#odena

Aris had gotten dressed and scrubbed the excess blood off of her tanned skin, Hip had already come in and given her a change of non-torn to shreds clothes as well as some basic necessities, crutches, and a towel so she could dry off after her shower. 

The clothes were actually quite nice. The outfit consisted of a spiked bra, leather jacket with various little pins and patches and a small leather skirt. There was one small problem though- the clothes were extremely tight the top felt like it would pop, and that the skirt would rip as soon as she sat down.  But thankfully the jacket had a backflap she could make do so her wings could sit comfortably on her back. 

The tattooed woman made her way out of the room on her crutches, they sat uncomfortably under the snowy white of her wings. She followed her nose and the slight sound of chatter over the clicking of crutches on smooth wooden deck. Upon walking in Hip and Hop pulled her into the table of girls that included them Quincy, Emma, and Dive. Aris had to admit she was slightly intimidated by the hoard of punk women pulling her along to their table. She studied each of their faces and their way of dressing. If she was honest envied their confidence.    

  The girls gushed over Aris as yet another girl was to be added to the crew and they were so very excited. They asked her all about Skypia after hearing the news from Killer that the reason for the wings wasn't a Devil fruit but it was because she wasn't human.    

Meanwhile as the girls chatted and slowly got Aris a little more comfortable, at the head of the mess hall sat Captain Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire. 

“she looks better as one of us” wire signed

"Wires right she looks way cooler as a punk. that outfit shows more of those tattoos too” 

“Heat it's rude to stare” 

“sorry killer” 

“What do you think about her boss” wire singed

“she's annoying as shit. You said she has a mouth on her too” 

“in her defense I don't think she's ever actually heard anything about us other then we crucify people and you and killers names. So I'm sure waking up and seeing killer would be pretty fucking terrifying. I mean he still scares some crew members..”

”Whatever she better fucking pull her weight if I'm gonna let a goddamned strawhat stay here” 

The four men watched as she warmed up to the girls. Heat and Wire made more small talk, or more singing back and fourth. as the captain and soldier discussed the girl. Killer didn't get why Kid took an immediate disliking to her. She wasn’t much trouble, sure she was mouthy but it was a good way. And he had to admit she was pretty too..l or maybe he just had a thing for redheads..

Eustass stared the girl down as she chatted with his crew. He’d been studying her movements since she walked into the room. The way her hips swung when she walked, how her lips parted ever so slightly even when resting due to the stitches, the golden of her eyes getting smaller when Quincy brought up something of interest. There was just something about the way she glanced back at him with those eyes that he couldn’t stand.

She was too much for him to stand and it annoyed the hell out of him. He grumbled as he stared at her eyes of amber fixated on her movements. Now that he looked she was awfully skinny he could see the indents of her hips and even count a few ribs. He also wondered what her wings felt like. Could he even touch them?

“Killer what do you know about the shandorian race.”

“eh I’ll be honest with ya, not very much is known about them. I think I have a book written by the Mont Blanc Noland guy.i can lend it to ya if you wanna know more about them. It should have things on their wings and cultural studies”

“did they not have much food?”

“I said I didn’t know, but why is that what you ask out of everything I thought you were going to”

“cuz she’s skinny, and not in like the brothel girl way, Kil, I can count her ribs. The dumbass also isn’t eating much either.”

“Talk quieter asshole, she could have an eating disorder or something. I know she was raised to be a human weapon”

“Well if I’m gonna have someone on my crew they better eat no one wastes my partners food. Work with her on it. I’m done dealing with this”

And with that the Captain stood giving a glare before marching away. Grumbling as he passed the redheaded woman. Heat and Wire signed to each other about the whole thing, wondering what his deal was.

Aris was actually having a good time until she noticed everyone around her had finished their meals and had been staring at her to finish her own.

“What’s wrong do you not like it? You could use some more meat on your bones so you should probably eat up.”

Quincy had said, oblivious to the pained look on the winged woman’s features as she spoke. She just sighed and took a small bite before saying

“I’m not really hungry right now.. just a little sick”

the girls shrugged at her words and stood to put their things away as Ari’s sat and stared at her food. The food was indeed delicious, but that was just the problem. Killers cooking reminded her all to much of Sanji’s and thinking about how he gave his life for hers just made her stomach hurt. She felt sick. Thankfully most of everyone had left the room before she stood a hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.

She had barely made it to the little room she had been kept in before she burst, not even making it to the toilet before grabbing on the notch of the bed and doubling over. First to get spat up was the little bit of dinner she ate. God she hated how sick she sometimes would get. Just when she thought her stomach had cleared its contents it decided to empty everything until the odd orange color of stomach bile showed.

She hadn’t even notice herself collapsing to the floor into her own sick. She panted in a mess of drool and tears as she lie there feeling another warm liquid drip from the seams of her stitches. She didn’t even notice the door to her room opening.

Killer stood in the doorway. He had decided to check in on the girl after Wire has pointed out her running away. He stood in shock as he walked in on the mess. He rushed forward and sat the girl up

“Ya doin ok doll face? The fuck is this”

the masked man’s words were painful like an arrow to the heart. She let out a strangled sob at the nickname

“Je t'aime doll face, Je t'aime tellement..” sanji said as he held the girls body close to his, peppering her face in kisses as they lie under the stars on the deck of the sunny. “I promise to show you all the amazing things in the world- as a thank you for showing yourself to me as not even drowning in the all blue could ever be as breathtaking as you.”

The girls fingers traced over the stitches in her lip as Killer snatched the girl into his chest at her cry. That cry was something he knew he never wanted to hear again. It reminded him of the first time he heard his partner cry, and how it struck his chest so deep it felt like knives raining down. He stroked the girls hair ignoring the chunks of half digested food encrusting it.