admit I was a bit startled as well.." "What did he do?" "He wrapped his arm around me and whispered seductive things, that I really can't speak out loud without blushing, into my ear before biting my neck and.. honestly if my crush hadn't been there I think I would have jumped on the opportunity quicker than a kangaroo on steroids." Killer chuckles. "So who is your crush?" The woman snickers and shakes her head. "That one I really am not telling you." The man smiles to himself, looking as she slams the oven close with her hip. "But maybe I can give you a hint..." Peeking up at her words he gestures for her to continue. "He is in his late thirties and when I first met him, I was still a teenager and for the second time when I was barely an adult.." She sighs and Killer notes with amusement how lost in a dream she looks.
"Is he well known?" Gear grins. "Not telling." "How am I supposed to find out by that one little hint?" "You are not supposed to find out at all. I just gave you a hint to appease you." "Tell me." "Nope." "Why not?" "Because I don't want people to know about it. It's bad enough that my little brothers picked up on it and tease me about it non stop. Luckily for me the man can't keep his memories together..", she shakes her head while smiles at her. "All of them know?" "Yeah. But if my dad or my gramps knew they would probably go try and kill him." "Who is your grandfather anyways? You've mentioned him a couple times.." "Ah. He is known as 'The Fist' or Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp." Killers jaw goes slack. "You are the granddaughter of a vice admiral?!" Gear laughs, nodding. She then takes his mask, getting onto her tiptoes. "The others are coming." Placing his mask onto his head she gives him a smile, zipping shut her lips. A gesture he mirrors with an intense blush on his face, thankfully hidden by the mask.
Speaking to Gear he felt a bit like a shy teen again. And if he was honest.. he didn't mind very much.