Hello people, I'm here again, but I have to say I'm a bit worried about the comments you have send me, you all are hoping a bloody and full of torture chapter, and, what the hell? This is a KiddLaw fic, if they kill one another all the romance will go to hell, so calm your tits guys, the torture, drama, and blood will come, I assure you, but not now, I'm sorry to kill your high.
In any case, reviews:
Valoche: Je suis content que vous avez aimé l'épisode, mais comme je dis, je suis préoccupé par le rythme, parce que dans d'autres histoires sont plus lent et ... Je ne sais pas, je pense que je vais perdre les détails. En ce que Kidd est le protecteur de Law, je sais pas, je dirais qui Kidd va à la torturer, bien que Law va vengera et se rendra la vie impossible XD En ce que comment m'ai venu l'idée pour écrire cette histoire, la vérité est que je lire un livre sur gens qui sont transformée en dragons, et avec le stress de la période des examens. Alors je remplissais trous avec certaines choses et voila XD Quoi qu'il en soit, je espère que vous aimez ce chapitre, nous nous voyons.
: hey hey hey, I didn't say Law wasn't human, that was just Kidd and his theories, maybe I should have explained it better, in any case, there won't be any impasse, they would have plenty of fight and murder attempt (that is what I love to write about this pair XD) On the other hand, WTF? You are fine with removal of nails teeth and stuff ? What have you been reading? I know the fandom had a dark side, but please, I want them to love one another, there would be fight, there would be drama, but there won't be any dismember (yet). In any case, I'm glad you are liking the story, hope you find what you wanted in this chapter XD
Shadow : me alegro que te este gustando, pensaba que iba un poco rapido ya que otros autores se pueden tirar años escribiendo solo una escena, pero si me dices que va bien te creere XD En cuanto al enfrentamiento, la verda esque creo que es mejor asi, si se hubiesen enfrentado de otra manera seguramente no habria acabado tan bien, y ademas, me beneficia mas que Law acabe encerrado con Kidd XD En fin, me alegro que te este gustando y espero que te lo pases bien con este cap XD Nos vemoooos~
I'm kind of amazed that I can write in so many languages, but please, no more, I do not speak every fuking language in the world, this is my top T^T
When Law opened his eyes, all he felt was a huge pain through each tiny part of his body from head to toe, a familiar but not least annoying pain that prevented him from clearly focusing on his environment and where he was. The dark haired man growled confused at it and shook his head side to side with more effort than usual, trying to organize his ideas and clarify his thoughts. Fuck, it hurt a lot. Confused he tried to remember what happened to him to be like that.
They had sent him from the Vatican to a village in Romania with a strange legend he has had to solve. Yes. When he had arrived at the place it all turned out to be shitty village with medieval superstitious people. Yes. The legend however, has been true and he had faced the red annoying dragon spitting fire and roaring like his life depended on it. Yes, and a thousand fucking times, yes. Then he has had to heal his wounds with the potion invented by the idiot San Miguel and...
Well, that explained the familiar pain coursing throughout the body, but it didn't explain the stupid fatigue and lightheadedness. It was true that the potion always left him a little exhausted, but it had never come to this extreme so he returned to rummage in his numb mind to find one possible explanation to the fact. He had drunk the potion and then had left the porch and ... goddammit, the Mayor!
That was the problem. He had been drugged with a poisoned dart. It doesn't matter how many healing potion he had taken, somehow it would cost him a bit too much power to get over this. It was the poison against the antidote. The potion and drugs would fight one another in his veins until only one stood, which would probably take quite the time, and during all that time he would be left dizzy and helpless. Stupid brainless Mayor.
But where he was? And why the mayor had poisoned him if he hadn't done a thing? His mind was too stunned to think rationally, and every little thought was just increasing the headache. So, instead of analyzing his situation, he devoted himself to study his surroundings.
As he could see through his blurred vision, he was in a gloomy cavern with strangers bars, and ...yeah, he was handcuffed to the ceiling. Just great. Law opened his eyes in surprise because, how hadn't he realized this before? Although now that he focused, he could feel an absolutely nothingness from his body, it was just like an overall stiffness of each nervous termination he had, but from the posture in which his arms and wrists were, they should be hurting like hell. He should be thankful if they haven't lost all sensibility forever at this point. Law frowned starting to worry about the situation he was into, and, hoping for an escape, he studied again his surroundings with a rush of adrenaline. He was in a cave, a cave? He hasn't seen any cave in the village where he had been traveling in secret, door to door, to find the stupid dragon. So if he wasn't in town, Where he was?
