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SINGING SAND - ICARUS

YEEHAW, IT'S PELL'S BIRTHDAY!

Hope you appreciate this one-shot about Pell. (Pell X Oc) (English is not my first language, so dont expect too much 😔)

Warninngs: A bit of angst, and lots of comfort?

Tag list: @celesticvoid

(Don't hesitate to ask if you'd like to be tagged for any of my Pell-related posts.)

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Playlist: Sweetest Rain - Abilene

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Vivi liked to ask Khu about her travels when she returned to the Palace. The young woman had got into the habit of sharing her adventures with the little princess every time she returned from a mission. Seeing her expressions of wonder often brought a smile to her face.

And when she ran out of stories, it was Vivi's turn to tell her what had happened at the palace while she was away. What she had learnt and done, from her mischiefs to her adventures with Khoza and the other children. Khu always listened attentively, with a smile on her face and her chin resting in the palm of her hand, watching the grand gestures that accompanied Vivi's stories.

The princess would also ask her questions sometimes, curious to learn more about the adult who had looked after her for so long.

‘What's your favorite color?’

Khu gave an amused chuckle at the childish question. She had never really thought about it, but after a few seconds' reflexion, she answered :

‘Purple.’

That day, they chatted for a long time in the Palace's garden, accompanied by Pell and Chaka, who had joined them later in the evening. Under the watchful gazes of Igaram and the King.

Khu didn't think about it at the time, but later, with a little hindsight, she remembered why it was the first answer that came to her mind, even though she'd never been asked.

When she'd thought of something she loved, she'd thought of Pell.

Purple. Because that was the color that adorned his eyes.

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8 years later, Sandora Desert.

Since leaving the port of Tamarisk, Khu had been traveling at a good pace across the Sandora desert. Senbi, her mount, seemed delighted to be reunited with his owner, and was particularly docile.

The woman had left the island two years prior, and was delighted to be returning home at last. Her excursions outside the kingdom were usual, but this was the first time she had been away for more than a year.

Thinking ahead, she had left Senbi with an acquaintance, in a hamlet just a mile away from Tamarisk. She still remembered the animal's incessant screaming when he saw her off. The camel had a similar reaction to seeing her again, although at first he was rather resentful. He hadn't liked being abandoned like that at all. Even if he hadn't been left alone.

Khu took the time to appreciate the warmth of the sun's rays on her skin and the soft wind rushing through the folds of her clothes. She grew up in these arid lands, and only here did she feel truly at home. The distant rolling of the sand inevitably soothed her spirit.

She smiled as she caught sight of Alubarna behind the dunes. But no sooner had she laid eyes on the distant silhouette of the city, than a bright glow lit up the sky like a second sun.

The blast was colossal, and despite the miles that separated her from the city, she felt the vibration of the explosion and the ensuing gust sweep across the desert, raising a cloud of dust that blinded her for a moment. Senbi stood still and stumbled on the spot, frightened by the magnitude of the explosion.

A shiver of fear ran down her spine. What was going on in the capital?

Khu tightened her grip on the reins and struggled to stay in the saddle, calming the animal as best as she could. She squinted, returning her flavescent gaze to the sky, where the energy of the explosion was slowly dissipating. She could have sworn that something was in freefall, there in one of the rays of light.

Khu did not take her eyes off what she was sure she recognised, hurrying her mount in the direction of the likely impact zone. There was only one master of the winds, only one ruler of the skies in these lands.

This bird, which she had seen a moment before the explosion, could only be him.

Khu was convinced of it. It was Pell who was falling, like a meteor passing through the sky.

Just as the sun burned Icarus' wings, the blast had burnt Pell's. But it was neither an excess of hubris nor a beginner's mistake that had led to Pell's downfall. On the contrary, it was his unwavering devotion that made him shine high in the sky and then burn out.

•••

Pell's inert body crashed into the sand, raising a cloud of dust from the force of the impact. Khu slid off the back of her mount to run to the sand crater into which Pell had sunk. Blinded by the dust, Khu knelt down and began searching frantically around her until she brushed against Pell's robe. The steel claws on her fingers dug into the fabric, giving her a firm grip to free him from the sand. She slipped her hands under his arms to pull him up towards her. As she dragged his body and hers across the sand, she could feel her hands becoming soaked with blood. Khu gritted her teeth, and didn't release her grip until they were both in the shadow of nearby ruins. There, she took the time to assess the extent of the damages.

