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HEIM EXCELLENT - CHAPTER 07

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summary: If you live in this area and are not a gang member, you are an old drunk thrown on the streets, a phantom in society, or dead.

highlight: ¨Well, you know what they say,¨ Wire adjusted his posture on the chair, reaching for his mug ¨those who escaped hell don´t complain when the sun is up at midnight.¨

warning: that´s a lot of info, I hope you guys like to read.

notes: Another chapter, guys! Said I’d release it by Christmas but I got drunk and cried myself to sleep hahaha I hope you guys are having an amazing and of year!

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

¨I know, I know. I´m sorry, I wasn´t feeling well yesterday. I was dead out pretty much all day.¨ you said as you opened the door, cell phone smushed against your cheek and shoulder. You gave the blonde standing in front of you a quick smile and signed for him to get in. ¨Ok. I´m sending it to you tonight. Ok, bye.¨

¨Trouble?¨ Killer asked when you threw your phone on the couch, plopping down after, a heavy sigh escaping through your pout.

¨Some work things I forgot to deliver yesterday. My boss was trying to give me a hard time.¨

¨He´s a jackass?¨

¨He´s a loser.¨ you both let a short laugh out.

¨Do you need time to finish it? I don´t think Kid would mind today, he´s in a good mood.¨ Killer sounded like he was forecasting the weather for the day.

¨Nah, don´t worry about it. It´s done anyway.¨

¨But you said on the phone that you´d send it tonight.¨

¨I´m giving him a hard time.¨ you smiled. ¨I remembered when I came home last night and got it done. I was about to send him,¨ you pointed at your computer screen, with the archives waiting for one click to be sent ¨until he called, trying to give me shit for it.¨

¨If you ever do this to Kid, don´t let him find out.¨ you shared a laugh. ¨So... are you ready?¨

¨Yeah, sure.¨ you grabbed your phone from the couch and shoved it into your bag ¨But before...¨ you asked, putting yourself on your feet.

¨Uh?¨

¨Why is Kid in a good mood? I didn´t think that was possible.¨

¨Oh, that.¨ the blonde opened a discreet smile ¨His prosthetic came back today.¨

You stared at him for what felt like minutes as you tried to process his words.

¨His what?¨ you asked, head tilting to the side.

¨His prosthetic arm.¨

¨Why would Kid need a prosthetic arm?¨

This time, you were stared at for what felt like minutes by the blonde. ¨For... the arm he doesn´t have?¨

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, letting an airy sound come off from time to time ¨What are you talking about?¨ you asked with a frown.

¨What do you mean, Y/N? Kid doesn´t have his left arm.¨ Killer sounded like something you should know ¨Normally, it´s very noticeable, but he had trouble with the pieces he bought and had to send them back. He was using the old one until now.¨

Instead of continuing the debate over the existence of Kid´s arm, Killer suggested you would get going so you could see for yourself. He avoided the complicated details, but apparently, they got into a fight over territories and businesses a while back, and Kid got out not so much unscathed.

Ever since that happened, Kid has gotten rare materials from suppliers of the Underworld to make what one would consider a weakness into one of his biggest strengths. But unfortunately, he had trouble with the pieces from the last order, and the prosthetic wasn´t working as smoothly as it should, so having to send them back left him in a sour mood.

¨I could swear he had both arms. Like, he threw me over his shoulder once.¨ you got chills in your spine remembering that.

¨I mean,¨ his voice sounded muffled by the helmet ¨the old one is smaller, more... normal size? But still, I thought you had noticed.¨

¨I guess I don´t pay much attention to things outside my computer.¨

¨Yeah...¨ you missed the sliver of concern in his voice when he accelerated on the green light.

Killer explained that he would be taking you to a different place today. Instead of the bar, you would be going to Kid´s shop, where he spent most of the time when he wasn´t out dealing with business. It was further into the district, an area you had never been to before.

When you got the job and had to move out of the countryside, you knew that affording a place in the lively and green district was off the table. So you chose an apartment close to the subway station, which meant living quite far from the core of the Shadow district.

Being away from the guts of the nasty businesses kept you safe and hidden for a long time. You even believed once that it would continue that way until you had the opportunity to leave. Alas, things went down a different path.

It was difficult to imagine how the place looked at night as you drove past the empty streets. The gray and cloudy sky painted the alleyways like an old photograph. Everywhere you looked had tall buildings with neon signs turned off, and, surprisingly, it wasn´t as dirty as you imagined. It was messy but not dirty.

At this early hour, the residents of the area were shutting their windows closed, getting ready to go to bed after a long and loud night. The district looked dead, uninhabited. It looked like a ghost town from the fiction books, a city forgotten after the apocalypse.

¨Here.¨ Killer said, bringing you back from the mess of thoughts in your head.

In front of you, there was a shop with the heavy metal doors rolled down and the lights turned off. The exposed brick and burnt cement structure had posters on the walls, stains on the floor, and, as the cherry on top, a big sign that said ¨Gibson¨.

¨So... Kid owns a... musical instrument store?¨ you asked, confused.

¨No.¨ Killer´s words left his lips with an amused tone ¨But I know where you got that from. It´s an auto shop. Come, there´s an entrance at the back.¨

You followed him all the way inside the shop, and after the screeching sound of the door opening, you had a view of what it looked like inside. You immediately spotted Victoria parked in front of the main door, a small kitchen-like area, and a couch in the middle of boxes and tools. The place was quite charming, with signs, posters, and pieces of decoration arranged all over.

It looked like a place people would share beers and have fun.

Well, not that you would know.

¨Y/N.¨ Killer called you, standing close to a staircase ¨Up there.¨

Your stomach twisted in apprehension about what was to come.

How many people will be there? Will I have to talk? Will they ask me questions? Did I bring the pen drive? What´s up there?

¨Don´t worry,¨ the blonde spoke as if your thoughts were loud enough to hear ¨no one´s getting hurt today.¨ he sounded reassuring.

¨That´s very much appreciated.¨

As you reached the second floor, it almost felt like you entered a different building. It didn´t resonate with the old-school car shop aesthetic at all. Another metal door led the way towards a victorian gothic study room with carved dark teal wooden walls and an immense mahogany pedestal desk placed on the opposite side of a television screen just as big.

Between the desk and the screen, leather couches and a coffee table rested upon an expensive rug that covered the entire floor. On the corner, a bar brightened the room with chandeliers and lights that made the bottles seem ten times worthier.

Heavy curtains closed the windows and judging by the lack of wrinkles on the fabric, you assumed that they stayed closed most of the time. Still, the air was not stuffy and damp. Other than the scent of some alcoholic beverage and perfume, the room smelled like cold leather.

