Shattered Memories
Stupid Doctors!
Word count for this chapter: 8,507
Disclaimer: Honestly, if I owned One Piece, I would probably have a computer that does not FREEZE EVERY TIME I TRY TO WORK ON MY STORIES!
Warnings: Swearing and blood, and a little bit of ooc not much else that you really need to watch out for.
Hello again! Sorry for the wait, but my computer kept on freezing, and it's hard to really get into the story when that happens. The good news is that I managed to write up to chapter five and am working on chapter six. But I need your opinion, what should Killer's last name be? I am horrible at names, whether it's remembering them, or making them up. So... help.
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If Law thought that sitting up with all of those injuries in the hospital hurt, then the pain he was experiencing now would be considered as sheer torture. The doctor with the pink suite had pushed his bed into the surgery room, and was stitching his wounds shut right now. But of course, one huge factor had been the cause of this scrutinizing pain, and he blamed it all on the doctor attending to him at that moment.
After all, Law wasn't on any pain killers.
Sure he had the ones left flowing in his bloodstream after the first injection, but it wasn't going to last long. His body was always like that. Anything that was unfamiliar in his body was quickly disposed of. This included alcohol, drugs, poison, anything that wasn't naturally in his body was soon gone, with poison and drugs, it was like a blessing, but with antibiotics and sometimes alcohol, it was dreadful.
So that was why the painfully short life-span of the painkillers was tormenting Law's consciousness, and it didn't seem like he was going to get anymore soon.
Because the doctor forgot to say one more thing. The reason he was told to do Law's surgery was because they had an inadequate amount of available doctors, so much that they told one of the newer arrivals to help with surgery. Of course, this was also because a whole lot of patients had arrived as well, and by patients, they mean police officers fresh from a battle.
Unit 7 had returned from a war between two smaller gangs, but they were a rowdy bunch, both of them were known to cause mayhem and panic whenever they fought. The policemen were dispatched to protect the innocents and so that no civilians were hurt. Now, as mentioned earlier, these two groups were strong, very strong, and that made up for the lack of men.
The end of the fight resulted in many wounded officers and a very short–handed hospital. Thankfully, they didn't use that many bullets seeing as the police still had control over the trafficking of arms, but they still came back with broken bones, knife cuts, amputations... Most of the pain killers were administered to the people who were still conscious, and since Law was thought to be unconscious, was not given any to dull the pain.
However, anybody who knew Law (And remembered enough to tell the tale) could say with confidence that he was one hell of an actor (Except for his smirk which seems to be the one facial expression he can't hide. In fact, it seems that he intentionally smirks like that just to get a reaction out of someone). So despite the nervousness he felt when a needle poked a whole through his flesh and dragging the thread through, tightening it all the while, he didn't move. Even though the pain threatened his eyes to water and for him to scream his throat hoarse, he didn't move. Even though his muscles twitched and his breath was becoming ragged, he kept a strait face and looked unconscious.
But the feeling that caused Law the most uncomfort by far, was fear. He had never once been operated on by another, the only time that happened was probably when he was born, since it was impossible for him to... never mind. After that, the... the incident happened, and since then, Law had to do it himself. He wasn't allowed to go to a proper hospital or medic, and he certainly wasn't allowed to use the 'Facility's' special hospital, this led to Law doing it himself. In the beginning, he had to dress his wounds, then as he grew up, and he had popped the joints back into their sockets. More time passed and he had to nurse broken bones and make casts. Never had someone done it for him, at least not as far as he could remember...
But all of his thoughts were driven out as he felt another needle slide into the flesh of his left arm. The pain burning, causing him to to bite his lips in attempt not to make a sound. He barely noticed the iron taste overflowing in his mouth, all that was registered in his mind was the pain and sheer terror of the man currently helping him. 'How ironic, a doctor afraid of another doctor's needles'. Law wished, no begged for the relief of unconsciousness. Then the pain would have dulled. Then the fear would have stopped. Then he would have been able to float in nothingness where... nothing would have gone wrong, he would still be in the past... the past that was less then perfect. The past which was... shattered.
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Kidd looked at the door where the doctor had pushed Law through. He sighed loudly through his mouth and leaned back into the chair until he was literally half off of the seat, head resting on the back rest. Penguin looked almost as confused, but not nearly as frustrated.
Kidd was a man who was egotistical, and the fact that he just played by Law's games for even a few minuets was bad enough. Never mind the fact that he already knew Kidd' last name while Kid didn't know Law's, never mind the fact that Kidd didn't see the moment when Law got up and had started to listen in to the conversation, never mind the fact that his eyes were so- aarrrgggghhhhhhh!
