What If It Were Real?(Part 18)

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I sipped tea from my mug as I walked down the forest path to get to the submarine. Killer never would have let me go, but lucky for me, I was easily able to coax Wire into giving me the information that I needed.

I knew I didn’t look threatening. After all I was walking towards them in sweat pants, a fitted tank top, baggy hoodie, and sneakers. My hair had grown out enough for me to be able to pull it back into a pony tail. The only thing on me that they could see was the big cup of tea that I was sipping on as I walked.

“Who goes there?!” A voice demanded as I approached the submarine.

“Hi.” I greeted with a smile, “Is Law available to speak by chance?”

“Who are you?” He demanded.

“Torri.” I told him, “Please tell him Torri is here and needs to speak him it’s urgent.”

The man looked at me skeptically but disappeared for a moment anyway.

“He says you may come aboard.” He told me and lowered a ladder down for me.

I somehow managed to climb to the top even with the hot cup of tea in my hands. My feet touched the deck and I was greeted by about 4 men. I smiled at them.

They escorted me down below deck to a room where they just nodded. Out of politeness I knocked anyway.

“Come in.” The smooth voice of the Surgeon of death called to me.

I opened the door and closed it behind me.

“Good morning.” I greeted.

He looked up from his news paper and did a double take at me before smirking.

“I switched you with Eustass-ya.” He said in disbelief.

“You might have thought you did.” I told him, “But in reality you switched my captain with my best friend, Mykhayla. You know that blonde that you bought ice cream for the other day. That was very kind of you by the way.”

“And you want me to switch them back, I assume.” He said and leaned back in his chair.

I nodded as I took a sip from my mug, “But of course I’m not so stupid as to think that you would be willing to do this for free or out of the goodness of your heart. But I do propose a trade with you.”

“What could you possibly have that I could want?” He asked.

“Information.” I told him with a smirk, “I’m on Kidd’s crew not because of my cooking skills, but because I know things. That’s the only reason why he keeps me around.”

“And you want to trade second hand information for your friends to return to normal?” He asked me.

I shook my head after I took another sip, “I don’t tell Kidd everything I know.” I told him, “I tell him what he needs to know. Which isn’t very much. If you would like to pick my brain, figuratively of course, all I would ask in return would be my friend and captain back in their correct bodies.”

Trafalgar gestured to a seat next to me, “Let’s talk then, Torri-ya.”


“For the last time! That is not how a man walks!” Kidd yelled at Mykhayla.

“Well you don’t sit like I do.” She retorted.

“Yeah, because I’m not a girl, wench!” He yelled.

“So that gives you the excuse to not act like I do, but I don’t get the excuse to not act like you because I’m a girl!” She questioned, “That’s stupid!”

“You’re stupid!” He yelled.

“You’re stupid!” She yelled back.

“Not as stupid as you are!” He countered.

“Well I’m not as dumb as you are, that’s for sure!” She yelled back.

“When I get my body back!” Kidd yelled at her, “I’ll,”

“You’ll what!?” She demanded.

“Hey!” I said coming onto the deck, with a mug of warm tea in my hands.

“Where the hell have you been!?” Killer demanded running past Kidd and Mykhayla, who stopped their argument to look at me.

“Places.” I told him with a smile as I took a sip of my tea.

“Places!?” Killer demanded, “You’ve been gone since dawn!”

“Yeah, I’ve been places.” I assured him as I took another sip.

“I want you to realize the hell that I’ve been facing by myself since you left. Those two haven’t stopped yelling at one another since they got up! And it wasn’t fun to find you gone this morning either.” Killer told me.

“Don’t worry.” I assured my blonde, “Everything will be fine.”

“How the hell can you say that!?” Killer exclaimed, “Our captain and Mykhayla are stuck in the wrong bodies, Trafalgar hates us so there is no way he’s going switch them back for us, and now all of a sudden my girlfriend is keeping secrets from me that could get us all killed.”

“Well look on the bright side, Killer.” Mykhayla chimed in, “At least Torri is back.”

He turned around to yell at the red head only to see a petite blonde standing behind him.

“Mykhayla?” He asked, staring down at her.

“Yes?” She asked and cocked her head to the side.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Killer cried, “You two are back to normal!”

“It seems so.” Kidd said as he looked over his body, “Now, where the hell is Trafalgar, I’m going to kill that bastard!” Kidd then stormed off trying to find the man he was after.

“I’m going to go change into something that’s actually good to wear.” Mykhayla told us and went below deck.

Killer stared at the spot on the deck they were arguing on before being brought back to reality with a loud sip I made. He turned to look at me.

“What did you do?” He questioned.

“I made a deal with the devil.” I told him and stared into the red tinged liquid in my mug.

“Think you can make deals with him more often?” He asked, “I know I was complaining earlier, but it was actually a lot of fun to watch them argue.”

I took another sip and said, “We’ll see.”

What If It Were Real?(Part 17)

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“And when I demand to know what you’ve seen, I expect an answer!” Kidd all but yelled at me.

“Keep talking like that I’m never telling you anything again!” I threatened.

“I am your captain!” He howled.

“And I’m going to be the reason why you become the king of the pirates!” I shouted back, “So back off!”

“Torri!” Mykhayla cheered as she came skipping over to us, “You’ll never guess who I ran into again today!”

All of a sudden I heard Mykhayla’s voice, but her mouth wasn’t moving at all.

“It was the man in the fluffy hat! He bought me ice cream and walked me back to the ship! He was so nice.”

“What the fuck just happened!?” Kidd yelled, “Since when are you taller than me!? And, holy shit! Why’s my body over there!?”

Mykhayla pointed at Kidd. She looked non to pleased.

“What are you talking about?” I asked the blonde.

“I’m fucking, Eustass “Captain” Kidd, witch!” The blonde yelled at me, “I’m not your little blonde friend!”

“Woah man! That was weird!”

I looked over at the body of my captain.

“Mykhayla?” I asked looking at the red head.

“Yes?” She asked. Kidd’s face turned into a sweet smile, which honestly scared me more than Kidd’s usual scowl.

“Can you describe what the man in the fluffy hat who bought you ice cream looked like?” I asked her.

“He was, tallish and had a fluffy hat. Oh! And he had this fluffy polar bear who could talk! It was so cute.” She fan girled, “And we talked ice cream. It was so much fun.”

“Killer!” I called out.

The blonde poked his head over the railing to look down at me.

“Can you please call the crew together!”

“Sure!” He called back.

“Why are you calling MY crew together, witch!?” Kidd growled.

“Because currently, you are unable to.” I told him, “Follow me, both of you. I know who that man is.”


