Chapter 2
. . .
-Several months earlier-
It was pretty late when Killer heard knocking on his door. Heaving a sigh, he put down his Moby Dick novel and headed to the door. Whoever lunatic knocking on his door at two in the morning had to be someone who knew about his habit of staying up late to read books.
Of course, Killer hadn't been expecting to the sight of Law standing before him.
"Hey." Law nodded lightly, the brightness of his eyes and his smirk couldn't hide the paleness of his cheeks.
"Law, you're freezing. What's up?" Killer took once-over of his visitor's appearance before replying and led the other youth toward his room. It was a peculiar thing that Law would give him a late night visit, and alone at that too, which only made the situation more awkward because usually Kidd would follow Law just about everywhere like a lovesick puppy. Killer wasn't particularly close to the dark-skinned youth, if anything, it was Kidd that brought them together and it wasn't as though he could complain about it either. Whoever got familiar with Kidd, also got familiar to Killer. It was just as simple as that.
Law followed him closely behind as he rubbed his hands together to get some warmth. "Nice place you've got there." Law commented lightly at the tidiness of Killer's room and it was then that the blond realized that it was Law's first time visit to his place.
"Thanks." Killer replied as he strode to the kitchenette and asked if Law wanted to drink anything to help warm himself, which he got "Coffee, if you don't mind, no sugar. I really appreciate it." as an answer.
They sat on the couch, Killer sipping his milk tea while Law's coffee was left untouched. Killer was eyeing his guest, who seemed hesitant, which was a sight quite unusual from the blue-haired youth. Something was definitely coming, and from the sound of it, Killer wasn't going to like it at all.
Finally, Law raised his head and stared directly at him. "Killer, I need your help."
. . .
Killer was so going to kill Law. No, scratch that, Killer was going to dismember him while he was still alive and held his still beating heart to his face. Gouge his eyes out and feed it to the fish in the bay, tear off his balls and feed it to the dogs, God knew he might be doing a favor for the rest of humanity.
A doctor emerged from the operating room and Killer quickly rose from his seat.
"He'll manage." The old female doctor reassured him, "Just let him know that I don't allow my patients to leave my care before they're fully healed. Or I'll make him unable to heal at all."
Killer wasn't sure if doctors were supposed to do that, but he just shook his head at the senior doctor's peculiarity and he quickly rushed into the room.
Inside, Kidd was lying unconscious with various needles and cables hooked onto his body. His torso was bandaged heavily and Killer was relieved that Kidd could make it through after all. Although he knew that his redhead friend was as hard as a cockroach to kill, but three bullets to his body were a good reason for Killer to start worrying for his friend.
Seeing as Kidd seemingly wouldn't wake up anytime soon, Killer considered to leave the room and to revisit him later. But just when he turned to leave, a hand caught his wrist. Clearly, he had underestimated the redhead persistent force of life.
"Law..where?" Kidd croaked with almost inaudible voice, but the fierceness in his eyes told Killer clearly what he had wanted to ask.
Kidd's sole question almost made Killer snap. The redhead had only woken up after lying comatose for two days and the first thing he'd asked was about some of the goddamn brat. Trying to soothe his frayed nerves and failing, Killer glared at his bedridden companion. "I told you he was dangerous. He smelt like trouble all the time and now look at what he's gotten you into."
It seemed that it wasn't an answer Kidd had wanted.
"Where is he?" Kidd repeated his question slowly with much more firmness, as if daring Killer to answer to his question or else. As Killer had thought before, trying to reason with Kidd had been useless. That brute never listened.
Heaving a sigh, Killer had no other options but to tell. "I don't know. There were trails of blood all over the place, and when we tried to follow them, they ended on the river. I never thought the kid as a good swimmer, and with all of the blood, it's not hard to think of that it's the end of it. We're still looking for his body."
If it was in any other circumstance, Killer surely would think that it was funny to see Kidd's already pale complexion went even whiter, but this time, that was only a sign of madness beginning to rise. Killer could feel a huge headache coming in.
Kidd grasped his hand tighter and stared at Killer with so much fierceness that he felt like he might combust. When he spoke, his voice trembled. "You know something, don't you?"
Killer snorted and wrenched himself free from Kidd's hold. "If I knew anything, it would be that Law is an asshole, that fucker." Killer turned his face to Kidd and folded his hands on his chest. "Now, tell me what happened."
. . .
Roughly four months later, Killer was sitting on a bench on some park with pensive expression on his face. The evening was steadily setting in and Killer was getting impatient by every passing moment.
"That's him." the white-haired man sitting beside him, Bepo, jerked his thumb to a certain direction. "I tried to talk to him, but it seems that he has no recollection of his past, not even his name whatsoever."
Ignoring his companion's dejected sigh, Killer stared dumbly at a dark-skinned man holding an infant in his hand, trying to shush its cries. A skinny teenager with jet black hair was saying something rapidly at him and the dark-skinned youth actually laughed. If Bepo's excuse of Law having an amnesiac wasn't true, Killer wouldn't have known of anything else that would make one Trafalgar Law holding a baby instead of trying to dissect it just for the sake of curiosity.
Thoughts flashed in Killer's mind : Kidd nearly becoming madman trying to find Law for the past four months, Law getting amnesiac and having no recollection of himself at all, and the weight of the situation Law had told him specifically when he's asked for his help. Killer decided that there was nothing worse than finding himself stuck in between them.
This was so going to be a huge mess.
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I'm truly sorry for the very, very late update. I've got no reason, just lazy and I'm beginning to work on my final paper in college, please wish me luck people :D
Sorry for the lack of KiddLaw interaction, but I also need to establish Killer's role in this fic, and he will not be just a side-character. I really hope that the next update is on the way, please stay tuned! ;)
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