"So you're finally awake" said a voice somewhere in the shadows across the bars of the little cell.
Law instantly raised his head with trouble and scanned the place in search of the man, who had spoken, but his eyes still didn't focus correctly and in the end he only saw shadows lurking in the darkness. Yet that voice sounded something familiar, he didn't quite remember where he had heard it as it sounded slightly different, but it still had that hoarse and powerful tone despite seeming more... human.
And his mind made the conexion.
"...Shit" he whispered through clenched teeth. And his voice sounded tired and pasty, so far away from his usual calm and arrogant tone that it was another kick on his battered ego. Even the stupid dragon let out a mighty laugh that echoed on the walls of the cave, although Law didn't know whether it was from what he had said or for the shattered he had sounded.
Still, Law felt relieved as his senses were awakened to the danger and the adrenaline coursed through his veins in sharp blows. So they had brought him to the lair of the giant lizard. Why not? Had they made some kind of deal? Or had the lizard just threatened them? Yeah, definitely the second seemed more like it.
Law shifted slightly and felt the heavy and cold metallic handcuffs burn his wrists when they began to recover the sensibility. He then tried to adopt a more dignified pose, and, at least, stand up, because hanging from the ceiling like a puppet definitely wasn't very mighty and honorable.
"Where am I?" he finally asked after swallowing a big gulp of disgusting saliva for his voice to not sound so scratchy and finished.
"In my house" quickly replied the dragon with a slight satisfaction in his voice, as if only, with that little fact, he had won the battle going on between them both.
Law meanwhile wanted to roll his eyes tiredly. Why was he always underestimated? Really did the other believe that Law was totally at his mercy? Because the tone he had used seemed so proud of himself. But it didn't matter too much, as always; underestimation was the best for him.
"Yes, I see" The exorcist said giving an eloquent and boring look at the place "a gloomy and depressing place, just like the owner"
And with the little comment, the victorious and peaceful atmosphere disappeared in a mere second.
With a slight growl, the dragon came to the bars and a powerful hand closed deadly over them, only it was not a dragon, it was a man who looked about his age, but who was so much bigger than him.
"You can say whatever you want" started the huge man "but you should remember that you are totally at my mercy right now" he said with a smile full of teeth and a warning look.
Law studied him carefully. He was tall, a very very tall man, and the bright red hair he had almost flared in the dim light of the cavern. He had electrifying golden eyes that were watching him with triumph and arrogance, and a huge smile of white shiny teeth and thin lips that screamed of dominance. The man was gorgeous, but the most impressive thing about him was the strength and power given off by his body. Law could practically taste the magic that surrounded the man, so dense, ancient and powerful that it was like he was drowning in it, and not to mention the impressive musculature the boy had and that seemed about to break the tight black shirt he was wearing.
He was definitely handsome, strong and, to Law's annoyance, intelligent, the exorcist unconsciously approved him as a man, and when he realized what he was thinking, he hated the creature even more.
If fighting against him in the dragon form has been complicated, this new form wasn't going to be easy neither. But thankfully. The redhead had made clear from the start, that he had a huge weakness that Law wouldn't hesitate to take advantage from: a pride as great as Law's own.
"So you are the dragon?" he asked skeptically, checking out the man from head to toe with a disillusioned and sarcastic hint.
The redhead, who had been watching him in silence the few minutes Law have been studying him, frowned and crossed his arms on his chest. Law glared fiercely at the muscles of pectorals and arms, bulking now further with the movement, he had to recognize that the human form of the dragon was really kind of…
"Yes" replied the redhead with a bit of disdain from the opposite side of the bars, getting the human out of his own thoughts "Why?"
Law tried not to smile. He had thrown the bait and the man had bitten it with passion, this kind of men were so easy to manipulate sometimes.