“So,” I started as I addressed the crew, “Apparently we got a small visit from Trafalgar Law. He switched, either intentionally or unintentionally, I don’t know which, Captain with Mykhayla. So presently our fiery, foul mouthed, aggressive captain is in a small, blue eyed body. And my sweet, sweet friend Mykhayla is, in captain’s body. And the only way to change them back, is to hunt down Trafalgar and get him to change them back. So, I vote, for the time being, Killer take over as captain, just until we can sort this out.”

“I’m not dying!” Kidd yelled at me, “I can still command my crew!”

“Yes,” I started, “Yes you can. But will anyone take you seriously in that body?”

“I fucking hate you!” He growled.

“Hey! My body is gorgeous!” Mykhayla told Kidd, “It’s your body that’s weird.”

“Excuse me!” He yelled, “Unlike you, my body has been meticulously trained to be strong enough to handle rough seas and strong opponents. You on the other hand, have done nothing with your soft body to strengthen it!”

“It doesn’t need to be strong to be fabulous.” Mykhayla came back, “You underestimate the petite figure. And how do you know I haven’t done anything with it?”

“I’m in your body now! And it’s nowhere near as strong or amazing as mine is!” Kidd howled.

“Well I can say that your body it too huge to get anywhere fast!” She bit back.

“And your too small and girly to make a lasting impression!” He hissed.

“Well you’re too flamboyant!” She bit back, “A pirate with all these accessories is not practical!”

“Please, what I wear is ten times better than you and your stupid jeans and hoodies!” Kidd accused.

“Well excuse me!” She started, “It’s suited for every type of weather. Were as your coat is only suited for one. This coat is heavy, and if it gets wet you’re not moving anywhere at all!”

“Don’t mock my style!”

“I’m sorry, but how many other pirates wear lipstick.” She started, “Aside from that, you spend more time in the morning doing your hair than I do! And to top it off, you’re so obsessed with your looks that you even go as far as to paint your nails. What do you think that that completes your ‘no shirt’ look?”

Kidd ground his teeth and growled, “Do not mock me wench.”

“Please, honey.” She retorted, “You’re style, if that’s even what you want to call it, does that for you.”

Kidd let out a giant scream and pulled at the blonde locks atop his head.

“Hey, just because I don’t spend as much time on it doesn’t mean I don’t care about it.” Mykhayla called Kidd out.

Kidd screamed again and stormed away, grumbling to himself.

“Well, this could be fun.” I said, looking over at Killer.

“Fun or horrible.” He told me, “What do you think we should do now?”

“Have some of the men look for Trafalgar. I’ll keep an eye on Mykhayla in Kidd’s body. You keep an eye on Kidd in Mykhayla’s body. Who know’s what they’ll do if we leave them alone.” I told him.

“Got it.” he nodded.

“Torri, can we please go shopping?” Mykhayla asked me, “If I’m stuck in this body, I want something I can actually wear.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright.”


“What the hell is this!” Kidd screeched as he looked at Mykhayla in his body.

The red head was standing before his soul in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up, a yellow vest, black dress pants, nice dress shoes,  his red hair was slicked back out of his eyes. His signature goggles were hanging around his neck, and his belt that was usually across his chest was now around his waist like an actual belt, but it still had the pistol and dagger in it. Draped over his shoulders was a black suit jacket that was a couple of sizes too big for him.

“Classy, ain’t it?” Mykhayla giggled.

“You’re ruining my image!” He shouted.

“I’m just cleaning it up for you.” She told him.

Kidd ground his teeth again, before stopping, “Two can play at this game, wench.”

“Eustass!” I yelled to the man as he was retreating in the blonde’s body, “If she comes back with a tattoo, your head will be mine.”

He gave me a devilish grin, “I wasn’t even planning on it.”

And with that he left.

“I thought you said we were going to keep an eye on them.” Killer hissed from behind me.

I turned around and looked up at the blonde, “I did.” I told him, “This isn’t bad. If you want I could have our captain’s body all dolled up in a cocktail dress and evening make up.”

He seemed to wince at that idea.

“I’ll pass.” He told me.

“Then don’t complain.”


“What the fuck did you do to her!?” I exclaimed as I came out of the kitchen and layed eyes on the blonde I had come to call my friend.

Mykhayla’s body was standing in the mess hall in high heels, a denim mini skirt, a bright pink tube top with a black leather vest over top, her blue eyes were painted with black eye make up and her lips were lined with bright red lipstick.

“I’m just improving on her look.” Kidd teased.

“Excuse me!” Mykhayla said as she entered the room, “You have done nothing but lower expectations. What God awful things have you been doing?” She demanded.

“You ruin my look, I’ll ruin yours.” He smirked at her.

“Fine,” She said and crossed her arms, “If we are going to deal such low blows until this is sorted out, I’m changing the nail polish colour.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled.

“Continue wearing that tube top and I will.” She challenge.

“Fine.” He snarled and stormed out of the mess hall.

I looked over to the door and saw Killer and Wire standing there staring.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching him.” I mocked Killer.

“I didn’t think it would be that bad, okay!” He defended.

I rolled my eyes, “Do we have anything on Trafalgar yet?”

“We know where his ship is.” He started, “But I don’t think anyone can get close enough without his crew noticing.”

I looked out the window to see the sun starting to set on the day and sighed. “Take me there tomorrow. I’ll talk to him.”

“No you wont!” Killer snarled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

“I’m not letting you go there alone.” He corrected and approached me, “Did you forget that he kidnapped you at one point?”

“No, I didn’t forget.” I told him, “But we can’t just have Kidd and Mykhayla switched forever.”

“I just don’t want to lose you again.” He told me.

“You won’t.” I assured, “But it’s either that or- You have got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Kidd smirked as he came back in the room. This time instead of wearing a tube top he had on a t-shirt crop top.

“Good enough.” Mykhayla sighed, “You saved your nail polish.”

I sighed and walked back into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. This had been a long day.

What If It Were Real?(Part 16)

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I stared at my face in the paper, the article had said that I crashed a very important wedding between a high ranking marine officer and a princess of an undisclosed location. The officer that reported it was the same one whose throat I slit at the altar. I knew I should have stabbed him as well, just for good measure. But I couldn’t complain, my bounty was up another 25 million belli from its last raise. I was slowly making my way up in the world at 50 million belli.

I put the paper back on the stand and looked at the poster that was behind the table showing new issues of various magazines, there was one that had a picture of a pepper on it. It said this was an ultra super food. One that could enhance the taste of any food that it is put in and has many health benefits.

“May I help you, young lady?” The old man at the stand asked me as I was staring at the poster.

“What’s that pepper there?” I asked, pointing to the poster.

“Ah, are you a cook?” He asked me.

I nodded.

“Well, that, young lady, is the Sherry Cola Mountain pepper. It’s said to be the best super food this world has to offer.” He told me.

