A/N: Guess who wanted to write more KidxLaw and decided on another AU because it is easier to practice with plots? This is more of a just because fanfic, so if it goes a little off kilter and weird at times with the random lemon timings, that's why (as in, this is meant to be over the top ridiculous at times, since I think I depressed myself with how dark and depressing A Twisted Game was to write. In other words, this is a 'lol wtf ff am I writing' kind of thing that I normally wouldn't think to post.

Warnings: Non con, dub con, (maybe consensual later), some gore later on due to things going terribly wrong, sometimes copious amounts of swearing on Kid's part, random acts of property damage and extreme fluffiness due to one of Kid's quirks for this story that will come into play in the latter half of the fic (which Law will obviously take full advantage of).

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from One Piece. I apparently just have a problem and it involves these two idiots being in the same story.

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Law was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse onto his bed and sleep in until late the next morning. It was a tantalizing prospect, and one that he wanted to take advantage of, but knew it was out of the question. However, the case that Law was currently working on meant that the sleep he desperately needed was not a possibility eight now. And as much as he needed that sleep, his work called to him and Law had no choice but to continue to do the research that was required of him. Even if he were to stay up all night again, the dark haired man knew that it would be well worth the sleep deprivation he was experiencing already. The trial he was to be a part of was one of the most important of all his careers, and Law knew that he could not fail the man he had been called upon to represent and plead his case. Hence the extra work Law had put into the case, despite not having the defendant's take on things.

Law let out a soft sigh as his eyes glanced up from the paperwork spread out over the desk in front of him. He had been taking a look at old case files from crimes that had seemingly been unconnected. In the past hour, Law had found that the more he looked them over, he found himself more convinced that the case he had just taken and the ones he was currently pouring over were all linked together in one way or another. It was the first breakthrough he had made since he had started in on some background research. With a light shake of his head, Law shifted a few of the papers and set them into one pile to his left. With a furtive peek at the clock and latching onto the fact that it was well past midnight, Law stretched and held back a yawn. His bed was calling to him, but he knew he couldn't rest yet. Since he had found the connection, the dark haired man wished to go over some of the more current information for the upcoming trial.

Even though said trial was still months from now, Law knew that he had to be well prepared. There was no point in talking with the defendant if he didn't at least have a little background on him. There was no such thing as being over prepared.

With that in mind, Law picked up another piece of paper and looked it over, his free hand going up to press the glasses he wore up the bridge of his nose. He zeroed in on the most important pieces of information he had been given a week ago. Law frowned at the name of the defendant as he mused over what was typed. Law knew the defendant, one Portgas D. Ace, was a bartender of some little known bar in a shitty part of the city. 'Why am I not surprised that I was given this case?' Law lingered on that for a moment, before he continued to read over the information, even though he had gone over it many times in his head. Law knew that he was normally given harder cases because he was more successful with them, but really, Law had no idea what was going through his colleague's minds when they suggested he take this case.

The dark haired man's mind went back to what he knew of Ace. The dark haired man had learned that Ace would not back down from a challenge, and there were even rumors of criminal theft and grand auto before Ace had gotten his current job. Law's eyes glanced over the brief mention of family. 'He's single, and has a brother and a grandfather.' Law's eyes focused on what left him to wonder how he was to defend Ace at all in court with such damning evidence that he had been presented with beforehand. 'Accused of the murder of several of the bar's regular client's, as well as the owner of the establishment. He was even found with the murder weapons when he was arrested two weeks ago.' Law's thoughts began to drift as he dropped the paper onto the desk and ran his hand idly through his hair.

This was going to be a difficult case no matter what he did. It was almost as if the higher ups wanted him to lose...

A faint sound of the front door opening and closing made Law pause in his readings. That was odd, he had locked the door to his apartment, hadn't he? Almost immediately, Law heard another thud and...was that someone cursing? No, that didn't make any sense. Who would bother with this apartment anyway? He was supposed to be living as an anonymous tenant, just to keep him out of any trouble that might come from higher profile cases. No one should know who it was that lived here, unless someone had ratted him out, which was a possibility, even if it was ludicrous to even consider. Law nearly rolled his eyes as he settled on what could have made the noise. It had to have been his cat. The creature seemed to have a strange fondness for knocking things around in the kitchen. Or the living room. Or anywhere where the cat could deem it worth his notice to make Law's life become a cluttered mess of scattered paperwork and knickknacks. When the sound persisted, Law heaved himself up out of his chair and went into the next room to take a look for the culprit.

