It took a month for both Kid and Killer to be happy with the skills you'd learned. In that time, you'd figured out how to tolerate having someone ride on your back which Kid was very happy with. You'd learned how to better control your fire and use less to preserve your reserves for longer. And best of all, you'd learned how to use armament haki, in your human and dragon form. It wasn't perfect but you had a decent grasp on how to use it.

Wire had pointed out that the fan on your tail could have more of a use in fights than just slamming around. The whole crew was esctatic to realize when you used haki on your tail, the feathers hardened to be more like blades, able to cut through stone and even metal if you put enough effort into it. You were dangerous before, now you were down right terrifying.

The tall solemn man had also been the one to teach you some hand to hand combat skills. It was difficult to take on someone his size without doing partial transformations for a boost in strength or speed, but he'd taught you enough that you could protect yourself quite well without having to be in your full dragon form.

Doing all that left you pretty bruised and beat up often though. Which meant when you'd go to visit Delilah, she had many questions. You filled her in on what you thought was important, telling her you and Killer got together and you now lived with him. You also told her you'd gotten a new job as well and that it was a more physically demanding one, hence the bruising.

She accepted what you told her begrudgingly, fussing over your marks and asking what Killer thought of them. You couldn't tell her some of them were from him, rough love bites and dark spots from times he'd gripped you harshly during intense lovemaking sessions.

Yeah, that was a picture you didn't want to paint for your sweet older friend.

When you got your first pay from Kid, you were more than happy to find it was easily four times what you made in a single month. That was a lot of money you didn't quite have a need for anymore. So you offered to pay Delilah's rent for her and after some arguing back and forth, she agreed to let you pay half and buy her a little flip phone she could use to stay in touch with you and anyone else she wanted. You wanted to get her a fancier phone but she insisted she'd never figure out something with more options than she'd ever need.

You were content to help her with what she let you at least. It was easier to sleep at night knowing she wasn't struggling to make ends meet anymore and she could contact others in case of emergency.

And then came the day Kid decided you were to be introduced as part of his gang to the other groups in the city. The whole not talking about your dragon form apparently only applied until your "debut." He wanted everyone to know who had gotten a hold of the dragon and you made it very clear you could tolerate that, but if he mentioned taming you even once, you'd turn him into barbeque.

The admiration you'd gotten from the rest of the crew was something you were actually enjoying and you decided it couldn't be that bad for others to know too. The members ranked you up with the rest of the stronger guys and listened to anything and everything you said like your word was law. That part got a little weird at times but you figured that had more to do with your devil fruit than you personally. But hey, even Kid lumped you with Killer and friends. It meant you didn't have to do menial work.

But now it also meant you had to go to some big fancy party in a dress. That was your debut and you were appalled. In your line of work, things like dresses were not functional. Before you'd even started your life of crime you didn't like them, so you hadn't worn one in years.

Kid wasn't all that happy about it either since he had to wear a suit but he was willing to put up with it since Killer would be there as well, equally dressed up. Your lover had actually picked out your dress for you, saying he had the perfect thing in mind that would match his suit. He wanted to make it as obvious as humanly possible that you were a couple.

Not only did he do that, Killer encouraged you to practice with all the makeup he'd bought you so you could do your own for the big shindig. That part you were actually happy about. Makeup was still new for you and you spent plenty of time watching how to videos for different looks and getting better with it. You always practiced when he wasn't around though. He wouldn't be judgy about you still trying to get a better grasp on it but you were still very self conscious with it. By the time he got back from work or errands, you'd have your face completely cleaned off, not a hint of makeup to be seen.

What you didn't like was when he came home one day, dangling a pair of strappy black heels in your face and suggested you start getting the hang of walking in them. They were damn tall but you had to admit when you first tried them on, they looked good.

Killer stuck around to see you get used to wearing them, smiling and joking with you the whole time until you could rock nine inch heels like a pro. In fact, you decided you liked how you looked in heels. You didn't plan on making it a habit of wearing such tall ones since they killed your feet if you wore them for too long, but you didn't mind the idea of keeping some smaller ones around.

Honestly, getting ready for the party felt like its own kind of training. A very feminine yet demanding kind. You didn't realize how much went into female maintenance for things like this until now and had gained a new respect for the women who did this on a regular basis.

Then the day came for the party. It was supposed to take place at a mansion and be an amicable gathering of the different gang leaders and a few of their most trusted members. Everything was supposed to be very high end, which explained the fancy dress code. But there was also supposed to be different "events" as they put it, for people to show of their strengths. Kid was betting on there being something for you to do.

While Killer took his time getting ready in the bedroom, you busied yourself putting on a face. You took painstaking care in getting it just right, delicately contouring everything and keeping it bold without coming across as clown makeup. When you were done, you weren't sure if you had nailed it or completely and utterly failed.

"Done in here (Y/n)?" Killer popped in.

You frowned at yourself in the mirror and twisted your head around to see your job from different angles.

"This looks stupid." You answered with a defeated sigh, reaching for makeup wipes to clean it all off.

"Hard no." He beat you to them, swiping them up so you couldn't reach. "It looks good, you'd make Ivankov proud with it." He smiled at you, assuring you that it was at least a decent job.

"Being a girl is hard." You huffed.

"And you do a damn fine job at it."

It was then that you finally took in his appearance. While you hadn't gotten dressed yet, he was completely done up in a deep blue suit with a white button up underneath and a slick black tie over it all. His hair was half pulled up into a bun, enough to keep it out of his face while letting him have his usual wild look.

"Oh you clean up nice yourself." You purred. You were shy about things between the sheets but fully dressed like this, you could make comments without blushing.

