Rosinante made sure the door to his apartment was locked before he went to his office comfortable dressed in sweats and a hoodie. setting down in his in front of his computer the blond quickly turned on his laptop.

clicking on a file named tax reforms' Rosinante felt his cock began to stir. Inside the file was a small collection of lewd videos all featuring the same actor who went by the name Dr. Heart Stealer. scrolling through the video he clicked on one labeled riding dildo on chair and settled in.

the scene started with Dr. heart Stealer, who was completely naked save for the black tattoos that marked skin beautifully , making small talk with the camera crew off scream as he lubed up the massive red dildo that was attached to the chair he was setting in . Taking a rag from the back on the chair Dr. Heart Stealer wiped his hands and put it back then braced his hands on either side of the chair and lifted himself up. Rosinate watched intently as the tanned pornstar slowly sat down onto the large dildo , moaning as he did so.

beginning to palm that bulge in his sweats Rosinante stared completely transfixed as the pornstar threw his head back with a wide smile on his face as he rode the dildo . Palming soon was satisfying enough and Rosinante had to pull his cock free form his sweats so that he could stroke it . He started out with a slow sensual pace, but then Stealer leaned forward and braced his hand against the front of his chair . Now riding the red dildo at a much faster pace Stealer began to spew lewd comments of how much he loved being impaled be the oversized toy . Rosinante moaned as he leaned back and continued to stroked his cock as he listened to all the things Stealer was saying and to the sound of skin lightly thumping against the chair.

Rosinante swallowed thickly as Dr. Heart Stealer balanced himself on one hand and stroked his leaking cock.

" Are you close ?", someone asked off scream.

"Fuck," Law panted an nodded,"Yes, I'm so fucking close.

Rosinante didn't last any longer after he heard Dr. Heart Stealer. Stiffing his legs and cursing he came into his took a few minuets to calm down for his orgasm Rosinante grabbed a few tissues for a box on his desk and cleaned the cum off himself up as on his computer screen showed Dr. Heart Stealer cum leaked on the chair.

Closing the video before he grew hard from the satisfied smile of Dr. Heart Stealer after his own organism Rosinante got up from h chair and went to wash his hands. Since it was almost noon he thought that it was about time to go check him mail and get something to eat. Still looking presentable to the public even in a pair of sweats and a his blue hoodie all he did was slip on a pair of sneakers and head down to the lobby of his apartment building.

Arriving back to his apartment with a full stomach and his mail Rosinante saw someone trying to open the door next to his with an arm full of boxes. Looks like he had a new neighbor .

" Here let me help ." , he offered and took the boxes for the person.

" Thanks .", The man smiled and unlocked the door to his apparent .

Rosinante mouth went dry and he was sure that the whole face had turned the same red as the dildo in that video . His new neighbor was his favorite pornstar . All the fantasies that Rosinante had imagined about the man came to mind and made the situation much more embarrassing for himself.

" Are you ok?", Dr. Heart Stealer asked noticing how rigged Rosinante had become .

" Y-yea….tots," Rosinante tried to play it off like nothing but failed," Here's your boxes."

" Thanks….I'm Law by the way."

" Cora, " he shoved his hands into his pocket and started to walk backward, stumbling as he did,"I'll, uh, I'll see around."

Practically running back into his apartment Rosinante grabbed his cellphone and hit one on his speed dial.

" Ello'." A groggy voice answered.

"Doffy, I have a problem ."

" it's just my brother, I'll be right back babe," Doffy said to someone then there was a short pause," So what hospital are you going to be at?"

"No, I'm not hurt….umm," Rosinante paced back and forth trying to find the words," We're another grown man right?"

" Yes, last time I checked 28 was a grown man age."

" So as a grown man it's completely normal that we watch pron."

Doffy laughed," Well I don't really have to ."

" Yea I know , not the point , I have this file on my laptop-"

" You mean the one labeled tax returns with al those videos of that pornstar was all the tattoos?"

" ….H-how the hell do you know about that?", Rosinante asked.

" Come on Cora , you're my little bro. I have to make sure that you don't fall into any of this weird kinks and besides, that guy's really hot, and flexible , and lewd , and-"

" Ok ok , I get it . The thing is ….he just moved in next door."

" Are you serious ?", his brother asked ," Why are you talking to me then go over there ."

Rosinante didn't say anything and let his brother figure it out," But you my little brother and you awkward as hell and a virgin"

" Yea….what do I do ?"

