Black Rose


Summary: Law is being repeatedly abused and raped. Blackmailed, he has no one to turn to. But when a certain redhead accidentally finds out about Law's secret, he's more than determined to help the medical genius escape his personal hell. Putting himself in the line of fire, Kidd is hellbent on beating the absolute crap out of the sick bastards who have been hurting his new friend.

Warnings: Swearing, multiple rape, abuse, AU, ooc. Eventual spoilers for those who haven't read chapter 724 and up.

Pairings: Kidd x Law (and vice versa), with a minuscule side of Franky x Robin, Ace x Marco, and one-sided Doflamingo x Law. (Oh, and possibly a snip Zoro x Luffy. Not quite sure though.)

Disclaimer: (I do not own the cover picture; it belongs to its rightful creator.) What if I did own One Piece? Would that make me a god of some sort; having the power to actually own a universe and change it however I want to, whenever I want? Yes? Phew, then it's a good thing I don't own it then, huh? Being a god sounds too stressful, and there's so much responsibility involved. (*mumbles* not to mention the amount of paperwork…) Yeah, I think I'll leave the One Piece universe for Eiichiro Oda to take care of.


'I'll be judge, I'll be jury,' Said cunning old Fury:
'I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.'


Protective walls may impede you, but the walls most difficult to penetrate are those that surround our hearts.


Chapter warning: rape scene.


Law scrutinized the room he stood in; one arm resting across his chest and the other cupping his chin as he continued to think. His eyes narrowed in the slightest. Something wasn't right, he just couldn't put a finger on it. He ran his eyes over the room once again before they finally found the answer. The new glass table he recently found just didn't fit with where he put it. He moved over to the object and pushed it over a little, then took a step back to inspect it. Still not satisfied, he moved it more until it was in between the two couches. There. Perfect.

He gave a sigh, dropping his arms to side. He had nothing to do, nothing at all. The house radiated only silence, and Law found it cold. He loved silence, but this silence… It had stretched on in his life for far too long. It was a dead silence, a silence that reminded him just how utterly broken his life was. He clenched his fist and turned around, heading for the kitchen. No, he wouldn't think about it, wouldn't wallow in his sorrows or think of his problems. All he had to do was worry on what he was going to do now.

'Live in the present,' he thought, opening the cabinets to find something to eat. 'The past is past and the future is an unknown constant.' He searched the shelves before him and wasn't all that surprised when he saw nothing occupying them. He'd have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. He opened the fridge and found a single orange. Grabbing it, he shuffled back to the living room and plopped down on his tan couch; peeling and eating his orange as he stared at the low, glass table before him. He liked the table. It was simple, not complex or modern-like. Just… simple.

The corner of his lips barely twitched at the thought.


Night had fallen and passed, and the touch of morning was starting to spill into the sky. Law, of course, was wide awake; having not slept in three days. He turned the page of his book, the quiet movement was the only disturbance in the air. He looked up at the clock on the wall, its face saying the time was 5:15 in the morning. Placing his book on the side, he stood up; stretching his legs and walking the stiffness out of them. He headed upstairs for the bedroom. Opening the door, he stared at the enemy that stood in the room.

His bed.

It's black blankets called for him, and the four posts seemed to stare at him; waiting for him to approach, waiting for him to finally collapse into the world of dreams and sleep. He stood and stared at the piece of furniture, and it just stared right back. Finally, after a few minutes of contemplating, he decided he'd finally try to get some sleep. He stripped off his shirt and pants, folding them neatly and putting them away for another time. Pulling back the blanket, he slid onto the bed, his tan skin relishing the feel of the velvet rubbing against it. The normal black sheets below were cold from the morning temperature and lack of use, but he didn't mind; in fact, he liked it. He loved the cold.

He laid there, arm tucked under the black-cased pillow and upper half of his body exposed to the cool morning temperature, and waited. Sleep never came easy for him, it was why the skin under his eyes was always dark. He was practically born an insomniac. He released a sigh and closed his eyes, emptying his mind of all thoughts. He needed sleep, his body needed actual rest, and he was determined not to leave the bed until he got said rest. He slowed his breathing and made it to into an even, rhythmic system. He could faintly feel his heat beating and hear it's steady pulse as it continued to pump blood throughout his body. It was amazing how that one little organ was what kept you alive and on your feet.

He continued to lay in bed, waiting for the darkness to take over.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

Then an hour.

Then another.

