Feline Prowess
Chapter Ten: Blood War

A/N: Have you guys ever watched that YouTube video "I Can't Even"? Well that's me when I read all your wonderful reviews. :D
Law: Your face gets distorted in a disgusting way?
Me: Not helping, Law. Not in the slightest.

Law just couldn't look at Mugiwara the same, not after, what he dubbed, the 'Kneading Incident'. The cat purposely – and Law didn't fucking care if the whole fucking world thought he was crazy, he fucking knew it was done on purpose – got him aroused and sat there smirking (or grinning, Law wasn't quite sure which just yet) like he was just so goddamn sly.

It made Law want to rip his hair out.

But because he wasn't a big fan of baldness, he didn't tear any roots out. Instead he stood in the living room, his finger quickly tapping his crossed arm as he partially glared at the poor, innocent bookshelf before him. The book he'd been reading yesterday had been one of the best books he'd picked up in a long time, but now…

Now he couldn't even look at its cover without thinking about Mugiwara's (*cough*talented*cough*) paws kneading in his lap. He let out a frustrated growl because for once he didn't know what to really think. Mugiwara was a cat. A simple cat. Yet this simple cat had somehow managed to walk into Law's life and make it infinitely better yet worse at the same time.

Law woke up early that morning with an erection. Why? Because he fucking dreamt of that fucking simple cat. How could one creature turn his entire world upside down? How could one little creature get under his skin so quickly and easily? Law was seriously starting to doubt his own sanity, and just thinking about the whole matter only made his head ache. There was no way he'd ever fall for an animal, that was just too…weird. On so many levels. Never mind that the cat could understand him, which only made it weirder, it was still so wrong and very much violated the natural laws of nature.

How would a relationship even work with a human and a cat? It couldn't, therefore it was deemed impossible and unthought of.

He gave a sigh of finality, ending his thoughts on the matter as he reached for the book he was reading the other day. Mugiwara be damned, he was finishing this book today no matter what. Damn that cat and his smirking/grinning self, he was going to enjoy this book and he was going to enjoy it so damn hard that the cat would end up jealous.

…Okay so maybe he really was losing more of what little sanity he had.

Huh.

It took him a while – fifteen minutes – to fully find himself lost in the book once more without memories or phantom paws invading his mind. His entire soul was focused on the pages before him and his eyes took in all the words written on the beautiful white fields. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his mind imagined the scene down to every detail he was currently reading, and he eagerly turned the page to see what would happen next.

However, before he could finish turning the page, a loud crash followed by an alarmed yowl broke him out of his trance. He let a quiet growl escape his throat as he slammed the book shut, quickly getting to his feet as he headed for the kitchen. As he entered it, Mugiwara ran out; probably to avoid getting in trouble. Law quietly cursed under his breath, he'd really been enjoying his book but now–

When he got in the kitchen and looked around, he saw nothing was out of the ordinary, making him lightly frown. He knew he'd heard a crash, and crashes didn't just happen in thin air with no consequences in its wake. He walked over to the sink and– yep, there it was. Three plates had slipped from the dish-strainer and into the sink. Luckily, they hadn't broken. He began to put them back into their proper cabinets when the sight of something red caught his eye. Putting the last dish away, he inspected the red object in the sink a little closer. His eyes slightly widened.

It was blood.

A knife had also fallen with the three dishes, and a light amount of watered-down blood stained the edge of it. His gray eyes looked down at the kitchen floor and he couldn't help but feel his heart race when he spotted a bloody paw print sitting there by his feet. "Mugiwara-ya!" He quickly exited the kitchen and looked around the living room, but he found no signs of the lovable feline. "Mugiwara-ya?" He tried the bedroom next, getting down on his hands and knees to check under the bed. No cat there either. The only other door that was currently open was the bathroom. Peeking inside, he was relieved to see the familiar animal sitting on the sink.