Kidd's fist involuntarily flew and slammed into the wall, leaving a small dent. Both of the men could hear a womanly scream and clattering of metal objects on the ground through the thin walls. Kidd didn't care at all, Penguin however, ran through the doors to help the lady up. He could hear Penguin talking to the lady and most likely helping her up.
When Penguin walked into the room again, Kidd had decided that he has had enough. He slowly got out of the chair and walked out. He approached the front desk where the new desk lady was scribbling something down on a black notebook. As he approached, the phone rang and the green haired lady picked it up, talking into the receiver. Kidd eyed the green hair, "And I thought that my red hair was freaky" Kidd muttered, shaking his head as he hurried through the door. Before he could leave ear-shot though, Monet called after him.
"Mister Eustass Kidd,", she was holding a hand to the receiver of the phone. Kidd turned around and saw her walking towards him after putting the phone down on the desk.
"What?" he really wanted to go home and take a nap before doing anything else. He had also promised Killer that he would go to the park later, apparently Killer noticed a gang of drug dealers and wanted to beat them up. Of course, Kidd wanted to join as well, but that means he can only sleep for an hour at most before leaving again. So he wanted to get home as soon as possible so he could sleep a little longer. But it seems that Monet wasn't going to let him.
Monet stopped her brisk walk as she looked up to the towering figure of Eustass Kidd, she was a whole head shorter then him. She was standing right in front of him, with only a few centimeters separated their bodies. Kidd felt colder now then he did when he was about to step out the door. He decided to blame the colder weather they had that day despite it being in the middle of June. Monet showed no signs of noticing the change in temperature. "Could you tell me what you think of our... patient?".
Kidd narrowed his eyes, confused that he was asked to say something like that. "...Why?" he would be lying if he trusted this lady more then the last one which turned out to be a spy. In fact, his instincts were practically screaming at him 'THIS PERSON IS SUSPICIOUS! DO NOT TRUST HER! (Also, she's a bitch)', and Kidd's instincts were almost always right, and so he wasn't planning on sharing any information, regardless of how annoying the guy was and how much he would love to tell someone private information just to annoy him.
The lady in question however, made no sign of noticing Kidd's uneasiness, instead she seemed to be focusing entirely on giving Kidd a good reason. Apparently, Monet thought that just asking was enough for Kidd to tell her what she wants, well, the only one who could do that was Killer, and that was because if Kidd didn't answer immediately, Killer starts bitching like a pregnant woman and eventually making Kidd say more then necessary. Which never ends well in Kidd's case. Monet wasn't Killer and so she wasn't going to get an answer unless she gave a really good reason, and sometimes, even a really good reason jut isn't good enough, times like when the asker was a bitch like her.
"Well... I wanted to know how patient was doing, I wasn't told of anything else, other then what I told you... and I'm not allowed inside... won't you tell me what you learned?" a fake innocence was sparkling in her eyes, but it was made all the more fake by the smirk she was wearing on her face. Kidd's eyes twitched, he swore, if he saw another smirk, he was going to rip the guy's lips off of his face and stitch it back on upside down so the bastard would be stuck frowning the rest of his life.
Kidd tried to calm down and say the next few line slowly, "Why don't you go ask the guy yourself then? I'm sure he will be more willing to answer your questions then I will be," but the words came out at a low hiss with a threat evident with the slow tempo he was using. Monet was either a timid person, or she knew how to read between the lines and wisely backed off. Kidd growled at her once before walking out side.
When he stepped out the door, he was met with a cool breeze which made his jacket gently flap against his torso. He enjoyed the change of temperature from blistering hot to cool as he made his way to his black and red motor cycle. It would take a few minuets to make it back to his apartment if he obeyed by the speed limit. Kidd smirked, hell, he grinned as he pulled down his goggles, he didn't like the helmet which covered his entire face, so it was shoved into the bag which was strapped on the side (His own touch). He put the key in and turned it to the right, and kicked up the kick stand. He pushed the 'Engine kill button' to on, pressed on the clutch, and pressed down on the yellow button. The familiar roar and vibration filled his ears, and he enjoyed the sensation it filled him with. He shifted to first and let go of the clutch, the motorcycle drove out of the parking lot for the police/hospital.
Once he got onto the road, he shifted to second, then third gear and zoomed down the street, wind blasting in his face, causing his unzipped jacket to flap even harder behind him. Being the son of a cop didn't stop him from going over the seed limit, and he relished in the feeling of freedom. There weren't too many cars out at that time, so Kidd wasn't too worried about crashing. And the few that were out were easily bypassed by Kidd. The ride to his apartment was uneventful and he parked his bike in a space where another bike (Belonging to Killer) was parked. The two bikes took up the whole space and no one argues about it. Kidd quickly locked his bike's brakes and made his way to his floor.
