A/N: This is going to be an extremely dark fic containing blood, violence, intimate scenes and hints of rape, pretty much everything that makes a rated M story.

So please if you cant handle stuff like that, run while there's still time

For those into that sort of thing, enjoy! And don't forget to review so i can determine if this is worth continuing based on your opinions.

Law watched the pink feathers bounce in time with the steps of his boss as he followed him into The Marionette, a brothel established as another business investment by Donquixote Doflamingo. The warlord just loved to profit from the misfortunes of others.

The young surgeon fixated his gaze on the back of his boss's feathered coat, ignoring the naked women that entertained the men at the base of their stages, his eyes purposely avoiding one in particular.

"Look what I brought home Law." Doflamingo sang.

Feeling her green eyes boring into him, he didn't dare glance from the safety of his peripherals as he continued on behind his boss, his neutral mask set on his features.

"A new kitten for our luxurious villa. Isn't she the sweetest looking thing?"

Law resisted the urge to sigh in sweet relief upon entering the private back office of Doflamingo, the sound of the door shutting behind him, separating himself from activities beyond it, music to his ears.


Law had averted his attention from the semi-dissected frog before him for this?

Doflamigo just spoke of bringing home a kitten, a new animal for him to possibly study and dissect, the plus of it being a mammal only sweetening the deal. It was just in time too. He had finished massacring the poor amphibian beyond recognition as he failed to perform a proper dissection, the corners of his textbook bloodied with red fingerprints as Law flipped through the pages to uncover where he could have possibly went wrong.

Yet what he was presented with was not the kitten as he first assumed. Placed before him was a little girl, her big green eyes alert and scared. Combined with her long black hair, she reminded Law of the ominous green-eyed black cats that lurked around outside the villa. Although close in resemblance, she was not the actual animal herself, which had Law mildly disappointed, resulting in him returning to his studies that were taking place on the beige marble floors.

"Now Law, don't be rude. Kittens her age need love and attention. I need you to keep her company while I go handle some business. I won't be long."

Law heard his master's footsteps waddle away to where ever he needed to be and turned his back on the timid girl to return to his project as he had his own pressing matters to attend to, such as where was he going to find another frog at this hour?

The little girl said nothing but he felt her eyes on him, watching with an intense gaze as he tried to make use of the squishy mess in front of him. Law suddenly felt pressured to impress, failing miserably as he struggled to make due with what he had. Doflamingo had spoiled him with the best of the best medical equipment but all of that didn't matter when his little specimen was beyond reconstructing. How could he prove himself to be a great surgeon one day if he renders his patients into piles of bloody mush?

"I have an extra frog if you need." The little girl spoke in a small voice, barely audible.

Law's head whipped back to look at her in bewilderment. "How on earth do you have a frog on your person right now?"

The little girl went rummaging into the front pocket of her dirtied yellow dress and Law completely turned himself around to face her to see if she indeed had what he needed. Round grey eyes studied her, estimating her age to be less than or equal to his ten years of life. She was emaciated and filthy, making it difficult to differentiate between dirt and the bruises that easily blackened her fragile form.

Digging through her second front pocket, forgetting it was stored in the left one, she pulled out a dead frog as promised. Little Law was absolutely stunned.

The young prodigy took his specimen from her with untrusting hands, not a drop of gratefulness or even a thank you. "What were you doing with a dead frog anyway?"

"I was saving it." She responded in her small voice.

He raised an eyebrow. "For?"

"To eat, just incase I couldn't find any food in the garbage."

Although Law wasn't expecting her answer to take such a dark turn, he didn't even bat an eye at her sad response. Instead, his intelligent mind was piecing everything together. It all made sense now, why Doflamingo brought her here and it was with that realization did Law pity her somewhat.

Dirtying her yellow dress by digging through another's trash for a bite to eat, it was obvious this child, this little girl had no future.

Doflamingo gravitated toward girls with no future.

Looks like Law wasn't going to be the only child prodigy taken under Doflamingo's pink, feathered wing but with that being said, that didn't mean he was in the same boat with this girl. Law was Doflamingo's protégé and with his guidance, will one day stand beside him on his ship as an immediate member for the Donquixote family. This little girl however, was not fortunate enough to have a similarly bright future, as Doflamigo had plans to prime and ready her to serve one of his most successful investments.


"You seem to be distracted. Am I boring you, Law?"

Law stiffened in his chair, startled from his stroll down past memories. "My apologies Donquixote-ya. You were saying?"