"I don't know" replied the brown haired man shrugging and faking disinterest "I was expecting something a little more ...impressive"
And the first blow hit squarely the huge target that was the redhead's ego. Law had to hold his smile again as the other frowned with rage. His eyes flashed, his muscles tensed under his shirt and even an angry vein scored on his forehead.
"Well I am" he firmly said looking at him with so much hate he could have ended dead if glares could kill "I'm Eustass Kidd, monarch and sovereign of the seven dragons who dominate this world" he announced smug and proudly again.
Law swallowed saliva at the answer and liked his dry lips watching how the dragon followed the movement. So it was true. There were seven dragons dominating the seven continents, if you counted the disappeared Atlantida and hidden land of hell. Seven, as the magic number. This was an important discovering, and certainly, he should inform the Vatican for it to chase the other dragons like he was hunting this one.
Still, right now wasn't the time to worry about that matters and Law didn't let the new information affect him, he just have to kept the conversation as if he had already known the fact from the start.
"Dominate? Sorry but I had never heard of any dragon dominating anything" he said with boredom and sarcasm again, raising one eyebrow in the universal sign of 'you are stupid', "and besides, I doubt that someone like you would be able to rule over something without destroying it in seconds"
Second shot, second target. This time the redhead grabbed the iron bars again and bared his teeth like an angry animal. The magic of his power trembled with rage and the room temperature increased a good five degrees. Law internally thanked him as he was regaining his body sensibility and he was discovering that it was cold. Very cold.
"Well, I don't expect an asshole like you to be able to understand something as complex" the redheaded answer with aversion and a clear sense of superiority.
And this time it was Law's turn to get pissed.
"An asshole that left you, the big great dragon, with the wound you have on your chest" he bitterly responded with the same angry and dislike the dragon was talking.
Kidd roared into the cave and the sound was so powerful that Law could only shake impressed by such power. The redhead looked at him with the deepest hatred that he had never seen him in anyone, and the strange power surrounding him pressed on his body almost asphyxiating him.
"You will rot in here for the rest of your life" the dragon announced with those golden eyes glowing in the dark.
And with that the redheaded turned and disappeared into the darkness. Law instead stood there, hanging from the ceiling, in silence, with the feeling of suffocation still squeezing his chest, and the rage and a handful of drugs stirring his blood.
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The dragon paced in his room feeling trapped. It had been hours since his last and only visit to his prisoner, but he still kept thinking about the little conversation they have had repeating it again and again. He had seen the man woke up with confusion on his face as his enigmatic gray eyes tried to focus on his environment, then he had been watching the boy for a while from his hiding position in the shadows, studying every move he made, the expressions he weared or every minimal breath he took.
And then he had tried to start a civic conversation.
The origin of the man still fascinated him and also he still wanted to know how the boy had healed the wounds on his hands, so had tried to scare him a bit with his mere presence as he always did with the rest of the people, hard glances and intimidating roars also used to help to get some information. He had felt stupidly pleased to see the boy recognizing his voice and cursing under his breath ... but then things had gone to shit too quickly.
He still remembered how the little human had been getting on his nerves with every comment he made, and how, at the end, he had been the one who had given away the fuking information, and worse, he had been so blinded by anger and the offenses that he hadn't even noticed it.
But it wouldn't happen again, the next time he would be the one who would manipulate the boy as he wanted.
With his resolve on mind he went to the table on his room to take another piece of the deer he had hunt that morning, still raw and bloody since he hadn't bothered to cook it this time. He ate quickly without really tasting the tender meat and, with his bare hands as a wild animal. When he finished he cleaned the mess and headed to the training room where he did a few exercises to release the tension, then he bathed in the huge pool with the sun rays, shaved the little subtle he had with one of the knives, and went quickly to the jail of his prisoner with a clear and focused mind. It was quite interesting how talking with the other seemed to have become the only activity that occupied his mind without him noticing it.
When he arrived at the cell, the man was hanging from the chains on all his weight and starting to fall asleep from the boredom he must be enduring. The tanned man then raised his head as he listened him approach and studied the shadows clearly more awake than the first time. Kidd was silent for a moment as he stood in front of the bars with his arms crossed, and then they both looked at each other intently. The part of Kidd's mind that was still repressed was satisfied to see the boy healthy and clearly more focused, although it was still yelling to take away the chains the boy was carrying. Kidd ignored the voice tired of that stupid fight.