Once Kidd open the door to his room, he shrugged off his jeans and jacket, and dove into the bed. Before he snoozed off, he glanced at the clock, the red light showed it was twelve o'clock, Killer told him to meet him at one, he had an hour. In minuets Kidd was snoring and dreaming about the bloodshed that was going to happen soon.
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Law sighed as he was finally rolled back into the room where he was once again hooked up to the pointless machine and some blood bags. He would have turned the machine's beeping off, but his arms were numb from the sheer amount of pain he went through in the short amount of time. Both of his previous visitors were gone, which left Law a little glad that Smoker's son and Penguin weren't around to pry, but bored seeing as there wasn't anyone to talk to or tease. 'Speaking of teasing...' Law smirked, 'That Eustass Kidd was funny, just like his father...'. Law frowned, the fact that Kidd was here, meant that his father was here somewhere as well, and after... the incident... Law wasn't all to eager to meeting the man. He would surely ask too many questions for his own good.
No, Law couldn't meet Smoker again.
He sat up, cringing as the stinging of his newly dressed wounds demanded that he lay down. Breathing heavily, Law tapped his casts, seeing as the numbness was dull enough that he could somewhat feel with his... arm again. Both of his legs were covered in the hard casing, and he was still completely wrapped in bandages. He growled at the white fabric covering every inch of his body. He noticed a doctor walking towards the door before he saw her walk through the door. But there wasn't enough time to do anything, so he could only watch as an old lady made her way through the door.
When their eyes met, the old lady observed Law, and Law was busy trying to see how long it would take to knock her out, he knew that he wasn't supposed to be up - and the doctor should know that - and unless he wanted to be probed by curious doctors and who knows what else, he should not let them find out. However, he was surprised by the lady when she started laughing, or cackling (which ever fits better), when she saw Law. The old lady started to chug a bottle of liquor which she brought with her to the room. If Law was a conventional doctor, he would have been repulsed by the fact that she brought alcohol to a hospital, but Law was not, and never would be considered a conventional doctor.
After a few gulps (Which couldn't be too good for her bladder, considering her age) she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and sighed "Ha! I knew it! Those doctors needed more training if they couldn't tell an unconscious man from a conscious one.", she leaned against the door and drank some more, "Calling them-selves Isshi-100, Ha! I need to retrain the whole lot of them!".
Law just looked on at the old lady's rambling. She was acting too hyper for her age, and was drinking an unimaginable amount. The old lady didn't seem to even consider her age limits, she wore a short shirt showing off her belly piercing, and a purple jacket along with purple pants. A pair of round sunglasses rested in her white blonde hair. Law guessed her to be around one hundred thirty-hundred forty years old, and as a doctor, was wondering why she was still so... energetic.
The women's eyebrow raised as she regarded Law "Do you want to know the secret of my youthfulness?" she asked in all seriousness.
Law's eyebrow raised and joined hers at the top of their heads, "Honestly? Yes, I am wondering why you are still... standing.".
The lady began laughing that sounded suspiciously like that of a witch's, throwing her head up so that she was laughing at the celling. "You know, you are the first one who actually wants to know, and so, you are the first one I am going to deny.". She looked down at Law again, this time with a soft smile on her lips, like a grandma's.
Law decided to ignore the fact that the old lady was somewhat irritating, "Okay then, could you please tell me what the reason for your visit is?" seriously, Law would prefer it if the lady wasn't somehow related to his past in any way. It was the best thing for her, and him.
Apparently, god, fate, Zeus, whoever is up there that determines his fate, hates him. "You had some sort of relationship with the whole 'Joker' gangs right? Have you ever heard of someone called Trafalgar Law?".
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Kidd walked down to the riverside where Killer was waiting for him. As he approached his friend (Who for some reason always wore this weird bike helmet whenever they fought) he could see their opponents on the other side of the water, getting ready to cross the bridge. It was an old looking bridge made out of wood and peeling white paint, whenever someone crossed it, creaking noises could be heard on the other side. Which is why most of the people would use the newer one further up river. He counted twenty men, all were armed. Kidd grinned, "How did you get them to confess to the drugs?".
"I didn't, I just told them that I was going to say something about it to my friend who happened to be with the police. I also happened to mention I was going to be alone with my friend on Saturday at one o'clock near the river. Alone" Kidd could tell Killer was smirking, most likely at how easy it was for him to make the other gangsters 'Dance' to his rhythm. Well, Killer was considered a gangster as well, pretty much anyone who fights these days and is not a police is considered a gangster these days. Kidd would have been as well, but his father being a police and all...