" Go and say hello?", his brother offered . There was a long pause of silence from both ends and he picked up on this ," You already met him didn't you . So how bad was it?"

" Yea, he was having trouble with a few boxes and I helped him . that was when I realized who he was and…."

" You made a total fool of yourself.", his brother finished for him.

" Yep."

" Cora you work as a profiler. your job is to get into people's head . Just analyze him and make up the best plan to get into this pants."

" You do realize who you're talking to Doffy. I don't have the charismatic charm that you have . "

The other end was quiet for a moment," Cora you a handsome young man , I should know since you are my twin, you can do it . Now I have to go . I have more private matters to attend to ."

Hanging up Rosinante rolled his eyes and slumped down on his coach. Of course he could make a plan to whoa his new neighbor by using psychology and keen observation skills, but the problem was he was to socially awkward to pull it off.

Rosinante locked the door to his apartment then adjusted his satchel . He enjoyed his day off yesterday , especially discovering that his new neighbor was the pornstar he often fantasized about, but now it was time to get back to work.

"Oh, good morning Cora-ya."

A pleasant feeling slithered down Rosinante spine as he turned to see Law coming out of his apartment. Like the first time, they met all the naughty things that he imagined came to mind and he had to fight them and the hot sensation in his crotch off.

" G-good morning law. where are you heading off to this morning?", Rosinante made an attempt to make small talk as he and Law made their way down the hallway to the floor's elevator.

" School," he answered motion towards the black pack on his back.

" y-you're in high school!", Rosinante came to the conclusion in a panicked manner .

Law busted out in laughter as the two entered the elevator, " I know I look young, but I'm actually in med school."

" Oh, med school. That's pretty expensive."

" Yes very, but it'll all be worth it."

" Man , med school and an expansive place like here. How do you do it.", Rosinante though out loud and regretted it ," Not that isn't any of my business."

" Don't worry about it," Law held up a hand," I just have a good job that pays well and is really flexible ."

Rosinante wondered if that was meant to be some kind of innuendo . Even though Rosinante already knew the answer he wanted to ask Law what kind of job he had, but he also didn't know how comfortable he was with talking about said job , So as the two walked out of the elevator and into the lobby he decided to let Law tell him on his own terms.

" Well have a good day ."

" You too.", law waved good-bye to Rosinante as they went their separate ways.

Taking a taxi to Grand line Police station Rosinante paid the diver and straightened his tie as he got out. Entering the station he was immediately approached by Sergeant Smoker who had the same annoyed frown he had when an interview wasn't going so well .

" Good morning Smoker.", Rosinante greeted the man.

" We need to in interview room three."

Rosinante nodded and followed the sergeant," Who do you have in there?"

"Charles Yochan, 47, two kids, and a nice accountant job for Grand Line Bank. ", Smoker handing him a vanilla colored file.

Rosinante opened the file and gave it a quick look through," I can already tell you that his lawyer going to go for an insanity plea."

" We'll get to that later, right now we need to find out where his other daughter is."

" Right. ", Rosinante agreed as the two stopped in front of the large two-way mirror of interview room three.

" How long has he been here?", Rosinante asked noticing the wrinkles on the man's dress shirt and the natural oils make his hair clump together .

" We picked him around three this morning after he called and told us how he murder his family. Been silent ever since, hasn't even asked for a lawyer. Sick bastard doesn't even seem like he cares."

" He's scared of something.", Rosinante noted looking at the man's position , he has leaning back in the chair in a casual manner , but his shoulders were tense.

" Well, it ain't murder.", Sergeant Smoker scuffed.

" Then what a man who has no remorse for killing his family afraid of?", Rosinante closed the folder and entered the room.

" Hello Charles," Rosinante greeted setting down across from him, " I'm Rosinante Donquixote, I work as a profiler for the Grand Line police station."

Just slightly the man's left arm twitch . Something Rosinante said to Charles unsettles him . The question was what unsettles Charles; was it his name or that he was a profile.

" So you've heard me?"

" Not of you," Charles shook his head," Just the name."

Rosinante assumed that it was his brother Doflamingo Donquixote, a successful lawyer, Charles was thinking of so he moved on, " Are you afraid of something Charles?"

" No ", he didn't make any eye contact.

" You want to get out of here don't you.", Rosinante began reading through the file again.

" Of course I do . I've already confessed to the murders so i don't get why you people don't send me to jail already?", Charles asked Rosinante sounding annoyed.

" We just need a few things from you first, If you are willing to cooperate things can go a lot faster."