Doflamingo sighed, obviously not pleased with Law's lack of attention in their discussion but simply crossed his long legs and continued where he left off from behind his desk. He couldn't really be mad at Law, for he was one of his most loyal subordinates.

"My newest investment idea. I want you to be in charge of it."

Law expressed mild surprise. "Why me?" He didn't even know what new, twisted idea his master had come up with this time to make money off of someone else's misfortunes, probably because he had lost interest halfway through the conversation but the talk of attaching him to one of these operations had him up and alert. He wanted no part in Doflamingo's shady businesses.

"Well, with you're new Devil Fruit ability, you're the man for the job."

Law stared at him with an intense gaze, uncomfortable with his own lack of understanding, causing Doflamingo to laugh.

"Fufufufu…I want to start a black market organ business."

Law crossed his arms, finding this idea to be somewhat appealing to his tastes.

"Harvesting organs is a messy business with plenty of risks to bring it crashing down. Someone lacking medical expertise may damage the goods through improper extraction or poor storing methods. This is where you come in, obviously."

The blonde sat behind his desk with his hands folded beneath his chin, a sadistic grin plastered on his face from ear to ear. The flickering light bulb dangled from its string attached to the ceiling, illuminating only half of the warlord's face, making him look more dark and ominous than he had already appeared. After so many years of being surrounded by the man, observing his shady operations from a safe distance, it didn't really faze Law unless he thought about being on his master's shit list. It was only then that Law was unable to confirm or deny the possible fear he may have for the man.

Law simply nodded, deciding not to contribute any input and let Doflamingo continue.

"I'm going to conduct a test trial to see how much profit can be made, considering the amount of effort it takes to cover up the tracks, getting labor for the right price and so forth. I need someone who is meticulous with no history of mistakes. This will be the biggest project given to you so far so do not disappoint."

"I understand. Are we finished here?" Law asked with some impatience.

The blonde tilted his head in amusement, the light gleaming off his purple sunglasses. "Straight to the point as always, Law." He sighed before getting up from desk chair.

Law exited the office with his boss, following the tall man several feet before almost bumping into him due to his abrupt halt.

The young surgeon followed the gaze of his superior, hardened grey eyes finding the empty stage. It's pole looked rather bare without a naked female coiled around it.

No matter how many times Law had walked up and down the dingy red carpet of the aisle, it was always a race to the finish line being either Doflamingo's office or the exit. The fact that he was standing in the middle of all the action made him slightly uncomfortable, especially when he would feel her eyes upon him. What made him even more uneasy was that her eyes weren't on him this very moment, her presence missing. It seems as though Law could never be happy, whether she was around or not.

Doflamingo looked at the empty pole with a stern face. A provocative dancer severing drinks was summoned before her employer by his long, beckoning finger.

"Where is Kitten?" he growled at the half naked waitress, which caught Law's attention in a split second.

"W-well, last I saw her, she was entering one of the private rooms with a gentlemen." She answered nervously.

Doflamingo slammed his fist onto the stage, startling several other dancers and customers. Club activity always stopped for several minutes when it's owner was furious, his anger radiating throughout all corners of the establishment that somehow even women in the dressing room could sense the disturbance.

"I'm assuming against her own will since she knows just as well as you do that she is to strictly be on dance duty." Doflamingo grabbed the woman's throat, causing the drinks to spill onto the floor. "What room is she in?" he whispered dangerously.

Law watched, usually unfazed by Doflamingo's over the top antics but he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the handle of his nodachi as the situation registered.

The woman was gasping in his hold, struggling to find air for her answer. "R-Room 10." She didn't even finish pronouncing the syllable of last number as Doflamingo dropped her into a panting heap on the floor, darting toward the corridor of private rooms while her fellow concubines rushed to her aid.

Doflamingo stood for a split second before Room 10 with Law hot on his heels, not even bothering to make use the doorknob as he used his hulking frame to barge right in, the corner of his lip twitching in composed anger as he takes in the sight before him. Law peeked over from the side of his boss and soon felt his entire body shut down in a brief yet recoverable moment of systematic organ failure.

Her eyes were puffy and red, despite being the color of emerald gems as her sobs were muffled by the bind over her mouth. Tied behind her back were her wrists as her face was smothered into the carpeted floor, bent on her knees in the most demeaning position as her kidnapper still remain sheathed within her abused folds.

