Merciless

The young man was on the floor with his hands palm down and knee's bent so his feet were flat to the ground. His face was pale and sweat trickled down his neck, he stared upward toward his imposer.

"I thought I told you to leave my friends alone, Mr. Business man….And you should know, I don't like repeating myself."

Bluestone, a rich island for bluebloods. Perhaps that's where it got its name, Law mused. The two stood inside a large mansion sized building, decorated in masquerade themed decorations. Yellow and blue danced along tablecloths, curtains, and even chandeliers.

The rich man in front of him, whose name he didn't care to remember while his face had been ingrained to his memories the second his crew described him from their small incident, had been taking a walk down a long corridor with dim lights with some other rich guest woman.

Law took care of her first, not necessarily wanting to hurt innocent bystander, a woman no less, so he simply used his room to slice her in half. Perfectly in half, leaving her organs and blood flow exposed to her eyes, which caused her ice blue eyes to widen in shock and she passed out in fear a moment later. She didn't even have time to scream, and thus law dubbed was a subtle way of removing her from the situation while also bringing fear to the other man who watched.

Heavy footsteps ran, sometimes failing him as he crashed into the walls of the narrow corridor, heavy breathing and adrenaline pumping through him faster than his blood flow would allow. The man's heart beat against his rib cage violently begging for freedom. Law looked at the man with a blank expression, Calm gray through a black metal mask with golden swirls. His black suit gave nothing of his identity away, the mask reaching far enough to the side to conveniently block his gold piercings in his ears. His nodachi however was another story.

Slow calm steps followed the clumsy thuds down the hall before the man collapsed to his knees, the shock of the other woman's apparent death in his eyes too strong.

Law stopped inches from him, almost rolling his eyes at the weakling's antics. Bluebloods hired mercenaries to kill for a reason, their fragile minds simply didn't have the guts to kill, to dirty their clean little hands. They were naive to the real world, too engulfed in money and their endless games they played.

A swift kick to his side sent the man to the floor.

He quickly scrambled onto his back, looking up into the swirling colorless storm that glared back down at him with pure murderous intent.

And now we are back where we started.

" w-what friends?! I haven't hurt anyone!" A nervous laugh came out as he shifted on the floor to run a hand through his hair. The fool honestly thought a lie would get him off the hook. Pathetic, Law really did roll his eyes this time.

His eyes shifted to the woman a bit further down the hall, motionless, her blood flow and pumping heart exposed for all to see. Luckily her clothes managed to stay in place and not slide off completely.

Law gave a low growl to recapture the others attention.

His men had seen his expression of pure anger, the quick flicker enough to make them rethink telling their captain of the incident, for fear of this scums health. Law couldn't fathom why they would protect such trash. They spoke slowly, cautious." A rich man…short blonde hair and light blue eyes, wore a dark blue sight and a white tie….he was talking about a party at some mansion…anyway, we were walking back with the supplies you asked us to get, then he sent over a few of his bodyguards to try and grab some. They were just saying stupid things like pirates don't deserve these supplies…and the island shouldn't have let us even dock. We could easily handle his men captain, it was three of us and two of them…but….one man pulled a dagger on Shachi when he was fighting a guy off my back….they grabbed a supply bin and ran. It was our fault, they were nothing and we let our guard down. Hell, Shachi took the hit protecting ME…its my fault captain, I'll take full responsibility."

Penguin stood solemn and tall, Shachi towards the door, bandaged arm and face hidden. Looking closely laws jaw tightened when he caught a pair of misty eyes and set jaw in the shadows. Law dismissed them, his nodachi in his grip under the desk, knuckles white from the pressure.

"Haven't hurt anyone you say…?

He wanted so badly to yell. To kick the man repeatedly in the face and drop to his knee's to punch the bloody corpse to a pulp with his own fists. He had harmed his nakama, called them trash, treated them like petty thieves and stole from them, stole from a PIRATES CREW, his crew, his family. Above everything, he had done the unforgiveable; he made law's nakama cry. A dark glint caught his eyes; there was only one good solution for that.

No, the captain of the heart pirates would not lose his cool. That's not what he's known for. But he wouldn't go easy on this man.