Pell had lost his form in the fall and had taken on his human form. His body was studded with bruises and burns. Khu leaned over so that her head was level with his heart, paying attention to his pulse, which was very weak, but there. A wave of relief passed through her as she confirmed that he was breathing, albeit with difficulty.

She straightened up, scanning the desert in search of a solution. She couldn't leave Pell here, not in his condition. The creatures that lived in the desert were dangerous, especially after dark. She had to move Pell to safety, even if it was a bad idea in view of his injuries. She had no other choice.

She whistled to Senbi, who seemed to have disappeared, probably frightened by the explosion and the royal guard's impressive fall. Appearing behind a dune, he trotted over to Khu and stopped beside her, looking worriedly at his mistress and at Pell's body, pressed against her.

‘It's all right, Senbi.’ she breathed, turning her attention back to Alubarna. She could hear the distant echo of conflict. The sound of screams and clattering swords seemed to be carried by the wind. Whatever was happening in the capital, it had to be something serious. It was not wise to head there with a wounded man.

‘Senbi,’ she called, glancing at him. ‘I'm gonna need your help.’

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Surprisingly, in his unconscious state, Pell dreamt.

Well, he wasn't sure it was a dream. Wasn't it more like his memories flashing before his eyes, like a movie coming to an end?

He lay in her arms, his back pressed against her as she leaned forward and gently touched his cheek. A pleasant breeze caressed his skin, along with gentle touches of sunlight warming his body. Strands of her hair, ochre and charcoal, lightly brushed the top of his forehead. He could feel her chest rising gently with each breath. All was quiet in the garden.

‘Pell.’

There was an almost helpless intonation in the way she pronounced his name. An emotion he couldn't quite understand in this situation. Her distress was palpable, and he remained unable to understand its origin.

A sharp heat seemed to spread from the hollow of his chest to the rest of his body. He felt hot. The hand that caressed his cheek was sticky and clung to him as if afraid he would disappear. The metal ornaments on her fingers looked as if they had been carved from red jasper. The bandages on her wrists were soaked with blood, and he knew it wasn't Khu's.

Oh.

‘I'm sorry, Khu.’

He remembered now. The countdown, the bomb...

On the verge of oblivion, he had almost felt her presence by his side. Was she really there, nearby?

Pell felt his strength leave him and his consciousness dwindle again. He didn't have much time left. But he didn't want to leave the reassuring warmth that surrounded him. He wanted to bathe in the glow of her presence for a little while longer.

‘Pell!’

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Pell was lying on a makeshift stretcher pulled by Senbi. Khu was walking alongside the camel, regularly checking that Pell's condition was stable. The three of them had been traveling at a slow pace through the desert for almost an hour, and Khu and her companion were beginning to feel rather tired. They had already traveled for several days and needed a rest. Khu soon realized that Pell had landed near a hamlet she knew well, a little further north, near the mountains. They immediately set off in the direction of the familiar place. Khu hoped to find shelter there, and help, to treat her companion.

Without care or a doctor, Pell wouldn't survive long.

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When they entered the garden, Khu could only notice that the place had suffered from the drought. Not as much as the rest of the country, but this remote hamlet, tucked away between the rocks, was less luxuriant than she remembered. However, because of its shaded nature, embedded in the mountain, it was cooler than the ruins.

In this enclave, apart from an ancient sanctuary, there were only two partially troglodyte dwellings, carved out of stone and sandstone. Khu hurried towards the first and knocked on the door. There was no answer; the old man who lived there was not home. She beckoned Senbi to follow her to the second house, which Khu knew to be empty; the cane that usually hung next to the door was not there; its owner had obviously gone out.

As she had expected, the door was open. She untied the stretcher from Senbi's saddle and dragged it inside, placing Pell in the first room she could reach.

She was familiar with the place and got all the equipment she needed to administer first aid to the lieutenant in record time. Khu would not let him die on her watch. He was going to live.

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The first time Pell opened his eyes, Khu was sitting above him, wrapping his torso in thick bandages. In the darkness, he could barely make out her silhouette. He felt sluggish, overwhelmed by a diffuse pain that was so oppressive that he was unable to stand up straight on his own. The front of his body rested against her, who carefully held him in place. His head, which felt so heavy, was resting in the hollow of his comrade's shoulder.