Law was disappointed when he found his cat curled up and fast asleep on the couch. The perfect picture of innocence. With a final glare at the cat that had interrupted his late night work, the dark haired man turned on his heel and went back to his bedroom. He was not in a good mood at all now that his concentration had been shattered. It was going to be difficult to get back on track, but Law knew that he needed to finish preliminary research before he met with the defendant in a few days, and he did not need the constant distractions that has been happening for the last week. The feeling that he was being followed, even though upon closer inspection he had always found himself alone. No mugger in sight. It was annoying, and it normally took a lot more than sounds to make Law edgy, but the fact that he couldn't shake the feeling made him nervous.

The dark haired lawyer plopped back down onto his chair, intent on reading through the majority of the papers before getting a few hours of rest. Law's fingers lingered near his cell phone when he thought he heard something in the other room again. The dark haired man shook his head, his hands going back to reach for the paper. He was too paranoid right now, even though there was no reason to be. Just because his cat hadn't been the one making the noises he had heard earlier didn't mean anything. There was likely a rational explanation for the sound. It was probably just one of his neighbors making a racket, and at an inconvenient time. Yes. That was all it was. No reason to get so concerned over something like that. Law knew he was just imagining things. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. Even if someone did happen to come across him at this apartment, it would take an idiot to even dare to do him any harm. Reassured, Law got back to work with the idea that he had nothing at all to worry about.

The dark haired lawyer had no idea just how wrong he was, and just how much of his life was going to be thrown into turmoil because an 'idiot' was about to make their presence known to him.

-x

Kid was bored as fuck.

It was nothing new to the redhead, however, as he gloomily made his way down a deserted street at nearly one in the fucking morning. Kid scowled and drew his jacket up around the nape of his neck to block the slight chill in the air. And if there was something he hated more than being bored, it was being in such a state with no way out. Hence the reason that he was out at one in the bloody morning, underdressed in the early winter, and on a ridiculous mission that he had had no interest in. And Kid was out right now solely because the redhead hated boredom with a burning passion. Boredom was hard to find a cure for, and there was nothing Kid hated more than being stuck in the same routine over and over until there was nothing to do but to act out in order to save himself from it. Which was why he had accepted this shit job in the first place. Not because he wanted to do it, but because he was so desperate for a change that he was ready to do just about anything to relieve himself of the mind numbing stupidity of the same thing.

And to avoid being arrested for doing something obviously stupid. He had narrowly avoided being roughed up by way of robbing an ATM. In Kid's defense, someone flashing their credit card was just asking to be drained of all their money. Or as much as he could extort from the person he was robbing until they or a bystander happened to get a spine and called the cops. Kid absently ran a hand along his left shoulder. He was lucky the bullet had come out so easily from the last time he had been forced to outrun the cops.

The redhead shook the thought away and focused on what he was supposed to be doing. Kill someone. Which, when he thought about it, Kid felt was probably a bad idea compared to robbing the blissfully stupid. Boring in of itself, but it was better than wandering the city and burning stolen cash, with nothing interesting to do. Especially since he was all alone right now, as the rest of the people he had hung out with were currently in prison. Kid shivered slightly as the wind picked up. Fucking wind. He hated this city and its cold winter. It was nothing like his hometown, where the temperature barely dropped below a pleasant 75 degrees fahrenheit. Kid paused before the crappy apartment he had gotten the address of the target he was to take out. Kid sneered as he pushed open the unlocked back door. What kind of a idiot would chose to live in such a broken down and shitty apartment? Kid shook his shoulders out as the temperature of the apartment warmed him up slightly. It felt a lot better. Kid had no intention of freezing his balls off to wait outside for his target to come outside when daylight came along.