And another

He felt that all too familiar pull at his mind. His heart began to slow, and his eyes no longer needed force to stay shut. The world began to fade from him, and he gave a quiet breath of relief. Sleep, it seemed, had finally come to collect him.


He awoke at 2:53, earning him a five hour rest. It was the most he had slept in one day in over two months. His usual hours were from 1-4 hours, so his body was quite thankful for the extra hour of sleep. He dragged himself from the bed, throwing the blankets off and making his way towards the bathroom. He rested against the doorframe for a second, trying to shake the sleep from his mind. He was never good at waking up, it took him about ten minutes longer than the average human to completely come back to reality. His movements were almost sluggish and for a moment he couldn't stand properly without the help of the sturdy wall. He finally entered the bathroom and washed his face. The cold water hit his skin, and he could feel it react to the sudden chilly temperature, but it barely helped him wake up. Drying his face, he headed for the stairs.

"Coffee," he mumbled to himself. Coffee usually helped. A lot.

Making it down the stairs without tripping, he instantly headed for the coffee maker; the routine to make it burned into his mind like a brand. The moment the hot beverage was done, he took a quick sip; savoring the taste of the caffeine as it slid down his throat. He took one more sip before setting the drink down onto the counter. There, that helped him wake up. …Somewhat.

He headed back upstairs to get dressed. Going into his closet, he pulled out his favorite black and yellow hoodie. Slipping into it, he turned to his dresser and pulled out a pair of slightly baggy black pants. Pulling them on over his black boxers, he went to make his bed when a knock at his door stopped him in his tracks.

He froze for a moment, holding his breath. Three more knocks sounded and he swallowed hard. He never had visitors. Only they came to see him. He slowly headed downstairs, hoping that whoever was behind his front door was either lost or a Jehovah Witness asking him to join their religion. He was directly in front of the door now, staring at it, wishing the person behind the door would just give up and walk away if he didn't answer. But his wishes were unheard, and another set of knocks rang from his door. Taking in a deep breath, he undid the three deadbolt locks and the one chain lock. He opened the door and looked at the man before him. He didn't get to take much of his appearance in before the male spoke with giving a sicking grin.

"Time to pay up, precious."

And Law bolted. He slammed to the door, but the male pushed it open before it could close. Law was halfway across the room by the time the male even took a step in. He needed to call someone because the man couldn't do anything to him if there was someone else in the house and where the fuck was the goddamn phone? It wasn't hanging on the wall were it was supposed to be, nor was it on the couch, and he ran through his mind; trying to remember where he would have put it in the last few days. The kitchen. It was next to the coffee machine. He jumped over the sofa and ran into the kitchen, skidding to a quick halt at the coffee machine. He didn't have time to do anything else before the other male was behind him, shoving him hard into the counter. Law gave a quick cry in both surprise and pain as his ribs connected hard with the sharp edge of the counter. The male pressed up against him, one arm wrapped around Law's stomach while the other was snaking into the surgeon's pants.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The man's mouth was beside Law's ear and the surgeon shuddered with disgust. Law shoved away from the counter, making the man lose his grip on him. He ran back for the living room, his eyes on the phone and dialing a number. He was almost done dialing when the intruder tackled him to the ground. The phone skidded from Law's grasp, but not before the surgeon accidentally hit the Talk button.


Eustass Kidd sat on his couch, his back slouched and his mind blank. He continued to stare at the wall, something he had been doing for more than an hour. He just stared, completely and utterly bored out of his mind. Nothing good was on the TV, he already checked four times. All his friends were busy so he couldn't hang out with anyone. And to top it off, the police were out in force today because, well… he wasn't exactly sure why they were out in force today, but they were, and that meant he couldn't cause trouble without getting caught. He could always tinker with some things in the garage, but he wasn't exactly up to getting all greasy and oily at the moment. So that left him with no plans. Which, you know, sucked.

The shrill cry of his cell phone exploded in the silence, making him jump a bit. He stared dumbly at the phone for a moment, his mind still partially lost in his boredom. Finally back in reality, he picked put the ringing item and looked at the number on the screen. He could already tell by the high ringtone that it was a number not stored in his contacts, but he checked the number just in case his phone had made a mistake (It wouldn't have been the first time it gave the wrong ringtone for a number.) Nope, he didn't know the number. He was tempted to not answer – he never answered a number he didn't know – but he had nothing else to do at the moment. All he had to look forward to was watching the wall and – if he was lucky – maybe a fly would land on it and he could watch it crawl around for a while before squishing the thing relentlessly.