Those thoughts were for another time. The others had already noticed Kidd and Killer on the other side of the river, and were starting to cross the wooden bridge. Kidd cracked his knuckles, in preparation of the upcoming fight. The first ten had made it across already, and Kidd was already disappointed. Many of them looked like they had never been in a fight, the way that they were just recklessly swinging their bats or knives and what not with a confident sneer, wasting energy. They looked excited, like they weren't about to enter a fight where they were about to get pummeled. They were all newbies who didn't know the first thing to do in a battle. Kidd sighed, fighting those kind of fighters were always annoying, they assumed they weren't going to leave with anything worse then a few scratches, but Kidd knew that a punch from him would leave a nasty black mark if not break the bone.
Those poor men, they aren't going to leave 'Unscarred'.
This wasn't going to take long at all, and it wasn't going to be an exciting match. Kidd decided he was going to sit this one out, he sat down on the grass, away from where the newbies were charging at. "You deal with this, these guys aren't worth my time." Kidd muttered, stifling a yawn. Killer shrugged, but it was obvious that he he wasn't planning on going all out either, since he hadn't taken his hand guards out.
"These guys are the lackeys, but their higher ups have to be better, if we are lucky, their boss will show up.". Killer started stretching for the fight. Kidd thought that that was completely unnecessary, but was interested by what Killer just said.
"Boss?"
"Yeah," Killer started running towards the group, fast enough that he would have set a new world record, "I heard-," Killer had started to pummel the group as they were still in shock at his speed, all the while shouting to Kidd, "That their boss is-," Killer ducked under a knife which flew past his head, wielded by a newbie who obviously didn't know what he was dealing with. You do not make wide movements like that when you are wielding a knife, it leaves you open for attacks, and you never attack with a knife period when you are in the middle of a crowd of people who are your allies. Because it didn't stop and stick where it was supposed to, it continued to fly until it stabbed one of their own men in the gut. Killer was behind them in a flash, and kicked the stabber into the stabbed. "Kuro. Didn't your dad say he was-," someone brought a chainsaw and decided it would be smart to show it off to Killer, Killer, the guy who had such a large obsession with rotating blades that he custom ordered one to fight with. He took one look at it and decided he wanted it. Killer stopped the vibrating saw when it was aimed at his gut by kicking the plastic handle away from his body, grabbed the handle, yanked it out of the owner's hands, and proceed to nearly hack someone's arm off, bold gushing everywhere. "In jail or dead or something?". Kidd could tell that, under the mask, Killer was grinning like a maniac, and add the bloodied chain-saw...
After Killer had bathed everyone in a sea of blood, the 'Fighters' started to run away, some were even screaming for their mommys. The one with the... injured arm, was just lying there. At first Kidd thought that the pain kept him from moving, but upon closer inspection, it turned out he fainted.
Kid got up and stretched, "Well yeah, I guess he must have gotten the wrong guy or something.". If this was the 'Kuro of a hundred plans' then that would make for an interesting opponent, if not... someone's going to get slaughtered just a little bit sooner. Not much difference in Kidd's books.
Killer snorted, "So much for my 'Faith' in police officers,".
Kidd rolled his eye's at his friend's remark, "Yeah well, you don't have to have any faith seeing as how you are a gangster.".
Killer only shrugged at the accusation. Neither denying nor agreeing. However, Kidd's attention was brought to the other ten people now making their way across the bridge. Those people weren't rookies at fighting, but not nearly seasoned fighters. However, not every strong fighter had to be seasoned, but from what Kidd could see, the people were neither, just in between at best. Kidd still didn't see the point in getting serious, so he decided he might as well loosen up his muscles, and unless he was fighting them all alone, that wasn't going to happen. Killer got the unspoken message and sat down to let Kidd do his thing, and the first thing Kidd did was kick the unconscious body of the chainsaw idiot into the river. Killer acted as if he didn't see that, but he didn't really care either way.
When the group of men were finally over the bridge, they decided that it would be best to fight Kidd one on one. So Kidd watched as a group of men older then him line up and take turns to fight him. The first one was a fat and ugly one with many scars one his face. Kidd didn't pay much attention to the man since he was flying into the river to join the other idiot from one punch. Kidd was not impressed, he gestured with his hands for them all to attack at once, and apparently that was all it took for them to agree. Nine grown men all jumped at Kidd swinging around their weapons, and nine grown men were lying on the ground, beaten in a mere five minuets. It didn't help their case that they barely ever went to the gym, seeing as they mainly used their self-inflicted scars to scar off, they weren't fighters, yet they were better then the other group of people. One guy actually managed to punch Kidd, of course that ended him up with...(One-two-three-four- ) five broken ribs and a slightly dented brain.