Kid held in a yawn. He couldn't afford to get sloppy, and being half asleep was a sure fire way to get himself injured or killed. If he was going to assassinate someone as important as a lawyer, he needed to be careful. It was, after all, something far different than what he was used to doing. Murder was much more of a felony than stealing cash from the unwitting. Ordinarily, Kid would never have risked going after someone of a high profile, but for the money he was offered, and the amount paid up front, Kid was more than willing to risk it. It sounded like a simple job, and the idiot he was after even lived alone, which made snuffing the son of a bitch all the more easy.

Kid adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing again as he made sure that he had the items he had brought along for the job. The zip ties were considerably cheaper than handcuffs, and Kidd even doubted that he was going to need them if all he was going to do was kill the man. The jagged knife in his other pocket was also in place, so there was no use delaying things any longer. The redhead paused before the door to the apartment number scribbled on the piece of paper he had. Kid felt around in his pocket, ready to pick the lock, when he reached out to hold on to the door knob and found, to his surprise, that it unlocked. "What a fucking dumbass." Kid muttered under his breath as he slipped into the apartment. He doubted that there were any cameras around, but there was no point in dwelling longer than needed. Kid eased the door shut behind him, though it made a dull thud. The redhead held still, but when there was no movement from inside the small apartment, Kid relaxed. For good measure, he locked the door with one of his gloved hands. Kid snorted softly. Not that he was going to allow the person he was about to kill enough time to even think about trying to escape.

The redhead cursed under his breath as he stumbled over a pair of shoes, and froze as he heard movement from another room this time around. Kid hastily looked around for somewhere to get out of sight, and quickly squeezed into the coat closet. Not the best place to hide, but it was the best Kidd could do on such short notice. Hardly daring to breathe, Kid watched as his target entered the living room, and the dark thoughts of how he was going to leave the man in a gruesome state of death fled as Kid got a good look at him.

Tall, not overly muscular if the loose t shirt the man wore was anything to go by. Messy dark blue hair and a golden gaze that all but read pissed as hell that he was being interrupted from whatever it was that he was doing. Pants hung low on his hips, and made the man give off an air of 'I don't give a fuck what I look like right now.' It was nice.

It was a very nice image he was presented with.

Kid didn't mind the sight at all, and he nearly let out a laugh as he realized the way his mind was traveling. Fucking hell, he was so not going to get paid the rest of the money. Because really, who the hell in their right mind would want to off a piece of ass as good looking as the dark haired man he was currently staring at? Fuck. He was so screwed. Kid had taken this job out of boredom, and had been landed with something so intriguing that the redhead couldn't help but feel that he needed to take advantage of it as soon as possible. And the name on the piece of paper. Trafal...something or other Law. Kid bit back a snigger. Law. A lawyer named Law. It was too ironic to be true, but here Kid was, armed with a knife, and instead of his first thought to impale the blue haired man and leave him bleeding, Kid was thinking of something else that he would rather impale in the attractive man that he was all but ogling from inside the closet.

Fuck.

There was no way Kid couldn't take advantage of this, even if it seemed like a very, very bad idea.

The redhead watched the other man as he went back to his room, and Kid found himself appreciating the slim build of the other man. The sight of skin from where the pants had slipped down presented a nice image too. Kid's lips curled. Someone wasn't wearing something down under. How convenient. Because the redhead really wanted to seize those loose pants and tug them down. He wanted to trail his hands over that tanned-looking skin. Kid wanted to bite that skin and hear what sounds that he could draw from that son of a bitch that had just about disappeared into the other room...

Kid blinked and his gaze darted down briefly, before he zeroed in on the dark haired man's back as it vanished into the room. Fuck, it had been a long time since Kid had had sex, and he normally didn't get so aroused just from checking out a complete stranger. A stranger who seemed oddly familiar, but Kid supposed that had to do with checking over the man's history a little bit before going on the job. He had the name at least. Law. The name had rung a bell, but Kid hadn't been bothered to do too much checking in on the man other than to check the apartment out a little bit beforehand. Kid waited for a few minutes to pass before he opened up the closet door carefully, and stepped out, heedful of the shoes this time so that he would not to trip over them again and alert Law that there really was someone in the place with him.