You had a hard time believing that someone like Eustass Kid had such a refined office. Considering the ruckus he made out of your miscellaneous back in your apartment, you pictured his office as a raging mess.

Maybe that´s the reason the shop is right underneath. It doesn´t really matter if it gets messy.

¨Here.¨ Killer´s voice was anechoic, like the walls were soundproofed, making everything extremely silent ¨Can you get the material ready?¨ he stood close to the outer side of the desk, placing a laptop on it. Believe it or not, his hair never looked more gold. ¨The guys will be here soon.¨

During your entire architectural reverie, you barely moved away from the door, unsure if you should get in or not. You never stepped into a place like that, and if you didn´t know the owner, it would almost feel like a sacred space.

¨You´re blocking the fucking way.¨ a voice snarled from behind you.

You swayed to the side, trying not to show your tiny jumpscare. Kid´s hair also seemed bloodier, and he stood taller than ever as he passed by you.

Or maybe...

Your breath hitched at the sight of the massive metal arm that the furry coat failed to hide. Perhaps, it was supposed to be shown. If the talk about his prosthetic seemed unreal before, now, seeing it so close, it felt even more unbelievable.

You walked silently towards the chair Killer placed for you to sit on and get to work. The sound of you shuffling your bag and looking for the pen drive was muffled and loud at the same time.

Their voices in the back weren´t understandable as you turned the laptop on, being watched by the bull skull on the wall, with its horns ready to turn you into meat on a stick. Your palms began to cold sweat, even under the air conditioner.

As you started fiddling with the computer, the tv screen lit up, sharing the screen you had opened. You kept setting everything while people kept coming in. From the corner of your eye, you recognized a few faces from the bar.

¨Morning, Y/N.¨ someone approached, placing a mug close to you.

¨Morning, Heat. Oh, coffee, nice!¨ he gave you a brief smile before walking away with his signature sullen look.

¨Last time I saw you, you were almost dying by your window.¨ a much taller figure entered the room, making a pit stop by where you were. ¨How you doing, Y/N?¨

¨About that... I´m doing a lot better, Wire. How´s the air up there?¨

His shoulders shook with his short laugh as he turned on his heels, leaving you to finish preparing everything. You tried your best to ignore the discomfort of being there, outnumbered. Even if, theoretically, you were all on the same side, there were many unknown and intimidating faces.

As always, you felt out of place, wishing you could crumble into microscopic particles and go home.

¨Ok, everyone here?¨ Kid spoke, stepping back to the desk ¨You ready, too?¨ he glanced at you with his amber eyes looking darker than ever.

¨As much as I can be.¨

¨Then, let´s get started. Everyone! Most of you met Y/N already. She was working on finding out who´s responsible for infesting our place with plagues, and we´re gonna take a look at that now.¨

The people on the sofas immediately stopped talking, turning their heads to look at their boss, sparing you some glances, while you avoided looking back, afraid that your hands would start trembling even more and your heart would short circuit. When Eustass Kid motioned for you to start talking, the feeling in your mouth was of someone who had eaten handfuls of sand.

¨Uhm... I-¨ you cleaned your throat ¨I could get into someone´s device... but...¨

¨Hey, you´re gonna have to talk louder than that.¨ Kid said, eyes glued to the TV screen.

You took a deep breath, pursing your lips, preparing to start over. ¨I could access the device of a man named Zhu Watt. He was on Alex´s contact list, the man who worked undercover in your gang. He, unfortunately... or, fortunately... was killed by his boss as soon as he arrived back.¨

All eyes were on the screen, where you entered images of the conversations you found on his cellphone. A wave of small comments spread all over the room, some telling how he got what he deserved, some trash-talking the boss for killing him. You waited until it was over to continue talking.

¨They exchanged brief emails containing meet ups information every month. Though they alternated the locations, they were always the same ones.¨ a map of the district popped up on the screen with pins on the areas they would meet. ¨ satellite image only shows residential complexes and old warehouses. I don´t know the district much so... I guess it´s up to you guys.

¨Avoiding surveillance cameras, huh? Not so shabby.¨ a short woman with braided pigtails spoke, chugging the beverage in her mug. There was a follow-up of questions between the others.

¨Every month? And no one got sus?¨

¨I mean, they met pretty late at night.¨

¨Ah, you know we don´t work by the conventional commercial hours.¨

¨You guys think someone covered for him?¨

¨That´s a good question.¨

¨Why don´t we have all cellphones checked, boss?¨ Another woman asked nonchalantly. From where you were sitting, you couldn´t see much of her face. Her voluminous curly hair obstructed your view along with the crown-like hat she wore with confidence.

¨Wouldn´t be productive.¨ Kid responded, fingers tapping on the desk.

¨And if there are others, they are probably acting more cautiously already.¨

¨So... everyone´s innocent until proven otherwise?¨

¨For now, yeah. We have other things to focus on.¨

During all the talk, you noticed how they spoke to each other. Though they referred to Kid as boss as a sign of respect, they talked like equals, people with whom a long journey has been shared.

There wasn´t fear in conveying thoughts, voicing out ideas, and asking questions. They all sat comfortably, not minding taking too much space or if their arms touched.

Every single person in that room talked according to their character, dressed without caring about looks, and lived with no fear of judgment. The ones tabloids warned you about, the gangs, the criminals. Why do they look like the most free of all people?

¨Can you find who sent the messages we couldn´t read?¨ Kid turned to you.

¨What do you mean?¨ someone spoke before you had the chance.

¨The messages on Alex´s phone weren´t coded. They were like an auto destructive crap.¨

¨Software.¨ you corrected.

¨Whatever.¨

¨So the other side has a tech guy as well?¨ a lanky man with eyeliner, lipstick, and a spiky helmet asked, eyes meeting yours.

¨Apparently.¨

¨So, can you?¨ he repeated.

¨I mean, it would be easier if we still had his phone, but... I guess, yeah.¨

¨Then... we´re going after this Zhu guy or...¨

¨No, not now.¨ Kid answered ¨We´ll be watching him for a while. Our goal now is to get the tech guy.¨

¨There´s only one?¨

¨Let´s hope so. For now, I guess I don´t have to say this conversation doesn't leave this room.¨

They all agreed to Kid´s words in different ways, creating a mess of voices in the room.

After a while more of talk and explanation, a big man, Gig, if you heard it right, spoke. ¨Wait, I have a question.¨

¨Go on.¨ Kid responded.

