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You leaned over the bow and stared out at the water. It was blue. And white from the reflection of the sun and waves. The air didn't smell of rain which was new. It was more like a salty smell. You wanted to jump in the water; it was calling to you. Okay, it was decided. "Kid! Wherever you are! I'm going swimming! Don't worry about me!" You took off your raincoat, blue shorts, shirt, red rain boots and socks. You can bend with the water again, like in the forest.

"Y/n?" The redhead called. His eyes widened at your figure preparing to jump in. "What the hell are you doing?! Get away fro-" You dove in.

~

You woke up in a bed. You sat right up and saw Kid with his head in his hands. "Hi."

His head shot up, "Good. You're awake. What the hell were you thinking jumping in the water like that?! You can't even swim!"

"Yes I can!"

"Are you sure? It didn't seem like that when you began to sink to the ocean floor. Killer had to jump in and save you."

"You can't swim?"

"No. I'm a devil fruit eater."

"A what?"

"I ate a fruit that took away my ability to swim."

"Then...why did you eat it?"

"I didn't know! But because of the fruit I can move metal."

"I don't believe you. Show me." You crossed your arms.

He sighed. Then the lamp besides the bed began to float. "See?"

"Wow! You're like me!"

"What?"

"I can move water!"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, one day I was walking across a stream and slipped off the log. Then the water caught me. I just felt as if I bonded with it. And then one day, when it was raining, I didn't get wet. Instead my body was collecting water. It was absorbing it in a way. I think it's pretty cool."

"Did you find a weird looking fruit and eat it?"

"Uh..."

"Was it disgusting?"

"Uh...yes and yes. It was a blue orange with polka dots and I said 'Well if I die eating a poisonous orange, I die!' and then I ate it."

"You ate a devil fruit. Explains why the river liked you but not the sea."

"What?"

"Devil fruits are neglected from the sea and an eater loses their strength if they touch it or they can sink in the sea."

"The ocean is rude."

"Yeah..."

"Okay, imma jump in again!" You jumped up.

"No! You'll sink to the ocean floor and die!"

"Do you think I care?" You ran out of the room.

"I do! Come back here!" He chased you.

"Mother said not to talk to strangers!" You teased and looked back at him. But that was where you fucked up...

Kid tackled you. "I thought we were friends!"

"No! Strangers! Because you won't let me into the ocean!"

"Because you will sink!"

"I don't give two shits! Now let me go!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Killer!" A blonde guy popped out and walked towards you two.

A blonde guy popped out and walked towards you two."What?"

"Get a hold of this brat!"

"But it looks like you two are having fun!"

"Killer!"

He sighed and bent down. "Do you want me to make you some spaghetti?"

Your movements stopped. "Spaghetti?"

"Spaghetti!"

"Spaghetti!" You pushed Kid off and jumped onto Killer. Your arms were locked around his neck as he found it normal. Please take into consideration that this is the second time they have met.

"We are gonna make spaghetti." The blonde found it normal and walked off with a child flailing around yelling "spaghetti."

Kid retreated to his room and sat with metal scraps littered across the floor. Tools were spread across his bed around where he was sitting. The redhead was in the process of tinkering with and updating the man made prosthetic embedded to his left arm. It was mainly to keep you off his mind. The outburst earlier left him with short patience for your actions. Even though he never really had tolerance for anyone in the first place.

You burst through his door with a plate of spaghetti in hand. "KI~ID!" You smiled brightly.

The man glared up at you. "What?"

"We made spaghetti! Want some?"

"No, leave me alone."

"Please? It's really good!"

"No. Goodbye."

"You're no fun!" You pouted and placed the plate on the floor and closed the door behind you. Kid shook his head in disappointment and annoyance before resuming his work.

You huffed, puffed and mumbled about how "mean" Kid was being. You hopped up on the kitchen counter with Killer who was slurping away at a plate of spaghetti. "Kid's being mean."

"He's always mean."

"That's not fair!"

"You'll get used to it; trust me." He winked but you couldn't see because of the mask so instead his head just tilted slightly which appeared as odd to you.