The redhead had a moment of doubt as he fretted briefly over what to do. Kid felt that the best idea would be to go. He couldn't do this after all, but Kid knew that if he didn't follow through, he was the one that was going to have a hit pulled on him. Kid wasn't in the mood to have someone, greenhorn or not, try to assassinate him, but he wasn't quite sure what to do to make things work out in his favor. The redhead was silent for a moment as his hand slipped in one of his jacket's pockets and fingered the zip tie. Kid started to grin. Then again, who said he had to kill the dark haired man at all? Why couldn't he just kidnap Law and keep him to himself? No one would know where the lawyer had gotten to save for Kid himself, and he could trash the man's apartment and make it seem like a robbery gone wrong. Or a murder because he was going to figure out how to leave some of Law's blood around and make it seem like the man's body had been moved from the scene of the crime.

With that plan in mind, and still very aroused, a fact that infuriated Kid to have happened to him in such a short time, stole across the short hall, and into the bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door, as that would only let Law know of his presence. Unable to hold back, and thinking this was all very bizarre, Kid made his way over to the desk that the dark haired man was seated at. Kid was still at a loss and very, very puzzled as to why this man had ignited such a desire in him, but at the moment, Kid wanted only one thing, and he didn't particularly care if the other man was willing to accommodate him or not. The redhead was used to getting what he wanted, and right now, he had the need to see the other man on the bed, with him fucking Law until he begged for more. With sex on his mind, there was little Kid could do to talk himself out of how this was likely to be a very bad idea if it backfired on him. However, Kid was overly confident he would not mess this up, so he went in without any warning.

Kid had no idea of knowing what he had just gotten himself into, so it was his own fault when he would regret what he did that night some time later.

Kid swooped in from behind and wrapped his arms around Law from behind, and in doing so, pinned the other man's arms to his side. The fact that the dark haired lawyer was using a bench as a chair made it all the easier. No wonder the poor bastard had looked so pissed off. Kid would be too if he didn't have a decent chair to sit on. The question of why Law was in such a shitty apartment to begin with, when he was obviously well off enough if he was a lawyer, was dismissed as unimportant right now, because Law had reacted almost instantly as Kid's arms settled around him. Kid felt the other man tense up, before straining against his sudden touch. Kid felt the flexing muscle beneath his hands, and decided that he liked that, and took the chance to lean up against the other man, arms settling more heavily to prevent immediate escape as he spoke quietly, his fingers trailing along the other man's stomach lightly, "You know, I think you should count yourself lucky. I was supposed to kill you." The redhead expected anything from silence to a pathetic whine to not cause harm, or a bribe of money, so Kidd was understandably taken aback when a calm, yet slightly exasperated, voice answered him.

"I did not expect someone to send in an assassin. I honestly thought that was only in the movies." There was a brief pause, before Law's voice turned curious, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, "And how am I supposed to be lucky? Do assassins these days toy with their prey before killing them? That seems rather sloppy."

Kid blinked, honestly not sure what to do. He wasn't used to his victims being so damn calm and nonchalant. Not that he had ever really murdered another person. The most he had done was rough someone up before one of his gang got him to stop.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Kid scowled at the light and nearly teasing tone, and in that one moment of being taken aback, the redhead suddenly found himself harshly elbowed in the stomach. Kid let go of the other entirely with a curse, and barely had time to register that Law was now up out of his seat. Kid narrowly dodged the fist aimed at his face, and hastily recovered his control as he snapped a hand up and gripped Law's wrist. The dark haired man hissed, obviously displeased, and even though Kid knew he shouldn't have found it funny, he did. Kid laughed. He laughed even harder when Law's other fist came toward him, as if not put off that the redhead had captured the other in a crushing grip. "Hmm…" Kid hummed thoughtfully as his other hand came up and seized the other fist aimed his way. "You're pretty feisty." Kid kept a firm grasp on the other man's wrists, and dragged him closer to grin down at him. "I like that."

The dark haired man blinked, and almost immediately his gaze dropped down toward Kid's waist. A scowl crossed Law's features and he began to struggle to struggle in earnest to free his wrists. Law was obviously not so keen on finding out that Kid was past the point of no return in his amorous prospect of getting some tail so early in the morning.