¨Why did Alex send normal ass emails to this Zhu guy but received fancy coded messages from the other guy?¨ he asked, bringing all eyes on you.

At first, you were unsure if the one supposed to answer that question was really you, but when no one said anything, you took it as your cue.

¨Uhm... I thought about that too. Maybe, they have a hierarchy system going on...¨

¨What do you mean?¨

¨Well, Alex kept in touch with some people outside your crew. Most were frugal conversations, with the exception of Zhu and the email guy. I guess Alex reported to Zhu because he also doesn´t talk directly to the boss. Look,¨ you searched for some images on the computer ¨he reported about Alex to this other person, and their response was that they´d communicate the boss. A couple of days passed, and he got killed by the boss himself. You get what I´m saying? He didn´t go directly to him.¨

Some seconds of silence took over while everyone pondered what you said. ¨Makes sense.¨ the big guy commented ¨If that´s true, it kinda narrows down our option, right?¨

¨Maybe.¨ Killer talked for the first time in the meeting ¨Y/N, do you have more faces?¨

¨Yeah.¨ you said, feeling your cheeks get hot for God knows what reason ¨These are all the images from and with his contacts.¨ a gallery full of pictures popped up.

¨Get the one on the top right for me.¨

You did as he said, and, again, no one said a thing while they analyzed the photo.

¨Doesn´t this give off Scratchmen vibes?¨ the short woman spoke, her lips turned down in aversion.

¨Hell, yeah. Disgusting son of a bitch.¨

You remained silent as they shouted insults to Scratchmen, a name you didn´t find so strange to the ear.

¨Scratchmen...¨ his name fell off your mouth louder than you intended, making once again, all heads turn to you. Under all the attention, the words died in your tongue ¨... he... uhm, no, no, keep going.¨ you waved your hand, signing for them to ignore you with a weird smile on your face.

Biting your lip with sheer force, you shoved your face as close to the computer as possible, pretending to be looking for something. Your heart bit faster than rolling drums until someone took the microphone back.

¨Scratchmen Apoo, Y/N. Do you know him?¨ Killer asked, all the other people listening to him.

If you opened your eyes a bit wider, they would most likely fall off.

¨Uh... I-I... have heard. By name only. On... the internet.¨ partially true, since you read once about an article involving him and a scandal. At the moment, however, nothing came to mind.

¨Scratchmen Apoo is the dumb fuck who basically runs the red light district of the red district. Ironic, no?¨ the lanky man, now swayed a lollipop between his fingers as he spoke.

¨By red light, you mean...¨

¨Yeah. Drugs, sex, and people. That´s what he sells.¨

¨Oh, right-¨

¨What about tracking him?¨ Kid cut you, bringing the conversation back to Zhu ¨Did you try tracking him?¨

¨Yeah, actually. But, uhm... I couldn´t really turn on the location on his phone. He has a firewall installed, and I thought it could be risky.¨

¨I thought the rat thing didn´t detect.¨

¨Normally, it doesn´t. But with an app like that constantly sweeping the phone, looking for inconsistencies, I thought I could figure out another way.¨

¨Why?¨

¨Well, nothing on his phone has permission to access location, you know. If all of a sudden, it turns on, the firewall will definitely point out something. I didn´t wanna take that risk.¨

¨So?¨

¨I kept track of his IP address all day.¨

¨IP what?¨ the big man asked, confusion contorting his features.

¨Uhm, it´s like-¨

¨Google that later, Gig.¨ Kid interrupted you again ¨Go on.¨

¨Right. Both of his devices remained under the same IP address until six thirty-four in the afternoon when he left his house. I accessed his data provider and triangulated his route until... here.¨ you circled the area on the map with the mouse cursor.

¨Can you be more specific? That´s almost ten kilometers.¨

¨No... not now.¨ you sighed ¨As I said, we can only get a rough location based on the towers.¨

¨Are there more towers in the area?¨

¨Yeah. Here.¨ you pinpointed ¨And here.¨

¨So, the border should be around... here?¨ Kid walked to the TV, using his metal arm to show you.

¨Hmm... not really. The more populated the area, the more towers they have to avoid overworking them. When we get to the center of the three towers, they end up covering the same site.¨

¨How much?¨

¨Roughly... three kilometers.¨

¨So it could be this whole part?¨ he drew a line in the air again to express what he talked about.

¨Yeah. Something in particular there?¨

¨Everything.¨ the lanky man spoke again ¨It´s one of the most sus areas around here.¨

¨Sus.¨ the mohawk guy commented, giggling after it. He had been so quiet the entire meeting you barely noticed him.

¨But adds to the Scratchmen thing. He has many businesses in this area.¨

¨Not good enough.¨ Kid´s brows furrowed.

¨If you have a bit of patience,¨ you started, trying to have as much confidence as possible ¨I can grant you access to his location at all times.¨

It seemed to work since the redhead turned to you, a spark of interest crossing his eyes. ¨What do you have in mind?¨

¨To put it in simpler words, I´ll make his firewall blind to the location, so it won´t be checking that every time the system runs.¨

¨How´s that different from this?¨ he pointed at the TV.

¨Because I won´t be using cell towers to track him. I´ll be tracking him with a satellite.¨

A heavy sigh left his body through his nose as he pondered, all eyes on him. ¨And how much patience do I need?¨

¨Tomorrow morning.¨ his amber gaze gleamed at your words.

¨Then work your magic.¨

You sat in front of the computer while Eustass assigned some tasks to some of the people. Those you met for the first time didn´t leave the room without sparing you a quick goodbye, to which you retributed with a weird wave.

¨Stop sounding so outsourced.¨ Kid grumbled, stomping closer to you.

¨What?¨

¨You´re one of us, now. It´s not your crew. It´s our crew.¨ he sighed, throwing himself on the big office chair on the opposite side of the desk.

¨I guess... you´re right?¨ the answer came out confused ¨Just give me some time to get used to it.¨

¨Whatever. Wire.¨ Kid called, and soon Wire, who sat on the couch going through his phone, made his way close to you. ¨I want you to explain to Y/N how things work around here.¨

¨What?!¨ the both of you asked in unison.

¨Sooner or later, you´re gonna have to learn how the district operates.¨

¨But... why me?¨ Wire asked, visibly not happy with his task.

¨Killer´s got things to do today, and you two get along, right?¨ you exchanged looks, asking yourselves if getting along was the best term. ¨Just basic stuff. Main names, main places, and main things to be careful of. A headstart for someone who lived under a rock for the past years.¨

¨... a headstart for someone who lived under a rock for the past years...¨ he mumbled, tapping his chin ¨got it.¨

¨Look, I´ve never done this before, so... if you have questions, just ask, alright?¨

¨Right.¨

The two of you sat uncomfortably on a small round iron table on the first floor of the building, where Kid and some other men got heavy work done. Between the chair that was too small for Wire and the loud clinking of metal echoing through the walls, you were trying to be compliant to get it done as fast as possible and go home.