“Were can I buy it?” I asked him.

“Oh, dear, there is no vendor who sells it.” He told me.

“Then where can I get it?” I asked him.

“They say it grows deep in the mountains on this island, in a place where the sun always shines even when it’s dark. With leaves so large they can be used as umbrellas.” He told me, “But, if you are able to get it then it will be sold for quite a high price. Although, if you don’t want to sell it and want to cook it for yourself, I would suggest leaving it in the freezer for at least 48 hours to help mellow out the flavor that it has. But that is an old man’s suggestion.”

“Mister, how much for that poster?” I asked.


“Woah, how do we get it?” Heat asked as he, and the rest of the crew, gazed on in awe at the poster of the Sherry Cola Mountain pepper.

“Supposedly it grows in a place where there is light all the time, even when the sun isn’t out.” I told them, “And if we find it, I’ll make something extra delicious for you guys.”

Everyone cheered, saying how they would scour the entire island looking for them if need be.

I smiled as they made preparations to go out into the harsh climate and made my way to the upper deck where I knew Killer, Kidd and Mykhayla would be.

“Hey.” I said as I approached.

“Hey.” Killer greeted back.

Kidd just grunted at me.

“Torri!” Mykhayla sang from behind Kidd’s chair, “I saved you the walnuts!”

“Oh, thank you.” I said and walked over to grab one from her.

“So, what did you just tell the crew?” Kidd demanded as I cracked the nut open.

“When I was in town earlier I found out about this super food pepper called the Sherry Cola Mountain pepper. It only grows on the mountain of this island where there’s light all day. But it’s supposed to be the best tasting thing you’ve ever eaten, and it’s supposed to have a lot of health benefits. So, I told the crew about it and they agreed on helping me look for it. And when we find it, I’ll make an amazing dinner out of it.” I told him with a smile, as I popped part of the shelled walnut into my mouth.

“I’m not helping you.” Kidd said not even looking at me, “If anyone else wants to help you that’s their prerogative.”

“I’ll help out.” Killer offered.

“Me too!” Mykhayla said and jumped up from behind Kidd’s chair and faced me, “I want to taste it in your cooking!”

I smiled, “Great, by the sounds of it we’re leaving at first light tomorrow to try to find it. First one to find it, gets the first helping.”


By dawn that morning I was climbing the mountain with Killer and another crew member named Zane. The search for the Sherry Cola Mountain pepper was on, and I was determined to find it.


Mykhayla’s pov.

I followed my nose to a small restaurant on the edge of town. The aroma of garlic and melting cheese wafted out at me, enticing me to go in.

“Table for 1 please!” I said as I entered.

A waitress with a kind face seated me in a table in the corner. I looked over the menu, so many pasta dishes!


Torri’s pov.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked as I sat up. We just slid down a very steep hill, after hitting just about every rock, stick, root and everything with a thorn on it on the way down.

“Fine.” Zane said shooting up, holding his head.

“I’ll live.” Killer said and stumbled to his feet.

I pushed myself up and dusted myself off, “Let’s keep going then.”


Mykhayla’s pov.

I licked my lips as I finished of the giant plate of cannelloni. It was absolutely delicious. I wanted to bring Torri here, and maybe Killer, and Wire, and definitely Heat.

“Would you like anything else, sweetheart?” The waitress who sat me asked.

“No, I’m good.” I told her with a smile.

“Alright, I’ll be right back with the check.” She told me.

Realization dawned on me and I furiously searched my pockets for money to pay for this. I didn’t have anything.

She came back with the check.

“Um, actually,” I said to her, “My friend is sitting over there, he said that he would pay for me.”

She looked over at where I was pointing and I used it as an oppertunity to run out the door. But I was stopped when I collided with something at the door.

I looked up to see a giant polar bear standing in the doorway. I glanced behind the white puff ball to see a familiar fluffy hat.


Torri’s pov.

I used a flashlight that I had in my backpack to illuminate the cave we were entering.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Zane asked me.

“Yes.” I called back to him, “I talked to a man who would go up to these mountains all the time to try to find them. He said they were in the caves here.”

“Torri, I know you want this, but we’ve taken a lot of damage just getting here.” Killer called up to me, “Have you even thought about how we’re going to get back?”

“Presently, that’s not our objective.” I told him.

I winced backwards, partially blinded by light coming from ahead in the tunnel.

“We’re here.” I said and shielded my eyes.


Mykhayla’s pov.

“Fluffy hat!” I exclaimed pointing at the man I knew I’ve seen before.

“I know you, don’t I?” He asked me.

“I think so.” I told him, “You look familiar to me. But right now I can’t talk. I need to leave, you see I ordered food here not realizing that I didn’t have any money. And now I need to, like, dine and dash. And I feel really bad about it because the waitress was great and the food was absolutely amazing. But I don’t know what to do now. Oh, and I really like your hat. It’s nice and fluffly and-”

I was cut off by Mr. Fluffy hat putting a hand over my mouth.

“I’ll pay for your food.” He told me, “But in return you need to shut up.”

“Okay!” I cheered, “And thank you, you see…”


Torri’s pov.

“Here they are.” I said as I walked forward.

The cavern was alight with flowers that produced their own sunlight. The peppers were a deep red, cherry colour with swirls of dark brown across their skins. They grew on dark green vines with leaves so large I could stand underneath one with my arms outstretched and still be covered by it.

“Man, we’re rich!” Zane exclaimed as he ran to the nearest vine to pick all the peppers on it.

“Stop!” I ordered him. Zane stopped in his tracks and stared at me.

“Only take what we need.” I ordered him.

“What are you talking about!?” He all but yelled at me, “We’re standing in a goldmine. And you don’t want me to take everything.”

“I will kill you where you stand if you disobey me.” I growled at him.

“Why wouldn’t we want to take more?” He asked with a huff.

“It’ll disrupt the natural balance of things.” I told him, “And small peppers are out of the equation too. If they’re small it means that they’re new and we don’t want those.”

“Fine.” Zane grumbled.


Mykhayla’s pov.

“You know you guys are really good listeners.” I told them as we were all walking through town, “I should hang out with you guys more often. Everyone on my crew never takes the time to listen to me and make me feel appreciated, except for Torri. She’s great. Speak of the devil, Torri!”

The said brunette turned at the sound of her name. She was there with Killer and another under crewman. They all looked beaten up, dirty, exhausted, and covered in scrapes and bruises.

“Hey.” She said tiredly, “Weren’t you in Heat’s group? Are they back yet?”

“Well you see, I got separated in town from them and wound up having lunch with this man in a fluffy hat. And then we went around the village just hanging out. He and his crew were very attentive and great listeners.” I told her, “Oh, and there’s this great italian restaurant that I want to take you to.”