As Kidd was kicking the bodies to see if anyone was still conscious, he heard slow clapping. He turned his head to look at Killer, but the blond only shook his head while shrugging. "Good work," Kidd froze, he knew that tone of voice, He quickly charged at the sound and it changed quickly into a startled yelp as a fist collided with his face. Yes, Kidd knew that voice. Only someone who was smirking could make that that kind of obnoxious tone, and Kidd had promised himself to fucking kill the next guy who was smirking. And that was a promise that Kidd was planning on keeping.
Before he noticed the shadows on his back, Kidd heard the sound of metal hitting metal. He turned around to see two men (Wearing... cat... ears...?) with small claw-like blades on their gloves. Apparently, they were planning on stabbing him in the back, but they were stopped by Killer who had his scythes on. Killer looked at Kidd over his shoulder and half asked half joked, "What got up your pants?" Kidd rolled his eyes. One time, one time, a fish somehow ended up in his swimming shorts after getting out from the sea when they were at he beach, and he screamed like a girl, one time and Killer still couldn't let it go. That happened years ago, and also the main reason that Kidd refuses to go swimming as much as physically possible.
"I have a thing with connecting the words smirks and mauling, I blame it on the cross word puzzle that is my life." Killer focused on the man who was getting back up. He wore a black suit and had those claw gloves like the other two, only his blades were a couple of decimeters longer. "Oh, and don't think that just because your back is to me and you're wearing a mask that I can't tell that you're smirking.". The clashing of metal commenced again, but Kidd didn't turn around, he trusted Killer to be able to fight off two people, and it takes allot to get Kidd to trust someone.
Of course, it would have helped if the said person wasn't smirking, because he's seen enough of those already.
The man got back up and stood in a dignified manner, as if he wasn't just sucker punched. He slid his glasses up to the top of his nose, somehow the lens didn't brake in the fall. Kidd was expecting the guy to start yelling at him, but instead, he got another chuckle and smirk. Kidd decided that he should wait and see what the man had to say before ripping his lips out so he could never speak again.
"Why, when my men told me they saw the Killer-",
Kidd swung his head around so that he was facing Killer who was still fighting the two men, "The Killer?".
Kill pushed away the fat one who was trying to push past his scythes to cut him, and jumped on his head. Somehow shrugging in mid-air, "I don't know, I beat a bunch of guys up, they ask me my name, I tell them it's Killer, and it's my new nickname.", the moment he landed, he pushed off with his feet. With the jump start, he ran much faster then he did before and was practically a blur as he passed right in between the two cat... people. Slicing with his scythes as he did. He was already two meters away and crouching when the blood splurted out of the cuts he made. As Killer stood up, the two men (Grown men who were wearing Kitty Ears) fell down. He walked past the two lying on the ground and sat on the grass, waiting for Kidd to finish up, so Kidd turned to face the man again.
The other man made no change in expression even though he was interrupted (Again) and watched as two of his men fell. The only thing he did was fumble with his glasses again and continued when Kidd looked at him again. "Yes, the Killer, I thought they were just trying to escape my wrath, but I am so glad that I came anyways. Now I will be able to beat not only a famed fighter, but the son of a cop. I must say, this was exceeding my expectations.".
Kidd looked at the man with an obvious 'Are You An Idiot' look. Well, he could assume that the man was Kuro by the mention of plans, but apparently he needed new glasses. Did he not just see Kidd and Killer dispatch his men with ease? Or was he really just that confident in his skills? Kidd could feel his blood start to boil. Even if it turned out that Kuro wasn't all that strong, Kidd would still have a fun time shoving all of those swords up the guy's ass.
Kidd's degrading look turned into that of a wide (Somewhat sadistic) grin. He crouched down, ready to strike, and Kuro took his own form of stance, however he faltered when he noticed that Killer was making no move to get up. "The Massacre Man isn't going to fight?", once again, Kidd's head went swiveling to face Killer's and all he got was a shrug.
"Seemed to have picked up that one as well." Killer didn't seem to care about how both of his names meant murder. Kidd was going to have allot of explaining to do once his dad figures out that he is friends with a 'Massacre Man'. Kidd groaned just at the thought of it. His old man was fine with him going out and beating people up, but being the friend of a gangster was 'Against his principles'.
Kidd admittingly felt a little bit bad about ignoring Kuro so often, but on the other hand, he didn't care. "I want to pent out some stress and maybe get a workout, not watch as a yellow blur runs around slashing a black blur for all of five minuets.". Kidd had read Kuro's files, he was a fast fighter, and could run so fast that normal people couldn't even follow with their eyes. Well, Killer's like that too, and Kidd did want to get a little bit of sweat going before leaving the park, so why not try to catch a huge bug?