Wire, too, made sure to be as efficient as possible, although he couldn´t get himself to stop the yawns from coming every once in a while. His explanation was brief but precise, telling you, district by district, all the things you never tried to learn.

The city was divided into five districts. All equally wealthy, but for different reasons. At eight o´clock was the Light District, the district of extravagance, fine pleasure, and splendidness with all of the daintiest restaurants, opulent hotels, and luxurious casinos.

At ten o´clock lived loudly to the ears and the eyes with its blaring music and bright neon signs, the Shadow District, home of pubs, clubs, and eclectic bars. The sanctuary for gangs and teenage rebels with their bright hair colors and flashy clothes. Your, not so humble, abode.

Moving on to twelve o´clock you´d find the Commercial District, a place for fun and joy with splendorous museums, photogenic restaurants, and sports centers, such as martial art dojos and paintball arenas, you name it, they have it. Above the rugs, any legal service would be found there.

The Justice District, at two o´clock, is, as the name says, the Home of Justice, the key to progress. Soft asphalt and buildings that always look new welcome you to the place that houses the best hospital in town, the Hiruluk Institute of Medicine and Scientific Research. Some of the best surgeons in the world are gathered in this technological and medical marvel.

Last but not least, the Noble District, at four o´clock, was a place where not everyone could just barge into. It was mostly residential, with all houses named mansions and people living a life separate from the majority. The place received direct protection from the Justice District, while also having a safe route to the Light District, avoiding the dangers from the green and red lines of the subway.

All of these divisions were connected in the center of the city by the Lucky Lake, a romantic spot where dreamful hearts would throw their coins and make wishes. The districts were connected all together with some other important places by a subway line.

That was the part you somewhat already knew. After all, those were the main advertisement for anyone thinking of moving there. What you did not know, for example, was that Kid had gotten his hand into routes hidden from everyone, even the police. That´s how he managed to maintain a strong and successful relationship with the providers of the Underworld.

Those people wouldn´t put their businesses at risk with small gangs who would most likely get caught by the police, especially after the new commissioner, Sakazuki, took over. So with Kid holding the safe entrances to those illegal materials, it became easier for them to pick a partner.

“So you guys handle everything? From getting the pieces, assembling and distributing?” you asked, taking a sip from the coffee machine Kid had in the shop. Wire hummed and pulled a pack of cigarettes, putting one between his teeth and sliding the box across the table towards you.

“Sorta. It’s less work with the guns since we pick them up at the border of the districts.”

“You get the guns from the Commercial district?” you lit the cigarette after he threw the lighter your way.

“Nope. The other one.” He blew a smoke ring, not looking entertained by it.

You stopped to think for a second. Only two districts make borders with the Shadow District. And if he wasn’t talking about the green one, then...

“What?!”

He hummed again.

“You receive the gun parts from the Light District?”

“Yeah.” he shrugged.

“But don´t they have, like, very strict security?¨ you puffed some smoke out, slowly allowing yourself to relax on the chair.

¨Our guy has a safe path too. Plus, we don´t pick´em up in broad daylight. S´why, by the way, I´m almost fucking sleeping in this chair.¨

¨Huh, you guys weren´t playing with the whole conventional work hours thing.¨ you commented, remembering what the short woman said.

¨Gotta be ready all the time. But we´ll go over this later.¨

¨So, you´re getting some sleep after this?¨ you waved your hands around as if you pointed to the situation ¨I mean, not that I have the best sleep schedule but ... you can´t really rest when you sleep during the day.¨

¨Well, you know what they say,¨ Wire adjusted his posture on the chair, reaching for his mug ¨those who escaped hell don´t complain when the sun is up at midnight.¨

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metalnchains · 1 year

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100% just an excuse to draw the dorito chip’s ass and make him fuzzy......but good practice anyway. :D

#killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #massacre soldier #kid pirates #the kid pirates #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid

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nintendo-girl-for-life · 2 years

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#one piece #one piece killer #massacre soldier #one piece 1017

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attyattlaw · 3 months

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like hiring a horse to dogsit

#based on an actual conversation ive had #trafalgar law #killer #massacre soldier killer #op killer #can we just settle on killer's actual tag like actually?#eustass kid #eustass kidd #this may come as a surprise but i was killer in that conversation #ross then proceeded to compute the actual ascorbic acid content relative to my body mass and i just continued drinking #that band au #forgot that tag #tw alcohol

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apirateslifeforbudgie · 5 months

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So this...is a sketch I did a couple of months ago. I had just gotten back into drawing, and it was my first time drawing like...all of them. I was told I couldn't not post it 🫠 I'm working on something that'll make up for this, I swear

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baby-xemnas · 8 months

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killer wants to be cute too but noooo kidd has to be TALL and STUPID 🙄

#kidkiller #luzo #lawbepo #gang is all here #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #trafalgar d water law #bepo one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #my art #one piece #eustass captain kidd

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Could I ask for some platonic headcanons on what it would be like to be besties with Heat, Wire and Killer please? Thank you, and I hope you have a good day!

Heat:

It's a buy one get one free deal, Wire comes for free with Heat

Very touch starved so he's always randomly hugging you or draping his arm over you

The best person to gossip with, he somehow knows everything about everyone he's ever met

Naturally runs super warm so hugging him is the best in the winter

Gets sweaty very easily and always ends up trying to wipe himself on you

Can't run very fast so you'll win any races against him

Loves to sit and listen to you rant about your interests/hobbies

Will research anything you're really interested in so he can ask questions and do it with you

Gives you forehead kisses

Has a key to your room and often uses it to take naps on your bed

Massively in debt so you'll either end up running from marines after he shoplifts or end up paying for the stuff he wants

Tries regularly to blackmail you into buying The Sims expansion packs

The type of best friend who everyone thinks you're dating but both of you feel sick at the thought of dating

Walks into your room so often without knocking that he's seen you naked, but does not give a single shit and cannot see you in a sexual way

Can communicate with you with eye contact and facial expressions

Platonic cuddles in his bed

Arguments with him last 4 minutes before he starts laughing

Whenever he wants to learn a new hobby he makes you do it with him

Will never forgive you for the time you drew a smile over his mouth whilst he slept because you said he looked too miserable