She just nodded, “Let’s go home first.”

“Okay!” I said walked with them back to the ship.

What If It Were Real(Part 15)

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Mykhayla jumped off of the ship and started kicking up sand, happy to be on dry land after about 2 weeks.

I jumped off after her, though I didn’t kick up sand. I hated sand in my boots.

“Come on.” I told the blonde, gaining her attention, “We need to get supplies.”

“Okay!” She cheered and jumped, before skipping after me.

We took a round about way through the forest. We had to port on the other side of the island to avoid marines and not alert the villagers to our presence.

The walk through the market place was always my favorite part about shopping. Picking up the best pieces of meat, the colours of the produce, and the smells of the spices and herbs always attacked all of my senses.

It was easy to load up the cart with food stuffs for the next few weeks, it was easy to heckle down the prices when buying so much food, it was easy to get lost in the world of new food and seasonings I have never come in contact with before, it was easy to lose Mykhayla in the crowd of people.

Wait… Mykhayla!

I looked around to try to find my blonde.

“Mykhayla!” I called out trying to find her.

“Excuse me, sir, can you please point me towards the person calling out that name?”

I was filled with relief as I heard her voice.

“So, you’re name is Mykhayla. What a lovely name.” I heard a random male’s voice say to her.

I pushed past a couple people to find her standing in front of a shop and an averaged height, decently built man in his late twenties, with dark hair and eyes standing next to her. He had a stern face and tanned skin. He was dressed rather sharply in a dark grey pin stripped suit.

“Mykhayla.” I said again to gain her attention.

“You called!” She exclaimed sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, “Come on princess, captain’s not going to like it if we stay out past curfew again.”

“Who says he has to know?” She teased.

“Get your ass moving already, I’m gonna suffocate with all these people around.” I grinned.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She accused.

“Or would I?” I retorted.

“Rock, paper, scissors match. Here we go.” She challenged.

“What? Why?” I questioned.

“Because it’s the easiest way to settle matters.” She told me.

I rolled my eyes again, “Move your ass or I’ll kick it back to the ship.”

“Fine.” She groaned but turned back to the man next to her for a moment and said, “Thank you sir, for your gallant service.” And she gave a short curtsy.

“It was my pleasure your Highness.” He said to her and bowed, “If you don’t mind me asking, where is it you and your servant are off too?”

“Back to my dungeon of solitude.” She said sarcastically.

“Yeah, now get your ass moving.” I said and grabbed her hand, only to be forced to stop a few feet after that fact.

“Unhand your princess!” The man ordered me.

“Excuse me?” I demanded, turning around to face the man.

“I said, unhand her servant girl.” He snarled at me before turning his attention back to Mykhayla, “I will steal you away from your captures and this vile wench, we will wed and you will be free.”

“I already have a free soul, kind sir. but thank you anyway.” Mykhayla told him.

“All the more reason to free your body as well.” He urged, “Now unhand her!”

“Shove all your princess bullshit up your ass, you prick.” I snarled at the man, he seemed taken aback by my outburst, “Take your hands off of her now, or I’ll remove your hands from your body. I’m not her servant, and I’m certainly not going to let you take my friend, now fuck off!”

I then ripped Mykhayla out of his hands and shoved my way through the crowd of people back to our cart and basically ran all the way back to the ship, never letting her go.

“Well he was an interesting character.” Mykhayla smiled when we got back to the ship.

“Yeah, and another half second and I would have killed him.” I hissed.

“I’m sure he was kidding.” She assured.

“He seemed pretty serious to me.” I told her.

“Naw!” She told me.

“Just be careful.” I warned.

“Okay.” She then skipped down the beach a bit, but not out of sight of the ship.

I brought everything onto the ship and started stalking the kitchen again.

“Need any help?” I heard Killer call to me from the door way.

“I think I just about got it all.” I told him.

“Sorry.” He said and entered the kitchen behind me, “I’d have been up here sooner, but Kid needed my help with some stupid gadget of his.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it.” I looked up at him and then down and then up again, “Can I ask you something serious?”

“Of course.” He told me.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” He demanded, “Of course I think you’re attractive, if I didn’t, at least to some extent, we wouldn’t be together.”

I shrugged, “Good point.”

“Where’s all this coming from?” He inquired.

I sighed and told him the truth, “When Mykhayla and I were in town today there was this guy who thought she was a princess, and he thought I was her servant. And I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I just kinda thought that maybe I’m not as pretty as I would like to think.”

He pulled me into a kiss before I could say anything else, and pulled away before I could fully register what was going on. His mask was back in place.

“Don’t ever think you aren’t pretty.” He told me, “To me you are the most beautiful thing in the world, and more precious than all the treasure man could imagine. So don’t ever think that again.”

I couldn’t even look him in the eye after he said that. It was so sweet, and so much more than I needed to hear.

“You just want me to make more spaghetti, don’t you?”

“That would just be a nice side thing.” He admitted, not meeting my eye.


“Dinner!” I called out, the crew came rushing into the dinning hall for food. I served all of them and got back to the kitchen to eat mine. There were 2 plates of food left on the counter. I walked back out to the dinning room.

“Has anyone not eaten yet?” I asked the crew.

All of them replied with mouths full of food. I went out onto the deck and started calling out.

“Mykhayla! Mykhayla, dinner’s done!” There was no answer, no reply, no cheer, no noise, no anything. Just silence.

I stormed back inside.

“Has anyone seen, Mykhayla!?” I demanded above all the noise.

Everyone got silent, no one said anything. No one even wanted to move.

I sighed, “Where’s, Mykhayla?” I asked again, this time slower.

“I haven’t seen her since she got back from town with you.” Wire chimed in.

“Did anyone see where she went?” I asked and crossed my arms over my chest.

Again the room was quiet.

“I bet she drowned in the ocean.” Kidd spat, “At least she wont be coming back.”

I stalked up to the red head, placed my hand on his shoulder and threw him back so hard a small amount of blood from the back of his head came out when he connected with the floor.

“Where, is, she.” I growled inhumanly.

“I saw this guy in a suit grab her and flee, a few hours ago.” The captain said as a small amount of red started making its way into his right eye.

I growled and grabbed my belt of knives before running out the door. The sound of footsteps followed. Killer, Heat and Wire were all on my heels.

“I’m not letting you go in there alone.” Killer told me as we made our way through the forest.

“What about captain?” I asked.

“He deserved it.”


Mykhayla’s pov.

What the hell am I doing in this ballgown? Why the hell is my hair up like this? Why the hell am I wearing a tiara? Why the hell am I carrying flowers? Who is this person next to me?

