You yawned tiredly as you neared your home. You had finished your mission late last night and, after receiving your reward, stayed at a hotel before making your way home this morning. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it paid well and you had developed the skills years ago. What was your job? You were a hitman, an assassin hired by your boss, Doflamingo, to kill anyone he deemed a threat to his business.
After certain kills, the guilt that haunted you for the next week would prevent any good sleep which is why you were so tired. At this point, you just wanted to go home, clean rest of your weapons and block the world out for the rest of the day. However, as you pulled into your driveway, you were surprised by what looked like Kid sleeping on your porch. That can't be him. You thought. He's over with Luffy.
Parking your car and getting out, you noticed the scars that marked the left side of the dog's body, confirming it was in fact Kid. “Kid? What are yo