Steals your clothes so often that you sometimes have nothing in your wardrobe

All decisions in your friendship is decided by rock paper scissors

The game has devolved into a free for all though, he'll whip out a gun to shoot your rock

Makes the most disgusting food but always insists on cooking for you and watches you until you take a bite of it

Has your skin care routine memorised and does it for you when you're tired

Wire:

Super protective

The best concert buddy, he will go to any concert or gig you want

He also let's you sit on his shoulders if you can't see anything at the concert

Acts like your older brother

Knows everything about you, even things you never told him

Will threaten anyone you go on a date with and quiz them until he feels satisfied

Makes you the best hot chocolate to cheer you up

Only you know the secret recipe and has threatened you with death if you tell anyone else

Wants you to be the godparent of his future children but would rather die than tell you that

Watches Real Housewives with you and gets incredibly involved with the drama

Throws popcorn at the tv and makes you pick it up

Spoils you with whatever you want or he thinks you might like

The ultimate wingman in clubs

Doesn't talk often, so prefers it when you do most of the talking for him

Makes you learn sign language so you can talk shit about people next to them

Likely childhood friends who joined the crew together

Can read your body language incredibly well

So incredibly bad at poker

Can read your tells, so you are also bad at poker when you play with him

Made you swear a pact with him aged 10 that if you're both still single by 35 then you'll get married and adopt cats or children together

Traumatises you with his sick fetishes whilst you're trying to sleep

His love language is teasing you

Matching friendship bracelets with your names on them

Killer:

Did you want a new mother? No? Oh well you're getting one because that's how Killer is towards you

He makes sure you have a decent sleep schedule, regularly drink water and cooks you healthy meals

He will also prioritise cooking your favourite foods over cooking Kid's favourites

Kid claims he hates you for this but he's happy Killer has another person he can trust so much

He lets you paint his nails and play with his hair whenever you want, it's like having a barbie doll as a best friend

Will beat up anyone who laughs at you and would probably cry if you did the same for him

Trusts you to see his face but still struggles to let you hear his laugh

He still trusts you to hear it, he's just still working towards overcoming his insecurities

The ultimate reading buddy, he loves sitting and quietly reading books with you

Will read to you if you want him too

The type of friend who comes to pick you up after work so you get home safely

Scary dog privileges

No one would dare harass you when you see him walking next to you on the street

If you do stupid shit around him, he'll just deadpan like he's on the office and question why he let you join the crew

Will desperately try to get you to work out with him

If you have younger siblings or a child he'll spoil them rotten and be their favourite uncle

Killer and you are like the crew's parents who are just keeping everything together

Platonic coffee dates where you both sit in silence and read

Takes care of you when you're ill or hungover by making you soup and sitting with you

Also washes your hair for you and runs you elaborate bubble baths

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memento-moli · 5 months

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We were talking about modern au with baker Killer and this happened

You know hey would lie their asses off without missing a beat after eating everything Killer bakes lmao

#one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #heat one piece #wire one piece

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hraeesvelgr · 3 months

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#art #one piece #one piece fanart #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #killer op

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holykillercake · 2 years

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HEIM EXCELLENT - CHAPTER 06

previous chapter - masterlist - next chapter

word count: 4.7k

summary: If you live in this area and are not a gang member, you are an old drunk thrown on the streets, a phantom in society, or dead.

highlight: ¨That´s right. The Shadow District communicates with the Underworld through people like Kid.¨

warning: Eutass´badmood.exe

notes: I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as well! <3 Cheers for another short season of holy killer cake!

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

Still in the wee hours of the morning, as the sun rose above the horizon and the dawn frost clung to the greenery, the deafening bangs on the door almost made you drop your cup of coffee.

Angry screams made the plants lose their vitality, and the white wallpaper lose its color. You´d recognize Eustass Kid's voice even if you lost your hearing. After all, no one else made you want to stick a grenade in your mouth and pull the pin.

Your walk towards the door was languid, like that of an Arcadian character shuffling through their cottage surrounded by a bucolic landscape of flowering fields and golden sunsets.

I'll get to the door when I get to the door.

You recited in your mind the words Eustass Kid used the night before when Killer asked at what time they would be at your apartment for the job.

We'll be there when we do, dammit.

¨Why did it take so long to open the fucking door?!¨ the redhead yelled, letting himself inside. He wore a type of black band across his forehead, and the tip of his nose was red like a reindeer´s.

¨Good morning, Rudolph. Wanna come in?¨ you sighed at the end of the sentence.

¨He still hasn't slept.¨ the blonde said, half his face hidden behind a mask ¨Good morning, YN.¨

¨I don't know if good is the best way to put it. As good as it can be morning, Killer. Come in.¨

After washing your face, you went to your room where your setup was. You took the trouble to straighten the covers and open the windows to ventilate the place. At some point, Kid and Killer started following you like baby ducklings crossing the street.

Or rather, Kid was bored and gave himself the freedom to invade your room. Killer went after him to avoid some tragedy.

It wasn't as if something intrinsic in your soul had a tremendous dislike for the redhead. After all, he saved your life from an unpleasant fate. But he as a person was not very pleasant. And even though you sometimes recoiled from his threats and hysterical screams, it was impossible not to retort with some sarcasm or insult.

You left the room just one more time to get another cup of coffee before starting. Finally, there you were. Kid digging through your miscellaneous on the shelves, Killer a little farther away not to invade your space too much, and you, cross-legged on the office chair, starting to run all the software necessary for work.

¨Tell me again why we´re doing this in this fucking can?¨ you heard the Kid complain for the hundredth time ¨I´m feeling fucking claustrophobic.¨

¨Wow, you know a word with more than two syllables.¨ you muttered, eyes glued to the laptop screen.

¨What did you say?!¨

¨Nothing...¨

The night before, right after a nice dinner with Killer, he suddenly became the bearer of bad news. Apparently, Eustass Kid had a job for you. And, for some reason, he wanted to watch you do it.

He explained briefly what your assignment was, and it seemed like something really simple.

He also explained that Kid let the man escape after a couple of days. You asked if it wasn´t a risky move since no one knew what kind of information he possessed, and Killer replied by telling you to trust Kid´s decisions.

Trust Eustass Kid? I don´t know about that.

¨I thought I had passed your test already.¨ you completed, trying to ignore the raging man stomping around your apartment.

¨I make the rules here. Don´t complain too much, or I´ll make you work at the bar.¨

¨Alright, you two.¨ Killer stepped in, putting back the pieces of decoration Kid took out of place¨Y/N, Kid is here to clear some doubts. And Kid, Y/N feels more comfortable working from her house. Now, the sooner we cooperate, the sooner we´ll be on our way. Can we do that?¨

Other than the comfort of your apartment, you wanted to work with the tools you were used to. And there was nothing better for the job than your setup.