One second I was on the beach looking at seashells the next i’m in this giant room, walking down this deep purple carpet towards this white archway decorated with bright, yellow magnolias. The man from before was standing in front of it in a black suit, he was standing with this other guy in white robes. The room had pews like a church, and there were people sitting in them watching me walk down the carpet towards the men.

The dress I was wearing was in a ballgown shape that had a sequence belt and a lace top with medium length sleeves. My bouquet had magnolia and baby breath in it.

“Um, what are we doing here?” I whispered to the guy walking with me.

“You’re getting married, princess.” He whispered back.

“Oh.” I’m getting married? I hope these people aren’t looking forward to this? Since when am I a princess?

“Is there something that displeases you, princess?” He whispers to me.

“No, I’m just a little lost. This is very well planned.” I told him.

“Captain Sarcastic is a very detail oriented man.” He whispered to me, “So something like this is no trouble for him.”

“You don’t say.”


“Do you, princess, take Barry Sarcastic to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The guy in white asked me.

“Wait, you weren’t kidding, your name actually is Sarcastic? Excuse me, but I would like a formal introduction before continuing this ceremony.”

“She says yes.” the Sarcastic guy said in my place.

“Well then,” The guy in white said, “If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

All of a sudden there was a large explosion heard outside of the doors before they were thrown open. The people sitting and standing nearest to the doors were quickly killed.

Heat, Wire, Killer and Torri were all standing in the room with us attacking and killing every marine that came close to them.

“Aw, you made it to my reception!”

Torri looked confused for a second, “You mean your ceremony?”

“Yes.” I told her, “My ceremony.”

“Mykhayla, do you even want to get married to this dude?” She asked.

“Quite frankly, I don’t even know who he is.” I told her.

“So do you want to come back for dinner, or are you okay here?” She asked.

“Well, I can’t go through with anything without dinner.” I debated.

“Okay, we’re getting you out of here then.” She told me.

“You will never touch my princess again!”


Torri’s pov.

“You will never touch my princess again!” That idiot who was trying to marry Mykhayla yelled.

“She’s not a princess.” I snarled, “We were being stupid and sarcastic earlier when you heard that.”

“Sarcastic?” He asked, “What’s that.”

I just face palmed, he had no idea. And I was not about to try to explain this to him.

“You, you don’t know was sarcasm is?” I asked him.

“I’ve never heard of it.” He told me.

“I don’t have time to explain this to him.” I sighed, “Kill who you can. We’re getting Mykhayla and leaving.”

The men did as I asked as I stalked forward to get my blonde from that marine.

He pulled a gun out of his jacket, “Don’t come any closer.” He said and pointed it at me.

I pulled a knife from my holster and ran at the guy, taking the bullet in my right forearm so it wouldn’t hit any of my allies behind me. I slashed at his throat, blood squirted everywhere and he fell back gasping for breath.

I turned around to check on the boys. They were finishing up there too.

I turned to Mykhayla and extended my hand to her.

“Let’s go back.” I said.

“You just killed my husband on my wedding day.” She accused.

“And the reason I killed him was because he wasn’t good enough for you.” I assured her.

“I can live with that.” She said, “Can we have dinner now?”

“Yes.” I said as she took my hand, “Yes we can.”

What If It Were Real(Part 14)

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Kitty’s Corner

Congratulations to our new couple aboard the Kidd Pirate crew! They had just made it past the 27 hour mark. So they were celebrating this huge accomplishment with a ramen lunch. Unfortunately, while they were enjoying their first ‘real’ date, a very ignorant group of date-ruining, sassy pirates had to show up and ruin it. They were so upset, the two of them infiltrated their ship before it was close enough to board. As they crossed over to the other ship they grabbed each other’s hand to help brace eachother’s landing. And as they were getting up a few of those sassy pirates came strolling up, hips swinging, guns ready, and wounded poor Torri. Killer, in order to save his love, threw a dagger at that sassy pirate who shot Torri. And they continued on killing everyone, while holding hands as explosions happened on both sides of them gloriously. After they victoriously destroyed the other ship they indulged themselves in the rest of their lunch, by the light of the flaming pirate ship.
(Note: I think that was actually a very good first date for them, considering they actually talked for more than 12 seconds at a time.)


I walked out onto the deck and stretched, dishes were done until dinner came along. But I had time to myself. I was going to see if I could find Killer so we could hang out, but the faint sound of giggling from around the corner caught my attention.

I went towards it and found Mykhayla sitting against the wall reading something in the news paper and laughing at it.

“Dare I ask?”

“It’s nothing.” She laughed in a tone which I knew meant she was hiding something.

“Mykhayla.” I warned

“It’s just the comic section.” She told me, “There’s a new one about cats!”

“Wait there’s a comic section? Since when?”

“Always, it’s next to the crossword puzzle.” She told me and turned the page.

“Okay, clearly someone’s getting the paper before me and taking pieces out of it because I’ve never seen one in there.” I told her and slid down the wall to sit next to her.

“Pft. Totally not me, there’s also a sodoku puzzle next to the cross word, which I totally don’t claim as mine.” She said and tried to turn the page.

I took the paper out of her hands and took a good look at it myself. There were mediocre comics in there, but there was a crossword puzzle, which was partially finished, and a sudoku puzzle next to it.

I handed it back to her.

“Kale.”

“Kale’s so gross.” She whined.

“7 down.” I said.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, “Tanks!”

“4 across, without the s.”

“What? No!”

“What, 15 down.”

Seriously?”

“9 across.”

“I’m done with you.” She said and turned completely to the paper.

“Done, 1 down.” I said and got up.

“Frustrated sigh.” She said and gave me such a dirty look.

“I’m messing with you.” I told her with a laugh.

“Thank God!” She said as I started to walk away, “No, but seriously, is done on here?”

“No, but murder is.”

“Really? Is it not 14 down?” She asked.

“8 down.” I said and stopped, “I’m having more fun with this than I did yesterday.”

“Right I see it.” She said with a smile, “Yesterday was pretty good though. I mean those explos- that lunch! It was great.”

“Thanks, I was experimenting with the fish to vegetable ratio in the broth.”

“That’s nice, I’m going back to my news paper.” She said and flipped the page.

I rolled my eyes and continued on to find my other blonde.


Mykhayla’s pov.

I smiled to myself behind my news paper. She didn’t see my column, this was going to be amazing.


Torri’s pov.

I stretched out against the railing as the sun started to get low. It had been a nice couple of days.

“So, a question for you.” Killer said, gaining my attention, “Or rather a request.”

I raised an eyebrow, telling him to continue.

“Can we please have Ramen again soon?” He asked, “It was so good the last time.”

I nodded, “I just feel bad that it was cold by the time we finished it.”