Mugiwara looked up at the surgeon with apologetical eyes, and the surgeon couldn't help the soft smile that escaped him. "Here, let me see your leg." The black cat held out his right arm and Law could see a nasty cut decorating the animal's fur. He grimaced at the sight, he had no doubt that it was painful. "This is going to require stitches," he noted, and the cat didn't seem very bothered by that. Maybe it had no idea what stitches were. "But first I'm going to have to clean it with some alco–"

Mugiwara's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled his injured limb away; taking the surgeon by surprise. "If we don't clean it, it could get infected. If a wound gets too infected, amputation is needed if antibiotics no longer help. So it's best to just get it over with now–"

Mrrowrrr.

Did…did Mugiwara just…growl at him?

Oh, no.

No.

Law's eyes narrowed.

Mugiwara's narrowed, too.

"We can do this the easy way…or the hard way." Mugiwara didn't back down, nor did Law. He slowly closed the bathroom door behind him, locking it for good measure and never broke eye contact with the feline. "So, we're going to do this the hard way, then." He reached for the medicine cabinet and opened a pack of alcohol pads, pulling one out. The cat's ears flatted against its head and a row of sharp canines were bared in a threatening manner as a hiss left its mouth.

Law's hand shot out quicker than Mugiwara expected, but luckily felines were built with quick reflexes. Mugiwara's paw moved lightning fast and pain blossomed in Law's hand, making him hiss as he retreated his hand that now sported three claw marks. His eyes narrowed even more.

Oh, it was fucking on.

Law, in the end, was the victor. But his victory came with a heavy price. His arms and hands now sported multiple scratch marks. One even adorned his cheek and the base of his neck. His grip on the back of Mugiwara's neck did not loosen in the slightest. He and the cat were now inside the bathtub, and he was pretty much sitting on said cat. Immobilized, Mugiwara could only growl and hiss as the surgeon gave a dry and dark chuckle, finally bringing the alcohol pad down to clean the wound.

The cat hissed and slightly recoiled at the pain that lasted a measly ten seconds.

Ten seconds of pain…for eight minutes of chasing and evading.

With the wound finally clean, Law got off the cat and chose to continue sitting in the tub, catching his breath with his back against the wall and his legs over the tub's rim. He looked over his now messy bathroom and his own injuries before giving a groan. He'd have to clean up all the blood Mugiwara left everywhere while running from him along with all the bottles, containers, and medical instruments that clattered to the ground during their war. Not too mention he'd have to clean his own injuries.

But for now, he had to sow up Mugiwara's wound. "Are you going to put up a fight while I try to sow your wound?" The cat shook his head. "Good. Because if you do, I swear I'll take a scalpel to your balls right now."

The cat blanched at the mental image because, in the back of his mind, he knew Law wasn't joking.

Not in the slightest.

With the wound now sown and bandaged, Law attended to his own injuries and cleaned the bathroom. The surgeon couldn't help but grumble though. "He freaks out over ten seconds of pain but can hold perfectly still when I'm sowing him up. Makes no sense," he mumbled, scrubbing at the blood that dried on the floor. He was glad Mugiwara was alright, no doubt about that, but the relief faded a while ago and now he was left severely annoyed.

His morning had been terrible, work had been a pain in the ass, thinking had been stressful, reading had been fun, worrying for Mugiwara had been tiring, chasing Mugiwara had been frustrating, sowing the wound had been relaxing, attending his own injuries had been irritating, and now cleaning up his messed up bathroom after a useless war was vexing. He let out an exasperated sigh, getting up from his knees to look over the now clean bathroom. Everything was in place and not a drop of blood was in sight. Good.

Now he could go back to reading his b–

Knock knock knock

"Oi, Law! Ya home?"

"You idiot, he's always home."

Law felt like his head was about to explode.

"I swear you two are like cancers; you think it's gone and then, horrifically, it reappears again."

"That was the worst joke ever made, and not funny in the least," Penguin deadpanned, completely serious. He hated cancer jokes, probably because he saw just what it did to people first hand nearly every day at the hospital. For Law to go and use cancer of all things in a joke only proved that the surgeon was in a foul mood.

Law threw the assistant surgeon a look that promised pain and suffering if he didn't give a very good reason for them intruding his house again. Penguin also noted the multiple scratch marks on his hands and arms, and couldn't tear his eyes away from the scratch on the male's cheek. "A-Anyway," he started, his mind slightly racing. Why was Law in such a terrible mood? He hadn't seen the male this angered or annoyed since… Well, since Kidd tricked him into coming to a strip club and had all the dancers swarm the surgeon at once.

