A/N: Before I start the chapter I must apologize for the long wait for the next chapter. I've got 2 excuses. One being writers block, I just didn't know how to go about this chapter and how to get from point A to point B. The other excuse being vacation. I was on vacation for a few weeks.

So I sincerely apologize and hope you both forgive me and enjoy this chapter.

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Law laughed at the face I was making at him and ruffled my hair. "Well don't be. Just stick to the plan and everything should be fine."

I didn't like how he said the word should.

He had gone through his plan with me once and then with annoyance answered my questions about his plans. He made no changes despite my questions but he walked me through everything a second time in a hushed voice. We were still standing by the back door, tucked away and lost in the crowd. Or so we thought. No attack had come yet, though we were both just waiting for it to come, for me to have to jump out and start swinging my pocket knife at the attacker.

"Attention! Attention! If everyone would please file up to the second floor to start the bidding on Mark Reid's artwork and sculptures. Grab a paddle before you enter the room. The bidding will start in ten minutes!" Someone announced, probably from the second floor. I could just see some random guy dressed in a tux like Law was flailing his arms around and shouting to get everyone's attention.

"Would another knife make you feel better Miss. Sienna?" Law whispered into my ear mockingly.

"No."

"I thought you were worried."

"I am." I admitted. I was quite worried. I could just see all the ways this plan could go wrong. There were so many people around, so many people who could have been the one to cuff Law. But I had faith in my Captain and I didn't have an option as to whether or not I wanted to follow his plan. "However we cannot have you unarmed now can we? You're the one who depends on your Devil Fruit power."

"You're the one with the least amount of experience. And do you think my medical expertise is for nothing? I assure you I can cripple, maim or kill with my bare hands if I wished to Milady. You on the other hand cannot."

"Are you trying to make me feel worse or better?" I hissed at him grabbing his hand and pulling him into the crowd that was like a stream that was heading up to the second floor. The both of us allowed ourselves to be swept up in its current instead of becoming the rocks or obstacles that forced the water to break and go around it.

My only answer was Law squeezing the hand that I was using to hold on to him. I didn't want to lose him in the crowd, that would be disastrous for both of us. We were both wanted and it would probably end really badly if we were separated and unaware of what had happened to the other. I'd probably freak out even though Law wasn't defenseless he was at the same time. And Law… well I don't know how he'd react but it wouldn't be good no matter what he did.

As we made our way up the stairs Law leaned heavily on me. He had draped himself across my shoulders and was dragging his feet as though they were made of led and it was hard for him to walk. Conveniently his chin rested on my shoulder so that it was easy to whisper to me. I don't know how he did it but he made his hands shake and he made himself look as though the sea stone was working perfectly. He looked weak, something I wasn't used to my Captain appearing. But that was just part of the plan, part of his act.

The river I had dragged him into thinned at the doorway on the second floor. We wound our way up the stairs and to the second level as everyone else had. We were one of the last people to approach the doorway. Neither of us bothered to take a paddle for we'd need both of our hands free. I was on high alert even as we entered the room and took our seats.

"Calm down. You're fooling nobody." The goal was to act as though I was worried about him. I wasn't supposed to be constantly scanning the area for somebody who could be a marine.

"Sorry." I hissed at him with a frown. Unfortunately my acting skills weren't very good. They would have been better if Law had just decided that he was going to start acting frail and weak without telling me.

Before he could respond my dad stepped onto the stage, in front of the screen that had been pulled down. Overhead was an overhead which appeared to be connected to the computer in the corner. They were probably going to display the artworks as they were auctioned off by the rich people who had come to my dad's art show.

"Thank you for coming." He began his speech. Never good at beating around the bush he got straight to the point and said, "Sienna if you could please come up here."

My head jerked up to look at my dad before I jerkily looked at Law, silently questioning if I should get up or not. I wondered if that would ruin his act.

"Well?" he asked.

