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Chico

a long Vaas and little pirate story

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Unlike most souls who resided on Rook Island, Y/N was not born there, she did not choose to go there, and she had not been captured by pirates.

No, she was just on a boat passing by the island, which had sunk due to an explosion in the poorly constructed engines, and she had managed to survive by clinging to debris and swimming to the beach.

No one had seen her. No one knew she was here. Without money, without a phone, without an identity card, but with enough intelligence to understand where she had landed, Y/N had accepted that she had to be discreet and wait for the right moment to leave the island.

For the first few months, she hid in caves and the jungle. It was not easy, because there were many poisonous plants, wild animals, in addition to the pirates and natives.

The natives weren't mean, but a bit stupid. Talkers. They could speak about the foreign girl who wandered near the villages, and Y/N would have became a prey for the pirates.

Then, after nearly dying of starvation, thirst, freezing, or being eaten by a tiger, Y/N wondered if the best hiding place wasn't staying right in the lair of Rook's most dangerous creature.

Vaas camp.

Y/N had seen the leader of the pirates several times, from afar. He was quite scary, especially when he stopped in the middle of the forest to sniff the air and stare at the bushes, as if he could sense she was there.

There were also the stories she had heard about him. It looks like he was as mad as he was violent, uncontrollable, unpredictable. Always on drugs. Thinking only of money and control.

It was for these latter reasons that Y/N thought she had a chance hiding among the pirates.

Maybe she was small, and didn't really know how to fight, but she was good. Smart. Polite and disciplined. If she did the tasks the leader demanded, and didn't piss off the other pirates, then she would find herself a safe lair.

With some regret, she cut her hair, hiding her face as much as possible with two bandanas and sunglasses. Red bandanas, like the t-shirt she had taken from a corpse, covered by a bulletproof vest. With the headband that flattened her breasts, the oversized pants, the gun at her waist, and boots, she looked like a little man.

A little pirate.

As if everything was normal, she joined a group of pirates patrolling the north of the island. They didn't comment, asking her if she wanted some rum, and snickering that the new one was tiny.

They laughed less when a wild dog tried to attack them and Y/N killed it. Living in the jungle for months was learning to survive.

When they offered her rum again, it was with gratitude and respect.

Y/N first stayed in an outpost. It was simple, it was easy. She wandered far into the jungle to urinate or wash herself. She slept little, and in inaccessible places. Conversations were minimal, only when necessary.

No one seemed to suspect anything or care about her.

Nico and Benny were funny. Almost sympathetic, if she forgot that they tortured and killed the people the group caught.

Carlos was a bit scary. He didn't stay at the outpost, he only came by from time to time, to check that everything was fine.

The first time he had seen Y/N, he had made a funny face.

'Who's the little guy ?' he asked.

"New recruit. He's good with a knife."

"... I didn't know we had a new recruit."

But he had left without adding anything, and everything had gone well.

Until it's time to switch teams. It was hard and boring to guard the outposts and those who did a good job were rewarded by being able to return to camp for a while.

Vaas camp.

Contrary to what Y/N had hoped, not only was the pirate leader there when she arrived, he noticed her right away.

"So, you're the new little recruit with a knife ? It's true that you are small, hermano. A real baby. Easy to eat. You know I could easily eat you, huh chico ?"

"Yes, boss." decided to answer Y/N, staying calm and looking at him in the eye.

This seemed to surprise him, before he burst out laughing. He pulled out his gun, pointing it at her.

"Do you think you're funny, chico ? Do you think I'm kidding ?"

"No, boss."

"... No ? You're just a calm and polite little chico then ? Hmm. We'll see about that."

It was seen very quickly. Like at camp, Y/N found a quiet place to sleep, and she avoided everyone when she had to undress. For the rest, she obeyed orders, she was silent, polite, calm, discreet.

Which did not escape Vaas, who seemed to have eyes everywhere, and who seemed to appreciate this unusual behavior.

His fascination didn't lessen after she saved him from a large stone. Chico, as he decided to call her, had become his hero, his little favourite.

"There was the rock, there were the caves. Mi chico is like a lucky charm, hermano. I can't stay away from him, or I'll be screwed. And he's so cute. Isn't he cute, Carlos ?”

"Yes, Jeff."

"You sound like him. So fucking polite. I love it when he calls me boss. Huh, chico ?"

"Yes, boss."

"That's right, my little chico ! My lucky charm."

Everyone knew that Vaas loved chico. The pirates kinda laughed at her because of that, kindly. They could have been cruel, or jealous, but Y/N didn't really get any special treatment, and the boss was calmer since the arrival of the little guy, whom they really liked.