"What's your name?" the redhead asked at last, in a tone that seemed more of a command than a question itself, but that was more soft and gentle than the last time they have talked.
The boy cocked his head thinking about his question for a moment and Kidd clenched his fists on his arms starting to get angry for no apparent reason. But the truth was that when he talked with that tone, people obeyed him instantly, they didn't look as deciding whether or not to answer, they just did it. And dear god, what was he supposed to do with the name? Kill him? Why couldn't he simply answer as a normal person?
"Give me some water and I might answer" replied the brown haired man with a soft and innocent smile.
Kidd gritted his teeth, now clearly angry.
"Are you blackmailing me?" him, the greatest predator of the world the lord of all dragons.
The man smirked again with an evil look.
"Yup"
Kidd roared wanting to break something, preferably the boy's neck, but this time he wouldn't fall so easily on the human's tricks, he wouldn't let go and lose another stupid argument because of his temper and pride. He was in charge and the other had to accept it, the human would answer his questions and that was all. No blackmailing.
"What makes you think I'll accept it?" asked the arrogant dragon.
"Well" said the boy looking at the ceiling with a bored sigh "I have been trained since I was six to endure torture, punishment and pain" announced so fuking calmly "so if you want to get information, the only way is to accept the blackmailing and giving me something in exchange"
Kidd watched him seriously. Something inside him twisted at the mental image of a six year old child being tortured. The human race could be cruel, but he had never heard anything so extreme. Even the demons didn't dare to do that, the children always were a gift to all creatures he knew. But the dragon didn't smell a lie coming from man, so it should be true.
And even more horrible.
"How I can believe you?" said the red haired man staring at him intensely, hesitating still bit.
He didn't want to believe nor pity the man, he already had enough with his unhealthy mind and the perverted ideas it sent him about what he could do with the boy, but apparently it would be inevitable.
"Let's see, you can waste your time and mine trying to torture me to get the information" the gray haired man began "or you can just trust me and give me a fucking glass of water"
Shit and more shit, the boy was too smart for Kidd's liking and, while torturing him was a great temptation at the moment, he deeply knew that the human was telling the truth. The dragon groaned annoyed already knowing his answer.
"Okay" he finally said, rolling his eyes tired. He knew that all this search of information wasn't going to be easy, and a glass of water seemed quite cheap compared to what he had expected to pay "but first tell me your name" he quickly retort, refusing to let the boy win another match.
But the boy dared to laugh.
"You think I'm stupid? How do I know you'll give me water when I tell you, and that you won't leave here with nothing?"
Kidd couldn't' stop the amused smile.
"Well" said the dragon with a wicked grin "you can waste your time trying to argue with me, or you can accept that you're at my mercy and tell me your stupid name so I can give you the water" repeated the dragon mocking him arrogantly.
The smile vanished from the face of the tanned boy, and the dragon again felt his pride grow back, satisfied after his little revenge.
"Or you can give me your word, and promise me that you will do it" replied the human, with a third option and that brilliant intelligence.
And this time it was the turn of the Dragon to smile sarcastically. Of course the other had been studying him. And of course he had discovered the damn information. A dragon could never break his word, it was something sacred to them, breaking a promise was just unthinkable.
"Don't be a brat and tell me, it's just a name" repeated the frustrated redhead clutching the bars and roaring loudly, futilely trying to intimidate him.
"No" Followed the boy with that smiling superiority again "give me your word first"
Kidd hit the bars and glared at him. He could go and send the human to hell, he knew that the boy would eventually give up, he could also torture him, manipulate him with his magic, but that would be like recognizing that the man had won this assault. And he was too curious and secretly amused by this little talk and where it could go.
"All right" he said at last with a tense and pissed voice "I promise you that in exchange of your name I will give you water"
And immediately it was as if a heavy chain had felt on his shoulders. The man smiled triumphantly and the sickening sound of breaking metal was heard through the cavern while Kidd separated his hands from the crushed bars.
"My name is Trafalgar Law" the human finally said in a singsong voice teasing the dragon, and then, after hearing him, Kidd stormed out of the cavern without saying anything, following the compulsion to find a water to give to the human.