The man stared at the brothel owner with his mouth agape, eyes wide as life began its flash before his eyes, instinct instantly detecting death approaching. He slowly slipped himself out of the girl, drawing out a wince and muffled whimper, which immediately set Doflamingo off.

Thin, almost invisible strings became wrapped around the man's offending organ, the puppeteer tugging several times, just enough to allow what was about to happen register into his victim's head. A flick of his wrist pulled the strings, severing the member clean off resulting in a loud, agonized wail from the assailant. Doflamingo was in no mood to toy with the offender, thus ending the man's misery with a swift decapitation.

Blood squirted onto the young girls back, hot and sticky, similar to other bodily substances that have been shot there on countless occasions. Doflamingo quickly motioned for Law to gather her, his coat far too valuable to be stained with blood.

Despite the turmoil brewing something unpleasant in his stomach, Law pushed all thoughts aside to fulfill the task asked of him, slicing her binds and scooping her into his arms.

It was as if his ears were stuffed with cotton, the seductive music playing in the background mixed with horrified screams from the dancers as they saw their fellow co-worker bloodied in his arms, all muffled and unregistered. The edges of his vision blurred as the only thing in focus was the pink feathered coat of his boss as he was led upstairs to the spare beds for the brothel girls that had no place to go.

While Doflamingo set out to fetch a wet rag, Law placed the female onto the cot, taking several steps back until he hit the wall. His face was blank and expressionless, his usual neutral façade as he watched the blood between her legs stain the white bed sheets.

The blonde returned with a bowl of hot water and rag, saturating the cloth and wringing the excess before proceeding to clean her up, this rare display of kindness being no surprise to Law. She was Doflamingo's favorite after all. In more ways than one.

"My dearest Kitten. Always ending up in some kind of trouble requiring my rescue, hm?" the warlord said in a sickeningly sweet voice. It made Law want to vomit.

The girl named Kitten didn't really respond, still recovering from the shock of her ordeal. Doflamingo had let it slide…this time and cleaned up the majority of the mess along her thighs before remembering he had a conference call with his people at the auction house that was originally supposed to take place after his meeting with Law, before he became caught up in this little mishap.

"It really saddens me to leave in your time of need but know that Daddy Doffy is always here to protect you." The blonde cooed before planting a firm yet loving kiss on her lips. Straightening himself, he turned to Law. "Fix her up. Do whatever it is you need to do." With that, Law's boss saw himself out.

Law sighed, gathering the tools he had stowed away under a loose floorboard since there was really no other appropriate place to store them, the upstairs of the brothel empty from lack of furniture. What little belongings that belonged to these women were scattered on top or under their beds and not trusting these wenches with his precious medical tools as they may sell them for a quick berri, he decided this peculiar storage space would suit his needs.

Law did his best to push the brief exchange between Kitten and Doflamingo out of his thoughts but it was no use as it had always disturbed him to see his boss anywhere near his childhood friend, knowing off all the sick, twisted things had had done to her behind the fake, lovey dovey facade. Perhaps Doflamingo did have somewhat of a genuine love for her, giving Kitten special treatment and privileges that the other women could only dream of having, but Law immediately shook his head at the thought. If Doflamingo had love for her, it was of the sick, twisted kind, the type abused women struggled to escape from.

Law pulled out the black bag and picked the instruments necessary, quieting his thoughts for now. All tools were strictly devised for female anatomy since Law represented the health care plan that came with the job of working at The Marionette. It was one of the less appealing tasks Law's boss had presented him with, making him conduct frequent examinations in search of possible venereal diseases to the point where he was able to differentiate between the females simply by taking a peek at their cervix.

Law had seen countless female genital, but for reasons unexplained, a slight flush would always creep its way on his tan cheeks when he saw hers.

The young surgeon cleared his throat softly, snapping on his gloves and shaking off whatever useless emotions that clung to him, threatening to peel back the layers of disciplined neutrality.

Law gently eased the speculum inside of her abused folds, careful to avoid the tears inside her walls as he took a sample with a cotton swab to examine later. Strange how he avoided her uncomfortable gaze by keeping his eyes fixated between her legs. Law reached for an antibacterial cream, generously coating two latex fingers before slipping them inside to heal her sore walls.

"Just like old times." She murmured, causing Law to pause as another flashback seized his mind.


