day 2 part 2 - crew
Her time spent as Kamazo had been well spent, Kidd came to find out. When she was allowed to slip her handlers to go assassinate whoever Orochi was cross with at the time, she took as long as she could get away with, scouting and mapping out ever part of Wano she could. Killer knew where everyone was - had even known where even he was - in her time as Orochi's puppet, and had spent what sanity she'd had left pulling strings and trading favours to get their crew moved around and taken care of. The indiscriminate killing had never been the hard part; she'd do it all over again for her crew without batting an eye. On the surface, it wasn't even the favours she'd done that bothered her, although they'd shaken her more than she'd admit. No, it was that her ability to compartmentalize and cope had been completely screwed once she'd eaten that fruit, and with how lost she'd been when Kidd had first found her, he knew the lucidly she had now was held in place by the barest of tethers. She'd taken him to Wire first, their tallest commander spotting them before the guards did, and immediately turning on his captors. It seemed what Orochi had forgotten was the Kidd Pirates where only placid because they believed he held their captain's life in his hands. The sight of Kidd walking free meant all bets were off, shackles were thrown down, and Kidd walked out of there with not just some of his crew but a good number of forced-laborer locals there to help. He was... not sure how to take that turn. Wire got them weapons, and freeing Heat was next. While Wire had been quick, efficient and clean in his killings, Heat took one look at his crew come to free him, and turned on Kaido's men with all the fury he'd been forcing down since they'd been subdued on their own turf. He'd been the last of the four standing against Kaido, and Apoo, the one to watch Hawkins take a knee as he himself was beaten down. Wire had fallen first, taken out by Kaido before they'd understood they were under attack. Killer had been next, that bastard Apoo having moved like he'd watch her back, to uphold an alliance they'd just sworn to, only to step aside to let her take Kaido's club full force to the head. Heat had been frozen in place, uncomprehending as her helmet cracked and splintered in a single blow. Kidd had fallen next, blindsided by rage, even his fury no match for an emperor. Hawkins had knelt then, surrendered. Heat felt all eyes to him, both his enemies and crew alike, and had answered the only way he'd known how; he'd spit a fireball at the monster, and then knew no more. Since waking up, he'd been with a few surviving crew mates, forced to work. He didn't know if Wire or Killer had survived, only being told Kidd lived. And would only continue to live only so long as they didn't cause Kaido's people any trouble. So against every fiber of his being, Heat had kept his mouth shut and head down. He'd tolerated their abuse, horded supplies and weapons, and waited. and waited. and waited. And then a wild man stood at the gates, dressed only in boots and kilt and the red of fresh spilt blood. Heat did not freeze up this time. He was not even sorry to have left so few for his captain to get to fight. Seeing Wire dressed in the same drab prison garb as himself was disheartening, but the blood splatter on them both livened it up pretty well. Heat then broke one of the biggest rules the crew had, and pulled Killer into a hug without warning. He'd not seen her face when her mask had broken, but the fact she was still bare broke his heart, and the only way to keep from staring was to put her out of his line of sight. She gave an uncomfortable giggle, a sound so strange to him he didn't place it as her making the noise at first, as he cupped the back of her head in his hand. Solid bone, whole and unbroken, unlike his nightmares. Frighteningly more, was she allowed the embrace at all, only Kidd ever granted the privilege of being tactile because of the long history between the two. Her own hands warm against his back as she tucked in under his chin, returning the gesture. In his panic, Heat looked to Kidd, demanding answers to what their vice-captain had been forced to endure. Kidd's face was carefully blank; Wire's pinching as he drew his own conclusions. Kaido's men here had died too fast; Heat would be sure to make it last longer at the next camp, grinding his jaw as he rested his head against Killer's for a brief moment longer before pulling away. He kept his gaze lowered, frowning as he took in her getup. "Boss Killer, you really do not have to indulge Captain's atrocious taste in patterns, you know." Although, she at least wore the shirt better than he did, even if it was poorly fitted for different reasons. "You know a place I can get a good pair of jeans?" she asked dryly. "All leather here I'm afraid. But," he nudged the wooden sandals she was balancing on, "that does include shoes. Lets find you something better?" As