Kidd X Reader: A second encounter

"Oi, Captain...It's been six months...don't you think you should move on?" Killer asked, worried for his captain, Kidd, one of the twelve Rookies of the New World, a man who's as ruthless and merciless as the sea herself. But...as of late, his captain had been less ruthless and more...obsessive. Since he'd played that silly, childish game with a strange young woman, he'd been hell bent on finding her after she ditched him, without leaving so much as her name.

"Killer," Kidd growled, obviously sleep deprived as a result of staying up to the early morning hours, trying to sketch the woman he shared a mere seven minutes with. He wasn't much of an artist, but little by little he managed to create a decent looking profile of the woman.
"Are you trying to order me around?"

"N-No. Sencho...I was only worried for your health, you haven't slept in a few days..." Killer rushed, waving his hands defensively while a sweat bead dropped on his mask.

"Good, now let's disembark and head into town, I want to see if that woman is here on *this* island." Kidd ordered as he took his finished sketch and headed down to the docks. This was perhaps the umpteenth island that they had visited just to the mysterious chick. As one could probably guess...he's had very little luck. With his intimidating aura, Kidd had scared almost anyone away that he approached. Luckily, he did manage to get a few leads, but they were just strange rumors...

As Kidd walked through the plaza of the town, and to many, many bars, he showed the sketch to bartenders and many passerby's. Most didn't know who the woman was, but they did say that she looked similar to a celebrity here in town. Which is exactly what the rumors that Kidd had heard about were about.

"Eh? (Name), the (profession/talent)? Do you happen to know where she is now?" Kidd asked, chugging down his sake.

"Tch. As if I'd tell a ruthless pirate like you where our favorite person in the whole New World is! You'll probably take her away and do unspeakable things to her!" The Bartender gave Kidd a scowl, wiping a dirty shot glass and placing back under the counter. Kidd returned the scowl with a fearsome growl of his own. He would never admit it, but he had begun to think that he had some sort of...'feelings' for this mysterious woman.

"Don't go around assuming things, when you have no facts to back it up!" Kidd pounded his fist on the bar, making all the glasses rise into the air for a brief second, his outrage catching the attention of a hooded figure in a dark corner.

"No facts?! You're one of the twelve Rookies! You're Eustass Kidd, Captain of the Kidd Pirates! You're ruthless, merciless and soulless to boot! You've killed countless men while on your voyage on the sea! I think I have all the facts I need." The bartender huffed, throwing his towel on the bar and getting in Kidd's face. There were very few men that were either brave enough, or foolish enough to pick a fight with Kidd, especially when he was sleep deprived and lacked the patience to deal with people. It looked like a giant fight was going to break out, but just as Kidd had gathered all the metallic items in the bar to his left arm, the hooded figure stepped in between them.

"Get out of my way! Or I'll kick your ass too!" Kidd threatened. The hooded figure chuckled.

"There's your overly inflated ego again. Didn't you learn the last time I deflated your ego?"

Huh? Those words seemed familiar, but it couldn't be! That would be way to convenient!

"Woman, you best hold your tongue, sharp and quick as it might be, I'm in no mood to humor anyone." Kidd growled, swiping the woman's hand away. This didn't seem to deter her one bit as she threw down her hood revealing her face to the red-haired pirated. His eyes grew wide as dinner plates.

"Y-You?! It's you!" Kidd stuttered pointing at your smirking face, while the bartender remained confused.

"Aye, Kidd. It's me. It's been a while hasn't it? Six months I do believe."

"Oi! (Name)! Do you really know this pirate?" The bartender asked, totally lost.

"You could say that. Although the last time we chatted was in a dark closet for seven minutes."

"EHHHHHHH?!" The entire bar crowed shrieked at the news, while Kidd's face grew as red as his hair.

You laughed enjoying Kidd's discomfort but before you could continue to torture the poor guy, he grabbed a hold of your hand and dragged you out of the bar and into a dark alley, where he placed both his hands on either side of you, preventing your escape.

"Huh? What are you up to Kiddo? No snide remark? No comeback?" You stared at Kidd, but the longer he stared at you, a deep blush on his cheeks and a weird look in his eyes, you also began to feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Your face..." Kidd began.

"My face...?" You asked, your blush becoming darker.

"I...Like your face...so..." He trailed off, trying to not sound like a dork. He grew frustrated at his lack of ability to convey his thoughts, after all, they had been filled with only images of you since that day in the closet. And the same could be said for you, but you had convinced yourself that Kidd would move on and simply ignore the little rivalry you had in a closet.

So instead of trying to force out words, Kidd decided that a demonstration would be enough. With his one real hand, he held your face and lifted it up towards him, his own face closing the remaining distance between the pair of you as he placed a firm kiss on your lips, his eyes firmly shut while your own were wide open.

In that one action, Kidd had both expressed himself and restored the light in your own eyes, giving you a second chance to allow yourself to fall in love with this pirate. Although it wouldn't be easy, once word got out of your relationship, the newspaper as well as the marines would be on your back twenty-four/seven. You would also be targeted by any enemies that Kidd had, and you were sure he had a LOT of enemies. But this was all ok with you, you had heard that Prince Fukaboshi had married his partner from Straw Hat's little game, and now you were also getting a happy ending.