You didn't think about Killer all the time. 

Honest.

You were a normal person. You worried about the crew, about the next island, the next adventure. You also enjoyed the thrill of the unknown, the crazy life at sea, and just being a pirate.

And right now, this pirate was eager to make a cup of hot chocolate.

Your bare feet padded down the ship's hallway and towards the kitchens, humming softly while leaning towards the right when the ship rocked violently to the left. There was a huge storm going on outside, waves crashing, winds blowing, the sea trying to gobble you all whole while lightning danced across the sky.

You loved it. Storms were always the best, on and off the ship. The first time you were on board when a storm passed over you had been terribly sick, the ship teetering back and forth and causing your stomach to flip and turn; you had thought you were dying. 

It was also the first time your amazing Captain noticed you, realizing you were sick during this hectic time he had come down to yell at you to get up on deck to help out. But when he saw you in your gross state he had opted out of the yelling and just left, only coming back a few minutes later with a mug of hot chocolate. You had refused the drink at first, finding the smell nauseating but after he forced it down your throat you were instantly better.

"Specially made." Kid had grunted, wiping some of the spilled liquid off his hands when he had forced your mouth open. "Now get your ass up on deck."

In that glorious moment, you had realized what an amazing person Eustass Kid was. What other captain would do that for their lowest ranking crew member? He was truly incredible.

To say you were easy to please might be an understatement.

You yawned when the ship rocked once more, your hands instantly moving forward before a picture could fall off the wall next to you. Stopping, you took the time to hang it back up while the ship settled for a moment, smile still on your face as you bounced on your toes in anticipation. 

It had become a tradition to you now to drink hot chocolate during a storm, it was a thing you always looked forward to now. What was great about this night was that you weren't on duty, so you got to enjoy a big mug of it without having to go out in the rain and fight the storm itself. You could already taste the sweet concoction on your tongue as you walked into the kitchens and headed towards the pantry, fingers itching to grab the tin of powder like some drug addict.

You opened the door to the tiny storage room and looked around until you spotted the tin can up on the top shelf, way too high for someone of your height. Sighing, but not deterred, you grabbed the step ladder underneath all the shelves at the bottom and unfolded it, letting the ship rock once more before taking the first step.

Even when using the ladder the powder was out of reach, your fingers brushing over the metal and even pushing it back a little. You scowled and stood on the tips of your toes, tongue out in concentration when you touched the top of the can and made it slant towards you-

"What are you doing?"

"GAH!" You screeched in surprise, hands moving to grip one of the lower shelves as the ladder almost toppled over; the tin of chocolate falling on it's side and rolling to the back of the pantry.

You turned slowly with a scowl, having recognized the voice instantly. 

Killer was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing only loose sweatpants and his signature mask. You had to quickly avert your eyes away from his chiseled, bare chest - almost afraid that his perfect physique would start shining like it was a vision of heaven and blind you.

"I-I'm just making hot chocolate," You muttered, moving to try and make another grab for the tin can. 

Damn it, you had forgotten that Killer was one of the few who was off duty as well. It shouldn't have been too much of a surprise though, considering he always seemed to be on the same schedule as you.

The male didn't reply, just watched your sad attempts at grabbing the can until he sighed and moved forward. But at hearing his padded footsteps you turned around so fast that it was a wonder that your head didn't spin twice like a human possessed.

"No! I got it!!" You held up your hands, eyes wide when he stopped mid way towards you, masked face tilted in confusion. 

You did not want him near you doing hell knows what. You did not want him touching, helping, groping, or even looking at you. His past few actions had made you edgy and you did not want to deal with it tonight; not on hot chocolate night.

"I can reach-"

"No! No..." You took a deep breath, forcing a smile and keeping your hands up in a stop position. "Just...stand over there. At least five feet away."

Killer didn't reply, just stood still and staring at you as if he were thinking about something. Probably about how crazy you were. But you could care less, you just wanted him as far away as possible.

Once you deduced he wouldn't come any closer, you turned and tried to reach for the tin once more; ignoring the feeling of eyes on you. You cursed under your breath when you brushed the metal container with the tips of your fingers, swiping at it until it slowly rolled your way. 

You almost cheered in victory as it came within reach, deeming yourself amazing without needing a tall person's help; but then it was flying in your direction as the ship rocked, most if not all the items in the pantry also rolling over and close to falling off the shelf. You didn't have time to worry about that though considering the step ladder wasn't under your feet anymore, having not predicted the violent motion from the ship.

You were falling back and squeaking in surprise just as a roar of thunder sounded from outside. You closed your eyes and felt your body clench up as you prepared to hit the hard wood flooring of the kitchen, knowing from experience that you would get a lot of ugly bruises once it was all over.