the prisoners raided the supplies, trading out ragged linen for furs and leathers, and even if it wasn't quite their style, Heat and Wire made it work for them. Killer also got boots, but - with Kidd's blessing and don't think Heat didn't catch that look he gave her - stayed with the clothes she had. Kidd also passed on clothes, and admittedly, he looked fearsome enough as is, so it worked for him too. "I do have one last thing," Heat admitted, as they made ready to hit the next camp. Some of the locals would march with them, but most had gone their own way already. As long as it caused chaos and a headache for what passed as authority on this island, Kidd didn't care either way. This camp had been mostly responsible for metal work, and that was both the ore being mined on the island, and the melting down the scrap from other projects. Or other ships. Heat and the few crew mates that had been assigned here and been slowly salvaging little bits that they knew had been taken from the Punk. Enough for Kidd to build a respectable new prosthetic. For Wire to have a trident that would work for his taller frame. Older punishers that had been retired; not because they were broken but because Kidd and Killer had perfected a new design. Still perfectly functional, and between Kidd, the weapons on hand, and the camps tools, new blades had been procured and affixed easily. The strange new smile that never seemed to waver on Killer's face seemed genuine the first time as the machine spun to life in her hand. "Don't say thank you yet," Moai grinned, before hoisting up a wooden crate that had clearly been buried in the ground until recently. Most of the crew had never heard Killer laugh before, something she'd stopped doing a world ago, long before they'd stopped trying to kill each other instead of turning their ire to bigger targets. So it took them by surprise to hear her burst into both tears and cachinnations. Kidd's look to them was a clear and present warning not to react, as he took the helmet from the open crate in Moai's arms, who worriedly looked at him to make sure he'd not done something wrong. Kidd loosened the latches on the spare helmet, before holding it up for Killer. Heat could see in his eyes he was furious about the situation, but was doing an admirable job in acting like nothing was amiss. Killer lowered her head to let him put it on, the Captain pausing only to ask, "Bangs?" "Don't care right now," she laughed back, little mirth in her voice despite all. And despite the laughter and tears, the moment the metal was carefully latched back into place, her whole body eased just a bit, relaxing enough for all to see just how tense she'd been up to that point. All told, they hit eight different labor camps that night, before all that was left was the most delicate extraction: getting the last members of their ranks from the pleasure district.
The locals show them where to sail to keep the Victoria Punk out of Kaido and Orochi's prying eyes. They told Captain Kidd to give them a few days before they can get the ship refitted with more of the day to day necessitates. What they can do now is give them a ships worth of fishing nets and someone even finds her main sail, enough to maneuver her to safety. Temporary main top-gallant and Mizzen-mast have also been secured. The promise of food and hopefully enough pieces for Kidd to rebuild the water filter to come with the night's sun set. For the time being, the crew are camped out in the lower deck, reworking the nets into new hammocks. Attacking the labour camps would take some time for word to get back to Kaido and his men. A similar approach on the pleasure houses would not work, would get all eyes on them before they were ready for such a confrontation. The plan was for them to sneak into the Flower Capitol to get the last of their people, but they can't do it running on fumes like they are. They will rest the daylight hours away, and start out at dusk. Those of them that have been sailing with Kidd since the start know their way around mending nets; Killer practically lived on the docks before her and Kidd starting running together, and twenty years hadn't lost the muscle memory of knots and weaving as she worked. She was second only to Wire - a man who's fibrecraft skills had kept them clothed and stylish for the last decade. The two are working back to back at the moment, deft hands having already finished four hammocks apiece. When suddenly Wire froze, looking around the room in a panic. Kidd noticed immediately and started looking around to see what the man had spotted, only for Heat to let out an soft, "oh...." Kidd looked between the two in confusion, before Heat motioned him over. Killer had drifted off at some point, hand in mid knot, slumping back against Wire. Now the taller man was the only thing keeping her upright, her breath soft and steady from under the helmet. Some of the other men had taken notice, chatting dying off and