I was hiding in the crows nest when....

"CALAMITY!!!!!!!!"

Kidd's outraged yell sliced through the everyday sounds of the crew, silencing everything within seconds. I risked a peak over the edge of my hiding place to see a very peeved, very blue Kidd, covered only by a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist as his head whipped around in a glaring search for me. All the while, the crew stared in a stunned silence that could rival that of a ghost town's.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" He roared as I ducked back down.

"I-I think I saw her around the mast, captain," one crewmate stammered, causing my heart to stop. "Y-You might check the crows..."

He trailed off for some reason, and I shakily began to peer over the edge of the crows nest again, only to come nose to nose with Kidd.

"Gah! K-Kidd!" I cried, leaping back and to the opposite side as he climbed into the nest. He strode toward me, and I was frozen as he approached. "N-Now, Kidd... Let's not do anything rash..."

He stopped inches from me. Hands moving to the railing behind me on either side,caging me as he towered over me. He was giving me a scarily calm look. "Any last words?"

"Um... You're my best friend?" I said hopefully, clasping my hands over my chest as I bat my eyes in what I hoped was an irresistible look that he would soften at.

A slow, sadistic grin spread across his lips as an evil spark appeared in his gaze. "Done?"

"I believe so."

"Good, cause now you're going to fix this-" he motioned to his blue self. "-while I think of an appropriate punishment for you."

Without waiting even a second, he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and jumped onto the railing.

"Kidd, what're you- AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed as he leapt down to the deck, burying my face in his back.

He landed on the deck before walking towards.... Hell I don't know, I can't see anything. Kay, so he was walking somewhere.

I lifted my head with a huff, and saw the crew, some smirking, some trying to cover laughter, some calling encouragements to Kidd while I pouted.

"Why the HELL are you carrying me?!" I snapped grumpily, punching his back as best as I could before pouting at the deck, well... Not quite the deck.

Nice ass...

A bright blush spread across my cheeks as I looked to the side, only to see Killer with his arms. His very aura radiated smug amusement, so I did what any other normal, peaceful girl would do.

I flipped him off.

He only shrugged, his shoulders bouncing slightly in silent laughter.

My blush now one of anger, I looked down at the deck....

DAMMIT!

>Kidd POV<

I just ignored my idiotic crew as I carried Calamity to our room. She had quit struggling, and had 'eep!'ed twice, but I didn't think much on it. My mind was more focused on what her punishment would be.

Many options ran through my head, ranging to extremely humiliating to extremely explicit- the latter options were immediately cast aside.

I don't want that, I would tell myself each time.

I told myself that, but that part of me replied with: Are you sure?

The former side of me had no reply.

>Calamity POV<

Kidd carried me into a room and slammed the door shut, locking it before placing me on my feet. I looked around.

Kidd's room.

Bad thoughts exploded in my mind, causing my face to turn red again as I watched Kidd carefully.

He stowed the key to the door behind his ear before going to sit on the edge of his bed, muscular arms crossed.

"Fix," he commanded, glaring at me. "I don't care how you do it, but return me to my normal self."

I couldn't help it. "When have you ever been normal?"

He surprised me by chuckling, albeit darkly. "Careful, shrimp. I'm thinking up your punishment as we speak."

Oh, that's right...

"Noted," I said, my voice an octave higher.

I cleared my throat in a sad covering attempt.

He smirked sadistically.

I sighed. "I fix, I fix," I said in a funny accent, heading for his adjointed bathroom.

I'd put dye in his body wash, the kind that washes on, and stays until the next shower, as long as they use untampered soap the second time around.

I filled a small bucket with warm, soapy water and carried back into his room before returning to the bathroom to grab a small rag off the towel rack. On my way over to him, I grabbed the wheelie desk chair and pulled it with me to sit in.

I dipped the rag in the water and started on his face, taking g his strong chin in my hands as I began with his hairline, cleaning with small circles.

Being so close to him made me notice things, like how smooth his pale skin was. As I began cleaning around his eyes, I realized just how red and piercing his eyes really were, as they focused on me. Cleaning his nose, I saw that it was straight, even though I had the suspicion that he's had it broken once, maybe twice. I cleaned both his cheeks before dipping the rag in the water again. I wrung it out before cleaning around his dark lips, which were parted slightly.

I cleaned his jaw and chin before getting to his neck. Still rubbing in small circles, I cleaned the left half before the right, massaging the rag into his flesh. As my cloth covered fingertips pressed into the area between his collarbone and neck, his tensing and his grunt snapped me out of the stupor I'd accidentally put myself in as I glanced up with an amused smirk.

"Oh? Am I mistaken or did I find your soft spot?" I asked playfully. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his eyes narrowed at me. I grinned, shrugging as I closed my eyes a moment before cleaning the remaining half of his neck, "accidentally" pressing on the area between his collar bone and throat with more force than the opposite side. A half grunt, half groan was the response, to which I replied with a cheeky "Sorry."

As I moved around him to get the back of his neck, I ended up on the bed behind him, my legs tucked under me as I set to work on his shoulders, which were outrageously tense.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," I said, wasting no time in wiping his back clean before reaching over his shoulder and dropping the rag in the water.

"What?" He demanded.

"You're muscles are outrageously knotted and tense," I explained as I began to dig my fingertips into his shoulders.

A loud sigh escaped his lips as I worked on smoothing out the numerous knots beneath the skin. I added pressure to a particularly difficult spot, and a low rumbling came from his chest like a purr.

A small laugh erupted from my lips as I noticed his head lolling to the side slightly.

"Oi, Calamity?" He breathed.

"Hm?"

"You think you could fix the muscles in my lower back? Its been killing me," he rumbled.

"Let's see," I hummed. I poked around his lower back and tsked. "No wonder. Okay, lay on your stomach."

"Don't tell me what to do," he growled as I moved away, yet he still turned and laying flat on his stomach.