Nodachi deftly leant against the wall, a black dress shoe leapt out to the rich guest's face, blood flying from the cut it left. Fist balled at his sides, he continued forward, kicking the man under the jaw so he was elevated enough, leaning down and lifting a knee to hit the side of his head and send him into the wall. Saliva drooled from his jaw; law had all but shattered it. A tattooed hand gripped the man's shoulder, all he saw was the word 'Death' before he was lifted slightly once more, and a kick so strong to his ribs sent him through the hallways wall. Dust and debris rained down, seconds later the man came to, eyes flying open in panic and searching for his attacker.

Out of the illuminated hole in the wall and through the dust the flowed down came a very pissed pirate captain, nodachi clutched and leaning against his shoulder as he walked closer to the desperately scrambling man.

" Three men."

Laws steps didn't slow, he started to slowly pull his sword from its case, eyes fixated on the blonde like prey he willed to stay in place.

"Yesterday at Late evening. Pirates. MY crew.

The sword was fully pulled out and one swift motion law angled it to the others throat, his other hand embedding the case into the debris to stand tall, finally in the light so the other could see it clearly.

Fixated on the blade, wide blue eyes couldn't ignore his curiosity, so he very slowly turned his head to see what had been placed beside him. Pirates…that case….the woman who was cut in half earlier…No, Wait , No.

His blood ran cold and he all but breathed out "Trafalgar…Law…."

Law lifted his free hand to remove the mask, a cold smile in place. The blonde was stunned into shock.

"What's your name?" It was a command if the blonde had ever heard one. Slowly his bruised and battered jaw formed the words out loud. "Richa….Richard blike."

The sword was pressed closer to his throat, a thin line of blood peeking through the skin.

Law gave one last kick in a spur of the moment rage, hearing a satisfying crack, breaking the others jaw. He also saw the blonde gag, and clutch his throat, blood came out through clenched teeth….the impact had forced him to bite his own tongue, painfully and deeply it seemed. Perfect. There was no way he would ever speak again, not properly at least.

Blike was on his back. Too many cuts and bruises to even be recognizable. His ribs had been snapped, at least three of them. Laws keen eyes and doctor's sense had picked up on the way blikes breathing was quick and shallow, the way he tried to hold one hand on his chest while the other held his throat, fear of his bitten tongue rolling back. Had he severed it completely? Maybe law kicked him hard enough to really pull it off, he didn't honestly care, but he found himself hoping it was true.

Finally, law leant down on one knee, the sword with the blade stuck in the floor next to the mans head, rolling side to side and blinking slowly, as if he simply fought to keep his focus on law.

A hand reached out and steadied his face, eyes glaring holes into the other.

"You will never….EVER…..hurt my nakama, my crew again. We clear, Mr. Blike?"

The man had no voice. His eyes were wide. His heart beat with all its might and his vision was turning dark.

Finally, law lifted himself slowly, still glaring . The smallest flicker of shock, hope, and relief unmistakable in the others eye. Law let it linger for just a moment.

"Good."

Before laws own eyes could see, the sword standing next to blikes head found his heart, impaling roughly. He watched with a deep satisfaction as the look of hope was completely shattered. The beginnings of fear and panic formed on his face, not enough time was given for him to complete them fully.

Law gave the sword a playful twist, and then tugged it out, blood trailing down the blade. He ignored the gleeful hum the demon sword gave off, for once agreeing with it instead of being appalled by its insisted hunger for pain and death.

Sheathing the sword and placing the mask back on his face, he casually found an exit and left unnoticed.

Well past midnight, law returned to the sub. Upon hearing his arrival, the crew members went to greet him, and ask what his mystery trip was about.

The three who had been attacked where busy practicing hard in the training room before they found their way up, the sight they found shocking them greatly.

"C…Captain…that's the supply bin they took...how did you get it back?"

Law sent them a happy but small smile, eyes softening lightly. " oh, we worked it out. Mr. Blike, as it would be…is very sorry for what he did. "

They went through the bin, everything still in place.

They looked back at their captain in suspicion but awe, freezing when they saw his expression toward them three.

"…I want you to always remember this. You are my Nakama. You are my FAMILY. If anyone ever hurts you…ever, at all, you tell me, you tell the rest of us, that's what were here for. Understood?"

Shachi penguin and the third member Clint smiled brightly up at him before pumping a fist in the air and agreeing enthusiastically.

"AYE CAPTAIN!"