>Calamity POV

I woke slowly, surrounded by warmth as I cracked open one eye, cringing at the sunlight coming through the porthole and hitting me in the face.

Stretching, yawning, I sat up and looked at the large jacket that fell onto my lap. It was Kidd's, without a doubt, but when? Why?

I didn't worry about it too much as I rose slowly, looking at my clothes from the night before. They were still soaked, but I just wrung out my bra and skillfully put it on under Kidd's shirt. Rising to my feet, I shivered as my soles made contact with the cold floors and padded over to Kid's closet.

He was right last night, not that I doubted the exceptionally larger man, when he said he didn't have any pants my size. However, he did have an old, dark red pair of pants that were in the back of his closet, slightly smaller than the rest, and a multitude of black belts.

I gathered the pants and a belt in my arms, and made sure Kidd was still sleeping, his back to me, before I pulled the pants on.

They were certainly too big, but I simply used the belt to assure they'd stay on and rolled the pant legs up until they were at my ankles. Then, I took the bottom of the shirt and twisted it until I was able to tie it up at my waist and tuck the little duck-tail under the waistband of the pants.

Looking in the dusty full body mirror against the furthest wall, I grinned sleepily as I saw that the outfit in itself didn't look terrible, in fact, I liked it. However, I saw then that my long hair had fallen in the night, and further inspection showed me that the hair tie had broken.

Sighing softly, I left the room and hurried to the bathroom, knocking gently before entering and digging through the cabinets.

Bingo! A pair of scissors!

I got my hair wet in the sink before brushing through it with a never-been-used brush I'd found and setting to work.

I held my hair in a ponytail manually as I carefully began to snip at the black locks. Eventually, I was able to throw the excess away and start on my bangs, cutting them shorter and to the left.

Setting down the scissors, I looked at my now chin length hair and allowed myself a smile of pride, seeing as it looked pretty good.

I reached under the sink and grabbed a medium sized towel, beginning to dry my hair as I headed back to Kidd's room to wake him up.

Glancing out the porthole first, I saw that it could have been aboooouuut six, seven in the morning before looking at Kidd's slumbering form....

And freezing.

He wasn't scowling, his eyebrows unfurrowed and lips set in a soft line, slightly parted as he drew in gentle breathes from the brisk morning air. He was on his side, one hand over the pillow, the other under it. His aviator goggles were on
The nightstand, meaning his hair was left with nothing to keep loose strands out of his face.

Cute....

I didn't want to wake him when he looked so incredibly peaceful and at ease, but I had to, he was the captain.

Trying to wake him as gently as possible, I carefully brushed the loose strands of fiery red hair from his pale face, and spoke softly. "Kidd, wake up~. Captain~?"

He grumbled in response as my fingertips continually grazed his forehead, and one eye cracked open as his face hardened back into its usual scowl. "Wha? What is it?"

I smiled. "Time to wake up, cap'n."

His crimson gaze focused on me, then narrowed. "You cut your hair."

"Hm?" I blinked. "Oh, yeah. I guess I did, huh? Eheheh."

He yawned, sitting up and stretching with his arms high in the air, his muscles rippling impressively. He scratched his bare chest before reaching to his nightstand and grabbing his goggles as I tore my gaze from him to retrieve his jacket.

"Where'd you find clothes?" His tired voice asked from behind me.

"I found a pair of your old pants and borrowed a belt," I said, picking up his jacket and turning to see him staring at me curiously. "Is that okay?"

He was silent a moment, then massaged his neck. "I guess, considering the only other option was going out there in only that shirt... We'll find you some clothes when we next land," he grumbled sleepily, taking his jacket and slipping it on.

"'Kay, and Kidd?"

He was rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand as he yawned a 'huh?'

Blushing slightly, I swooped down and quickly pecked his cheek, making his mouth snap shut as I pulled back.

"Thanks for lending me your coat last night," I mumbled before bolting from the room to go fix breakfast, not waiting for him to kill me.