Kuro only looked at Kidd like he was the idiot and sighed. Kidd could feel his eye twitch at the sound. He decided that that was that, Kuro's going down in the most slow, painful, humiliating way possible.
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BAM! BAM! BAM!
Law slammed his head against the conveniently placed wall on his right, cursing the heavens. Of course she just had to ask about that. Now the question was, how did she know him? Law was certain that he had never met this person before. Just as a trickle of crimson blood started flowing from a wound he reopened, he felt hands grad his shoulders and slam him back down into the bed, making pain surge up from the wounds on his back.
"Goddamnit. Don't act like that! You'll open up your wounds! Now lie down like a good boy, and answer my question!". The old lady had her hands on her hips while leaning down, scolding Law like he didn't know the first thing about medical practises. This of course irritated Law much more then anything that Kidd could have done. But, being able to calm down his nerves and not blow up in another's face was a skill he learned early on in his life. So he ignored the shouts in his head screaming 'Shut the fuck up you bitch! Why don't I open up your ribcage and squeeze out your heart? Oh, it's been a long time since I've done that, I might squeeze too hard and your heart will-'.
"Why do you assume I know the name of Trafalgar Law?". It was best to focus on other things, more important things so that Law doesn't lose all control and start destroying everything in his reach.
The women squinted at Law, trying to decide whether Law was trustworthy enough to share he information with. She sighed, curiosity winning against caution. "I know this little kid who went missing a few years ago. When he came back he was... different... he kept on coming to the police station asking if someone named Trafalgar Law had come by. Eventually I got the little guy to tell me what was up.". The woman looked at Law, searching for any signs or hints to what he was thinking, and Law made sure that she saw none. "He told me, with the promise of never telling anybody else, that he was captured by 'Joker', he also said that the only reason that he got out was because he was helped by this Trafalgar Law to escape, so now I'm asking you, did you get help from Law as well?".
Law's first reaction was to doubt her loyalties seeing as how she just told a complete stranger something her... friend? Asked her to keep secret. But , he was glad that she did. After all, he gained some important info. There are people other then Smoker who knows who he is, and have access to this certain police station, meaning that there were victims who lived not too far away. Smoker and the rest of the police still haven't found Joker's true identity yet, and there are possibly more people who know his name and... occupation. This kid was foolish to tell someone else about him, but Law needed find out who this 'Kid' was first...
"Really? What was his name?".
The woman smiled, proudly, "His name is Chopper, he is my best student and a doctor in training."
'Ah, so it was Chopper', Law vaguely remembered the young boy. 'Such terrible things was that they did to him'. When Law had met Chopper, he was around nine years old, but even then, he showed promise for the medical arts, but Law didn't know whether the boy would continue to pursue his dreams after... what they did to his body...
Law shook his head to clear himself of all of the irrelevant thoughts in his head. He needed to focus, not to reminisce about the past.
"Why should I tell you? This... Chopper told you his secret when he told you not to tell anyone else, yet here you are, telling me. Someone who might not have anything to do with that.". Law's face turned sour, "Or I might be from Joker's crew, telling me that someone has escaped and who has helped him is... dangerous for both of them.".
The woman only laughed at this, with her witch cackle, before downing more of her drink. After a few moments of drinking, she frowned and shook the bottle upside down, showing there was no more liquor in it. "Yes, yes, that may be true, but from the way you spoke, I don't think that you're one of 'Joker's', as for why...". The old lady walked towards the bed, tossing the empty bottle into the garbage can.
"You are lying on a hospital bed due to extreme wounds and broken bones. I doubt that it would be all that hard to add a few more.". The old lady's face was right in front of Law's, she was so close that Law could smell the scent of plum sake on her breath. He grinned darkly at what the lady had said.
"You may be right... but you might be wrong as well.". Law thought about the time when he killed a man while supporting a broken leg, when he was ten, "But you are right, I am not one too loyal to 'Joker', but..." Law kept his gaze on the women, looking for any signs of hesitation, "If I tell you whether I know this guy, you have to promise me, you won't tell one single person, not Chopper, not anyone".
The old lady seemed to ponder the question, for a few seconds. "Fine,".
Law waited a few moments before answering the question, "I am Trafalgar Law.". The expression that Law got to see on the elder Lady's face was unbelievably humorous. First her face was confused, then shock or two seconds before jerking back, sending her hair flying every which way. Her eyes were bugged out and her mouth slightly agape. She was expecting him to say something along the lines of 'I know him' or 'I don't know him', she was not expecting for him to actually be the man. Although, that makes sense, seeing as how he told her not to tell Chopper, which she now regrets agreeing to.
