Red Hair (Kid x Child!Reader)

  

    When someone says Kid Pirates, they think of the brutal, merciless, and murderous crew and their captain that had noticeable fire red hair. Never would they think of the crew having a child on board, unless for ransom, but never by free will. It was illogical, impossible, and unimaginable. Well, the Kid Pirates and their captain f*** logic, f*** the impossible, and do the unimaginable. For they had a little a h/c haired child on their ship, that was part of the crew, and had a bounty that put most of the other crew members to shame. She was only 8 and the world knew her as Red Demon Y/n, but they knew her as Little Y/n. 

    Kid himself doesn't even know how she got involved. All he knew was one day Killer and Heat came back to the ship, and walking behind them was a little girl. She was very short, and very dirty. Her hands had various cuts on them, and gashed could be seen going up her to her elbow. She had what looked like some grease on her finger tips, and her face was covered in grime. The clothes she wore looked no better. With a filthy top that had the sleeves cut ripped off, and the hems were tearing. Her shorts were fairing no better. They were a short and loose, and were as dirty and torn as the shirt. She was barefoot and oil seemed to be on her very soles and in some case on her legs. She looked extremely thin, and her dull h/c was pulled back in h/s. E/c orbs scanned the ship and it's inhabitants, they didn't hold curiosity like most kids did, and there wasn't even a trace of life in them. They were just dull, and bored. 
    He stared at her as she continued to look everywhere else besides him. He looked at Killer with an angry and questioning look. 
    "What the hell is this?" He motioned to the little girl. Killer looked down to the small girl, and she finally looked up to see the blue and white striped mask. 
    "This is Y/n. As you can see, has been working in a mechanic factory." That explains the oil and grease.
    "Killer, we don't need any mechanics. Give her back." He glared at the child but she still continued to stare at Killer.  
    "That's not the reason why I brought her. Y/n, want to show him what you can do?" Killer asked as he motioned towards Kid. For the first time, Y/n looked at Kid, and Kid saw her eyes slightly widen. Her e/c orbs git a small spark in them, but quickly diminished. Kid noticed she was looking at his hair. 
    'Damn brat.' He thought. Y/n quickly composed herself and nodded to answer Killer's question. Immediately, Kid noticed how the wind picked up around her a bit, and at the base of her feet, red started to appear. It swirled around her like the wind, then disappeared and small red butterflies took shape. They fluttered around her, and seemed to act as normal butterflies. 
    "So? She can make an insect, congrats." Kid said. He looked at Killer, who looked at Y/n and nodded. 
    "Just din't go for anything on the ship." Kid raised an invisible eyebrow and looked down at the child. She nodded, and her eyes zeroed in on a boulder that was a feet away from the ship. Without even lifting finger, Kid watched as the delicate looking butterflies flew at great sped towards the boulder, leaving only red to prove they were there, and basically cut the boulder in half. 
    "They also works as bullets almost, like Kizaru's." Killer added,"I was wondering if she could stay on the ship with the rest of us." Kid stared at the girl with a scowl, seeing if he could scare her off the ship, but he was met with an impassive face and eyes wandering back to his red hair. 
    "Fine, but if she starts crying for her parents or something I'm throwing her off." He stalked away, grumbling. 

    Everyone accepted the little girl quiet well, better than expected to be honest. The crew was careful around her. And Killer and Heat were seen as sort of the caretakers for her. She didn't ask for much, nor did she really talk. She never complained and helped out with little household chores. She was given a bath, and basically scrubbed raw till s/c could be seen, and was slightly red. Her h/l h/c had to be cleaned three times in order to get all the oil and grease out successfully, then more scrubbing on her feet for all the years of walking barefoot in oil. She was given a new set of clothes which consisted of f/c tank top with the Kid Pirate logo on the front, f/c shorts that were once again extremely loose on her, and she had to use a belt in order to keep them up. She was given black leather boots that went up to her knees, and a black coat that reached her thighs, and a too big of a hood that went to her mid back. Whether she liked them or not, she didn't say it. Just a simple "thank you" and a bow. 
    Kid watched her from a far. Waiting for her to cry, and then him throwing her over. Just waiting for her to call out out for her parents, yet that never happened. She didn't even seem homesick. It made him curious and a bit confused. 
    "You know, you look like a stalker right now." Kid jumped at the voice. He turned around and saw Killer looking at him. 
    "Shut the f*** up." Kid grumbled and looked back to the silent girl that was staring out at the ocean. She was leaning against the railing and looking at the waves. 
    "She's creepy." He grumbled. Killer tilted his head a bit,"How so?" Kid sighed,"She never cries, never complains, and never talks. It's everything a kid does, and she doesn't do it. Not once has she called out for her parents, and the fact she could watch a slaughtering of another crew, and not blink is a little unsettling even for me. Plus, whenever she sees me, her eyes go to my hair." There, Kid had final said it. He could feel Killer's gaze on him. He turned to look at the blonde, and Killer looked back to Y/n who was still watching the waves. It was true though, she never did anything that normal kids would have done, and as for the unfazed thing about the pirate ship, she simply sat there on a barrel on the deck and watched. She didn't hesitate to pierce any enemies that came too close, and she helped other members in some cases. It was a bit unsettling at first, but then Killer remembered the town and factory she grew up in, and it kind of all made sense. 
    "She's an orphan," He started. Kid's eyes widened a fraction,"She doesn't remember her parents. She grew up in the factory all her life, and to be honest with you Kid, some slave houses look better than that factory. It was certainly no place for a growing child, let alone a small one like her. As for the unfazed part, living in that kind of city would't surprise that she had witnessed a killing. But, all the casualties in that factory were worse than ones that could happen in a pirate's brawl. Before I even took three steps in the building, somebody was on the floor screaming. His arm got caught in the machine and tore it out of it socket. The guy was screaming bloody murder as people watched in horror as he started to bleed. And then came Little Y/n, she had a clean rag, and tied it around his shoulder. Heat helped the man stand up and walk him to their infirmary. Everyone was still, then in came the head person yelling at everyone to get back to work. Little Y/n seemed to be the only one unaffected by all the blood on the floor. It's sad to say that she seemed used to all the casualties. Not even ten minutes later, a female scream echoed throughout the factory and everyone was running to the spinning wheels. A woman's hair was caught and the machine was basically scalping her. She was screaming and everyone tried to cut her hair but no one wanted to get close to the machine in fear of their own safety. That was when I first saw Little Y/n's ability. A red line made it's way in my line of sight and successfully cut the woman's hair, before the machine could take everything. The poor woman crying hysterically, and the only thing they did was place a wet rag on her hair and told her to take a break." Kid eyes widened at all of this. He looked back to Little Y/n that now had Heat leaning against the railing with her. 
    "You know, I've never seen such lifeless eyes before. I think even a corpse has more life in their eyes than she does. Maybe that's why I took her, just to get her out of there. She was the only child there, and the only one in rags." Killer sighed and looked at the clouds. Kid looked at his childhood friend. 
    "That still doesn't explain the staring of red hair." Killer gave an airy chuckle,"She's colorblind, Kid. Her whole world is black and white, with the grey in between, and one color. Can you guess what that color is?" Killer looked back to Kid, who continued looking at his first mate. 
    "Red. She can only see red. That's why the butterflies she creates are red, that's why she stares at your hair. It'e because your hair is probably the first time she's seen something red that wasn't blood. Because I'll tell you this Kid, the only color in that factory were the blood stains on the floors and the machines." Killer walked away towards Little Y/n, leaving Kid alone with his thoughts. He clicked his tongue,"So." 


