16. HighSchool
16. HighSchool
Kidd - 14 | Killer - 18
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Puberty found Kidd
meaning inconvenient erections
and some possible pining but he's not ready to explore that
additionally, note the ages,
and that they are still sharing a bed
Killer's working for one of the island's bigger bosses
Kidd is really smart
even if he's essentially illiterate
Killer's using his mob connection to get Kidd textbooks
... and to better their lives in other ways
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
It's impossible to ignore that things are changing between the two of them. Life is change, but Kidd didn't remember a time not living in Killer's pockets and now he's got more him time then he knows what to do with. Where Killer used to be, Kidd is either alone or bullying the other Heaps punks that think he's easy pickings since he's solo. They don't make that mistake twice, and Kidd has to admit, the occasional throw down is exhilarating. He might start pulling his punches and hoping someone will come back for a round two.
Admittingly, Killer used to ditch him often enough to go hook up with Victoria, sneaking back in at the eleventh hour and Kidd would roll his eyes and pretend he hadn't been sitting up waiting for him to come crawling into bed. When she'd kicked the both of them to the curb last year, Kidd thought that would the end of that. Except Killer still was disappearing on him during the day now.
Killer'd been an early riser their whole lives, so Kidd was used to waking up alone. The older boy - man now, Kidd supposed - wasn't a deep sleeper to start with and had always had trouble sleeping past sunrise. But he rarely went far before Kidd was also up for the day. Lately, the moment Kidd picked his head off the pillow, Killer was heading out.
He'd maybe see him for lunch, but unless Kidd asked him in advance to stick around, Killer was a ghost until evening.
Which was whatever. Kidd didn't care. Hell - it was maybe a little nice in the morning, ever since Kidd had come to the mortifying revelation that the only time he didn't wake up rock hard these days was because he'd creamed his pants at some point in his sleep. Which could have been awkward as hell considering that most places they squatted were too small or too drafty to sleep in any configuration other then curled up together, including the dingy shack they were holed up in now.
Still lazying in their little shared 'bed' now - a broken singles' mattress filled with paper trash - Kidd had to think very hard about not imagining what it was like to sleep next to Killer every night, to imagine Killer still in bed with him in the morning. With a whine, he drug his fingers down his face, pulling his head out of those thoughts, and forced himself up and to his feet. He either needed to deal with this or clear his head, and then get on with his morning.
Killer had left him a filled canteen of clean water, a couple hard boiled eggs, fresh baked bread and a new book.
Another part of their new normal; breakfast and a gift. Killer had fell in good favour with one of the bosses back when they still ran with Victoria, and without her taking up his free time, Killer had been taking on more errands for the gangs. Kidd wasn't real sure how he felt about all that yet. He was vaguely aware Killer had been involved with the gangs before they'd become a duo, but an island wide coup d'etat left him on the loosing side. He'd been pretty paranoid about the bosses since then, but Victoria had to go and change his mind about them all not being vicious warmongers. Boss Athair didn't ask for Killer's loyalty and paid more coin for a single errand then the both of them usually scrapped together in a fortnight.
Enough for three fresh meals a day. Enough to pay someone to actually wash their clothes instead of rinsing them in seawater and beating them on the rocks until they were 'clean' or fell apart. Every one of Killer's safe-caches had a full coin purse, and now even Kidd's did too.
If it kept up, they might even be able to rent a real room next winter, in a real building.
With blankets or even a fireplace.
An actual bed, without bugs and weird smelling mold spots.
A bookshelf for the text books Killer kept finding somewhere.
School books belonging to some Cailean MacCeannard according to the front end page. Killer had several of the guys books by this point, a few clearly ancient primers, but then some more advanced stuff that was way more interesting, like one on that claimed to be the 7th edition of Heat and Thermodynamics, or the Fundamentals of the Theory of Electricity. Granted, Kidd only probably understood a quarter of what the books were talking about, Killer reading out large passages to him some nights since Kidd's reading skills were pretty lacking. Killer didn't understand most of what he said, but Kidd urged him on regardless, Killer's steady voice bringing the author's ideas to life for Kidd.