Mind made up, he answered.

"Hello?" He waited for an answer, but he didn't get one; in fact he heard nothing. "Hello?" He was about to hang up when he suddenly heard a noise from the other end of the line. Grunting. It was the sounds of a struggle. He heard something heavy fall and a voice, but it was faint so he couldn't hear what they were saying. Then another voice spoke, this one was louder, and sounded slightly panicked. It sounded like the voice had said 'Let go'. He furrowed his brows. "Hell–"


"Get… Fucking…" Law clenched his teeth as he squirmed out of the male's hold and tried to get to his feet; his eyes never leaving the phone. He kicked out, hitting the man in the solar plexus. The man fell to his knees and Law didn't hesitate to kick the man in the nose. Blood gushed from the man's abused nose, and he gave a curse at the pain.

"Son of a bitch!" The surgeon took the opportunity to crawl quickly for the phone. But the man grabbed his ankle and dragged him away before he could reach it, his fingers just grazing the phone's side.

Law growled. "Get off me! Let go!" The man picked Law up, wrapping his hands around Law's body; successfully trapping the surgeon's arms. The younger male continued to squirm though, giving several curses and frustrated grunts as he tried his hardest to get away. "I said get off!" He kicked out, his leg connecting with the sofa's backrest. He pushed as hard as he could, sending the male holding him off balance. They fell onto the glass table, shattering it beyond repair. The man beneath Law gave several curses and released the younger male. Law instantly got to his feet and grabbed the phone, dialing the number he wanted. He went to push talk when his attacked tackled him once again, this time trapping his hands behind his back and holding his face into the carpet below.

"You're a feisty little bitch, aren't you," the man growled, though a dark smirk graced his lips. He leaned down to whisper in Law's ear. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"Fuck you!" Law shouted. "Get out of my–"


Click.

Kidd sat on the couch, his eyes wide, as he continued to stare at the wall; the dial tone ringing in his ear. 'What… What was that?' He looked down at the phone as he finally hit the End button. The voice he had heard sounded familiar, but he couldn't for the life of him place it. He wondered if he should do something, like call back or tell someone about the call. A moment of silenced passed. He shrugged, tossed his phone back on the sofa next to him, and went back to staring at the wall.

Only this time, his mind was no longer blank.


Law would never admit it out loud to anyone. He would deny it and fight it to the very end if anyone accused him of it. But honestly, deep down, he was scared.

No, not scared.

Terrified.

His breath was weak and short, new pain blossoming in his abused torso. The man on top of him was attacking his chest with bites and licks, slowing making his way down towards his nether regions. Law's eyes were shut tight as he tried to push it all out of his mind. He hated living in fear. Absolutely loathed it. But he couldn't help it. He was alone in this hell with no one to go to for help. And even if he did call out for help, it would result in the death of one of his friends. He already had one death on his hands, he didn't want the death of another on them.

He fought. He always did. He said he couldn't call the police for help, or tell any of his friends, but he never said he couldn't fight. Over the years, Law had discovered one thing. When they came to abuse him, to rape him, only one thing could stop them, or prolong them if anything else. Calling a friend over. His clients couldn't lay a finger on Law if the presence of someone else was in the house, or if they knew someone was coming over. But he failed in making that call this time, and his fighting had only fueled the other man's fire.

He had lost count of how many times they came over, how many times he had been ravished and broken. But it didn't matter. Because in a way, every time felt like the first time. The terror always held his heart like a vice, and the pain never hurt any less. He squirmed a little, raising his hands to push the male off. The reaction was instant. The man above him gripped his biceps hard, he knew they would leave bruises, and glared down at the younger male with lust-driven eyes. "Don't even think about it," the man growled. "It's happening whether you want it or not."

It always happened. What was the point of fighting by this point? 'Just let him hurry up and finish so he can get out and leave,' his mind told him. But another part of him still wanted to fight. If he didn't fight, then he felt like he was asking for this; asking to be used as a whore, asking to be raped. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. No, no he wasn't a whore. He didn't ask for any of this. No one asked to be raped.

He felt his boxers be pulled off and he couldn't help but notice how his hands lightly trembled. He was flipped onto his stomach and he could feel the man grip his hips with a hard grip. More bruises for later. Didn't he have enough bruises already? They already littered his body, though they always made sure to keep his arms, face, and neck free of all marks.