“Hey,” Killer called, trying not to make me feel bad, “It was one hell of a day, right.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”


 

What Actually Happened That Day

I was finishing up making the last bowls of ramen in the kitchen when Killer snuck in to join me for lunch. It was nice to not have to hid my feeling for him anymore, I didn’t have to pretend. In between hot mouthfuls of noodles we got in lots of laughs and a lot of conversation about the day’s events so far.

It was the usual: Kidd being all high and mighty about himself around the crew, Mykhayla being her usual bubbly self going around the deck and pestering the entire crew, especially Kidd. The rest of the crew was pretty quiet. The day was pretty uneventful until a little past 1 pm.

At that point a group of fairly well respected pirates came into view on the horizon from the crows nest. So, we all had to prepare for battle. That meant that Killer and I had to cut our lunch together short.

We were on the deck together ready to go, just waiting for the ship to come closer. They fired at up with cannons which the crew returned.

When they got close enough we boarded. It was a bloody battle and at the end of it I had recived a nice scar on my right shoulder from a stray bullet. We were just pulling out the rest of the loot and bringing on any pirates that pledged alegance to Kidd before burning the ship.

As I watched it go up in flames, Killer came up beside me. I looked up at him because I could feel he was about to say something.

“I guess we can finish lunch now, huh?”

 

 

What If It Were Real?(Part 13)

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“Okay!” I groaned hearing the all too familiar voice of Mykhayla behind me. After what transpired the other day, I just wanted to be left alone.

“What?” I snarled at her.

“I have a couple more ideas I think you should hear.” She grinned at me.

I groaned again, wanting nothing more than to fall face first into the vast sea in front of me. I would prefer it to rejection again.

“Plan N. Night walk!”

“No.” I moaned.

“Plan O. Optimism.” She said, “You need it.”

I just growled at her.

“Plan P. Pick up lines.”

“Hell no.”

“Plan Q. Questions or request.” Mykhayla said, “You know, ask her.”

“No.”

“Plan R. Romantic picnic.”

I blew a raspberry at that idea.

“Plan S. Shark watching.” She smiled, “There is a 90-10 chance she’ll like you for it.”

“No.”

“Plan T. Training. Train with her.”

“Already do.”

“Plan U. You ask her.”

I growled again. This time more animalistic than before.

“Plan V. Wait for Valentines day and tell her.”

I sighed at that and got up from my seat on the railing, prepared to just walk away from this stupidity.

“Plan W. Walk with her.”

I was beginning to walk away now.

“Plan X. Excite her!” She called after me. I just kept walking.

“Plan Y. You confess!”

I was almost at the front of the cabin now, getting ready to turn the corner and go inside.

“Plan Z. What you think is best then.” She said, gaining my attention finally.

I paused and looked back at the blonde.

“Then I’m giving up.” I told her, “If after all that she still hasn’t gotten it. I don’t think it’s because she’s that dense, but because she doesn’t feel the same and just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings.”

And with that I turned the corner and entered the gallery before going down the stairs to my room.


“Come on, Killer.” Kidd moaned, bored out of his mind, “It’s one stupid girl. She’s not worth it.”

“Easy for you to say.” I countered the red head, “Anytime you’ve ever wanted anything you just went ahead and took it, not caring about what anyone else would think. I actually want her to return my feelings.”

Kidd just laughed at that.

“That girl has made you soft.” He grinned, “What ever happened to my first mate who’ll chop of a guy’s head and feed it to their imprisoned crew mates?”

“He’s still here captain.” I said in defeat, “But he’s heart broken.”

“Then,” Kidd said leaning towards me with an evil smirk on his face, “How about we do something to take your mind off of that.”

I just looked at him like he was an idiot.

“Let’s hunt down some marines.”

I sighed, but knew it would help.


“I didn’t know that.” I said looking up at Wire, “And you’re sure it’s in the next couple of days?”

He nodded down to me, “Killer’s birthday is February 2nd. He doesn’t like people knowing about it because he finds birthdays pointless. But I think at the very least it would be nice to make him his favorite meal.”

I nodded with a smile on my face.

“I just wish I could tell you what it is.” Wire apologised.

I shook my head, “I already know. Now all I have to do is get it done.”


“Mykhayla.” I called out to the blonde as I dished out pasta onto plates.

“Yes!” She called poking her head into the kitchen to see what I wanted.

“Can you please call everyone for dinner.”

“Kay!” She said and ran off to let everyone know.

I was just starting to pour the sauce over top as everyone hurried to the table, wondering what concoction I had made today. They had all smelled the aroma of my tomato sauce and were all but floating forward to find out what it was all day.

Mykhayla and I served the pasta to everyone at the table. I placed a plate in front of Killer and said:

“I hope you enjoy. And, happy birthday.”

Before going and eating my own.

“I want seconds!” Half the room called after about five minutes. I got up and started collecting plates to fill them up again.

“Coming right up guys.” I said as I passed Killer’s chair.

“I think I’m in love.” I heard as I was just passing the blonde.

Something made me stop and drop all the plates that I had in my hands.

“Captain?” I called.

“What?” He asked confused looking at the mess I made on the floor.

“May I be excused?”

“Uhh, sure?”

On that note I bolted out of the Gallery and down the stairs, down the halls and right into my and Mykhayla’s room, burying my head some pillows.


“Kidd! What did you do!?” I called to the red head sitting at the head of the table.

“I didn’t do anything!” He snarled at me, “The witch just up and dropped everything before wanting to leave!”

“Are you sure you didn’t say anything!?” I demanded, “Nothing about her hair? Her clothing choice? Her, something?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He snarled back.

“Are you 100%, absolutely, certain!” I growled.

“Yes! Now go figure out what the hell’s wrong with her!” He ordered.

“That’s what I’m doing!” I yelled at him.


I stared up at the ceiling thinking about what I just did. I completely over reacted! He was referring to my tomato sauce. I think. It doesn’t matter. I just up and dropped all those plates for no reason, made myself look like an idiot in the process. But what he said. What Killer said, seemed to stick out at me.

He and I were pretty close, all things considered. And how he’s been acting the past little while. The random complements, the flowers, the necklace, and that stupid song. Why would he write me a song and title it ‘Rebel Love Song’?

I sighed. These were all things that a guy would do if he liked a girl, but there was no way in hell he liked me. I was sarcastic, and bad mouthed, and I didn’t like taking orders, and I’m not easiest person to get to know. Why the hell would he like me? What the hell would he see in me? Or am I just over thinking and over analyzing this completely?

I sighed and sat up. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Killer to like me. I mean he was really cool, and smart, and funny, and strong. He was never mean to me, he never raised his voice. He was kind, despite his outer pirate appearance. Not to mention, from what I’ve seen, he isn’t bad looking. I would even go as far as to say attractive.