He had fallen back asleep in her arms before he knew what was happening.

The second time, it was night, and Khu was asleep at his bedside, her head buried in her arms, crossed on the edge of the bed. One of his hands rested next to hers.

Motionless, Pell watched her out of the corner of his eye. In the moonlight filtering through the curtains dancing at her back, she looked quite peaceful. Her ochre hair, the tips of which seemed to have been tinted with black ink, seemed a little longer than he remembered. But it was obvious that Khu had kept her hair short, even the strands that framed her face did not touch her shoulders.

His fingers twitched briefly with the exertion as he tried to move his hand; he managed to idly touch the back of hers, but didn't dare grasp it. Again, he fell back asleep shortly afterwards, reassured by the warm touch of her hand against his.

Khu accompanied his dreams that night. She was chatting excitedly at his side as they both walked towards the Palace. The next moment, she was sword training with him, under the admirative gaze of the young Vivi. When they finished their training, they sat on the ramparts and talked, gazing at the twilight on the horizon.

The third time, when Pell opened his eyes, a sharp pain pulsed from his shoulder to the rest of his body. His skin felt unnaturally hot and a high-pitched ringing sound pierced his eardrums.

Khu was still there, sitting beside the bed. Needle in hand, she was carefully patching his black and white tunic, which had been badly damaged. He realized that his torso was bare, covered only by thick bandages.

His vision was blurred, and he could only see from one eye. He could feel the gauze bandage draped around his head and the left side of his face.

Despite his condition, he could recognise her from a mile away.

He just couldn't work out what she was doing there.

‘ Is this a dream...?’

Khu looked up from his work at the sound of his hoarse, almost extinct voice, made hoarse by sleep and thirst.

The idea of teasing him had crossed her mind. She could already see herself asking him if he was used to dreaming of her. In other circumstances, she wouldn't have hesitated to embarrass him, innocently mentioning the fact that she had woken up with her hand tightly clutched in his.

But in his current state, Khu preferred not to accentuate his confusion.

‘’Good morning Pell, how are you feeling?’

Honestly, Pell had probably never felt worse in her life. Khu must have guessed.

He hissed hoarsely as he tried to sit up. Khu rose from her seat and left Pell's tunic on the back of the chair. With a hand gently resting against his sternum, she urged him to lie still. Grimacing in pain, Pell didn't insist. He was finding it hard to breathe, and the effort alone had already left him breathless.

There was a brief silence as Pell closed his eyes, hoping that his vision would return to normal and his breathing would calm down.

‘What are you doing here? Where are we?’ he managed to huff out, his eyes still closed.

Khu watched him thoughtfully, reassured to see him conscious.

‘I returned to Alabasta three days ago. I was on my way to the Palace when I found you after the explosion.’

After glancing around the rest of the sparsely furnished room, she added: ‘We're at my sword master's house, Aqen, in the north-east of Alubarna. This is my room.’

Pell took a moment to assimilate the information. Khu had not warned them of her return. But that was usual. She usually didn't inform them until a few days before her arrival, and sometimes not at all.

‘What happened?’ she finally asked. The question had been burning in her mind ever since she witnessed the explosion.

Pell took a deep breath and began to explain the latest events.

He told her how the situation in the country had worsened over the last few years. The rebel movement, which had continued to spread, the drought that had lasted for three years, the presence of one of the Seven Warlord Crocodile, and his involvement in this affair. The Baroque Works organization, Vivi's actions, Igaram's death and the events leading up to the explosion. He also mentioned a strange crew and its peculiar captain. Khu smiled at the mention of the friendship that seemed to bind Vivi to these pirates.

But as she listened to what had happened in the capital before the explosion; the fight between the soldiers, the rebels and Baroque Works, her expression grew somber.

‘I should have been there, Pell. I'm sorry.’

Pell slightly opened his one good eye, he still couldn't make out her face clearly, but he could guess her overwhelmed expression without difficulty. ‘You're here now, Khu, that's what really matters.’

She reached out to clasp his hand tightly, then whispered; ‘Thank you.’

•••

‘Have you heard anything from the capital?’

