Arm Wrestling

The past few day have been.. weird, to say the least.

After Kidd's baffling, but not surprising announcement, somehow everyone else took that as their cue to go back to whatever the hell they were doing previously.

In a flash everyone was just casually doing whatever, business as usual.

Nobody even approached you to, like, bring you to some cell or something, which at first concerned you, but soon you figured that they must have something up their sleeves if they weren't worried about you escaping, and as such, you decided to investigate another time.

But it didn't stop there, nobody spoke to you, glanced at you, didn't even breathe in your direction.

It was like you didn't even exist anymore.

But certainly not to Kidd.

The moment the room was almost empty, he took that chance to drag his chair down to your end and ask you half a million questions, most of them not even relating to Law or your friends.

They were mostly questions like, 'can you kick ass?' 'What kind of pranks can you pull with that shit?' Somewhere in the middle, his entourage included themselves into the conversation, seemingly just as intrigued as their leader was.

Which was weird.

Nobody was weary of you at all, like, Kidd even tried to shove his hand in your goddamn mouth over curiosity at some point, for fuck's sake, the only one who seemed to have any awareness was Killer, and even then, he's tried to get you help out in the kitchen on multiple occasions.

Which was an even worse idea in your opinion.

It was almost like you were with the gang again, only somehow, these guys seemed to have even less brain cells than the Strawhats did.

"Hey, baby doll, get your ass over here!" Burning with mortification at the nickname, you let out a distressed moan and whirled around to see Kidd leaning against a door frame.

Ah, and then there was that..

Leaning away from the frame, Kidd raised his arm high enough for you to walk under it if you wished, "me an' the men are about to do some arm wrestling, come join us" his grin widened and his eyes glowed, making you instantly hot under the collar.

You forgot the exact time it started, but for some reason Kidd began to insistently flirt with you, with no shame or humor in it as far as you could tell.

At first you convinced yourself that he was just doing it because you were easy to rile up, and because of your body, reactions were always strong and instantaneous, it was the perfect thing to entertain himself with, but now, after days of following you around, you weren't so sure.

Suddenly, an arm curled itself around your shoulders and guided you into a well built, bare chest, sweating profusely as your nose pressed against the redhead's pecs, his voice drifted into your ears from where he shrugged his face into the back of your neck, "you're so cute when you're shy"

Pressing deeper into his embrace to avoid eye contact, Kidd laughed at your behavior as he led to where you assumed the arm wrestling was going on.

"Aw captain, you're bringing (Y/n)? That's not fair!"

"Yeah, we can't beat her!"

Seating himself on a barrel in the room, you were automatically dragged into his lap, though it wasn't done with any real intention, as Kidd immediately struck conversation on bids with the other men.

"Killer!" Hollering over his shoulder, you craned your neck around to see the blonde leaning against the wall, far behind the two of you with shrugged shoulders.

"You betting on baby doll?" Killer laughed, a curious sound in itself, but otherwise cute when he wasn't so busy smothering it down, "of course, who's gonna beat her? You?"

Kidd laughed at the remark, "this time for sure" despite the laid back demeanor, there was a fire licking the underside of those words, betraying Kidd's competitive and prideful nature.

Meeting his eyes as his first opponent approached, the redhead gave you a pointed smile in challenge, making you instantly anxious.

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"Alright let's get this going" Wire soon approached the two of you with a larger, sturdier barrel, recently emptied for this moment specifically.

Kidd's hand gave your waist a squeeze before allowing you to take your seat across him.

By this time around the occupancy of the room doubled, as men from all over the hideout called their buddies to watch the face-off, though at least none of them dared to openly cheer or make obvious who they were rooting for.

Blushing as a few whistles were sounded, you rolled back the sleeves of your jumpsuit and held out your hand over the barrel.

Kidd eagerly clasped your smaller hand in his, and you tried hard to not focus on how much warmer it was, or how it was flushed with life- drastically opposed to your near comatose being.

Sucking in a haggard breath, the two of you readied yourselves, and the bustling excitement of the men grew as Heat placed a hand on your joined fists and began the countdown.

3.. 2.. 1..

The moment the blue haired man hastily backed away, you flexed your arm hard, and Kidd's fist caved through the top of the barrel, destroying it completely with the force of the blow.

As every other time, the men cheered like a group of fawning groupies, sometimes you even imagined them in typical fangirl getup from the way they screeched, the only one who didn't seem amused was Killer.

The said blonde shook his head in exasperation, mumbling something about that being the third barrel this week, and all you could do was smile apologetically as he began to tidy up the parts that went flying.

