"Must you really be so rude as to leave without even telling me your name?"

Why does he need to know my name for? Damn weirdo. 

"My name is...Noneya Business, nice to meet cha." You harshly spit, turning on your heel to leave. An action you're quick to regret when he suddenly grabs your wrist, his grip isn't necessarily tight or rough but nor is it welcomed. 

"And what do you do~? I'm a musician, as said~!" The man's voice still as goofy as ever but his hold on you still refusing to waver, despite the fact that you're trying to struggle out of his grip.

Why does he even think I give a shit what he does?!

"Let go of me, you fucking pleb!" You bark as fear begins to strike your core, your arm desperately trying to snatch itself from his clutches. Your body suddenly freezing up when something comes flying in from behind you, the object just missing your head but hitting this 'Apoo' guy straight in the face and sending him tumbling to the ground.

Thankfully, his hand finally released your wrist in the process. Your eyes adjusting to the object that took the guy out; a street sign. Why a street sign? Where the hell did that even come from?!

"You are one creepy looking fucker." You hear a familiar voice emerge from the direction the sign came from, your body instantly relaxing as you turn to face the man. Kid, I have never been so happy to see you. "What makes you think you're worthy of even speaking to this girl?"

And there he goes again, making you feel special by putting you on a pedestal. This is certainly not the time to be gushing over such things but...God, you love that feeling he gives you. A groan coming from Apoo's mouth as he staggers to his feet but before he has a chance to say anything or even to move, Kid lunges toward him and grabs him by the collar. 

"Let alone grab her? I don't like creepy bastards putting their damn hands on her!" The redhead's voice growing darker by the second and his grip on Apoo's collar only tightening, causing the man's clothing to strain a little too much around his throat. Apoo only being able to wheeze as Kid punches him in the stomach. Hell, the guy deserves that but the sound of Kid's fist connecting with his gut sends your teeth on edge.

Pulling Apoo upright once again, Kid takes another swing at him. His fist connecting with his jaw this time and sending him tumbling straight back to the ground. Some blood spurting from the creep's mouth, surely he just lost a tooth or something...probably a good thing, considering how ugly they are.

"I-I didn't know she was your girlfriend, Kid!"  

Girlfriend? 

You couldn't help but grimace as Kid harshly kicks the guy in the stomach repeatedly, the sound of his insides being crushed by the redhead's boot echoing throughout the street, thankfully there's nobody around. But for how long?

"K-Kid!" You blurt, your voice trembling slightly. Shockingly, he instantly stops beating the guy and turns his attention toward you. A small smile etching itself into your features as you approach him. "I think he gets it..."

You're aware that you shouldn't be smiling about this, it's not exactly a humane thing to enjoy. But you just couldn't help but relish in it! Kid protecting you? Beating the shit out of a guy for merely touching you without your consent? My God, that is just so hot on so many levels!

"He better." Kid grumbles, a sinister grin etching into his features as he wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a half-hug. "I don't like repeating myself, Apoo. Come anywhere near her again and I'll kill you."

Seems they know each other.

Once he felt like his point was made, Kid guides you along the street with his arm still draped around you protectively. That gorgeous scent invading your nostrils once again, his cologne. And his muscular arms...oh my God. 

He could surely lift me with ease.

You begin to feel your face burning up at the thought, your stomach fluttering away and your breath getting suck in your throat. If he lifted you, you'd probably end up fucking his brains out...it would the sexiest thing in the world. 

 "What was that idiot doing sniffing around you anyway?"

"...H-Huh?" The only response you could mutter, your mind still away with the perverted fairies. It takes just about all your strength to try and focus on the Kid that's currently holding you rather than the half-naked one in your mind. 

"The idiot with the stupid face." He clarifies drawing a quiet snicker from your lips, this guy is sure bringing out the darker side to you. You just can't help but find his protective trait sexy as fuck.

"I left my coat at the the pub last night, went to collect it today and that guy was...just there and didn't seem to take get lost for an answer." You notice that with each word of your explanation, Kid's eyes grow darker and darker. 

I wonder if he would have killed that guy if I hadn't stopped him?

Your eyes drifting down to his knuckles, noticing that they're beginning to bruise and that there's a rather noticeable cut on one of them. 

He sure must have hit that guy hard.

"Do you hate every guy that speaks to me?" You ask curiously, the question clearly shocking Kid slightly. You notice his breathing hitch and his eyes widen for a moment. The expression is only brief however, he's quick to morph it into a blank look as he glances down at you, stopping in his tracks and pulling you to a halt also.

"I hate...everyone and everything. Including myself." His voice sounds deep but oddly genuine, his eyes softening ever so slightly as he averts his gaze from you to the sky instead. How could he hate himself? He's the very definition of perfect! "Except you." 

Wait, what? Except for me? What's so special about me?!

"I appreciate my gang but I don't trust any of them fully. I know people like Ace, Sabo and Zoro wanna be my friend but I can't bring myself to feel much about them at all. And as for myself? Well..."

He clearly has no intention of finishing his sentence, a new-found confidence taking over his features as he straightens himself up a little, his small smirk looking forced. It's not like he needs to say anything more though, you've always thought he was rather reckless. Too quick to throw himself into the face of danger.

And you used to think it was all for the thrill, but learning that he hates himself? Perhaps that's why he's always so adamant on causing trouble... 

"You should love yourself a little more, you know?" Your comment drawing a quiet hum from the redhead, it's as if he really doesn't know what there is to love. Suppose you'll just have to remind him then, right? "You're a one man army, Kid! You're fucking awesome, you have a gang of men at your command and each of them will happily die for you, no doubt!"

You notice his eyes widen slightly at your remarks, his body completely freezing on the spot and his arm tightening around you ever so slightly. But you're not finished there, you're not going to be finished until he feels like a fucking king. "You have girls swooning over you! Hell, I'm one of them! You've got the face and body of a model and you smell fucking lush! And your protective mode is so bloody sweet, I love it! Hell, you could convince a priest to turn atheist if you wanted because your influence is that fuckin--"

"You swoon over me?" The simple question managing to knock your words clean out of your throat, a hot flush washing over your face and beads of sweat already gathering across your skin. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit!! Why did I blurt that out?! And more importantly, what do I say now?!

"Doesn't every girl?" Yes, play it calmly...just don't freak out.

"I don't care about them, I only care about what you think." OKAY, I'M FREAKING OUT.

You struggle to find your words under all the screaming inside your head, your face surely resembling a strawberry at this point and your legs beginning to feel like jelly. "Well, y-yeah...I..." How the fuck do I word this shit?!

Does it seem weird to tell someone that the highlight of your days is speaking to them? Or that when they're around you, you just savor the moment and hate when it has to come to an end?

What if I scare him away?