Mortar in hand, Khu shook her head as she continued to grind a selection of bluish-hued lotus flowers.

Focused on her work, she replied, ‘Aqen has gone to the neighboring village to gather information.’ Pell nodded in response.

‘I have no way of informing Chaka of our situation,’ she added, her brow slightly furrowed in annoyance.

At the mention of the commander's name, Pell's expression soured.

‘Semat's not with you?’ He asked, noticing for the first time that he had indeed not seen the bird at his comrade's side.

‘I had already sent Semat to the Palace to warn you of my arrival, before I reached the city. It's been a long journey and I doubt she'll be back for me any time soon. With everything that's happened, I'm not even sure she's reached the Palace at all.’

There was a short silence, during which Khu studied Pell's face. Uncertainty could be discerned in the way he looked away. He could never hide anything from her when she looked into his eyes.

‘Has something happened to Chaka?’ She was sure his reaction had something to do with their older friend.

Used to Khu being able to read his mind like an open book, he resigned himself to answering her, his gaze still fixed on the sheets. ‘When I was flying over the city, looking for the bomb, I didn't see him anywhere.’

Khu knew that nothing escaped Pell's sharp gaze; if he hadn't seen Chaka alongside the soldiers, it was because he wasn't there. The three of them had practically grown up together, and although Khu had spent the least time with them, they cared a great deal for each other. The death of one of them could only be devastating news.

‘He's probably still alive, Pell. If he got hurt, he probably got taken to safety.’

‘I hope you're right.’

Khu gave him an encouraging smile.

‘We'll head back to the city when you're recovered, and then we'll go and find him.’

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During the next two days, Pell received regular treatment from the old Yosef, a competent doctor and long-standing friend of Aqen. He took care of the diagnostics and medication, as well as an operation to remove the bullet and several pieces of shrapnel from the bomb lodged in Pell's abdomen. Khu, for her part, was changing his bandages and bringing him what he needed. She was also helping the old man to prepare some ointments.

That evening, Khu had fallen asleep in front of the half-open bedroom window, sitting in the alcove made of stone.

It was only the second time since they had been here that Pell had seen her sleeping. Embraced by the pale moonlight, she seemed even more peaceful than usual. Now that his sight was fully restored, he could see how exhausted she was too. She looked as if she hadn't slept for several days.

He didn't take his eyes off her until Yosef entered the room. He too noticed the young woman's slumbering figure and remained particularly silent.

‘I told her to get some rest, but she's refused to leave your side since the two of you arrived.’ He said in a low voice, as usual making small talk with his patient as he glanced at the state of the latter's wounds.

‘She's as willful as her mother, and as devoted as her father.’ Pell listened to the doctor mumbling in silence, curious in spite of himself to learn more about his partner. He had known her mother from afar; she had been an important and renowned combatant before her death. He had always noticed the striking resemblance between Khu and her mother. They looked exactly alike. Khu had never really spoken to him about her. Perhaps because she had nothing to say about her. But she had mentioned her father a few times, saying that she visited him regularly. Pell knew that he was a military doctor who had also served in the Royal Army. But he had retired shortly after the death of his wife. Pell had never seen him, and didn't know much more about him, apart from the fact that Khu seemed to have a good relationship with him.

‘Time flies..." breathed Yosef, as he finished his examination.

Mentioning Khu's parents seemed to make the old man nostalgic.

‘What are you mumbling about, Pepi?’ Khu's voice had surprised the two men, who turned their attention to her. Pepi's comments had apparently woken the woman up.

' Doctor's confidentiality, kid. And give me a break with that nickname, Mau!" Khu flashed a tired smile; she seemed amused by the elder's reaction, although she winced when she herself was addressed by her nickname. Pell watched their interaction curiously, entertained, but feeling as though he was intruding on a special and private moment in Khu's life.

‘So, any progress?’ Khu quickly shifted the conversation back to Pell's medical condition.

‘That's all you care about, isn't it?’ Yosef's snide remark was barely audible, but after a sigh he turned to Pell and delivered his verdict. "It's a miracle you're doing so well. Your wounds are healing properly. You must have noticed the improvement in your eyesight and breathing, I suppose." Pell nodded. "But you're going to need several more weeks of rest, understand? No more fighting in your condition, is that clear?" Pell nodded again, while Khu seemed to be carefully gauging his reaction.