You had a few monitors showing every tab and a powerful CPU to run any program you wanted. Seventy percent of all the money in the house was concentrated in that corner of your room.

¨House... this is more of a shoebox.¨

You breathed slowly at his insults, trying to do as Killer said. Get the job done and get Kid out of your place.

¨Ok, I´m gonna get started.¨ you announced, noticing the slight trembling of your fingers as you were about to press the enter key.

Now, I am one of them.

Click.

¨What do we have?¨ Kid asked, sounding a bit calmer.

You raised your hand in response, signing for him to wait a little more for the page to finish loading. You used a simple password cracker tool to access the messages, and soon they were filling the page.

The tension began to rise up as you typed a few things. You would almost forget that more people were in the room if not for Kid´s breathing. As always, Killer remained deadly silent.

¨Hm... this is not good...¨ you said, sipping your coffee.

¨What?¨

¨Wait, let me...¨ you tried out a few more things before turning to the redhead ¨The messages are not coded. This is just a bunch of BS.¨

¨What do you mean? You said they were coded!¨

¨I know, but they look like coded messages at first sight.¨ you scratched the back of your head ¨ They probably sent with a program that allows the receiver to read the message once before turning into this mess. It´s the equivalent of banging your head on the keyboard. We could be here for hours and get nowhere.¨

¨Can´t you discover where it came from?¨ Killer asked.

¨I tried, but whoever sent this accessed the internet using an anonymizing software. It´s impossible to find out the IP address.¨

¨Can you explain that?¨ the blonde asked again, for both of their behalves. He knew Kid hadn´t understood as well, but he was too proud to ask.

Although technology started to become more accessible, the districts granted more access were the Justice and Commercial Districts. And though they were on good terms with their smartphones and laptops, some technicalities were difficult to keep up with.

¨Uhm... it´s like... IP addresses contain location information and make devices accessible for communication. Think about this, the internet needs a way to differentiate between different computers, routers, and websites, right? IP addresses provide a way of doing so.¨ you started ¨Whoever sent this used an anonymizing software that prevents someone watching your connection from knowing what websites you visit. And in this case, it also enables anonymous communication.¨

¨So we´ll never know the content of the messages?¨ the blonde asked.

¨Yep.¨

¨Oh, great fuck!¨ Kid shouted, pacing around your room.

¨But, I mean, you were expecting this already... right?¨ you asked, confused.

¨What?¨they asked in unison.

¨What?¨

¨Why would we expect this?¨ Kid asked.

¨Wh- because you told me to download a RAT... and you let the man go...¨

¨You told her I let that fucker go?!¨

¨I thought she could use the information.¨

¨Ok, whatever. Y/N, what rat are you talking about?¨

You blinked, realizing that his plans were not as thought through as Killer made you believe.

¨Uh... I... I don´t remember your exact words, but... you said something about RAT?¨

¨No, I didn´t.¨

¨Oh, no, wait, Kid. I think you did.¨ Killer added ¨Were you talking about the animal?¨

¨Fuck yeah, I was talking about the animal. What else could it be?¨

¨Uhm... well, I thought you were talking about remote access Trojan or... RAT...¨

The three of you shared a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

¨Of course, I wasn´t! What the fuck is that?¨

Oh, God, here we go.

¨It´s a malware program that includes a back-¨ you stopped after seeing the will to tear you in a million pieces painted in Eustass´face ¨it´s a program that allows the intruder to do just about anything on the targeted computer. I sent an e-mail and some other requests to see if any worked.¨

¨But he is definitely not using the same smartphone. I mean, he´s not that dumb.¨

¨That´s the beauty of it. As long as he is using the same e-mail address, the system can be compromised.¨

¨Wouldn´t they know it?¨

¨Hardly. The code is small and compact. It usually doesn´t show up in lists of running programs, so it´s difficult to detect. And even if he created another e-mail, I sent it to some of his contacts as well. Someone must have clicked on it.¨

¨Well, can you check it?¨

¨On it.¨ you answered, pulling a cigarette from your pencil holder and holding it between your teeth.

¨Oi, don´t light that shit up now.¨ Kid said.

¨Relax, I don´t light this one up. It just helps me focus.¨ you said, not taking your eyes from the screen.

It was difficult to know exactly what courses of action to take. After all, you knew nothing about their goals and motifs, the other gangs in the area, and what type of things you should be careful of.

The three of you walked on thin ice, unable to trust each other. Even if you made an agreement. Even if Kid saved your life and even if you are a valuable asset to the gang.

Within every key you pressed, the door to go and get your life back seemed more distant. You were the only one losing everything. Losing...

Wait, what am I losing?

Meow

¨Shit!¨ Kid shouted ¨Where did this thing come from?¨

¨Yeah, that´s right. I forgot you had a cat.¨ Killer added, lifting him up.

¨Yeah, don´t worry, Kid. It´s just a cat.¨ you said, condescendingly.

¨I´m not worrying. Is this thing even vaccinated?¨

¨Yes, he is, ¨ you replied, annoyed by the treatment he was giving your pet ¨what about you?¨

¨Ok, that´s enough.¨ Killer said before Eustass had the chance to spit fire on you ¨Y/N, uhm, the IP address thing. Can anyone track our phones if they have our IP addresses?¨

¨Hm, no exactly.¨

¨But you said that IP addresses contain location information.¨

¨Oh, yeah, but computers and cellphones work differently. For example, when you are connected to your house wi-fi, you get an IP address. But as soon as you leave the house and connect to your cellphone data, your IP address will change to the tower you´re getting the signal from. And it keeps changing according to your location. Even if they could access this technology, all they would get is the area surrounding the tower, very roughly.¨

¨And how easy is that?¨

¨To normal people? Not very easy. To people with enough knowledge to send out auto-destructive messages? Not impossible at all.¨

¨Keep that in mind, Killer. We might need it.¨ Kid said with a twisted grin on his face.

¨Yay.¨ you added, clearly faking excitement.

¨What should we be careful of?¨ the redhead asked, somewhat respectfully for the first time of the day.

¨In my opinion...¨ you stood silent for a few seconds, pondering the words ¨the undercover guy´s boss.¨

Kid laughed as if he carried not a single worry regarding that man.

¨What do you mean?¨ Killer asked.