>Kidd POV<

Her soft, warm lips on my cold cheek melted into a memory as she scurried from the room, leaving me touching my cheek numbly as I muttered a quiet, "You're welcome..."

Blinking, I shook my head violently, biting my lip as I thought.

That couldn't have meant anything, right? No woman has the courage to do that when it truly means something. Hell, hardly any man does.

Bah! This sucks. I won't think on it this morning.

Too early.

Still, I couldn't help but regularly put my fingertips to my cheek as my mind drifted to the incredibly gentle way she woke me up, her smile, her voice.

I think I'm losing it!

>Calamity POV<

I made a bunch of bacon, eggs, toast, and an exceptionally large fruit salad for breakfast. I was getting the last of the eggs off the skillet when I heard the kitchen door open.

"Mornin'," I grinned over my shoulder at Killer. "Coffee's ready for ya," I said, nodding at the industrial sized coffee pot.

"Thanks," he said, sounding relieved as he poured himself a mug and leaned against the counter, moving his mask up enough so he could drink. "Is Kidd still in bed?" He asked as he watched me move the platter of eggs to the counter with the rest of the food, before hopping up to sit on a free space on the counter and grabbing my own coffee.

"I woke him up," I said before sipping the bitter sweet liquid. "I dunno if he fell asleep again or not."

A loud yawn interrupted our half-minute convo, causing Killer to jump almost guiltily as I simply looked at the still sleepy Kidd.

"I didn't fall back asleep," he grumbled, walking over and stealing my coffee as I gave an indignant 'Hey!'. "I tried, but couldn't quite do it for some reason," he continued, chugging my coffee before handing back the empty mug and going to make his own.

I pouted as I gazed into the coffee-less ceramic cup before glaring at him with my cheeks puffed out like a little Kid.

"That was my coffee, butt head," I said angrily. "Be nice and refill it."

"Don't tell me what to do," he yawned, not even bothering to glare at me as he took a drink of his coffee.

Huffing, I hopped from the counter and stole his mug, putting my empty one in its place.

"Don't steal my coffee," I retorted, grabbing a piece of bacon and stuffing it in his mouth before he could reply.

"I didn't know we had bacon," he mumbled as he chewed and swallowed. He then gave me a sleepy glare. "What're you going to do when I decide your smart mouth doesn't amuse me and I kill you?"

I shrugged. "I'll be dead, unable to do anything, so that's a stupid question." I laughed at his lethal glare. "And besides, a little danger makes the game more fun," I added, reaching up and patting his cheek before taking his- or my- coffee and going to retake my seat on the counter. "And, to make the deal a bit sweeter, you'd be back to eating weird science experiments, assuming they don't eat you first."

Kidd's aggravated sigh was music to my ears as I heard him refilling the mug. "You could stand to be less annoying in the morning, you know?"

"Naw, that wouldn't be any fun," I grinned cheekily at him, sipping the coffee in my grasp. "Then you might start enjoying my company, and I wouldn't be doing my job."

He glared at me and I mocked him, putting my pointer finger in between my eyebrows and pulling it down as I stuck my tongue out. "You could stand to not be a grouch, ya know?"

He rolled his eyes. "What ever, shrimp."

"Uh...."

We both turned our attention to Killer, who stood unmoving, staring from me to Kidd and back multiple times.

"What?" We asked, Kidd far harsher than I.

"Er- nothing," Killer said quickly.

"Kay," I shrugged, stealing a piece of bacon off the plate Kidd was preparing for himself.

"Hey," he frowned at me, reaching to retrieve it. I just grinned, dancing away and hiding behind Killer as I munched on the bacon.

When I had finished, I poked my head out from behind Killer, who didn't move, and grinned cheekily at Kidd. "Rawr."

He blinked. "What?"

I laughed, walking over to the fruit salad and plucking a strawberry from the assortment. "I should probably call the crew in for breakfast."

"Wait till I get out," Kidd said, putting three or four eggs onto his plate.

"Kay," I said, beginning to make my own plate. "Killer, come fix your food."

"Er, right," the masked boy said, coming to stand on my other side.