The old man, visibly satisfied, headed for the door. "I'll leave you youngsters alone for now. Good night."

When he had left, and the room fell silent again, Khu got up and went to sit on the edge of the bed. She turned her gaze back to Pell, who returned her questioning glare. ‘So, when do you want to go back?’ Pell winced. She'd guessed. ‘Tomorrow.’

‘Pepi will end you himself if you try to run off that early.’ Pell had a feeling that Khu would try to negotiate.

She soon noticed his expression. "I'm not going to stop you if you want to go back to the Palace. But let's stay another day, just to make sure everything's all right."

There was a short silence, during which Khu finally gave him an intense look, waiting for him to agree. He finally gave in. ‘Agreed.’

She smiled at him and finally lay down beside him, staring at the ceiling.

Pell remained embarrassed by her touch for a few moments, then finally relaxed, enjoying her presence.

'What were you two talking about earlier?"

‘Doctor-patient confidentiality, Mau.’ The smirk he gave her drew a slight laugh. He was obviously well enough to tease her.

‘ About my parents, right?’ Faced with Khu's pensive intonation, Pell abandoned all pleasantries, and nodded.

"Pepi is a good friend of Aqen's, but he was also very close to my father. I think he always saw him as his son." Khu closed his eyes. ‘He can't help but feel nostalgic when he sees me.’ Pell's gaze was on her. Peering at the softness of her features, lulled by the tranquility of the moment. Her steady breathing was soothing. He would surely have closed his eyes and fallen asleep, if he didn't want so fervently to engrave her image in his mind.

And when his fuliginous gaze met hers, he thought he would lose himself in the golden light of her eyes.

‘I'm glad you're alive, Pell.’

The sincerity of her words could be read on every inch of her face, bathed in Selene's light. From her radiant face, to her sparkling eyes, to her lips curved into a gentle smile. Her genuine honesty, shining like the sun in the middle of the desert, almost blinded him again.

‘Me too.’ he admitted, giving her a beckoning smile of his own.

In the peacefulness of the evening, they fell asleep snuggled up together, lulled by the singing of the dunes in the distance.

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‘Vivi!’ Chaka's voice echoed through the corridors of the Palace. ‘A letter from Khu has arrived!’

‘Khu?!’ The princess exclaimed in surprise.

‘Semat was lost in the chaos of the battle, but I found her this morning.’ As if to confirm his words, the aforementioned crossed the corridor and flew to rest elegantly on the shoulder of the commander and chirp to his attention. ‘Khu is on her way to the Palace.’ He said, gently petting the bird's head, clearly pleased with the attention.

Surprise and joy followed one another in the princess's heart. Followed by a much more conflicting emotion.

A certain sorrow stained the depths of her eyes.

‘How am I going to tell her about Pell...?’

On spotting Vivi, Semat glided over to her and, perched on the young woman's shoulder, rubbed her head affectionately through her hair, as if to comfort her.

Chaka gave Vivi a sympathetic look.

‘I'll be here, if you can't find the words.’

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The wind blew across the plains as they both stood before the expanse of memorials and steles. The losses had been heavy, and both had wanted to pay their respects before returning to the palace.

Pell's gaze never wavered from the inscription on the cenotaph in front of him.

‘My...grave?’

Pell realized that in the eyes of everyone else, he had died in the explosion. And to them, all that remained of Alabasta's guardian was this stele and their memories of him. He was just another victim of the devastating conflict that had taken place a few days earlier. Only a hero in their memories.

Khu was the only one who knew he was alive.

She said nothing, and gave him time to digest this information. She did, however, move to stand beside him.

"Thank you for everything you've done, Pell. You're the bravest man I've ever known." She said solemnly, after bowing briefly before the tombstone.

‘I'm still here, Khu.’ he remarked, puzzled.

She straightened up and smiled at him, in a way that was both sincere and tinged with a hint of cleverness.

"I know. It's not every day I get to pay you my respects."

Pell knew that Khu was not naturally mischievous. He could easily guess that her repeated facetiousness was only intended to distract him and brighten his thoughts. He was moved by this gesture, and blushed with embarrassment when he realized that she was sincere when she praised his bravery. The admiration in her eyes was genuine. It had never been otherwise.

‘I'll go on ahead, take your time.’