Kid was a little bothered that Law hadn't said anything, because he found himself wanting to hear that sexy voice that came out of the other man. Even he hadn't expected to be so taken by the other man, and inwardly Kid knew he was botching his job by doing this. But again, there was something irresistible about the other man, and Kid couldn't help that he wanted the other man so much that he was letting his dick distract him from his real reason for going to this shitty place in the first place. Kid tugged Law toward him, despite the other digging in his heels, still seemingly in shock at what was happening. Kid honestly had no idea why this was happening either, but he was fairly sure he knew what he wanted as soon as his lips met the other's. Kid took advantage of Law's small murmur of confusion, and steered him to the side toward the nearby bed, where Kid unceremoniously broke off the kiss and let go of Law, and quickly shoved him down onto the bed face first.

The redhead followed quickly and pinned Law down, one hand dipping into his pocket and hastily taking out and looping the zip tie around the dark haired man's wrists before he could even think to fight back. Kid settled back on his heels and stared down at the other, before he moved in and flipped Law on his back. Kid wanted to see him. Wanted to see his eyes as he realized what he was going to do. Alarm bells were going off in Kid's head that he should stop, but he couldn't. It was as if Law had cast some spell over him, and the redhead couldn't stop as he looked over his displeased prize for the night in a lusty way.

Law wrinkled his nose and glared up at the redhead, clearly unamused, "You reek. Did you fall into a garbage dump on the way to not assassinate me?"

Kid grinned down at his captive. Oh, he was going to have a lot of fun with this sarcastic son of a bitch. "It's cologne, dumbass." Kid muttered crossly as he leaned over and settled himself between Law's knees, his hands resting on the bed on either side of Law's head. Though Kid was not going to admit taking a stop in a bar and getting a drink. B.O. and smoke was probably what Law smelled, and apparently it outperformed the cologne in terms of which one could be smelled first. Kid nudged his knee against the other man's crotch experimentally, and the redhead was rewarded with Law's breath hitching at the action. Kid grinned and did it again. It appeared as though the other man finally realized his intentions, or, Kid thought, perhaps he already had guessed it, but didn't think Kid would actually follow through. Kid couldn't help himself as he leaned in closer to breathe against Law's throat, "I don't know why you have so much of an effect on me, but I think I wanna fuck you and then kidnap you, before someone else comes to try and snuff you. They were offering a large sum of money."

There was a long pause, and Kid took it upon himself to leave a few light kisses along the dark haired man's throat. He was still marveling about how fucking attracted he was to Law, and wondering why the hell it had happened as quickly as it had.

The feeling was not so mutual.

"What the hell? Get off of me!" Law snarled, but any attempt to dissuade or move the heavier man fell short, and decided to continue to express his displeasure at Kid's actions, "And you are not fucking me at all, you sick son of a bitch."

Kid smirked at the barely noticeable moan that had left Law as he allowed his hands to move down to the dark haired man's waist. "What was that you were saying? It sounds like you don't mind it too much." Kid rested his upper body across Law's chest as one of his hands went further down to cup the other man's crotch, which made Law twitch in shock. Kid was silent for a moment as he palmed the dark haired man, before he began to tug down the sweatpants slowly with his other hand, "Your dick is telling me something else."

"Of course it is. Anyone could be doing what you are and it would have the same effect." Law snapped irritably, trying to kick Kid in the side and missing as the redhead avoided it by leaning down against him more heavily, "Dammit. You're heavy. Decide what you're going to do before doing it, idiot. If you are going to kill me, there are faster ways to do so than slowly crushing me with your weight."

It seemed like this was going to be interesting, yet at the same time, Kid couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about the man he had pinned down on the bed. The insinuation that he was an idiot didn't bother Kid. He had heard far worse. Law would have to say a lot more to even get him to blink at an insult. And he'd heard quite some creative ones.