Yeah, that night hadn't ended well.

Kidd still had the scars to show just how 'thankful' Law had been for his surprise.

The memory sent a shiver down Penguin's spine.

Was he angry because he got in a fight with Mugiwara? Speaking of the cat, he glanced over at the small creature and noticed a bandaged wrapped around one of its legs. Did Law get those scratches while trying to help Mugiwara? That would explain the bad mood, if anything…

"A friend of Sachi's girlfriend is moving away and was generous to give him a bag of his old clothes that no longer fit him. They were too thin for Sachi and me, so we figured they might fit you. I-If you don't want them, we can leave. Right now." He threw a glance at the door, wondering if he'd be able to make it outside in time if Law decided to snap. He decided his chances were not in his favor, seeing as Law was much faster than he was.

The surgeon sighed. "Fine. Alright, I'll take a look at them. You can leave the bag on the couch." Sachi, who also noticed Law's terrible mood, simply nodded and did as told; not daring to throw out a joke or comment in fear of worsening the male's mood.

"Okay, so we'll see you tomorrow at work," Sachi quickly said, exiting the house.

"See ya, Law. Bye Mugiwara."

"Bye Mugiwara."

The front door closed and Law leaned against it tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he gave another sigh. Reading was now the last thing he wanted to do. Entering the living room he eyed the bag of clothes warily. Well, he had nothing else to do.

Most of the clothes Law knew he wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Bright colors just weren't his thing. Unless it was yellow. Then maybe he could go for it. As long as it wasn't too bright. He shifted through the bag a little more. He found a black shirt, a gray, and a dark blue shirt he was willing to keep. His eyes landed on a pair of pants and he pulled them out, eyeing them carefully. They looked like they would fit…

Only one way to find out if they fit.

He pulled down his pants and placed them on the bed, leaving him in his shirt and boxers. He then began to pull the pair of pants on. Mugiwara watched with intense eyes from the bed, taking in all the details of Law's back tattoo and muscles. The cat couldn't help but stare at the human's ass, too.

Once on, Law discovered the pants were snug; hugging his ass and legs nicely. He looked in the mirror to see how they looked. They were a dark blue with flared bottoms. He liked them. Now, to take them off.

Mugiwara watched from the side with amusement and interest as Law wiggled his hips to get the pants off.

Ah, yes. The advantages of being a cat.

A/N: UGH. I feel so disappointed with this chapter. Sorry if it sucked. And I hope you guys realize when I say a chapter sucks, I honestly feel like it does. I don't say that in hopes of getting compliments. No, I'm not like that in the least. It's just how I honestly feel. I'm pretty pessimistic when it comes to myself and whatever I do. Plus, in 2009 I was added "The Shit-Failures List" on someone's FF profile. It's one of the reasons I'm kinda iffy about uploading things. But, to be fair, my writing really did suck back then. Luckily, I have improved…somewhat. Ish. Eh. *cough*

Anyway! Oh! I have a question about stories after this is finished. I was going to write Laugh Maker (Summary: Multiple one-shots, all varying with different situations and outcomes. Law can never find happiness and gives in to his sadness. And that was when the Laugh Maker appeared at his door. LawLu), but then three people approached me and asked me to do a story about a few comics they saw on Tumblr. Basically, it's Law on the Thousand Sunny and Luffy manages to trigger several panic attacks/memories from him accidentally throughout their trip. (Based on the comics where Doflamingo raped Law as a child.) It's also a LawLu story (or not, if you don't want it to be). And then I had another idea called Unforgettable. It's basically about: Law is with the Straw Hats (post Dressrosa) and falls overboard. But when he wakes up, he's suddenly in our world (in the year 1691). He becomes a myth and legend as he lives his life in solitude until the present year (2015) where he meets the reincarnation of Luffy. (LawLu story.)

So which idea do you guys want to see first? Let me know please please please! I need to know which one I have to start focusing on. Thank you, and have a great day!

Your shy ice elemental,
~»roo the psycho«