Giving him one last smile, she headed for the palace gardens, leaving Pell to his own thoughts.

Had she always looked at him like that?

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"Vivi! Khu's back!"

On hearing the news, Vivi ran to the large gate leading to the gardens, closely followed by Chaka. And there she was, in the alleyway, gazing absent-mindedly at the damaged buildings and the city on the other side of the walls. Reminiscing about her years spent in this place.

When she spotted Vivi, frozen in the doorway, she smiled warmly. Vivi threw herself into her arms and Khu embraced her heartily, also nodding to Chaka, who greeted her in return.

‘It's been a long time, Vivi, Chaka.’

Undoing her embrace, Khu took a moment to observe Vivi. Although Khu was still a head taller, Vivi had grown a lot in two years. She seemed to have learnt and experienced a lot. She could see a certain determination in her eyes.

"You've changed so much, Vivi. She said tenderly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "A lot must have happened while I was away. Would you like to tell me all about it?"

Vivi smiled and nodded. Khu, unlike her, had not changed at all. She was behaving as she always had.

But Vivi's smile soon faded as she looked away, lips tightly sealed.

Khu watched her, sensing her discomfort and sorrow. She encouraged her with a gentle squeeze on the shoulder to share with her what was tormenting her. ‘Is there something you need to tell me?’

At her lack of response, Khu glanced at Chaka, whose expression also seemed glum.

‘What happened, Vivi?’

With a constricted throat, the princess finally whispered: "It's Pell, he-" a muffled sob interrupted her. ‘He sacrificed himself to save us... Khu, I'm so sorry!’

When Vivi finally dared to meet Khu's gaze, which was searching for her own, a hand resting gently against her cheek, she froze in incomprehension. Khu was smiling tenderly at her, compassionate, but clearly unaffected by the news. No tears, no despair in her eyes, just a reassuring gentleness.

How could she smile upon learning of Pell's death? The man she cared so much about? Of all of them, it was probably Vivi who best understood the extent of Khu's affection and devotion towards him. Ever since she was a little girl, she had always noticed the way Khu watched Pell. The way her eyes shone with tenderness when she thought of him, and the way her expression softened when his name was mentioned. And she could see in Pell's eyes time and time again that the feeling was mutual.

Khu, Pell and Chaka had spent key moments of their lives together. During training, missions, and even during simple, innocuous moments of their lives, they had spent these moments side by side.

The idea that Khu would feel nothing at the mention of this news was absolutely inconceivable to the young woman.

"Vivi.’ The sound of her name snapped the young princess out of her torpor. Khu never took her eyes off hers. ‘Follow me.’

Khu took her by the hand and walked through the gardens towards the vast cemetery. Vivi followed, clasping her hand firmly in her own, uncertain, yet reassured by the presence of the woman who had looked after her since she was a child.

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There he was, standing among the rows of graves, on the very same spot where Chaka had paid his respects a few days ago. His tunic billowed in the wind, while his thoughtful gaze never left the flowery stele in front of him.

Stunned, Vivi could only stare at him, frozen, tears welling up in her eyes, while Chaka, beside her, had also stilled. None of them could believe their eyes. Khu gave them time to assimilate the information, and walked down the path to join him.

Before she could reach him, she heard Vivi's cry.

‘PELL!’ she shouted, dashing towards him. He barely had time to turn around before Vivi had her arms around him, hugging him as if to make sure he was real.

‘’Easy-‘’

Pell barely had time to grimace in pain, and return her embrace, before Chaka swung an arm over his shoulder and took him in his arms too.

‘You scared us, you idiot.’"

Khu smiled tenderly at the scene; Chaka barely holding back his tears, and Vivi sobbing against Pell's chest. Pell was torn between relief at seeing them safe and sound and the pain they were causing him by crushing him in their embrace. As Khu met Pell's gaze, seeming to ask her for help, she finally spoke up.

‘Be careful, his wounds aren't healed yet.’

They eventually released Pell, whom Khu came to support, letting him rest a hand on her shoulder. Knowing that it was undoubtedly painful and difficult for him to stay on his feet for too long.

Their reunion lasted well into the night, while the murmur of their discussions was swept away by the wind of renewal blowing across the Kingdom of Alabasta.

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If you wanna take a look at Khu's concept art : here

Hope you liked this one :)

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