But the thought that Law was familiar was merely a thought, and one that Kid was not going to give much thought to. The redhead gave Law no time to protest as he slid his pants down and off the rest of the way, and smiled smugly when he realized that yes, Law wore nothing else besides the pants. "You're fucking hot as hell." Kid breathed distractedly as he tugged Law's shirt up and leaned in to lavish attention across the tanned chest and stomach with his tongue. It didn't make any sense to Kid at all that all he could think of was fucking Law into exhaustion, but he didn't question it. Hell, he was even enjoying the idea.

Kid hastily produced some lube and after fumbling around for a few minutes and getting quite some interesting gasps and tiny groans, pressed up against the shivering dark haired man after he had ripped open a small foil packet. He counted himself lucky that he even happened to have a few condoms on hand, even if he'd rather be skin to skin. Perhaps later. Right now, he was just pleased that his habit of carrying around the lube and such things had paid off for the evening. Morning. Whatever. Kid grinned against Law's shoulder as he nipped at the skin, "Ever had sex with a man before, Trafalgar?"

There was an intake of breath, before the dark haired man twisted slightly to look at Kid out of the corner of his eye, disbelief written on his features, "How do you know my name?"

Kid pressed closer as he leaned forward and bit down on Law's shoulder with more force, "I did a little research on you before I came here, but apparently not enough. If I had…I would never have taken the job."

Law's breath hitched as he felt Kidd thrust into him sharply, and bit his lip. At least the brute had had the forethought to use a condom, even if being put upon in this manner was not at all in line with his early morning plans. With a shaky breath, Law's head dropped onto the bed, and was able to get a better look at Kid. Law's eyes took on an interested gleam as something appeared to click in his mind, "I thought you…looked familiar." Law wondered why he hadn't recognized the redhead's voice. After all, he had heard it in the aftermath of when the cops had raided his gang's base. A pity. The cops had obviously messed up if they couldn't even arrest the leader of the group, "How is life treating you?" Law shifted and bit his lip again, rather uncomfortable from the fact that Kidd had him pinned on his back and essentially tapped with nowhere to go. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant sensation he was experiencing, but as Kid had forced himself on him...Law clenched his zip tied hands behind his back, "I regret not getting the intel sooner, otherwise you wouldn't even be here tonight. I had passed what I had known to a colleague of mine in the police."

Kid held still for a moment as he looked down the line of Law's spine to where the dark, blue haired man rested his head on the sheets. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Law looked unsure of whether or not to say anything, considering the predicament he was in with a real life stick up his ass, before Law's demeanor changed, and his lips curled up into a vicious smile, "How does it feel to be left with nothing, Eustass-ya? To have all of your gang in a prison because of a mistake on your part? Too bad you weren't around at the time. Maybe you would be keeping them company."

It took a minute for Kid to follow Law's words, but when he did, he froze. He felt a brief moment of being torn about whether to continue or not, because as soon as Law had said it, he remembered. He remembered seeing the news of the lawyer who put his whole gang into prison after the large scale raid. Trafalgar Law. That was why the son of a bitch had looked so familiar. Kid vaguely remembered finding the man's picture good looking before getting angry at him for sending his gang to jail and essentially sending him to the bottom of the food chain in the crime world.

"Are you going to move any time soon, or are you more motivated to kill me now?" Law asked mildly, wiggling a little, even if it made him gasp. He had no idea why he was goading Kid, but the situation was so surreal that he couldn't help himself. And Law was not one to lie back and take something. He would fight it, as he hated anyone trying to tell him, or get him, to do something against his will.

Kid stared at the fucking infuriating smile on the other man's face, before he returned it with a nasty one of his own, "…no, I don't wanna kill you. Didn't want to as soon as I saw you walking around like you're on a fucking commercial for the tv." Kid pulled back before he made a sharp movement, pleased when he heard a pained yelp from the man beneath him, "But I think I'm gonna have more fun with you than I thought." Kid could always kill this son of a bitch later if he got bored of him. But for now, having the other man at his mercy seemed to be nice payback for what he had done two years ago. Law was right. Kid had lost everything, and had been forced to grovel at the feet of some of the people who had been his equals, in order to get work that paid more than the occasional extortion Kid chose to pursue.