Kidd, on the other side of the spectrum, couldn't look any happier despite the many splinters scattered about the back of his hand, his hand bled in a way that you knew must have been painful, yet that didn't seem to deter him at all, he relished in it.

The first time you did this, you nearly passed out of panic, but now you knew better, knowing that Kidd didn't give a flying fuck about any bodily harm when he set his mind to something.

Eventually the room grew empty once more, and the only ones who remained was you, Kidd, and Killer.

"Do we really have to keep doing this?" You turned to Killer, guessing that he must've been giving Kidd the dirtiest look from under his mask, "you'll never beat her if you keep demanding she use her full strength like this"

Kidd hissed as the blonde carelessly tore out another splinter, and grimaced at his second hand's words, "I'm getting closer, took her half a second longer to overpower me this time"

You saw Killer's shoulders tense, and you recognized that as a sign of him suppressing a laugh, most likely in incredulity, "right.. at least find something that doesn't break.. I'm sick of cleaning up after all these barrels"

Kidd pouted, giving you a childish look before turning back to Killer, "but the men love it though.. it gives it a dramatic flare and makes baby doll look cool"

"Kidd, she's a fucking ghoul, how cooler can she possibly be?" Killer deadpanned.

As the two continued to playfully banter with you as their topic, you suddenly felt a lot more conscious of yourself.

'Nobody's ever praised me or complimented me this much before'

Kidd made a sound at the back of his throat, whether it was disbelief or amusement, you couldn't tell, "then you've been hanging around morons"

'You guys really think I'm cool?'

Kidd snorted, "baby doll, the whole crew thinks you're cool, those pussies can't go three minutes without fawning over you or trying to make 'merch' dedicated to you" you laughed, or at least tried to, but it just came out as a choked jumble of moans

'Because I'm a ghoul?'

This time Kidd's expression sobered up some, and he took a moment to respond, "uh.. I mean, no?" You quirked a playful brow at his hesitance.

'You don't have to be nervous, I get it'

"No but- it's not like that!" Both you and Killer were taken aback as the leader abruptly rose to his full height with a lively shout, knuckles nearly as white as your own as they gripped tightly to the rims of his barrel.

The room didn't even breathe, both you and Killer just sat there, waiting for Kidd to either elaborate or calm down.

It ended up being the latter first, as he suddenly became aware of himself and plopped back down with a groan, "it's not like that.." he sighed.

Eventually Kidd silently gave his hand back to Killer for the rest of the treatment, and you resolved to just keep to yourself for the remainder of the evening, however, the redhead seemed to have recognized your mood and slouched in his seat.

"It's not because you're a ghoul.." you glanced up from where you were burning a spot into the floor, and briefly noted that Killer was gone.

'Then.. why do you like me so much?'

Kidd grinned, genuinely, "is that supposed to be a trick question? Where do I start?"

Tilting your head curiously, you subconsciously leaned in, eager to know what he'd say as this question bugged you more than once since you first got here.

"Well.. when I first met you, you had this stubborn, cute, little look on your face, it was like you were daring me to fight you right then and there.." you sweat-dropped and shyly looked away, as that was definitely what you were doing, albeit unknowingly.

"I thought it would've been fun to mess with you while.. Strawhat and Law lost their heads.." Kidd was more hesitant to bring up your leader's name, as you still haven't made any attempts to escape yet.

And he very much wanted to keep it that way.

"But.." the redhead laughed, looking far too reminiscent for something that only happened a few days ago, "really, you were the one messing with me.. but not in the annoying way that bastard doctor does and definitely not in the oblivious way that runt- er, Luffy does" Kidd corrected himself with a cold sweat, but felt relieved seeing no offense was taken.

"You're strong, you're cute, you're stubborn" you quirked your head to the side, not knowing how being stubborn was a positive quality, "and you're good natured, something that's kinda gone outta style these days"

Kidd paused for a moment, looking as if he was in a deep, pensive mood, before leaning in with the softest smile you've seen from him yet, "despite all that strength of your's, you don't belittle me.. but you don't fear me either"

The Kidd gang leader's soft smile morphed into a villainous, toothy smirk, "by the time I'm done with you though.. you're sure as hell gonna love me"

Feeling an overload of adrenaline leap into your chest, you could only moan a bunch of incoherent words and flail about in your seat as the redhead drank in the sight appreciatively, much to your embarrassment and lowkey delight.

You realized you weren't nearly as mortified as you should've been from that declaration in this kind of situation.

'Somebody.. Law.. Luffy.. you better come save me before he acts on that promise!'

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