    Kid stared at the lifeless e/c orbs, and they stared back. He could feel his eye start to twitch in annoyance. Currently they were the only two on the ship, as the others went out to either drink or stock up. He didn't want to go, and Y/n couldn't go, so they were stuck here. Sitting at the dinner table with burnt eggs and basically charred toast for dinner. Kid was a captain not cook, this was not his job.  
    He was so sure she'd make a face of disgust, and he was ready to yell at her about it, but instead all he got was a thank you, and quiet child eating the burnt food. Her face remained impassive as she ate, but they kept flickering to his hair. It was starting to annoy him. 
    "WOULD YOU STOP LOOKING AT MY F***** HAIR??!! I KNOW IT'S RED OKAY??!! JUST STOP LOOKING AT IT AS IF IT WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE SEEN IT!!!" Looks like he snapped. He was panting by the end of it, his fisting breaking the table as he hit it in frustration. He was expecting tears, or at least a bit of tearing up. And of course, the child gave him another surprise. She goy out of her seat, took her plate, and headed towards the deck, quietly shutting the door behind her. Leaving the fuming red head alone in the galley, she made her way towards the ledge, sat on top of it and started eating in silence. It tasted awful, like ashes, but she wouldn't complain because he tried. Soon enough, heavy footsteps were heard making there way over to her. She got ready just in case it was an enemy, and had one of her butterflies ready. 
    She was surprised when saw Kid lean against the same railing as her. His back facing the ocean, and his elbows resting on the railing. They sat there in silence for a little bit before Kid broke,"You okay?" She looked at him in slight shock. He's never asked if anyone was okay before, but to be polite she nodded. He hummed. 
    "I know you can only see red and all that, but why do you always look so surprised whenever you see it?" He turned to see e/c eyes staring at him. This time though, it wasn't as unnerving as he normally felt. Her eyes for once looked lost, then they turned sincere. She looked down to the half eaten charred toast and 3/4 gone burnt egg. 
    "Its... a pretty red." She whispered. 
    "HUH?!" 
    "I've never seen a red like that before. Despite it being very bright, it seems very warm." Kid looked shocked. No one has ever said that about his hair. They would normally tell him how weird it looks or something, but this child saw it differently. 
    "I'm sorry if I keep making you uncomfortable with me staring at your hair. It's just its all grey then, pop, red." She used her hands to emphasize the pop, and even Kid had to admit it was pretty cute. She went back to staring out at the ocean. A red butterfly landed on her shoulder, but she didn't seem to mind it. 
    "It's gets pretty boring and sad only able to see black and white." She whispered. Kid looked at the ocean she was staring at, and only imagined what it must be like to not see the all the colorful places he's been to. 
    "You like my hair that much, huh." She nodded. Her eyes went back to his hair, and he didn't seem to mind it as much this time. 
    "Can I touch it?" Kid gave her a 'are-you-kidding' look, but he gave an annoyed sigh,"Fine." He heard shuffling, then felt soft tugging on his strands. He looked and was shocked. Her dull e/c orbs were wide in fascination, and had a little life in them. His hair gave her that much enjoyment? 
    "It's warm." 
    "It's hair, it can't be warm." She shook her head, she looked at her hand that was touching his hair. 
    "It was warm." Kid felt his hair, it wasn't warm. 
    "No it's not." She nodded. 
    "No, it's not." Another nod. 
    "You little-"