Kid wasn't sure how long he fucked Law, but they had obviously done it enough times that the redhead had reduced Law to tears of exhaustion, until the dark haired man had completely fainted on him. Kid still wasn't satisfied, but at least he now knew what he was going to do.

He was going to kidnap Law and take him to his place, then sit back and watch as people started to freak out over his disappearance. If Law didn't show up to work, Kid figured he would get a kick out of seeing people trying to find out what had happened to Law. Hell, he might be able to even blackmail Law into getting his gang released from prison if he pushed hard enough. But for now…

Kid rested alongside the slumbering dark haired lawyer, and ran a hand gently through Law's damp hair, before he trailed it down his sweaty body. For now, Kid needed to go and make this guy's apartment look like a murder scene. No one would think that someone had kidnapped him. Surely that would throw the police off his trail.

An inquiring meow made Kid pause after he had sat up on the bed. The redhead glanced down and found himself looking at a pure white cat. Kid stared at the cat for one long moment, before he leaned over and held a hand out for the animal to inspect. The purring creature brushed up against him after one brief sniff of his hand, and Kidd fought back a smile that threatened to cross his face. It seemed like he would have to kidnap someone else as well. Kid happened to like animals, so even if Law was a bastard that he wanted to make suffer, he wasn't going to do the same to his pet.

Kid reached down and picked up the cat, which he proceeded to cuddle despite knowing how ridiculous it made him look. Kid also ignored the fact that his voice had gone from gruff to soft as he addressed the bundle of fur he held cradled against his chest, "Hey, you wanna go someplace bigger? I got a cat at home that could use a playmate." Kid poked a finger at one paw pad, "What do you say?"

The pure white cat purred in response as it reached up a paw to bat Kid's cheek as if in retaliation for the red head's earlier poke.

Kid pretended that he did not coo over the beast before he set it down. Kid did not want to think of the horrors that could come from his secret side of being an animal lover. It was too damn embarrassing to think about. Hell, Kid had even kept it a secret from his gang that he liked to help animals. He even took them to shelters if he found one abandoned, because they all ended up being too ridiculously sweet to leave out on the street. Kid turned to face the room after he had pulled his clothes back on haphazardly. He had a lot of work ahead of him, and he couldn't let a cat distract him for too long. Kid's gaze drifted to Law's slumbering, naked form, and carefully pulled the sweatpants back on. Kid left the shirt off for now to appreciate the tattoos he could now take notice of.

The redhead grinned to himself as he watched Law stretch out on his side and let out a soft moan, as if he could feel the redhead's touch even in his sleep. Kid hummed an off key tune as he turned and began to systematically destroy things in the apartment. Law's cat even joined in on batting things off the side of shelves, much to Kid's amusement. As Kid made his way around the small apartment, he found that he wasn't so bored anymore, and even though he knew he was breaking a shit ton of laws with what he had done and had planned, Kid found that he really did not give a damn.

Because he was going to have a lot of fun with what he had inadvertently stumbled across.

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A/N: Oh look, sort of kind of lemon in the first chapter (even though it isn't consensual...help, my laptop needs to be taken from me. I can't stop typing kidxlaw shit. Ugh). This whole fic is just going to get ridiculous with every passing chapter...I don't even know why I do this to myself, but at least I finished one of the stories that I started so far.

I am fairly certain this is going to be a shorter fanfic just based on what I have outlined as a plot (I have the ending typed up already). I am anticipating that this fanfic will be around 15 chapters (they are not going to be nearly as long as this chapter was) but it isn't out of the realm of possibility of the fic going on for longer. I just needed something silly to balance out the other fics I'm posting because they're depressing to write out at times. So if this fic ends up being clichéd I apologize in advance. And no, Law isn't going to immediately fall for Kid after the stunt he pulled. It is also not going to be as lemon-y of a story as A Twisted Game. But I may change my mind later as I post chapters for this.

And apparently Kid is only going to have one d in his name for this fic. Also, as it is AU, so who the hell knows whether ooc and ic stuff is going to turn up more. I don't like to write ooc, but for now, I'll just roll with the way it is right now because I really need something dorky to deal with for a little while before going back to the angst-y stuff of other fics.