She was jerked out of her thoughts when she heard laughter coming from Law. Just from one look she could tell that if he wasn't supporting the broken ribcage and arms that he would have been crouching in a ball with his arms grabbing his stomach. In fact, it looked like he was laughing so much that it hurt.
Law, despite his eyes which were squeezed shut from the laughter, could tell that the lady had noticed and started blushing. However, when the woman started talking again, the blush was gone. "So, of you are Trafalgar Law, then what are you doing here?". The statement stopped Law from his uncontrollable laughter, and for a frown to take it's place. Law had no wish or reason to explain what happened, and the lady wasn't going to make him.
"Nothing you need to know".
~.x.X.o.O.o.X.x.~
The fight between Kidd and Kuro lasted for only around ten-twenty minuets, then Kuro was lying on the ground, with a broken face and many black-and-blue bruises under his jacket. Kidd was standing up, no visible injuries other then a few cuts near his hands. Killer was still sitting down in the same patch of grass he started in, never moving to help in the fight, he didn't have to.
The first attack had been Kuro's as he started running quite fast but in a ridiculous motion. It was quite fast regardless of the useless foot movements, but still not as fast as Killer. Kidd was able to locate where the man was running to with his eyes, and threw an upper cut with his left hand. When the punch connected, Kuro was sent flying. The next few minuets were the follow through of the same thing, Kuro would run, trying to pierce, rip, slash, or cut Kidd's body, but he never got the chance to. Every time the older man got close enough to stab or slash at Kidd, he was always the one who ended up injured, either punched or kicked hard enough to break a couple of bones.
At the end, Kidd got bored of the fight, seeing as how the guy wasn't nearly as strong (Or fast) as he had hoped, and playing around with him was... less then satisfying. Kidd decided to go for one last attack to knock the guy out. When Kuro had started his weird foot movement again, Kidd broke into a run. He watched as the man's eyes opened up in surprise. Kidd was fast, not as fast as Killer or Kuro, but Kidd was definitely faster then the average male. And along with the fact that Kidd could see (And punch) where Kuro was/going to be, even Kuro had to admit to himself, he wasn't in the best position.
So that was what lead to Kuro lying on the ground, unconscious. Kidd had already gotten back from a trip to his bike where he grabbed a pair of hand cuffs he keeps in his bag. Killer often got into fights where he fought with people who were wanted by the police, so he always kept a pair with him, it just made the endings so much sweeter when they wake up in jail. Of course, this meant that either Killer came with a car, or Kidd had to let them ride on his motorcycle. Thankfully, on that certain day, Killer had driven a car to the meeting place.
Killer was setting the (Still) unconscious man into the back seats of his car when Kidd's motorcycle roared to life. Kidd was going to drive over to the police station first to get all of the (*Sigh*) paper work done.
As Kidd rolled out of the parking lot, Killer waved at him to stop for a second, Kidd slowed down and drove towards Killer who was standing by his car.
"You were more tired then normal today, why was that?", ah, the ever observant Killer, Kidd honestly hated it when Killer could read him like an open book, but he put up with it. Partly because he was a friend. Mainly because if he complained Killer started bitching to him about stuff he really didn't care about.
"Because I was woken up at six by this hag,", he growled at the thought of the lady, "Just so I could be a replacement for my dad.".
Killer began fiddling with the strap at the back of his helmet, he wasn't allowed to wear it while driving, he did it one time, and got pulled over and his helmet taken away for a month. In that one month, around sixty people were sent to the hospital with major injuries, Kidd had a supision that some of the people were dead. Killer had a serious obsession with his helmet, and once he got it back, he never drove with it on again.
Once the helmet came off, the golden bangs fell over Killer's face, hiding his eyes and most of his nose. Kidd only had a few seconds to catch the color of his friend's eyes, which were a amethyst purple. Kidd always found the color of Killer's eyes soothing, but it seemed that his friend thought differently. Killer most of the time refuses to even consider showing his eyes to others, Kidd was the only one who even knew the color.
"Replacement for your dad?". Killer tilted his head to the side in confusion. His hair immediately fell to the same side, shimmering in the hot midday light. With his helmet off, Killer's hair blew without being restrained by the had piece, never revealing his face.
"Yeah, something about 'Joker'..." Kidd stopped, suddenly remembering the blond's hate for the man. It was a few years ago when Killer's sister went missing. His family was in utter caos, they looked everywhere for the girl, but they never found her. They hired detectives and offered rewards for information, his father even made a routine of coming to the police station everyday to ask about the progress of the search.
It was after a few months that the police found her body.
And of course, since he knew the girl's family and had ties with the police, Kidd was the first to know about it.
