Well I really hope you liked chapter one, thank you so much for the lovely reviews. Believe it or not this was supposed to be a one shot, but apparently I cannot do one shots because I take too long. I did however try to do a bit of research on the topic at hand so I hope it's at least a bit accurate.

"It's like she had lost her memory of us." Penguin quietly pondered the idea.

"Then I'll make her remember!" Shachi shouted with alarming determination.

"Maybe she has-"

"The term for her condition is called amnesia. It causes a person to lose their memory. They may forget minor things or simply the events leading up to an accident, or they may forget everything, depending on the extent of damage." He informed his crew.

"Is there a cure?" Penguin asked as Shachi rambled on and on from his place besides them.

"It appears that Kyoya might have retrograde amnesia, meaning that she's forgotten the things she once did well and he . . . The ones she once held dear." Law paused then added. "Meaning that Kyoya probably hit her head, washed up somewhere, the marines took her in and took advantage of the fact that she knew nothing.

"Is there a way to help her?" Shachi asked, momentarily calm.

"Spontaneous recovery. Or maybe another hard blow to the head."

"Yes!" Shachi declared loosing that momentary calm both Penguin and Law knew wouldn't last. Seconds later he was sitting, nursing a bump on his head, glaring at Penguin through his sunglasses.

"Do you have amnesia yet? Did I hit you hard enough? Or did I just knock a few screws loose?" Penguin grumbled. It sounded rather odd that one head injury injured a person, but two could restore their memory. It just didn't add up. Wouldn't a person be more damaged? All of this stuff was beyond him and he knew it. He was perfectly happy being the navigator and Kyoya's diary. She used to always rant and rave to him; she would also often run songs by him first, even though she knew that he didn't know anything about music. If it sounded good and he liked it then he listened to it. Simple as that.

"What if she's pretending?" Shachi asked. He obviously wasn't ready to acknowledge that they might have actually lost their Kyoya.

"There are some tests we can perform." Law said thoughtfully.

"Don't cut open her brain!" Shachi shouted at their captain looking horrified.

"No surgery is required." Law told him then turned to Penguin. "She often relied on venting to you, correct?"

"W-well no not rea- yes." Put that way it sounded horrible!

"Then you will be performing most of the tests."

Penguin nodded. The only reason he was agreeing to this was because it was for her. He hoped that they didn't hurt and then asked "What do I do captain?"

"This is a total load of bullshit!" She shouted at the person she knew was on the other side of the door from inside the room. The pirates had just thrown her into the room, slammed it shut and locked her inside the little room! If she wasn't screaming out her lungs then she was sneezing. The room was dusty and had obviously not been touched, let alone cleaned in over a year! When they threw her into the room they seemed to be careful to throw her on the bed. When they did puffs of dust sprang loose before slowly settling down around and on her, ruining her uniform. She had to get out, but both ways were cut off. They were underwater so the porthole wasn't an option-though it did have hinges. And picking locks wasn't her thing, they don't teach you that in marine training, though she had already tried multiple times to be honest.

"S-sorry Kyoya." She heard the person say from the other side of the door.

"Why the hell do you all think I'm this Kyoya girl?!" She shouted at the person, not the door, but banged her fist against it for emphasis on the point. She was a marine, raised by them. That's what the admiral had told her. He had said that they had found her washed up on their shored and they couldn't leave a girl out there to die. So they brought her in.

"B-b-because you are." The guy said. She wondered which one of them it was. It was a fleeting thought, but it momentarily distracted her.

"NO! No I'm fucking not! I am Angel! A-n-g-e-l!" She spelled her name for the person. "That's who I am! You've kidnapped a marine, that's not only a crime. But it's like declaring war against all of the marines!" She laughed, feeling particularly mean at the moment. "But then again you're all pirate trash; meaning that you're very existence is a crime!" While she waited for an answer she examined the door. She spotted a switch next to it so she flipped it. The light turned on like it should only to blow out almost instantly.

"Don't talk like that Kyoya. What if captain hears you?"

"He's your captain, my fucking kidnapper. And my name is NOT Kyoya!"

"Law is your captain." He insisted.