movement easing until the room was comfortably quiet. Jaggar took one of the finished hammocks and strung it up in Dive's usual place; top placement, in the middle of everything, yet out of everyone's way. Safest place in the room. Heat took one of the few blankets they had and lined the netting with in, knowing first hand the nightmare the coarse rope would do to one's hair. Kidd lifted Killer up, the new prosthetic he'd assembled since they got back to the Punk taking her weight with ease. Disk J helped hold her hair out of the way when he settled her down, making sure it didn't pull or tangle, setting in the safety of the blanket Heat had put down, before going back to his own work. "Is it safe for her to sleep in the helmet?" Compo worried, looking over but carefully keeping their line of sight under the hammock level. Kidd did not like that they had a point, looking down at his partner. "Nobody's gonna go peeping." Gig assured him, "We wouldn't think of disrespecting Boss Killer like that." The men turned back to their own work, giving Captain and First Mate their privacy, even in the middle of the room. Didn't judge either as Kidd fussed over the netting and the blankets before removing the metal shielding. Kidd tucked her helmet in her arms, frowning as his right hand brushed her forehead when he smoothed down her bangs. She was warmer than he'd like, and he pulled the edge of his shirt down to check her bandages. He needed to get her stitched up properly still, the skin red and splotchy where he could see. They didn't have clean supplies to re wrap her; if infection was setting in then they were in trouble.
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She must feel dizzy, tbh. Like, the first "proper" rest and extra bleeding.... I don't think she can make it back to bathroom tho Kilkil managed to survive all the time throughout the torture which is impressive. She probably had to lean on walls to keep herself up otherwise she'd fall and make her wounds worse Whole Punk would be covered in her blood, tho. Nuh-uh, too dangerous for crew.... Yeah, i remember about completely empty VP. But idk how to feel about Kid trying to wipe blood off with his bare hand. It's not confusing because of syphilis or other illnesses, it's just inconvenient. It's difficult to wash off blood just by spit, so he had to use smth extra or he'll just smudge it all over himself It's off-top thought, i just got curious how sea water can affect open wounds. Ig, first of all, it'll be hells painful but maybe it can disinfect them it has nothing to do with the story. I'm just being silly shrimp
poor killer. she's gonna have to power though it for a few more hours. she can collapse/pass the fuck out at the end of the chapter If she doesn't hide it, Kidd will try to make her sit out rescuing their people. her head's a mess right now, and the need to be useful, to not be a burden is about the only thing keeping her upright. that's not how anyone else sees her but herself, and it will need to be addressed at some point, but it's just another thing on the list of shit Killer's gotta work through She woke up feeling okayish, but just the walk to the kitchen for her clothes has her exhausted. she has to drag herself back to kidd. he's the only one she feels safe to be 'weak' around, but she hates it so much. in turn, kidd's having his own crisis that killer is not as unbreakable as he's built her up in his head, coming to a full 404page / kidd.exe has stopped working when he's dressing her later might try to throw a line in about kidd lifting some food for them on the way to get their crew. kiki both trying to play off her struggle as just low blood sugar (denial~) but eating anything at this point would help. kidd has his full in prison, but who knows when the last time killer ate was oh! kidd can try and use his coat as a rag - same ish colour. killer probably wont notice any extra blood on it Sea water could be a painful way to clean out the infection, that's gonna live in the back pocket. it can't be used now because it's too dangerous for kiki to play in the ocean unsupervised. (... has Killer realized this yet?) that might be something to start the next day or two with, once more of the crew is back, and the VP has been moved to somewhere more hidden. the iodine was spread too thin and part of the cut from zoro is infected (or one of the deeper cuts and the iodine wasn't worked in deep enough?) they have to cut the proud flesh open to drain the infection, clean the site with ocean water. KP having to hold Killer down as they do, she trying so hard not to scream, only to start laughing uncontrollably
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>>author note:
really want to write a zoro kil rematch.
get our murder!hobo some solid shoes, clothes that dont move around and through off kil's balance, and weapons she's actully been training with for untold years
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