''Socks and dogs'' Chapter 4 (last ch.)
Law's side
Law was coming back from the vet with Bepo softly cuddling into his chest and Killer in tow.
Wanting to get back sooner, he decided to take a shortcut through an allayway and, as per usual, almost all allayways come with at least one brainless moron in bonus.
''What's ya holdin' there, buddy?''
''I don't recall myself being a dog for you to call me buddy.''
''Oh, don't be so cold. I just wanna see what ya got there. Or you could just caugh up some cash and we call it a done deal, huh?''
Going past, completely ignoring him, Law continued his way back to his house.
Just as the guy was reaching to grab him, Law kicked the guys shin with the heel of his shoe knocking the other on his butt without so much as batting an eyelash.
Then... Law kept up his pace... and walked. Yes, still.
The imp was confused, but got up relatively fast. ''YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT, BUDDY!''
''I already told you my names not Buddy, but, if you're so much into dogs, then i suggest you turn your attention elsewhere, like, the bloodlusty scrub behind you.''
''Wha?''
Somehow, and that's his own fault, the brainless moron had passed up on noticing Killer's presence the whole time, and OH DID HE PAY FOR THAT!
Killer attacked, beating (a.k.a. bitng) him down size in no time at all.
That guy was never to be heard of again! Positive thinking: probably moved to a different city! So, yeah, let's juts ignore the tricles of blood that seeped along the shadows off the allayway. It's not imporatant. Probably ketchup! And so was it ketchup that drip dropped from Killer's mouth once he reasumed following Law in tow.
''I guess, you are good for something after all. I'm surprised! Maybe, i should have you intoxicated with something wierd more often.''
Grunt. Grunt.
''No, i don't know, if that could become one of my newest hobbies!''
Kid's side
Saying Kid was running for his life would be an understatement. He was totally at the brink of screaming like a little girl. As it turns out, socks also know how to crawl, growl and bite. And they are good at it too.
Oh, and also out for revenge on Kid for leaving them for so long.
Fats forward. (yes, cause i'm lazy like that, but, if you feel better about it, let's just say the happenings on that night are too gruesome to be depicted in this so not gruesome and non-volatile story!)
So... um... yeah... Kid had had spent the whole night running and fighting them off. The red-heads only consolation that night was the sheer knowing that Law wasn't there to see it, otherwise, he would never live it down for the rest of his life.
It was only at the un-godly hour of 4 in the f*****g morning that Kid finally COLLECTED THEM ALL. Yei for brute strength! Although, for a few times, Kid had almost been done in, but, as we all know, almost doesn't count.
Currently, the poor fella is watching as the socks are snapping at him from behind the washing machine's glass. A tremor passed right through him. A bit more and his nightmare would finally be over.
Hopefully! (Yeah, right. - sarcasm)
Let's do a count down, shall we? A count down till Law and the rest get back!
Start! (we are starting from 4 in the morning)
5 hours left: Socks are shaking the washing machine. Kid's holding them down.
4 hours: The socks broke out. Kid's running for his life again!
3 hours: Socks entered his windpipe. Kid almost dies of suffocation!
2 hours: The socks are screaming out in agony. Kid's dosing them with everything that has ''wash'' in it's name or purpose ranging from soap to wodka.
1 hour: The socks stopped moving. Kid's happy!
30 minutes: The socks are hanging out to dry. Kid's making sure they are dead for real, real, not for play, play!
15 minutes: They are really dead. Kid's walking back into the house.
10 minutes: Kid takes in the condition of the house. It's a disaster!
5 minutes: Kid sighs and plops down on the coutch. ''I hate washing laundry!''
1 minute: Kid's out cold!
3... 2... 1...
''WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE!?''
Later that day (it's evening)...
(Law) ''Now was it that bad?''
(Kid) ''Yes.''
(Law) ''You're hopeless!''
(Kid) ''Can we, please, stop this topic?''
(Law) ''How rare of you to say please! But, fine. Instead, i can ammuse you by telling the saga of 'how that flee bag was actually useful'!''
(Kid) ''You mean Killer?''
(Law) ''Yes.''
(Kid) ''Ok, let's hear it.''
(Law) ''Once upon a day, there was a mutt who turned out to be useful. The end!''
(Kid) ''And that's it?''
(Law) ''What else did you expect?''
(Kid) ''I really feel like hitting you now, Trafalgar!''
Kid was ignored. Law opted for dozing to his own thoughts for a bit. ''But i still wonder... what made him suddenly warm up to me.''
(Kid) ''It's probably just a faze.''
(Law) ''That would be a logical assumption. That reminds me, here are the checks for Bepo's medical fees.''
''Che. I was hoping you forgot.''
Law handed him the checks. Kid looked at them and yelled out in shock. ''ARE YOU SERIOUS?''
''Stop your wining and pay up. Medicine isn't exactly cheap, you know!''
Kid peered at the checks hoping they would disintegrate before he noticed a particulary interesting check. ''Hey! what's this for? It looks different from the others. It's got 'dog' written next to it.''
''Where?''
''Here.'' Kid pointed to a number below.
''Oh, yeah, that's for Killer's detoxication. I wasn't thinking and unknowingly paid for him too.''
''SO THAT'S WHY he suddenly turned nice. You were the one, who was nice to him first.''
''Even, though, it wasn't my intention.''
''I guess, that particular fact didn't bother him.''
Killer came in the room with a rat in his mouth.
Kid looked at him happily. ''Come, here. Come, here, boy.''
At first it seemed he was going towards Kid, but then he turned and sat himself before Law, placing the rat in his lap.
(Law) ''Oh, this is just...''
Kid looked at him with jelousy in his eyes. ''Don't get so full of yourself. You paying for his medical fees doesn't mean you can take him away from me.''
Looking at the rat in his lap, ''I can assure you, that i don't plan on on that anytime soon... or ever for that matter.''
A/n: Remember, kids, wash your socks! Get them before they get you! And don't forget to review! I know i'm a lazy-ass and took forever to finish this, but, i promise, all this time i wasn't up for anythign sassy, and, when i'm not in the mood, i can't write anyhting properly nice.