That didn't stop the jokes.

Some spoke of the fact that Vaas was in love. Y/N didn't believe it. It was just stupid remarks about the fact that two men couldn't be close in being gay. Vaas visited the whores of Bad Town. He wasn't looking at any man.

No, he was simply fascinated by his chico, nothing more.

Another joke, very amusing, was invented by Juan.

To tell Y/N that the boss was asking for old and very expensive bottles, abandoned in a cave that is difficult to access by sea, and that he wanted his chico to go get them.

It was not true.

Vaas hadn't asked for anything, and there were no bottles.

On the other hand, the cave was indeed difficult to access, and once inside, Y/N was unable to come out from where she had entered. She wandered the dark tunnels for hours, days.

There was no water. Her flashlight eventually died. And despite the fear of ending up like this, Y/N was still thinking of the bottles, and of Vaas who was waiting. So while looking for an exit, she looked for the imaginary bottles.

She only found an exit, after almost a week, having to climb against a wall, slipping several times, falling, breaking her fingers and a few ribs, but Y/N managed to get out.

First reflex, drink. Second reflex, find bottles. Any kind of bottle, before returning to camp.

It was almost as hard as getting in and out of the cave. The camp was far away. She was exhausted.

When she arrived, she didn't even notice the silence. The bodies near the door, including Juan's. Bullet and burn marks on the walls. Y/N didn't understand at all the looks and whispers of the other pirates when they saw her coming.

Vaas also looked at her weirdly, as she placed two bottles in front of him.

"Sorry, boss, I couldn't find your bottles." she muttered before trying to go to her little hiding place, to sleep. She fell after taking ten steps.

"Chico !" shouted a voice. "Chico, wake up ! Carlos, give me some water and call the doctor ! Chico, no, stay with me. My chico. Mi cielo."

Y/N was really too tired to move, or even open her eyes. She felt hands on her face, a mouth on hers, liquid in her throat, then nothing.

When she woke up, she didn't recognize the room she was in. Pink. It had been months since she'd seen that color, it wasn't a color that lasted long on Rook.

Children's toys. And Doctor Hernarch.

The good doctor, who made the good pills, according to Benny.

He sighed when Y/N tried to move, then when she realized that she no longer wore her bandana on her face, nor her bandage around her chest.

"Are you all right, young lady. Young man ? Vaas brought me a young pirate boy, and he still thinks I'm treating a young pirate boy. I haven't told him, and I won't tell him."

"... Thanks."

"Don't thank me. It's my job. You might have preferred not to wake up. He seems to like you very much. You hold his heart and his madness in your hands. He threatened me a lot, saying he'll kill me if you don't wake up. Maybe he'd like to know your secret, maybe not. Maybe it would be worse, for everyone. I won't say anything, rest."

Y/N lay down as long as possible, so no more than a few minutes, before jumping out of bed to get her things, and cover herself.

Then, holding her stomach, she went downstairs.

Like a lion in a cage, Vaas walked around the living room in a circle, biting his fingers until they bled. He often did this when he was nervous, or when he had taken too many drugs. It could be both. He looked really worried.

"Boss, your fingers." Y/N said, staying near the stairs.

"Chico ? Chico !"

He ran over to hug her, kissing her neck, cheek and forehead over and over, muttering insults and tender words.

"Mi chico... Don't ever do that again. Ever ! Fucking Juan, motherfucker. He thought he was funny, and now he's used as fertilizer in my garden. Asshole ! I could have lost you because of him ! You shouldn't have listened to him, chico. I'm the one giving the orders, directly. You don't leave the camp without me anymore. I should put a leash on you."

"Yes, boss."

"Ah, my chico. Always so polite, always so calm. You worried about my fingers ? It's okay, the doc is going to give me some meds, and you could kiss them better. We're going home !"

In the car, Carlos was silent, glancing at Y/N in the rear view mirror. At Vaas too, who refused to leave her, hugging her tightly. The big pirate had been worried too, for her, and for everyone, because during his absence, the boss had started to lose his head completely.

It was a miracle and a relief that she came back.

Purring, Vaas started rubbing against her again, smiling, repeating how happy he was that his chico had returned.

Y/N then thought that the doctor was not wrong. She held Vaas' madness in her hands, and perhaps his heart, and she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not.

"I missed you, chico. I feel dead inside without you."

"Me too, boss."

"Mi chico." he whispered, laying his head on her shoulder, relaxed at last.

She had answered to be polite, as always. But also because she meant it, and that too, she didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

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