"You like it?" He bent over you for a careful kiss, doing what he could to avoid ruining your makeup. "You get to match."

"Can I see?" Your eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Dresses may not be your thing but that didn't mean you didn't like looking pretty. If it was half as nice as the suit he wore, you'd be able to tolerate it.

"C'mon." He quietly chuckled. "I'll do you one better and help you get dressed."

It was hanging off one of the closet doors in the bedroom, hiding in a black bag. You wanted to open it yourself to get a look but Killer wouldn't let you.

"Nope." He twisted you around to face the bed. "You gotta strip and close your eyes until I say you can open them."

"Am I going to have to get dressed blind?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, but I'll be helping."

"That's not comforting."

"(Y/n)...."

"Okay, strip, I got it."

"Completely."

You sighed and did as he asked, tossing all your clothes to the laundry basket until you were stark naked. It had gotten easier to be casually nude around him. It wasn't always sexual and that was something you were beginning to learn pretty well.

There was the sound of him unzipping the bag after he was sure you'd closed your eyes, followed by the rustle of fabric. He directed you on what to do, slipping the dress down your body and adjusting it as he deemed necessary. Then came the less fun part. It's top felt like a corset and he needed to lace up the back, so there was plenty of tugging followed by grumbles on your end. He kept it tight without constricting your breathing, mindful of how you'd more than likely be a bit of a grouch if you had to keep everything sucked in for an entire evening.

When he was satisfied with everything he turned you around and stepped behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay, you can look now."

You opened your eyes hesitantly and blinked at your reflection slowly, taking it all in. How he did it was beyond you, but the dress was the exact same color as his suit. Up top at least. It gradually lightened up to white at the bottom. He kept it comfortable with the length. It reached just past your knees so there was no worries of someone being able to look up your skirt or having it drag on the ground.

You understood why he had you take off your bra. The front hugged your breasts nicely, framing and accentuating them quite sensually while still providing support. The neck line dipped down into your cleavage further than you would have thought would be considered decent for something high scale, but you'd trust Killer on this one.

The all lace sleeves didn't start on your shoulders like they normally would for a regular shirt or dress. Instead, they were lower, attaching to the edge of the corset under your arms and going the full length down to your wrists. You turned to look at the back to see the strips of lace winding down your spine to keep the corset in place and ending in a petite bow.

"So what do you think?" "Killer cocked his head to the side. "I had it made special for you."

"I've never seen anything like it." You continued to admire yourself in the mirror, glancing at Killer to enjoy how well you matched. "It's perfect."

"Just need the shoes and you're all set."

"But what about...." No bra was okay, you were well covered on that. But you thought panties would be an excellent idea to wear with a dress.

"Never gone commando?" He teased. "I thought it'd be fun for you to try."

"At something like this?"

"Just don't bend over and you'll be fine." He winked and handed over your heels. "Let's go see if Kid needs help. He's the worst with ties."

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Kid had an expensive looking classic car the three of you rode over in. Killer's bike was out of the question with your dress but he seemed fine with that. As soon as the three of you stepped out, someone came around to take the car. Kid tossed the keys to them, grumbling that he better not find one thing out of place with it when he came back.

He walked up to the mansion the event was taking place at like he owned the place, in true Kid fashion. You and Killer followed behind a short distance, his arms linked together with yours. If it was just you and Killer, you'd feel better about your matching attire but right now, you felt like Kid's goons. Technically you were on some level. Didn't mean you had to like it.

"Ever feel almost like an ornament?" You whispered to Killer.

"Usually no. But tonight, I think that's expected for anyone who's not a big name." He pat your arm comfortingly as you stepped into the building and immediately had your breath taken away.

Large, ornate chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, bathing everything in a soft, yellow light. Heels from you and the countless other ladies clicked across the smooth marble floors. Men brushed past, laughing and chatting with each other. Women grouped together, shooting sultry smiles at any man that caught their eye.

Waiters moved through the crowds expertly carrying heavily laden trays of drinks and food. Soft music played in the background, loud enough to be heard without drowning out the constant chatter.

You weren't sure if your dress would be too fancy for this when you first saw it, but now, you were glad Killer put so much thought into it. Yours wasn't the most expensive looking one, but it definitely could compete. Most of the ladies wore dresses of similar length to yours, the few that wanted to really stand out wore full length ball gowns.

The whole sight of everything was almost dizzying. You lived the broke life for a long time, things like this were very alien to you and nothing short of overwhelming. Having Killer there was your one saving grace. You clung to him and let him lead you further in, too taken aback by everything to actually be paying attention.

"I'm beginning to regret this." You murmured to Killer.

"It's not so bad after a couple drinks."

"I'm going to need more than a couple."

"Hmmmm, not tonight. We need you mostly sober if we're going to show you off."

"Right...." You sighed. This was going to be a long night.

"I'll be with you the whole time." He assured you.

"And Kid?"

"He'll probably stay nearby."

"I'm still here you know." Kid growled ahead of you.

He was sauntering up to giant room with a couple long tables adorned with extravagant centerpieces and food covering the surface from one end to the other, not an inch of free space to be seen. It wasn't hard to tell exactly where he was heading. At the far end of one of the tables was a rowdy group of people. Other guests were giving them plenty of room, either out of disgust from their behavior or fear of their strength.

You didn't need to have seen pictures to know who they were. The air around them was intimidating and downright scary. If it was just one of them, you wouldn't have been as affected by it. But with the whole group there, that was a different story.

The worst generation had earned their title and this debut was really going to test you. You really hoped you didn't fuck this up.

(A/n)
I would've updated this sooner but I was helping my parents do renovations in their house Saturday and then had an allergy attack from hell yesterday. It wasn't going to happen.