¨I... it´s just that... he could have put on a baseball cap, gone to a coffee shop, blended in with the people, and used public wifi to send those.¨ you tried to express your worries in the best way possible ¨Using onion browsers to protect your identity... I mean, don´t you think they have a place they want to hide or qualified people?¨

The air in the room grew thicker as the three of you refused to say a single word. Or, better said, didn´t have the words to continue the conversation.

The game that once was played solely by the rules of brute force had been shaken by an invisible opponent. One that could come and go unnoticed, one that could hide behind a screen, protected by fortresses.

The day Kid feared had come as well, the proof that not only he would have to step up his game, but someone was already ahead of him. Luckily, he had a new asset.

You had your back already turned to them, checking to find any fish that bit your bait, when someone´s phone exploded with notification bells.

¨Time to go, Killer¨ the redhead put himself on his feet after checking the messages, already exiting the room.

¨Wait, but I didn´t even do anything yet!¨

¨You will. Here,¨ the man threw a wad of cash in your direction ¨find everything you can about the man who sent that idiot here. As I said, this is just part of your payment. You´ll get the rest when I can trust you.¨

And as fast as he stormed in, he stormed out, the apartment going back to being silent and calm like a river.

¨If you need anything, just call.¨ Killer said before leaving in large steps to keep up with the ginger, who, at this point, banged the pickup truck door closed.

¨Thanks.¨ you whispered, leaning against the door, watching the vehicle burning out your street ¨Weird folks.¨

Without much thinking, you returned to your room, taking your headphones to make you company.

¨I just have to find out who the other guy is. C´mon, Y/N, this is your jam.¨

In less time than expected, you had access to the devices of someone called Zhu W. Strangely, there were no signals to intercept the ex-undercover guy. That could mean that he either changed all of the accounts connected to the old e-mail or his cellphone was off.

¨Who leaves their smartphone off nowadays?¨ you muttered, noticing your body heating up.

Every given click tightened the not you felt growing in your throat, and even the most subtle of the sounds could scare you.

¨Come one, mister Zhu. Tell me what you know.¨ you started with the message apps ¨bla bla bla, today's my day off, bla bla bla, fucking cold, bla bla bla it was a shame the boss erased hi-¨

You averted your gaze from the computer screen, feeling your heart rate speeding up, the palm of your hands form a layer of sweat, and the knot tightens even more.

I don´t wanna read anymore.

¨It ain´t such thing as escaping when it comes to Eustass Kid... if he came back is cuz he changed sides...¨ you read in whispers, afraid the neighbors might hear.

No, he didn´t change sides...

¨Boss shot him square in the for-¨ you bit your lips, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Fuck! These people kill for real! Of course, they do, Y/N! Don´t be fucking stupid! Fuck! You gotta calm down. It´s no use crying now.

Not anymore.

Apparently, there was no welcome back party for the man who put his life on the line for his gang. The ¨boss¨, whoever he is, shot him in the head as soon as he stepped in.

The reason why the malware didn´t work on his devices was that he was dead before he could think of opening an e-mail.

I don´t want to take a fucking bullet in the head.

Fuck!

You jumped at the sound of an incoming call, making you put your hand to your chest to hold your heart in place.

You looked at the screen expecting to be one of those blocked numbers from some phone company wanting to sell you some expensive internet data plan. However, it was Killer's name that appeared on the screen.

You picked up your cellphone with shaky hands, sucking in the air before answering ¨Hi.¨

¨Hi... did something happen?¨

¨N-No! Did something happen with you?¨

¨Uh... no, nothing. I just wanted to let you know that Kid and I are going back there tonight. Did you find anything?¨

¨Y-Yes.¨

You stood up from the chair, feeling the world spin around you as you took some steps to exit the room.

¨You sure you´re alright? You sound kinda worried.¨ he insisted.

¨Yeah, everything is alright. Uh... I´ll wait for you here, then. Bye.¨

Without even giving the man a chance to respond, you ended the call and threw the device on the bed, making your way to the living room. There wasn´t a specific reason why you went there. You simply surrendered to your instincts, and they were in fight and flight mode.

Your chest hurt with the tightness, squeezing you from the inside out. It was hard to breathe and focus on the next step. There was no next step for you, only a spiral leading you further down.

¨Please, Y/N. Calm down, please.¨ you begged yourself, hoping that you would listen. ¨Let´s just lay down, okay? On the couch. We´re laying down on the couch.¨

You had acquired the habit of giving yourself instructions whenever episodes like this happened. It wasn´t a health tip you saw on a youtube video but something you started to do without even noticing.

You laid down on your right side, face turned to the cushion and right arm holding your waist like a hug. Your fingers brushed the fabric of your shirt as you tried your best to focus on breathing steadily.

¨We´re okay. You´re okay.¨ you repeated to yourself like a mantra until your body began to calm down, stress drifting you to a nap.

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¨Y/N, come in!¨ Killer said as he opened the door of his apartment.

After you woke up from your nap, your body felt lighter, except for your arm, which had gone numb. You remained sat on the couch for a while, thinking about how you still had to go back to your room and finish the job before Killer and Kid returned to check on it.

You stalled for a few hours before actually doing so. Taking a shower, eating some lunch, and scrolling through social media. You stalled until the fear of not having the task done before they arrived surpassed the fear of finding another horrid piece of information in that cellphone.

The good old tactic worked just fine. But it might have been because nothing terrible popped out. You tracked the device all day and looked through his e-mail and text messages.

Around nine-thirty, you received a call from Killer, asking you to come down to his place since Kid was not in the mood to be ¨squeezed in the sardine can you called an apartment¨.

So, shoving the pen drive in your pocket, you made your way to the first floor, careful not to trip on the stairs. Differently from the past times, you barely stopped moving before knocking on Killer´s door, not taking long for him to welcome you in.

¨Are you ok? You sounded worried on the phone earlier.¨

¨I...¨ you failed to the find the words, entering the living room and finding Eustass on the couch, staring back at you. ¨I´m fine.¨

¨Spare me time and give me the pen drive, I´ll take a look at it myself. We have a meeting tomorrow, you better be ready.¨ he said straightforwardly, putting his hand out.

You watched him, slowing down as you approached. Kid´s scarred face carried a grumpy scowl, even worse than the one he had earlier that morning. You pressed your fingernails into your palms, squeezing the small device in your right hand.

Kid´s eyes twitched in annoyance at you, short on patience. He wasn´t in the mood to deal with whatever he thought you would pull. You didn´t see, but you guessed that Killer gestured something to the redhead because he rolled his eyes, sighing and putting his hand down.

You stood awkwardly in front of him, struggling to swallow your saliva as your throat went dry.

¨So?¨ Kid asked, raising an eyebrow.