Today's book was Nonlinear Magnetohydrodynamics and Kidd had not the foggiest what that was suppose to mean, but he flipped through it, studying the diagrams with little context, but still fascinated as he munched on one of the eggs. This one lacked Cailean's name, but did have a some Marine Base Library Stamp on it and it filled him with glee to read the "Library Copy. Do not Remove from Premises" embossed on the title page.
"Mine now," he cackled to himself.
More Posts from Mekachu04 and Others
26. Cold
Kidd - 17 | Killer - 21 |Heat -22
Tags specifically for this chapter:
Head Injuries again
please seek emergency care for head injures like this!
The helmet is born
brief but repeated vomit
Read at A03 linked above or here below cut
Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list
"What's wrong with him?"
House gestured over to where they'd set up an impromptu infirmary; where Heat had apparently marched Killer off to once the heaviest of the fighting had died down. "Dunno. I think he tried to block a pipe with his face."
Kidd groaned; He didn't like to see Killer hurt - but he didn't like to hear Killer had gotten hurt in such a stupid way even more. He stalked over to the little shelter, throwing the door open to find just the two men thankfully.
Killer was seated on the ground, Heat squatting next to him, red stained cloth pressed against his forehead and their first aid supplies lain out next to them. The cloth mask Killer usually wore over his face had been pushed up as an impromptu headband by Heat to hold his bangs back as he picked through the supplies one handed. Heat waved for Kidd to keep his voice down, the Captain only just biting back a jab at Killer's bad luck.
"hmhmmka" He mumbled to Kidd.
He was definitely not okay; any jest's dying on Kidd's lips as Killer tried to stand up to prove he was fine only for all the colour to drain from his face. He was blinking rapidly, and then Kidd and Heat were lowering him back to the ground before he fainted.
"Get the bucket," Heat warned urgently, dropping the bloody rag to pull Killer's hair back suddenly. Kidd handed it off just in time for Killer to hurl into it. It was not the first time, Kidd frowned, as the bucket already had sick in it. "I'm.. gonna go dump this." His nose wrinkled up at it once he took it back from Killer before he spilled it on himself.
"I wouldn't. I don't think he's done yet."
Kidd's frowned deepened; Heat began to stitching up the still bleeding cut along Killer's hair line. Kidd reached out to touch the end of Killer's nose, blood dripping onto his hand.
"This one is bad."
"/This/ one?" Heat looked nervous, "How many concussions has he had?"
Kidd made a /ehh/ noise, checking Killer's pupils, "I'm gonna have to start sending you out with a safety helmet, buddy."
Killer just looked confused. "Imnt 'uty"
"Oh Killer, you so are fucked up right now." Kidd said sympathetically.
"A'mo wel'day." He told Kidd as Heat finished trying off the thread, before giving a pathetic whine and shudder as Heat pulled away. Baffled by the noise, Heat looked over at Kidd who shrugged back.
Tentatively, Heat put his hand back on Killer's forehead and swore, before using both hands to cup his cheeks. Killer closed his eyes and shivered, leaning into his touch.
"He does feel a little chill," Heat warned, and Kidd pulled his jacket off to wrap Killer up in it.
In a show of gratitude, Killer puked on him.
<><><>
He can't help but have a laugh at Killer's expense when he hands the gag-gift over as they wait for permission to dock on the little backwater island; The Victoria Punk is almost bigger then the entire pier and someone on island wants to make sure she's actually going to fit. It's a reasonable enough request with no undertone of malicious intent, so Kidd is content to wait for once.
"You've had a real head for trouble lately," he cackles, as Killer opens the box to study the crudely made safety helmet.
It's just a basic hard hat that Kidd had shaped out of scrap steel, though he'd lowered the back a little more than was standard and didn't bother shaping the brim onto it.