She was found by a man who was walking home to his family who took a short cut through an alleyway, where he noticed the body. He said that it was so well hidden that if he hadn't walked into a cat and staggered off to the side, he would never have noticed it. The body was dressed in rags – the shirt was completely black as well as the pants, but they were mud splattered and ripped to shreds – and was encased with dried blood, everywhere. The forensics told him that she was stabbed multiple times in the ribs, and then shot in the knees. Her cause of death was blood loss.
The reason that the police could tell it was the work of 'Joker' was because his symbol was burned onto her back, the same way that was done to all of their victims.
When Killer's family got the news, they were devastated. Kidd didn't know what happened to Killer's parents, but according to the blond, neither of them spoke a single word for a week. Killer himself went on a killing spree, he killed anything that bore resemblance to the organization, and since they were a large group, most people (Who were considered gangsters) had a business relationship with them. Kidd had to bring Killer into the mental institution until the blond calmed down. It took two months, two months before Killer was allowed out of that place, and he still hated 'Joker' to the core.
Now, Kidd was banging his head against the wall mentally at what was most likely the most idiotic thing he had ever done in his whole life, and he had done some stupid shits he didn't even want to talk about.
Kidd quickly broke his gaze with Killer and pressed the clutch down, he only needed to change it to first gear and he could leave, of course, Killer could catch up to him, but he wasn't that kind of person.
Kidd could feel the cold stare from beneath Killer's bangs, and he shivered, goosebumps rising up on his back. "...what?" Killer's voice was ice cold, and dangerous. Before Killer could probe anymore, Kidd started the engine and rolled out of earshot as fast as he dared to.
Killer could only watch as Kidd drove away, the anger of the name was still clouding his thoughts, making him see red and have psychopathic thoughts. Killer couldn't see, but he knew, that his normally purple eyes were red, blood red. It always happened when he got the urge to kill someone, and right now, he wanted to rip the heart right out of the nearest mother fucker he could find. It didn't help that there was an unconscious, handcuffed man just lying in his car. Killer slowly turned his head around so that he was glaring at the man. Blood red eyes glowed below his forest of hair.
~.o.O.x.X.x.O.o.~
Silence fell over the room. Both doctors were locked in a fierce staring contest and, as it stood, no one had blinked for five minuets.
Law was refusing to answer the elder women's question, and the women not refusing 'No answer' as an answer. However, they were interrupted by the sound of boots coming through the hall. Law sent the old woman a stare saying he wasn't conscious and she never knew his name. He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and generally, looked unconscious. Even the lady had to admit he looked like the real deal.
The doors swung open and a young man with strange pink hair and a star shaped scar above his right eye walked in. He wore his glasses on the top of his head with a head band behind it. After he closed the door, he nod to the doctor, "Good day doctor Kureha, I have come to inform you that the man's interrogation will commence the moment he wakes up, and... the higher ups have gotten... impatient. They are asking if you know of any means to wake him up.". Law rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids. That was the problem with the cops, they have no patience at all, it you really wanted to get someone to snap, you use time and psychological means to get to it.
Kureha, however broke into a grin, "And if I do that, will I be able to listen in to the interrogation?", after a nod from the pink headed one, Kureha whipped her head around so that she was facing Law. The air dropped a few degrees as Law felt the sadistic thoughts going through her head. He shot up in bed.
The young officer jumped back, startled. There were stories about how this women was a witch, and the way that she seemingly just made an unconscious guy wake up was not good for his heart. Not to mention the fact that the unconscious person was wrapped in bandages like a mommy and the doctor looked more like a witch. No, it was not good for him as he could feel his heart hammering against his rib-cage. "I-I'll g-g-go g-get the in-interrogator n-now." he managed to stutter out before quickly walking out the door.
Law glared at Kureha, who only sneered at him in response, "Well, I wonder if you'll be more willing to tell them about yourself, Trafalgar Law.". His response was to glare at her, notably pissed and unwilling to cooperate. The woman sneered some more before walking out of the room.
Law sighed and fell back down onto the mattress, ignoring the screams of pain each cut or bruise told his body when they were slammed on to the bed. He was too preoccupied with the millions of questions flowing through his head, and trying to find the answers to all of them would require silence and time. Not that he would be getting that anytime soon. He sighed again, admitting his loss to the questions and merely waited for the mop of red hair to come through the door as he knew it would. He smiled in anticipation.
Now that was a guy who wasn't as irritating as shit.
So... keep on telling me if you find any grammar, character, or any other kind of mistake, alright?
BananaLipbalm: Thanks for the complement (^U^)
denOden: Nooo! Don't drown! I can't live with it if my plots drowned a person. Don't you think that Kidd and Smoker's personalities are sorta similar?
