It's the last chapter of my failed attempt at a short story! Sorry about my headcannon with Killer's eyes. But, I think it's be cool if I was right. Hell, I just wanna know what he looks like without his mask on!

When You Wish Upon a Star

Chapter Four

When Killer woke up, he didn't want to open his eyes. He felt warm, pleased, and utterly relaxed. He heard a deep breathing, which caused the blonde to open his multi-coloured eyes to the light.

"Whoa."

Killer looked down to his right to see Kidd. He actually saw Kidd – without his bangs hiding his eyes. His eyes widened, but he covered them with his hand so that the redhead couldn't see his defect.

"Hey, let me look," Kidd said, removing the hand. The blonde didn't put up much resistance, but he didn't look at the pale man. He hated his eyes. The right one was neon orange while the other one was the most beautiful crystalline blue that Kidd had ever seen. "Your eyes are…"

"Disturbingly strange?" Killer offered.

"Beautiful." The word slipped out of the redhead's mouth before he could catch it. The comment made the tanned teen's face heat up with a wonderful pink blush. In Kidd's opinion, it looked wonderful there. He tried to keep his mind from wandering to places that it shouldn't be going right then, as it would cause…issues.

"…Really?" the blonde asked, finally looking at Kidd.

"Yeah. I've never seen anything so amazing," he replied, smiling softly.

"T-thanks."

"Is that why you always keep your eyes covered?"

"Yeah. People stare," Killer replied, then rolled out of bed. He walked down the hall, and Kidd noticed that he was a bit wobbly. That made the redhead chuckle, but he didn't follow. Instead, he lay back down and decided on either to fall back asleep, or make breakfast. The growl of his stomach decided for him.

Climbing out of bed, he walked down the hall, and felt his mind wander when he heard the shower running. Quickly, the redhead practically ran down the stairs into the kitchen. He needed to busy his hands. Omelets, he decided. With cheese, bacon, and sausage. Yes, that sounded good.

He pulled the eggs and cheese out of the fridge, while getting the bacon and sausage from the freezer. He quickly whipped up the eggs, defrosted the meats, and began cooking breakfast.

Killer finished with his shower, then dried off. He pulled on his jeans, and then padded down the stairs, following his nose to the kitchen. He smiled when he saw Kidd was cooking. The idea of the redhead being a cute little housewife made the blonde chuckle to himself.

"I hope you're hungry," Kidd said when he heard the deep chuckle that belonged to his friend.

"Starved." He smiled, sauntering into the kitchen. The redhead handed him a plate with a fork and a steaming omelet in the middle of it. "Thanks." Killer leaned against the counter, eating the delicious food happily. Kidd turned away to eat his omelet without staring at Killer, and the duo ate in silence.

After breakfast was finished and the dishes were in the sink, both of the teens dressed for the day.

"I can't believe you wanna meet my parents," Killer said as he pulled on his leather jacket. He shoved his hands in his pockets to find the Harley keys.

"Why not? You just met mine," Kidd said, tugging on his boots and covering the tops with his dark jeans. He pulled on his black hoodie and smiled.

"Point taken," the blonde said, walking towards the door. "C'mon."

"Coming!" Kidd smiled, as they walked out the door. Kidd made sure that he had his house key in his pocket before locking and closing the door. They both put on the helmets as they walked down the driveway in the mid-morning light.

Both teens climbed onto the bike, which Killer started, then began driving to the East Blue. The blonde smiled as Kidd almost immediately pressed himself into his friend. As they maneuvered through the morning traffic, Killer began wondering if Kidd would think he was crazy. What if Kidd never wanted to see him again? The thought made Killer drive a little faster as the tension burbled in his stomach. That caused the redhead to wrap his arms a little tighter around his friend's waist.

By the time that they had arrived at the park, the sun was high in the sky. Killer pulled into a parking space, and shut the machine off. He slid off of the bike with Kidd following suit. The blonde pulled the keys out of the ignition, took off his helmet, and fixed his hair in one of the mirrors.

Kidd thought that this was odd, but he didn't say anything. After all, Killer probably put his parents on a higher standard that everyone else, so he couldn't afford to disappoint them.

"Ready?" He asked, after Kidd had pulled his helmet off and shook his head so that his hair looked like it normally did.

"Yeah," the redhead grinned.

"Follow me," Killer said, and began walking through the park. Kidd followed, keeping in step with the tanned teen. He noticed that they went from the public park to a thick forest. He didn't say anything, but tripped over a few roots along the way. Killer chuckled softly but caught the taller male each time. "Watch your step here," he said as the blonde stepped over a rather large root. Kidd jumped over the tree, and raised a non-existent eyebrow as Killer stepped into a rather large clearing.

Everything was still dewy, so the grave stones shimmered slightly in the sun.

"Ki-"

"You said you wanted to meet my parents, right?" The blonde asked, taking the redhead's wrist. He dragged him through the rows of tombstones, eyes staring at the ground. He led Kidd to the Weeping Willow tree which his parents and Evangeline rested under.

They stopped in front of the angel statue, where Killer hung his head slightly. He sat down, and gently tugged the larger teen down to join him.

"Mom, Dad, Evangeline," the blonde said softly. "This is Kidd. The one that I've told you about."

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Kidd let the information sink in. He stared at the pedestal with the names of Killer's parents carved in them. Then, he looked up at the angel playing the lyre in the shade of the willow tree. Softly, he placed his hand on Killer's, which was fisting the grass in tension. He rubbed soothing circles in the back of the tanned hand, and then wrapped a strong arm around the other teen and pulled him close.

"Hello," he whispered softly. "I'm Eustass Kidd. It's nice to meet you all."

Killer felt himself stop breathing for a few moments. Was Kidd…actually talking to his parents and their guardian angel? Was this for real? Then, Kidd began to really start talking.

"Mr. Killer, I was hoping to ask you for something when I met you." He leaned his head on top of Killer's, and gently ran his fingers up and down the smaller teen's arm. "I was hoping to ask for your permission to ask your son on a date, but I guess I won't get a solid answer, huh?"

Killer pulled away to stare in disbelief.

"K-Kidd?"

"I think it'd be okay with them, right?" He asked, giving that disarming, cocky grin that Killer loved so much. "As long as it's okay with you, too."

The blonde couldn't help it. He launched himself at Kidd, pressing his lips to the purple painted ones, lacing his fingers through the red locks. The pale teen gently kissed back, holding his friend close to him. They pulled away from each other, Killer's lips lightly purple from the lipstick.

"It's more than okay with me," the blonde smiled, a slight blush on his face.

"Well, good. That means I found the Wishing Star," Kidd chuckled, pulling Killer back into another kiss.

The end! I hope you all enjoyed it! Nothing too spectacular, but I had fun writing it and ignoring all of my teachers and my idiotic peers for the day. ^_^ Pretty pretty please, with some KiddxKiller on top, will you all review and tell me what you guys think? That's be fantastical of all of you, and I'd love you all very much for it! Thanks for reading!