"We don't want our little whore to get found out," was what He has said.

In the back of Law's mind, he knew he asked for this. He was the one who started it all. If he hadn't talked back, hadn't he gone out that day, hadn't brought his friend along, then this never would have happened. He'd still be free, still have friends, still have a life. But no, things didn't go that way. It was his fault he had accidentally run into Him. It was his fault he couldn't save his friend from Him. It was all. his. fault.

It was his fault he ever ran into Donquixote Doflamingo.

The man suddenly entered him without any preparation, and Law bit the sheets below him and held his breath to prevent himself from screaming. The man let out a groan of pleasure and waited a few moments before moving. Law finally breathed, if you could call it that. His breath was harsh, short, and strangled. He felt tears prick at the edge of his eyes from the raw pain he felt. The man's thrusts became more deeper and violent, and Law clenched his eyes until spots dance around his dark vision. The male spoke words laced pleasure as he continued on, reaching forward and stroking the surgeon's member. Law could feel blood trickling down his leg and soak into the sheets below. But worst of all, he felt his body react. Mentally, he didn't want this, but physically, his body was craving it. And he hated himself for that, felt completely disgusted with himself. His body was betraying him, and before long it was more than a scream he was trying to bite down.

The man finally climaxed, as did Law, and Law physically grimaced with disgust when he felt the man's come inside of him. The man's body trembled from the orgasm, and he sat there for a moment catching his breath. His sweat dripped onto the younger male's naked body and the man gave a grin. "I'd go for a round two if I had the time." After a moment he stood up and cleaned himself before getting dressed again. He reached into his pocket and threw something onto the bed next to the surgeon. "Thanks for a good time, little whore," the man whispered before chuckling. He left the house, and Law numbly looked at what the male threw to him.

Money.

Law's hand slowly made its way towards it and grabbed it. He would have thrown the money away, burned it to ash, but he couldn't. He needed to money if he wanted to survive. "I guess I am a little whore," he whispered to himself.

Silence fell.

Law curled up, gripping the money and the sheets blow him with a deathlike grasp, and buried his face in the dark fabric.

Trembling lightly, he took in a shuddering breath and silently cried.


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Because I believe that if Law ever did cry, it wouldn't be a sobbing cry. It was be the silent tears type. Sooo, I know Oda has officially pointed out that Eustass's name is Kid, and not Kidd, but I prefer to write Kidd. If I write Kid, I feel like I'm talking about an actual kid. So I'm gonna stick with Kidd. (Saying that out loud was kind of…weird.) Oh, and the friend Law lost was a girl named Kora. She's not an OC, she's an actual character. We just haven't met her yet in the series. But I have a feeling we will soon. Don't worry, there's gonna be only one small scene with her, and then that's it.

In this, I'm placing Law and Kidd around 20-ish. …I think. Yeah. Which makes Doflamingo around…35. (I still find it odd how Law is older than Kidd… I always assumed that, if anything, Kidd was a year or so older than Law. But apparently Law (in the manga/anime) is three years older. XD)

Now, the reason I'm writing this, and publishing it, is because someone requested it. (Request: Could you please write a LawxKidd (or KiddxLaw) story where Law is being raped and abused? Kidd could come to his rescue. If the idea sounds okay-ish, I can give you a little more detail about the idea. If not, then that's okay. I was just curious if you could. :)) And this someone is a friend of mine who has greatly helped me. She's the one who helped turn my writing from holy-shit-you-should-not-be-allowed-to-write to okay-you're-getting-somewhat-better to you're-allowed-to-write-something-now to where it is today: your-writing-is-okay. And that is why this has just gone to top of my of 'MUST FINISH WRITING' list. (I know you readers want me to update my other stories, but I kinda owe this girl a lot.) Plus, she wanted to remain anonymous. Why, I have no idea. She's awesome. THAT RIGHT, YOU READ THAT. YOU. ARE. AWESOME. GIRL. :D

Come on, readers, give her your thanks! We can call her, um… We can call her bubblewrapgirl. COME ON EVERYONE, LET'S SAY THANKS TO bubblewrapgirl! :D THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING~!

Oh, and take my poll, please~

And, of course, thank you, dear readers, for reading this. :D Have a great morning/afternoon/evening!

P.S. This story will be updated next week. And that's no bullshit either. I already have the second chapter written. ;9

Your ice/water elemental,
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