“Torri, can I come in?” I heard Mykhayla whine from the other side of the door.

“It’s not locked.” I told her.

“Yay!” She said softly as she opened the door and strolled in, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” I said honestly, “I’m all confused.”

“About what?” She asked and sat next to me on our bed, “I can tell you a thing or two about being confused.”

“Killer.” I said staring at the floor.

“What about Killer?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Just, Killer.”

“Is it something he said?”

“Kinda.” I said, “But also how he’s been acting the past little bit.”

“Like how?” She asked.

I shrugged again, “Just weird.”

“How weird?”

“Just weird okay! I don’t know.”

“So what was it that he said?”

“I’m not even sure he said it, okay. I might just be completely over reacting.”

“About what?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know! We’ve kinda covered this!”

“If you tell me what it is I could probably tell you if he said it or not.” She encouraged.

I shook my head, “No, you’ll just be mad at him then.”

“Why would I be mad at him?”

“Because if he didn’t actually say what I thought.”

“I couldn’t get angry at Killer.” Mykhayla told me with a smile, “I was actually angry at Kidd when you took off like that.”

I sighed, “I thought I heard him say, ‘I think I’m in love’. But I’m not sure.”

“You are very correct.” Mykhayla to me.

“Okay, now did he mean the food or me? That’s what makes me confused.” I admitted.

“Could he maybe have meant both?” Mykhayla suggested.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. What would he even see in me?”

“Torri you are beautiful, smart and you can hold your own in a fight. On top of making a mean spaghetti. What more could he want?”

I rolled my eyes at her comment, I think she was just telling me this to make me feel better.

“Whatever.” I said.

“The only way to truly know is to ask him.” She told me.

I rolled my eyes again, “Yeah, and risk him thinking of me as any more a freak or weirdo? No thank you.”

“But the only way you can resolve your feelings is by knowing the truth.” She said.

“You know something I don’t know.” I accused.

“All I know is what you both said, but it’s up to you guys to figure it out.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my glare to the wall. Now she wants to be secretive and selective with what she has to say, great.


I took a deep breath as I made my way down the hall. I had to confront him or be forever in this constant state of wondering.

I paused in front of the door and knocked three times, waiting for an answer.

Killer opened the door and seemed a little surprised to see me standing there.

“Hey,” I said a little nervously,”You got a minute?”

He nodded and moved to the side to let me come in. I entered, he closed the door behind me. His room had light blue walls, a dark oak desk on the wall adjacent to the one with the door. He had a simple oak bed frame with a double bed and grey blankets and sheets strewn about on it. There was a book shelf jam packed with books on the wall opposite to the wall with the desk, and an oak wardrobe on the wall across from his bed. His entire room was littered with book, stacks of them everywhere. Some where left open on the floor or his desk or on other stacks of books. There were some scrolls of what I assumed were maps and a few rough sketches to the ship. The only wall decorations his room had were above his desk, a wanted poster of each of the crew who had one, all the most current ones. What surprised me, was mine was next to his.

“So, what’s up?” He asked taking a seat on his bed.

I looked at him before averting my eyes to the floor.

“Don’t think of me stupid for asking this, okay.” All Killer did was cross his arms over his chest and wait for me to continue, “What did you mean last night when you said ‘I think I’m love’?”

He just stared at me for a second, “What do you think I mean?”

“I don’t know.” I answered, “At first I thought you might have just meant the food. But then I was thinking about how you’ve been acting around me the past, like, month and everything you’ve done. And I thought, stupidly probably, that maybe you weren’t just referring to the food but maybe me as well. And then, Mykhayla said that I didn’t hear you wrong and that I should come and talk to you about it. So…”

“Maybe I do like you.” Killer said dryly, “But the real question should be do you like me back?”

I looked at him a moment before replying, “I’m going to say this, and if you make fun of me for it, or the rest of the crew catch wind of this and make fun of me for it I’m giving you food poisoning, understand?”

He nodded, but said nothing.

“Yeah. I do kinda like you. I just never thought you would ever feel the same way about me.” I told him averting my eyes from his form.

“I never thought you would like me back either.” Killer said standing up from his bed and making his way over to me, “But I’m glad you do. I was beginning to think that you knew I liked you but you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I didn’t know you were trying.” I admitted, “Maybe next time you could just come right out and tell me.”

Killer visibly winced at that, “Okay.”

“Good.” I wrapped my arms around his middle pulling him into a hug. His arms went around my torso holding me there.

We stayed like that a minute before I decided something else needed to be done.

“So now that we’re together, I think. As my partner in crime, how do you suppose we work our magic to make Kidd and Mykhayla realize their feelings for each other?”

“Don’t ruin the moment just yet with those two, please.” Killer asked.

I said nothing but closed my eyes and enjoyed being this close to him.

What If It Were Real?(Part 12)

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I turned the corner to find the exact person I was looking for. He was sitting against the wall at the back of the ship. He was humming to himself and writing something down. I couldn’t help but pause for a moment and admire him in the sunlight.

His long hair looked like gold and his hands worked tirelessly on the notebook. I wanted to see his facial features bathed in the sunlight too. But I knew he and I were just friends and that he wouldn’t show me.

I took a breath and walked forward to the first mate.

“Hey.” I called out softly to him.

He seemed to jump a little, “Hi.” He said after looking up and seeing it was me, “What brings you to this end of the ship? I thought you would still be inside working on dinner.”

I nodded, “I just finished, we’re having stew tonight.” I informed, “But I realized it had been a while since we hung out.”

“It really has.” He said closing his note book and motioning for me to sit next to him.

I did as he asked.

“I saw you’ve been hanging out a lot with Mykhayla.” I said looking at him, “You must really have been bored the past little while.”

Killer tensed for a moment, but it didn’t go unnoticed, “Yeah, well. You’ve been busy.” He informed.

“Anything you’ve been up to?” I asked turning my gaze to the wide open ocean before me.

“Not overly no.” He admitted scratching the back of his head, “Just the usual, you know.”

I nodded, “Tell me something.” I asked him, “And be honest.”

Killer nodded for me to continue.

“Do you like, Mykhayla? As anything more than a friend I mean?” I asked. They had been spending a lot of time together. More time together than Killer and I would usually spend together. I wouldn’t say it bothered me, per say, but I wanted to know what my best friend was getting herself into.

“No.” Killer said honestly, “I’m not particularly fond of her to be perfectly honest with you.”

“Then why do you hang out with her so much?” I asked almost baffled by what he had said.

“Because you’re always busy now.” He said looking away from me.

I smiled, “Well, jerk face.” I teased, “I’m not busy now, am I?”

I could feel his smirk under his mask.

“True.” He said, “But how long do we have?”

“Until I say dinner’s ready.” I told him.

He laughed at that, “Good.”