"Fine, go get me paper and pen and I'll give you every damn detail ."

" We also need to know where your daughter is ."

Charles smiled and laughed, telling Rosinante," I don't know. I Put all the money we had in her debit card and told her if she came home I'd have to kill her."

Rosinante was silent for more as he examined the man . Charles was agitated and in a hurry to go to jail. Charles may be seeking protection from something or someone . whatever he was seeking protection for also scared him , enough so that he thought the only way of protecting his family was killing them.

" Are you going to go get me that pen and paper or just sit there staring at me?", Charles asked.

" What were you scared of?"

" Excuse me?," Charles was definitely getting annoyed with the profiler," Listen you want a confession you got it, but I'm not going to sit here and indulge you in a useless conversation. I murder them.I shot my wife and when David came to see what the noise was I shot him too."

"Ok, " Rosinante nodded," Why?"

Charles grew silent and pressed his lips together thinking of a lie as he looks around the room," My wife and I had been fighting, she was going to divorce me and take the kids… I did so no one could have them."

" What were the two of you fighting about? You and your family seemed very happy . David loved sports and excelled at him, Donna was popular , in a variety of student organization and volunteer groups, and you wife Rachel was active in the church and community but made time for her family. "

" I was seeing someone, a prostitute."

Rosinante signed and leaned on the table getting closer to Charles ," Charles I'm a profiler , I can tell when people are lying . you having looked at me once and though you're trying to act relaxed someone is obviously making you agitated . you're in such a rush to go to jail . Inmates don't think to highly of man who murder their loving families . You don't seem to really care though . you just want to get behind bars because you feel vulnerable on the outside . I need you to tell me why?"

" I'm a bad man. That's why.", he answered glaring at Rosinante.

Rosinante took a different approach," you said you sent your daughter away right, gave her all the money you had and said get lost ."

" Basically."

" You know the bank will be tracking her every purchase . I mean you can't just transfer such a large sum of cash over and assume that the bank won't be suspicious? The bank won't be the only ones watching her purchase. you'd be surprised how easy it is for anybody to track a debit cards ….."

" They can." , Charles grew concerned.

" Yes, so you either tell us how we can find Donna or you can let whoever or whatever you so afraid of finding her."

"No, no " Charles shook his head," They can't. I thought she'd be safe."

" Safe form what?"

" From them…," Charles was showing the first dish of panic," Ok look I'll give you her debit card information and the address of her aunt that lives upstate, just be sure to find her before they do."

" Ok, but with no actual knowledge of who is after your daughter I can't grantee we can protect her."

" I really don't know who they are ," Charles shrugged.", We just communicate over email and disposable cell phones , but they have a symbol . i can draw it for you ."

"Ok, I'll have asked the sketch artist meet with you and some on shortly to take written statement.", Rosinante closed the file and stood up.

" Hey wait," Charles stopped the profiler just before he left the room, " You all can keep her safe right?"

" Last time I checked that what our job was."

" Good job.", Smoker told Rosinante after he closed the door behind him.

" I wonder who's after them ?"

" best bet is a gang. This city's full of them."

" True, well I have paperwork to attend. I think you can take care of this form here.

Rosinante went back to his desk and started to work on the large amount of paperwork he had piling up on his desk. Getting more into the paperwork Rosinante barely noticed Sergeant Smoked stop by his desk until a sketched was spilled onto the desk. The sketched showed a smiley face with teeth and a line going diagonally throughout.

Looking up at Smoker Then back down at the sketch he asked," Is this the symbol of the gang?"

" Yea," Smoker nodded, " It means anything to you?"

Handing him back the sketch Rosinante shook his head, "No, why do you ask?"

" Because Charles wanted to make sure you saw it.", Smoker slipped the paper back into the case file.

" paranoia," Rosinante suggested," He want to see if the police are in with this gang. His lawyer going to go for the insanity plea."

" Great. I need a smoke.", Sergeant Smoker sighed.

" What's wrong you with?," Rosinante older brother asked ," You love taco Tuesday."

" Something's been bothering me." , Rosinante admitted putting down the crumpled napkin in his hand.

" Is it work? It's work isn't it.", Doflamingo knew what was bothering him.

Rosinante started to tell him brother ," This man i interviewed today had to make a sketch for us. He wanted me to specially to see the sketch . I'm pretty sure that the guys just paranoid . It's the sketch he made that's bothering me. I've never seen the symbol, but it seems familiar."

" What is it off?", Doflamingo asked.