But you didn't hit the floor. 

Instead you found yourself cradled gently in large arms, your small form held close to a strong chest while Killer's mask was just inches from yours. He held you like this as the ship continued to rise and fall slowly in the waves, the kitchen's hanging light swaying and even flickering - putting you both in and out of the darkness. This lasted for a few minutes until the ship settled once more and the light stayed on, but Killer still held onto you while he crouched on the floor.

You could feel how tense he was, his muscles bulging slightly as he held you as close as humanly possible to his body; fingers almost digging in your arms and legs as he held you bridal style. But he seemed to be controlling his strength well since you didn't notice how tightly he was clutching you.

But it was hard to notice anything when his naked chest was so close to you, giving you a real chance to study the tall man. Everything looked so firm and strong - the dips and curves of his muscles, the way his barrel chest moved when he breathed; it was almost as if he really had been sculpted by the heavens. Some of his hair had even fallen over his large shoulders during the catch, long blond tendrils laying on his chest and brushing against your skin.

You briefly wondered how soft his hair was but was interrupted when the man spoke.

"Are you okay?"

He sounded breathless, almost as if he had feared you were going to die from such a tiny fall. You looked up at him, forgetting all your anger and annoyance towards the first mate as he held you like a precious treasure.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded, suddenly a bit more self conscious of your attire since you only wore short shorts and a thin tank top. It had been a great idea considering how hot the climate around this part of the New World was, but now you weren't so sure since some of Killer's hair now rested on your thighs and bare shoulders; tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

Killer seemed to let out a sigh of relief, making you wonder if he really did care. 

This thought made you reevaluate your stance on the man. Maybe he really was a nice guy? Maybe you had been up in arms over nothing and Killer had just been doing what he always did. Maybe you had just been jealous...jealous that the first mate was just better at so many things compared to you?

This revelation actually made you come close to apologizing to the man...

But the impulse was quickly squashed when he suddenly placed you on the floor and slid on top of you, lifting one of your legs off the ground awkwardly while he held your upper thigh firmly in his hand.

"W-What are you doing?!!" You screeched, trying to wiggle away as a blush creeped up your neck and face.

"I'm checking for injuries." 

You balked, "I told you I was fine!!!"

He didn't let up, making you gasp when he moved his free hand to your abdomen and pushed down so you wouldn't squirm. "You could be in shock."

Oh! You were in shock alright!! Shocked that you had almost apologized to this asshole!!

"L-Let go!!" Your yell turned into another squeak when you felt his hand slowly slide up your shirt, moving it so your skin was showing in the dim kitchen light. He hummed thoughtfully and pushed it up more, his other hand now rubbing your thigh and making your body hot.

Killer's hand slowly skimmed up your stomach, showing off more and more of your skin until he reached your chest; fingers gently dancing between your breasts. Your breathing was growing heavy as he proceeded to molest you, his own body moving as close as it could while he went about 'inspecting' your skin. You were in too much shock to do anything but lay there as he towered over you, long blonde hair spilling over his form and blocking out everything in the kitchen like a curtain.

It seemed he had finally gotten his fill though, giving your thigh one last squeeze before getting off you and crossing his arms.

"Everything looks fine." He didn't even help you off the floor as he went to the pantry and grabbed the can of chocolate powder, placing it on the counter for you. "Come to me if you find any injuries. I can help."

And then he was gone, leaving you an angry, blushing mess on the floor; hair frazzled and body trembling in need.

You hated him so much.

~**BONUS**~

"Damn it," Kid hissed, stomping his way into the kitchen where Killer was preparing dinner for the night.

"Something wrong?" The masked man asked not looking up from his task.

Kid scowled, kicking over a bucket in anger before going to the stove to warm up a bit; still a bit wet from running around on the deck while the storm raged on. "That new girl is sick. We need another crew mate to raise the sails before it gets too violent."

Killer stopped what he was doing, standing silently in thought before going to the pantry to grab a tin can. Kid sneered at the object as the male started to make a mug of hot chocolate.

"Are you fucking serious? That shit will make her sicker!!"

Killer chuckled, "It helped you in your first storm. Just as it had the rest of the crew."

"Everyone still thinks it's the grossest shit around," Kid replied bluntly, glaring at the first mate as he put in a little medicine for sea sickness. "There's no way she won't hate you if you force her to drink that."

Killer shrugged, not really caring what anyone thought. He knew it was bitter from the medicine and most likely ruined hot chocolate for the whole crew. But Kid needed a healthy person to work, feelings didn't count at the moment.

Even if the new girl did like it, it's not like Killer would really notice.