A fourteen-year old Law shuffled down the marble hallway of his luxury home shared with his master Doflamingo, cozy in black and yellow stripped pajamas and white, spotted house slippers. Despite being a young teen, Law had a mature palette that craved the flavor strong, robust coffee in the morning and proceeded his journey through the villa to prepare himself some. There was no other route to take him downstairs to the kitchen without passing Doflamingo's room, which had always sent unwanted chills down the teens back not in fear of his master, but fear for what he does to her behind closed doors.

With a deep breath, Law took extra long strides to pass his masters quarters in the shortest amount of time possible, but the whimpers behind one of the mahogany double doors left ajar caught his attention. It took several years to learn how to disregard the startling cries that came from that room ever since Kitten's arrival, but the temptation to take a peek, knowing Doflamigo had just left this morning for a voyage, was too great to ignore. He wanted to see just what exactly went on in there.

Law pushed the door open with a soft creak, tip toeing carefully inside. The open french doors to the terrace of the ocean view invited a gentle breeze that swept past the sheer white curtains, fluttering them in the air. The morning sun poured in, bathing its light on the white fabrics of the bed sheets to create a fresh, heavenly glow.

Law listened for the soft sobs that seemed to be coming from underneath the goose down duvet. Carefully climbed on to the bed, he slowly crawled to the mound beneath the sheets, pulling them back halfway to see Doflamingo's Kitten beneath, eyes slightly swollen from tears.

"What's your problem?" he said in a flat voice. Maybe she simply was a cry baby; missing her past life of possibly having a home or a family, if that ever was the case. He honestly didn't care.

"It hurts." She whimpered.

Law sighed, not expecting to play doctor just moments after getting out of bed but he always welcomed a medical challenge. "What hurts? Tell me where."

She covered her face and shook her head, too embarrassed to say. Law rolled his grey eyes, pulling the duvet cover all the way back only to just barely choke down a mortified gasp.

Bright vibrant blood stained the sheets between her legs and Law did his best to access the situation in a professional manner, ignoring the panic that flooded through him more easily than he would have ever allowed. Law examined his now-patient, recalling how she was just around his age, the ever so complicated pre-teens.

"This is nothing serious. Your body is simply becoming of age. Let me get my textbook and some tools just in case."

Law scurried to his room and back; arms filled with his medical items and dumped them onto the plush bed.

He flipped the pages of his book until he found the chapter explaining the female reproductive system. Law skimmed the paragraphs, which seemed to confirm his assumption. "See, it says it right here. I'm going to clean you up now. I'd hate to see you get yelled at by Donquixote-ya."

Law took some gauze and rubbing alcohol to act as a cleaning rag but as soon as he pressed it to her thighs, Kitten let out a loud wail, startling the pre-med student.

"What? It's not supposed to hurt unless you put it on an open wound."

It was as if someone wrote the word 'realization' on a brick and threw it through the open window to crack Law right upside the head.

That was exactly what it felt like when Law looked down to see the abused skin. He fetched a rag from the conjoining bathroom and dampened it in the sink, sprinkling just a couple of drops of alcohol to hopefully add some disinfecting power and rushed back onto the bed, cleaning up her thighs before getting to the hard part.

Law returned to his textbook for anything about treating injuries 'down there', ignoring the questions of 'how' and 'why' that pressed him. Law was in treatment mode and the fact that this was his only peer, made it that much more important to him.

"I need you to remain still. This is going to hurt." Law warned in a flat tone before pressing the rag between her legs.

Kitten snatched the nearby pillow and smothered her face into it to muffle her cries of pain, practically suffocating herself until Law finished.

She went to curl into a ball on her side but Law pulled her knee back open. "I'm not done. If you want the pain to go away quick, I need to administer some healing cream."

He heard a couple of sniffles before seeing her head nod with uncertainty and reached for jar that accompanied the other scattered items on the bed. Snapping on a latex glove, he coated his fingers and proceeded to smooth the cream over whatever cuts he came across. He heard a soft sigh from Kitten's end, as the cool cream soothed her inflamed skin.

A small smile appeared at the corner of Law's mouth as he was somewhat pleased to see his first human patient relieved from pain by his own hands but a frown soon took over as he was given time to think about what could have possibly caused this. It couldn't have been Doflamingo…could it? He treats her with the same care as he treats Law, if not better. So what gives?

Despite the many questions, Law felt now wasn't the time to get answers. He dipped his fingers into her, earning a pained wince that tugged on something deep within him.