In less than two minutes, he was back with a fucking metallic jar filled with the pure liquid from the kitchen, and with a beginning of a headache for taking too long doing it. With a mental command, the bars of the cell twisted to let him pass inside, like a puppet commanded by its master, and, with no delay, he approached the annoying human. The boy was looking at him with an amused smile and mocking eyes, chained, but still with the feeling of superiority oozing from him. Kidd stood in front of him frowning; he was higher than the dark haired man for several centimeters and could definitely break his neck without much effort. In every way he was someone better than this man, and yet there he was, giving him a drink.
Grumbling so fuking annoyed, Kidd raised a hand and grabbed the chin of the boy forcing him to open his mouth without any further delay. The quickest they do it, the sooner this would be over. The man struggled a bit against the strong fingers digging into his jaw painfully, but Kidd kept him in place without much effort, slightly enjoying the bastard's pain.
"Open your mouth" the dragon ordered.
"Say please" the human kept provoking.
Ignoring the stupid boy and fed up with his bulshit, Kidd returned to sink his fingers on the other's jaw until something crunched beneath them and the boy gasped, and, obediently, opened his mouth.
And something dark crossed the dragon's eyes.
The old creature suddenly realized, through the chained part in his mind, that there was something exciting in the stupid scene they were having, with the arrogant boy chained and totally dependent on him, almost kneeling at his feet, and with his mouth open, waiting for what the dragon wanted to do to him. With his rough fingers, the redheaded stroked those full lips that the boy had; they were soft and juicy at his touch, perfect to close around a cock.
His mind began to wander still looking that submissive mouth and those eager eyes.
"Water" Murmured the boy as he could, under his hard grip. And Kidd growled angrily.
What the hell was he thinking? Lifting the jar he finally bow it into that tempting mouth, and the chains disappeared from his shoulders as the first drop touched the human's lips. The boy swallowed it then, and the old creature had then a great idea while watching the movement of the muscles of the tanned man's neck and that pink tongue licking his lips in a very appetizing way.
Smiling like a demon, he lifted the jar before the boy could give a second gulp.
The look of hatred that Law gave him was just epic and worthed all his previous suffering.
"I'm sorry, but you didn't specify the amount of water you wanted" the dragon innocently said shrugging his shoulders "but if you tell me where you're from, and what you are doing here I may think to give you another little bit"
Law gritted his teeth and tried to escape from the monster's grip, but the dragon would have none of it and grabbed him impossibly harder. He rather seemed to be enjoying having him arrested. However, he needed water, humans couldn't stand more than three days without liquid, and he had spent one and a half. He was dying of thirst. And the information wasn't so important. Yet, he knew that after this innocent question, other ones would come in exchange for the glory water, and maybe those wouldn't be so innocent.
But he would think about it in the future. He could always lie. Finally surrendering to his fate Law replied.
"I come from Italy, and I came here specifically to kill you"
And the water fell over his mouth.
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Law shifted uncomfortably. He had been four days with the dragon as his prisoner, and nothing had yet happened. The dragon had only locked him up there in the cell, and came to see him twice a day, once in the morning and one in the afternoon. Or at least what Law thought was the afternoon since he couldn't see anything from the outside in the cave, and the time was simply governed by the visits of the beast.
For now, the dragon had only interrogated him in exchange of water or a miserable piece of food. No torture, no punishment or humiliation, just plain and simple conversation. Which was a bit strange and suspicious. Law was starting to think that the beast was trying to win his trust, but that would be just ridiculous. Furthermore the dragon usually made general questions such as age, or Italy, or why he wanted to kill him. There had been a tense moment when the beast had asked him what he was, and Law had replied without hesitation that a mere human. They had waste two hours discussing the fact, and in the end the dragon had flew out the place clearly angry for the conversation, leaving a confused Law thinking about what had just happened.
But nothing more.
Law usually had responded the questions the dragon made without worrying too much, after all, the beast remained undiscovering the important information: that he was an exorcist and trained murderer, about the Vatican or the weapons tricks and spells he used... and besides, Law had also discovered some things about the dragon apart from the ridiculous name.