You tried to push the words out of you, but it seemed impossible. Tears started to build up in the corner of your eyes, your nose began running, and you had to use the sleeve of your jacket to keep you from looking like a hopeless snotty child.

¨They killed him, isn´t it?¨

You remained silent, afraid that if you started talking, the waterworks would start as well. You hated that you couldn´t control your emotions. You hated that you didn´t know how to deal with this situation and that your body forced you to be vulnerable in front of other people.

You have been alone for too long, keeping yourself well enough to avoid breakdowns, and when it was too much to bear, you would let the warm water carry your frustrations down the drain. But ever since you met those guys, you were forced to cry every tear you held all those years.

¨Don´t you think it´s about time you stop all this crying?¨ the redhead said, clearly irritated. ¨Every time I see you you´re complaining and whining like a fucking spoiled baby.¨

¨Ki-¨

¨I´m not... a spoiled baby, and I´m not a fucking criminal.¨ you hissed back, chest boiling with anger. ¨I just don´t wanna end up with a hole in my head when you decide I´m not useful anymore.¨

¨You made your choice, Y/N.¨

¨Stop saying that!¨ you said between pauses, raising your voice ¨I know, ok?! I know I made my choice, but what was I supposed to do? I should have gone with those guys to be sold to human trafficking or get fucking killed?! What great options I had!¨

¨What happened doesn´t matter anymore! I don´t know what kind of fairytale crap you lived in until now, but not everyone comes to the big city to live the movie life. Some people end up in the districts where light doesn´t fucking shine. It´s past the time you get with that.¨ Eustass growled, getting on his feet and marching to the door, giving you the last warning before shutting the door ¨We´re having another meeting tomorrow. Get your shit together by then.¨

You flinched at the loud bang, closing your eyes and pursing your lips together. The deep breath you took was loud and almost sounded like a sniff. It technically was. You wanted to cry. Cry out of fear, cry out of frustration, cry out of anger.

Eustass Kid didn´t know shit about your life, and just because you weren´t raised on the streets or had whatever fucked up life he did, doesn´t mean your life was a fairy tale. It enraged you that he thought so, acting and treating you like your feelings weren´t valid.

You heard Killer´s steps getting closer to you, and it almost looked like he made noise on purpose, taking into account what you said about him being so quiet. He didn´t say anything, he only walked over to the couch in front of you, sitting and scrunching his goatee.

¨I don´t wanna talk right now, Killer. I´m going back to my place. I just need to... get my shit together, apparently.¨

¨Ok, ¨ he said softly, making a contrast with Kid ¨But before, can you tell me a little about you?¨

¨What?¨

¨Yeah, you tell me about you, and I tell you about us. Seems fair, right?¨

You watched him for a few seconds, with your brows knitted and your upper lip slightly pulled. Your face could not convey more your exhausted and confused condition.

¨Whatever.¨

¨Where you from?¨

¨Countryside.¨

¨Do you have family?¨

¨My parents and another cat.¨

¨And what did you like to do back in the countryside?¨

¨Nothing. That´s why I came here.¨ you rose from your slumped posture ¨Why are you asking all this? You´re gonna compare me to the tragic life you two had?¨

¨Actually, I will. Do you wanna hear it?¨ he said with a kind smile on his lips.

You couldn´t say no, so you shrugged instead.

¨Alright, I´m not gonna drag this too much, though.¨ he started. ¨I met Kid in the orphanage, he barely talked when he got there. We lived there for a while until the government cut the resources and the staff left. We ran out of food pretty soon and had to find a way to get it. It was our first contact with crime.¨

You looked into his eyes at all times. He talked with such ease as if he carried no pain behind it. As if, because he knew no other life, it was normal.

¨Some gangs in the area started to recruit some of us to do small work in exchange for, you know, housing, food, stuff like that.¨ you nodded. ¨At the time, there wasn´t much violence or money circling in the district. This was just wasteland.¨

¨When did it change?¨ you asked, slowly engaging in his story.

¨They tried to end the Shadow District many times. The first one I remember was when Kid and I went pickpocketing in the Light District. We heard the shooting from there, and when we got here, everyone we knew was dead.¨

¨What happened then?¨

¨After that, everything happened really fast. Someone started supplying weapons to the population for a bargain price. Everyone got one to protect themselves, and, in the end, the district became so marginalized that no one knew what to do with it anymore. No one wanted to invest in this place anymore.¨

¨So... the circulation of illegal stuff moved the economy until all the dirty money in the town was concentrated here.¨ you guessed, letting your body sink onto the couch again.

¨That´s right. The Shadow District communicates with the Underworld through people like Kid.¨

¨Under what?¨

¨Underworld. Where all the illegal stuff comes from.¨ Killer explained briefly.

¨And the police don´t try to arrest anyone?¨

¨The police arrest anyone who leaves loose ends, and Kid is not one of those people.¨

¨He doesn´t look that sophisticated. ¨ you muttered.

¨He´s not. But he´s way more careful than people might think.¨ the blonde opened another smile, filled with admiration for his friend and boss.

¨Why did you tell me all this?¨

¨I know it must be scary to be in your position right now, Y/N, but... it´s not bad. Just... give it a chance. I told you before, we might be rough around the edges, but we´ve got each other´s backs. And if you let us, we´ll have yours too.¨

You searched his eyes for hints that all those pretty words were merely to manipulate you into collaborating but couldn't find any trace of it. Instead, you saw the same ones from the first time you saw him, freezing cold to the eyes and weirdly warming to the soul. Killer had the compassion and understanding that Kid didn´t.

On the other side of the coin, you felt like behind the words, hidden in the fine lines, he wanted to tell you to accept your life now, that the sooner you did it, the less painful it would be.

After all, if you were to be honest, it all felt like a one-time thing. A single favor that, after completed, would allow you to return to your old life. Even though you repeated to yourself thousands of times that there was no turning back, it still felt somewhat like a dream, a mare.

Maybe Eustass was right. Maybe, it was time to get with that.

¨Oh, well, it´s a shame you live the crime life, cause you´d be a great politician.¨ you chuckled for the first time that day, feeling a tiny portion of the tension fall from your shoulders.

The blonde´s spirits lifted at the sight of you, allowing him to relax too, accompanying you with a grin.

¨I´d rather go bald.¨

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notes: I don´t know if anyone noticed the similarity between their past here and the one told in Puppy Eyes and Fun Rides. That´s because Kid´s one shot was inspired in H.E. and I even flirted with the idea of having Pups be a part of Heim Excellent.

I made no decisions regarding that, but I just wanted to clarify in case you noticed.

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