" It's a smiley face with teeth and a line going through it."

Doflamingo looked up and made a diagonal slash into that," Diagonally?"

Rosinante nodded," I have seen it before haven't I."

" You have, but you were way too young to really remember it. It was a stupid pendent dad wore all the time."

" I have to go.", Rosinante said in shock.

" What's wrong?", Doflamingo asked but never got a chance to get an answer as his brother was already out the door.

" I'm eating the rest of your tacos!", he called out.

Making a full run down the street Rosinante had the police station three blocks away in mind. What he did not have in mind was his own clumsiness. Tripping over his own feet Rosinante went crashed down onto the pavement, his head smacking loudly against it.

Feeling a mix of intense pain and something cool on his forehead. Rosinante whole plans now changed. Stumbling up and holding his head people around him gave the blond strange and horrified looks. They really didn't bother Rosinante since this wasn't the first time his split his head open in public .Pulling out his cell phone and looking round at where he was he dialed Sergeant Smoker's number.

" What is Rosinante?", Smoker answered.

" I need you to meet me at Sacred Line."

"Don't you usually call your brother with this stuff?"

" yes, but I just found something out about that symbol that I need to tell you now."

" Then tell me ."

" I totally would if I didn't have blood gushing from my forehead."

" Alright I'll be there in ten."

" Thank you ." , Rosinante thanked the doctor the had just finished his stitches.

" No problem son," the doctor said throwing his gloves in the trash," Someone will be in shortly to apply bandages ."

Once the doctor left Smoker, who had been patiently waiting in in the corner of the room, walked over to the bed.

" So the symbol, you know where it comes from?"

" Yea," Rosinante nodded and rubbed his hands together, " I've never seen it before but something in the back of my mind told me that i knew it . I asked my brother about it….That symbol was on a pendant my dad used to wear."

Smoker was about to say something to Rosinante, but a man walked into the room.

" I'm here to apply the bandage - Cora-ya?:

" L-Law.", Rosinante smiled and for a moment he forgot all about the symbol.

Law walked over the to table the blond was sitting on and started to bandage the wound," What did you do to yourself?"

"Oh, this," Rosinante gave a nervous laugh," This is normal. I'm sort of a klutz."

" Sort of is putting it lightly.", Smoker huffed.

" And who's this ?", Law asked politely looking over the tall man's shoulder.

Smoker Help out a hand to Law and introduced himself," I'm Sergeant Smoker. I work with Cora."

" Oh, so you a police officer?", Law shook Smoker's hand and looked at Cora with something in his eyes that sent a shiver down the man's spine.

"No, " Cora waved his hands, he had failed police academy," I'm a profiler ."

"Well it was nice to get to know you a little better Cora-ya," Law said she threw the bandage wrapped away.

" Y-yea.", Cora nodded.

" You know he seems really familiar, Smoker said after Law left the room," Has he been arrested?"

"No, he's a med student."

Smoker rubbed his chin and thought for a moment," I could have sworn that I've seen him from somewhere before, maybe it was on t.v."

" Th-that's crazy! " Rosinante panicked," He's just a med student . There always so busy . He doesn't have time to be on t.v"

" True, Smoker agreed," So now about the symbol-"

"Let's not talk about that here ok , let's get back to the station.", Rosinante told him .

" Alright Let's go klutz."

" So let me get this straight," Sergeant Smoker too a drag for his cigar," The gang that was after Charles and his family shared the same symbol with a pendant your father wore."

" Possibly the same," Rosinante looked out over the railing at the roof's of the various building's in Grand Line City," Listen the possibility that the symbol not being connected aren't very high. When my mother died my father just took off . my dad was always careful, it was just the way he was if he was in a gang he hid it well from us."

" You think your dad's connected to this ?", Smoker asked knowing that if the profiler got to emotionally invested in the case he would have to be removed from it.

" No, it's too early to make an assumption like that," Rosinante shook his head," what I'm saying is the gang that was after Charles and his family is careful and organized, but not big like the Whitebeards or Big Mom's group."

" Like one of the new gangs that have been gain ground. You the like the Straw Hats."

" You've been mentioning them a lot lately."

" Because they're becoming a nuisance."

" I don't think the Straw Hats are the gang we're looking for. They don't kill. This gang is cold. They have no remorse for killing , but they're smart about."

" You know I really hope this gang doesn't relate to your father.", Smoker told Rosinante," I don't want you to be taken off this case, I have a gut feeling that this case will be one of those tricky ones."