"Shouldn't there be like... padding?" Killer asked, baffling Kidd in that he seemed to be taking it... seriously.
"Wait.. What?"
"I don't think it's going to be useful without some padding to absorb the blow. It's also going to fall right off."
"Are... Are you fucking with me?" Kidd asked; Killer was inspecting the item like he was actually considering wearing it.
He also looked confused by Kidd's comment. "What do you mean?"
"Because I'm fucking with you. This is a joke..." Kidd said slowly, waiting for Killer to drop the act, "Because after your last concussion? I made that joke about sending you out in a helmet?"
Killer looked down at the helmet in confusion, and then looked back up, still lost.
"Which I'm starting to realize... with your concussion, you don't remember any of that..."
".. I'm sorry?"
"Air son muir, don't be fucking sorry!" Kidd went to take the helmet back, feeling a fool, only to catch a look of uncertainty on Killer's face and pulled his hand back slowly. "I... Di.. Do you want me to make you a helmet? Like... an actual helmet?"
Killer floundered for a moment, "...Maybe?"
Kidd held his hand out, and Killer handed the piece to him this time. "So... Padding..." he prompted, turning the metal over.
"Maybe a face plate too?"
A knot tangled up in Kidd's gut. "Like, are you thinking down the center covering the nose or up over the cheeks?"
He almost didn't hear Killer's response, it was so quiet. It shouldn't have surprised him, not after a friendship as long as theirs.
"Anything you want."
If Killer wanted it full coverage, then that's what Kidd would make for him.
Got my first tattoo today. @neil-gaiman : this series has meant so very much to me, not just the tv version, but the radio drama and the book that started it all.
Gave the artist Chance the basic idea and he did an amazing job, not just with the tattoo design but with the whole experience. I have high anxiety with new things already, and he and the staff of Aloha Salt Lake were amazing.
(at Aloha Salt Lake Tattoos in Murray, UT) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHGzRWEFsy5/?igshid=501o6kkpac0e
reblogged here since i no longer use that account
!drawing! What is this?!
Here is Thomas (my pokemon character) and kairoseki (my mabinogi character)
Might even colour it…. Who knows.
reblogged here since i no longer use that account
Sprite was an edit from the Nintendo DS game, One Piece: Gigant Battle! 2 New World, with Zoro in his Strong World Outfit.
On size 14 count canvas, with 15 or so colours. Maybe Four inches tall
(my scanner is downstairs, I dun wanna go back down there just yet to measure and then have to come back upstairs XD )
Roronoa Zoro (c) Eiichiro Oda
it was so hard to choose a favourite T_T
It was like.. a four way tie XD
I have a few wips still sitting in the back pockets that might go up before the end of the year, but i'm not sure it will be cleaned up in time
These are all from like.. July to now too. Something happened in May, and just.. Killer & Kidd moved into my head and i don't think I've had so many ideas since i first wrote for one piece back in my collage / Live Journal days. everytime i blink, new idea!
<3 its been a blast XD
original template by @spicedrobot
Day 23 : Body Mod (Cheat day XD )
- very very loosely "body mod" - XD it's my cheat day
i drew a somewhat follow up to yesterdays, based on a conversation from the Punk Victoria Discord Group this morning
wire is telling kidd > "You are the fucking adult here"
Idea for itty!Killer is wearing one of dive's dresses from one of pocket-jack s doodles
Original Prompt list by @gratefulcheeses
Came across these beautiful papers and had to buy them. I'm not completely sure they will even work for what I have in mind, but oh..... if they do
-
adolfgrey liked this · 6 months ago -
pocket-jack reblogged this · 6 months ago -
pocket-jack liked this · 6 months ago
-
unable-to-even liked this · 6 months ago -
mekachu04 reblogged this · 6 months ago
Minors DNI : DreamWidth Backup : : Kidd Pirate Trash :: Cross Stitching & Book Binding : : We're here, We're queer. Get used to it.
260 posts