"Whatever." she grumbled, sitting on the bed, forgetting that it was dusty until she sat on it. Jumping up she kicked something across the floor Squinting at it in the dark she saw that it was a plain black box. It was just like the rest of the room, cold and impersonalized. Not a touch of personality on either the black box or the dark room. But there were however two sliver latches that shone. She knelt down, unlatched them and opened the lid to reveal a beautiful red and silver instrument. Her fingers slid across the cold and well kept surface. Goosebumps popped up on the surface of her pale skin, making her shudder before she pulled piece after piece out. She did that until the pieces formed a flute. She had never put a flute together, yet it appeared to be put together properly. Slowly, almost as if in a trance, as if something was possessing her she brought it up to her lips and blew into the mouthpiece. Someone else was pulling the strings of her fingers. She wasn't in control of her own movements.

The door cracked open and in popped a head. She didn't notice the polar bear until it muttered the word "Kyoya." which was like a hammer being brought down onto glass. It broke the hold the flute had on her. She saw the open door and made a dash for it. Only to be tackled by the polar bear.

"Cap'n, did you hear that?" Shachi excitedly shouted as they headed to her room.

"Yeah." Penguin answered even though he was not being addressed. He had heard it too and knew that him and Shachi were thinking the same thing.

"She's back!" Shachi shouted. And with that both boys turned their determined walks into full blown runs. Law had his doubts and continued at the same pace he had been going before the music had reached their ears and they had stopped. He dare not hope that she had suddenly remembered everything, or even a little. Though it would make his job a hell of a lot easier and there would be no worry about false memories or things she thought she remembered.

He reached the room only to find Bepo and Kyoya- or should he call her Angel? On the floor wrestling, Penguin holding her beloved flute out of harms reach. For some reason Law wasn't surprised, not in the least. After all she saw them taking back what was rightfully theirs from the marines, as kidnap. And with her personality she'd want to escape, not wait for her rescue- two things they couldn't have happening.

"Knock it off before one of you hurts the other." Her biting the fluffy polar bear wasn't working very well and he was trying to protect himself and not hurt her at the same time. This one instance made Law glad that his first mate was so soft hearted.

Somehow the girl managed to get the upper hand and had it long enough for Shachi to pull her off of Bepo, throw her over his shoulder and ask "Where to captain?"

"The office." Where they had just come from. So they took her there and locked the door. They began explaining how things were going to work, ignoring any comment she made.

"I'm no cooperating with you." She huffed crossing her arms across her chest defiantly.

"I think you know very well what we're capable of." The threat was implied, sharp and detectable.

"I know very well sir." She spat the last word at him. "However-"

"Just answer this guys," The rather loud idiot with a teal and red hat and sunglasses began saying as he pulled a guy with a hat that read 'penguin' with a red ball at the top, close to him by his neck. ", questions. That's all you have to do!"

"In your dreams." she bet the only thing they wanted was marine information, maybe how to destroy her base or something piraty like that.

"You know Angel," the man without the white boiler suit sneered her name, the ones the marines called her. ", for every question you fail to answer is another village we're going to invade and destroy. It's your option."

"I've heard scarier threats by scarier people."

"Oh but I'm not threatening you Miss Angel. I'm promising. I don't think you quite get the picture. You will suffer from insomnia because each and every night the horror and pain filled screams will echo inside your mind. You'll watch destroy lives and homes of innocent people, village after village, with smiles on our faces. We'll force you to watch every second. And if that doesn't have any effect then we'll just try other methods. But of corse you know it would be all too easy to flat out massacre everyone. No, I'm going to leave one or two survivors so they have to live with the experience of loosing everything and everyone around them. Crushing you with guilt each and every waking hour. And if you manage to fall asleep your dreams will be plagued with nightmares." Law chuckled. "Sound scary enough for your preference? Or would you like me to elaborate a bit more?" Even his crew looked frightened, if not disturbed. But Angel looked as if she were already experiencing the pictures law had planted in her minds eye. Law pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes with a sigh. "After a few questions you'll have nothing to worry about." Kyoya and pain didn't settle well with him, but at this point he didn't know who stood in front of him anymore. All he knew that whoever it was, they were still wearing Kyoya's skin.