The man was arrogant like no one he had ever meet, was born in Scotland and was the former Governor of Europe. Law also believed, that the beast should have more than five thousand years. However Law knew that the dragon would have a hideout too with mountains of an impressive treasure, but he hadn't dared to ask about that, he had felt enough humiliation when the idiot had to feed him and give him water or wine while he was kneeling and accepting, helplessly, every bite that was given, standing against the look of superiority of the red haired, or the other strange and intense look he sometimes received.
Although at least it was better than the time the redhead had dropped him from the ceiling and had directed him, with a knife threatening his back, to a huge pool covered by the cracked ceiling of the cave. There, the idiot had forced him to bathe before his watchful eye, saying he was stinking his beautiful den with his horrible smell. The tanned boy, of course, get angry at the comment, but he still knew he needed to bathe, and not only for the sensitive nose of the stupid beast.
In any case Law had denied the dragon the pleasure of seeing him naked and vulnerable, and instead, he had gotten into the frozen water fully clothed and had swam two times from tip to tip as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do. In the water Law had searched for an escape, he had searched for a weapon, just a rock to throw at the moron, but he had found none. When Law was out of the water, the other had only smirk knowing perfectly what he had been doing but have said nothing, then the dragon had forced him into the cell again and had chained him to the ceiling without a problem thanks to the weakness that still was clinging to Law's body.
And Law had spent all night shivering in wet clothes and cold bones until Kidd decided to delight him again with his presence, and had warmed the room with the magic as he always did when he get angry at Law's words.
But Law had already endured enough. His initial plan when he had woken in the dragon's den had been to hold on for five days discovering what he needed from dragon, and then, get out of there to prepare a decent offensive and kill the monster. But he couldn't stand it anymore. If he saw again that smirk on that face and those golden eyes staring at him with that arrogant disdain, he would commit suicide. He was going to get out of there and was going to kill the asshole, right now, then he would leave the damn Rumania and he would send the damn fuking town to the hell.
The other was gone and it was his second visit, so he would have about twelve hours to carry out the plan. Making use of the numb muscles of his arms, Law rose slightly in the air and contorted himself until his mouth was at the same level with the cuff of his shirt. There, hidden between the sewing of his clothing, there was a tiny needle, smaller than a hair and definitely not powerful enough to be used as a weapon. If it could be used as a weapon the dragon would already be dead, but the good thing about the useless object was that it was so small and it was so hidden, that nobody would be able to discover it unless he knew it was there, and it was just perfect for these kinds of situations.
He then caught carefully the needle between his teeth and, stretching just a bit more, he took the sharp object in his right hand. Tired, but with his goal complete, he felt down into the ground again and breathed evenly to dissolve the pain on his muscles. Afterwards, with firm fingers and the precision of a surgeon, he introduced the needle into the lock of the chains and, in the next moment, the handcuffs fell at his feet.
Law rubbed his wrists with a sigh of relief.
Opening the cell wasn't very complicated and, with a quick flick of magic, he soon walked steadily and safe in the dark cave after leaving his gloomy cell behind. Without hesitation he stepped into a small room decorated in a military style that he reminded, from his trip to the pool, to be plagued with shields and weapons. It had been hidden behind a ledge of rock, but with the training he had received, Law never missed a thing, and as soon as he saw it, he had memorized it in his mind. In the small but cluttered room he quickly took -because there was no time to waste in this precarious situation- a sharp knife and a curved dagger of Arabic design he found in a dark closet.
Now the only thing left was to find the dragon.
Because he would kill the dragon. He still remembered the first time he had seen him. Such arrogance and contempt. His instinct had classified the monster as an enemy instantly, although there was something strange that didn't quite fit, a feeling of constant alert and danger. He had also feel it when the dragon stared at him with that intense and strange look that left his mouth dry. He didn't know why but when the man looked at him like that, totally serious and without taking his eyes off him for even a moment, Law became stupidly nervous and felt something exciting churning in his stomach. It happened when the other fed him, had happened in the pool and each time the other looked slightly at him.
It was a curious thing that had never happened to him, and that he didn't want to think much about, after all, it would be over soon. Clutching the dagger, he went through the huge tunnels of the place as his senses expanded until they found the calm breathing of his sleeping prey.
Don't you guys feel the love? There's so much romance going on that I'm going to cry (｀∇´)ψ
I love this pair so much (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))
Any lovely and kind review for the stressed author?