“Mykhalya.” I called to the blonde, “Below deck.”

“Rodger that!” She smiled and saluted before going off and doing as I asked.

I turned my attention to the rapidly approaching pirate ship on the port side. I unsheathed a couple of knives and readied myself for boarding.

As the planks went down the opposing crew scrambled on. I slashed tendons and arteries, and sliced stomachs open. The enemies blood stained the wooden floor of the ship.

Before too long I had managed to make my way through and over to the opposition’s ship. Still killing along the way.

“Hold it right there!” I turned and saw a large, overweight and ugly man holding a gun to my head, “Are you the captain of this crew?” He demanded.

I glared at him as I assessed my options. He was heavy, he wasn’t going anywhere fast. That being said I don’t know how good his aim is.

It’s my best option. I thought. I can’t fuck it up.

With the knife I had in my right hand I used it to knock the guy’s gun out of my face causing him to shoot at nothing, missing everything. While that was occurring my left had went to my holster and pulled out another knife I used it to stab him right in the heart a couple of times until he was laying in a pool of his own blood.

I then hurried to take on the rest of the crew who were still in shock from what I had done.

Shortly after we were pulling everything of value off of their ship and taking it onto ours.

“Quite a haul, don’t you think?” I asked the men around me as I opened one of the chests.

“Indeed.” A lower crewman said looking over it.

“Let’s get this down to the treasury.” I said closing the chest and picking it up.

The men behind me nodded and picked up chests, sacks and boxes before following me.


“How much you want to bet she isn’t going to get it even after Killer sings this song?” One lower ranking crew member said holding out a top hat.

“100 bellies says she’ll know.” Another said putting money in.

“200 says she’ll stay oblivious.” Said a third.

“12 for she’ll know!” I said jumping into the pot, “If Torri doesn’t get it now I don’t know.”

“Really?” Said the guy with the top hat, “Only 12?”

“I’m broke, what more do you want from me?” I asked and crossed my arms.

He chuckled, “Fair enough I guess. Why don’t you hurry up and see how that stage is coming.”

“Right! I’m on it!” I said and took off to do exactly that.


I was taking a walk having just finishing cleaning up after lunch. I walked out to see Mykhayla and several other lower ranking crew members setting something up on the main deck.

I strolled over to them. They were blissfully unaware of my presence.

“What are you doing?” I asked from behind them.

“Oh, hi. Torri. We’re preparing for music night.” Mykhayla said nervously to me.

“Kidd agreed to this?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” She said looking around.

“Mykhayla.” I warned.

“Yes?” She asked me.

“Kidd agreed to this, right?”

“Mhmm.” She said still not looking at me.

“And if I go and talk to him, he’ll say it’s okay and you already asked him. Right?”

“I’ll just inform him you’re coming!” She said jumping up and starting to walk towards the door leading down to the quarters, “He’s a very busy man you know.”

I sighed and watched as she ran full pelt to her destination. I just hoped Kidd wouldn’t blow a fuse.


I knocked twice on the door in front of me before opening the door and strolling right in.

“What are you doing?” Kidd boomed at me.

“Well, I have this idea.” I started.

“No.” He growled and turned back to whatever he was doing.

“But it involves Torri and Killer!” I moaned.

Kidd’s ears perked up at the mention of those two names.

“I’m listening.” Kidd growled.

“Well, to make it not so point blank for Killer, I’m putting on a concert. Where he is going to sing a love song for Torri. And then you can change it around and do whatever.” I told him.

“You think it’s gonna work?” He asked dumbfounded.

“About 50% sure.” I said wincing a little, but being fair. She’s dense.

Kidd sighed, “It’s tonight, right? Can you get it set up before night time?”

“Of course, we’re almost done!” I smiled.

I heard a head hit a desk.

“I at least thought I should inform you before it happened.” I told him, “Don’t say I don’t give you notice.”

“You only came down here because Torri made you didn’t she?” He growled.

“Maybe.” I said looking away, “And if she asks I asked you before.”

Kidd just sighed again, “Just go.” He told me, “Do whatever, but it better work.”

“Trying!” I said and slipped out of his room.


“Torri!” Mykhayla said coming into our room where I was currently reading, “I need help serving refreshments.”

I sighed and closed my book, “Do I have any choice in the matter?”

“Nope.” She said with a smile and pulled me out of our room and up stairs. She shoved a tray of drinks in my hands and pushed me out the door to the main deck where everyone else was.

The sun was just beginning to set, and the entire front deck was decorated with lanterns that gave a light glow so the slowly darkening sky, with oranges and purples streaks across it, only made the scene before me even better.

I walked forward into the parted crowd of people only to come to the edge of the stage and look up.

Heat was at the back sitting behind the drum set, in front of him to the left was wire standing there with a base in his hands. Standing front row center was Killer, he held in his hands an electric guitar and stood behind a microphone.

“What the hell did you get yourself into?” I asked the blonde.

“Nothing I didn’t want to.” He told me nervously, “I wrote a song for you Torri, and I want you to hear it.”

I cocked my head to the side unsure of how to react. After a moment I shrugged and nodded.

“If you want to.” I told him.

Although I couldn’t see it I felt as though his face had lit up at my words.

He turned to look at Heat and Wire, giving them the signal.

“Alright.” Killer said looking at me, “I call it ‘Rebel Love Song’.”

“Please tell me that’s a working title.” I asked while grinning at him.

Killer said nothing as the music kicked up.

The song faded out and I felt all the attention on me right then and there.

“What do you think?” Killer asked before swallowing hard.

“I liked it.” I told him honestly, “Were on earth did you learn to play guitar like that?”

“You know, around.” Killer said scratching the back of his neck, “What did you think?” He asked again, almost desperate.

“I liked the amount of base you used to get the music heavy. And the guitar solo in the middle there really made my heart thump, which is awesome. But I loved the heavy kick of the drums the most, it really drove it home.”

“What about the lyrics?” Mykhayla asked popping up behind me.

“What lyrics?” I asked the blondes.

Killer said nothing as he just sulked off the stage and staggered inside.

“What’s up with him?” I asked, “He tired?”

“Very.” Mykhayla told me, “Mentally exhausted.”

I shrugged, “So what are the other line ups?”

“I forgot to ask for others.” Mykhayla said with a sigh.

“Well that’s some crappy music night then, don’t you think?” I asked her.

“I only thought of it two days ago, okay. I didn’t have time.” She admitted.

I shrugged, “Alright then.” I handed the tray of drinks to Mykhayla and headed back inside, “It’s been a long day for me too, so I say it’s up to the event planner to take it all down.”

As I closed the door to the gallery. I thought I heard Kidd say to Mykhayla something along the lines of;

“I told you so. Now cough it up.”