He really did feel sorry for her, a seldom emotion that didn't come often to the medical student, not even when he sliced into animals while they were still breathing. If only there was a way to not just eliminate the pain but perhaps replace it with something else. As complex as human anatomy was, Law knew better than anyone else that the body possesses an equal balance of power to moderate the workings within. If the body could undergo such excruciating agony, then there had to be something absolutely exquisite to experience as well.

Law's eyes swept through the paragraphs to see if there was anything else he could apply to his patient when he caught the thick bold print above the section explaining how women receive pleasure. Law raised a surprised brow, not expecting his textbook to contain such information but he wasn't about to question the author who had decades of medical experience. A little unorthodox though, as Law's young and slightly naïve mind had always perceived the key to a woman's happiness was to bring her flowers, chocolates, and your testicles in a little red box with a pretty bow. He was not willing to go the extent of handing over his manhood at the early age of fourteen, so Law was willing to try the textbook option, as strange as it seemed. Of course life decided to give him a pop quiz on female parts, the one chapter he decided to skip, deeming it useless for future use.

Eyes fixated on the page, his fingers carefully mimicked the ones in the diagram,curving up slightly to brush against something within Kitten that had her release a yelp that Law couldn't quite translate.

"Did that hurt?" he asked calmly.

Kitten's eyebrows furrowed, uncertainty written on her features. "Yes and no…I don't know."

A slight thrill sparked within Law, feeling as though he was seconds away from a major medical breakthrough. "Wait, let me try again."

Kitten quickly closed her legs. "I don't know what game this is but I don't want to play anymore."

Law gasped as if he was greatly offended. "Game? Science is not a game," he spoke. "Besides, I'm doing this because my book says it will make you feel good."

When she made a face that implied she was somewhat curious yet uncertainty held her back, he put a gentle hand on her knee to coax out her consent. "Trust me, I'm a doctor."

"Not yet." She retorted.

Law flashed a lazy smile. "Well, help me get there by allowing me to practice on you. Please?"

Kitten hummed it over, before shyly nodding her head. "Fine, but not right now. I'm achy and hungry."

"I was just about to get coffee and breakfast. Would you like to join me?"

"I don't think I could walk just yet. Do you mind bringing me some?" There was a slight hint of shame in her voice, as if embarrassed to ask such a small favor.

Law pursed his lips, not exactly liking the idea of serving the girl, but considering her condition, he let it slide. You never see doctors allowing their patients to fetch food for themselves. These simply were the things that came along with being a medical practitioner.

"Fine. I better not see this turn into a habit." He said sternly before hopping off the bed. "I'll be right back."

Law rushed out the door, only to back up and peek his head through the doors.

"How do you like your coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee." She responded.

"I'll just make it light and sweet for you."

With that, Law went to retrieve some food, excitement fueling his steps. He had never had breakfast in bed before, and was looking forward to sharing that experience with someone else.


Law pulled the instrument out, his voice laid back and soft. "You make it sound as if they were the happiest moments from your childhood."

"Our childhood," she emphasized as she somehow managed to get herself up. She only made it three steps, a heavy limp in each one before collapsing into the swift arms that caught her. Law almost collapsed himself as the feeling of her against him after so long practically rendered him to mush. He may have possibly found something more debilitating than seastone.

"I would rather not see my efforts in healing you undone simply because you choose to be stubborn," Law growled as he pushed her onto the bed, not even feeling an ounce of sympathy when her face contorted in pain. "Now sit down, rest and cover yourself up."

"I'm an exotic dancer, Law. Being naked is natural for me."

Law's face hardened, grey eyes sharp and gleaming with silent fury. He angrily grabbed the sheet and tossed it over her before storming toward the exit, footsteps slamming down the stairs. It angered him to see just how content she was with being what she was, doing what she did. Law wasn't even happy with his place and he was much higher on the Donquixote caste system than she was.

This was the exact reason why he loathed coming into the brothel. Kitten's presence was always accompanied by a trip down memory lane, retracing every past event, counting every footstep along the way that had eventually led them to now. No matter how hard he tried to forget, he learned to live with the skeletons that seemed to repeatedly revive along with the memories he tried to bury with them.

Law knew deep down in his gut that this was not the path for him to follow, for both of them to follow. He heard his calling somewhere in the distance barely audible. He knew it was there, but it was finding it that proved to be the challenge.

One day, he didn't know when but he knew somewhere on a calendar was marked with the day he was going to break free.

Law mentally corrected himself.

They were going to break free. Together.