"Aren't we supposed to act all you know sickly and dotting?" I asked as the silence stretched on. They were waiting for whoever Sienna was to get up and go to the stage. People began looking around as though expecting to be able to pick someone out to be Sienna.

The room we were in saw set up with a stage and a screen. It was longer than it was wide and metal folding chairs with cushions on the seat had been set out. Almost all of them were filled. The lights hadn't been dimmed, though I doubt they would be. If they were how was the auctioneer going to see the paddles being raised and people making their bids on the artwork?

"What are you waiting for?" Law impatiently asked. Had he not been in the process of acting all sickly and out of energy then he'd have stood up and dragged me up there already.

"You want me to go up there?" I was surprised, really I was. I was trying to figure out what was going through my Captains head but I wasn't getting as far as I'd have liked to.

"Yes. Now stand up and take us up there."

"But-"

"Everyone's waiting for you." He said.

Obviously he wanted me to get up and go to the stage, to stand by my dad's side. So since he's the Captain and I'm the subordinate I obeyed. I stood, adjusting him accordingly before slowly making my way up to the stage. I could feel their eyes watching me. I could hear the quiet murmur of their whispers though I was glad I couldn't hear their words.

Walking up to the stage was a long process because Law was making it difficult for me. But I couldn't do anything about it. "Having troubles?" He asked about half way up to the stage. I swear he asked just to spite me. He knew I wasn't having an easy time.

"Just enjoy the ride." I grumbled at him. There wasn't much I could say to him. Maybe going up on stage wasn't a part of his original plan but now it was a part of his revised plan. He had figured something out, something that would help us. At least I think he had.

Finally though, after stumbling up the two small steps that were at the side of the stage I stood next to my dad, out of breath and breathing heavily. And Law carried me without exerting any kind of effort. Why was it so hard to carry him? He wasn't fat; in fact he was all muscle. I guess that's the problem, muscle weighs more than fat.

"Is he ok?" My dad hissed at me, leaning away from the microphone. When I just nodded, still trying to catch my breath he looked me over and then asked, "How about you? Are you ok?"

Again I nodded and looked at Law. "Can you stand?" I asked him as though he were impaired. I looked at my dad and reading his expression said, "He just feels a bit out of it." I made sure that the words carried. I hope Law was looking for someone to react in even the most slightest of ways because I had my back to the sea of faces and was trying to steady a man who needed no help what's so ever.

On his feet Law swayed and then collapsed with a collective gasp from the crowd. I caught him, as he had fallen forwards not straight down. I struggled to push him into an upright position. As I did he spoke, "Don't look now. But I believe the person we're looking for is in the third row, tenth seat." I didn't look over my shoulder, simply managed to find a good position for him to lean on me and for me to keep the both of us on our feet. Once I had found that spot I looked at the crowd and counted the tows and then the seats over.

"Are you good?" My dad asked looking unsure. I nodded, "I'll make this as quick as possible." And with that he began to speak, this time quickly and not to just me. "This is Sienna, my inspiration, my daughter, my everything. Let's give her a round of applause."

At those words my dad thrust his arm to the side towards me. His last word echoed around the room before applause drowned out the echo of his voice in the microphone. "And now the bidding will commence." He said after the applause died down. Immediately after he said that he shooed us off the stage, hurrying down off of it himself. "Is he really ok?" Black eyes dubiously looked over Law, taking in his weak appearance and his dependence on me.

I weakly nodded. I didn't like lying to my dad but I had to. Just like how I had 'run away with Law'. It had necessary to lie to him then as well. "Y-yeah he's fine."

"You can go home if you want. I'm glad you managed to stay this long to be honest. I know this isn't your kind of thing." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"I think we'll be staying to watch the show." Law told my dad before I got the chance to say anything. So with that we returned to our seats, the first few items having been sold in the time it took for us to get there.

"Why don't we just sneak up to them and kill them as simple as that?"

"Miss Sienna." He murmured into my ear in a way that made me shudder. "What's wrong with simply waiting?"

I didn't have to see him smirk to know that he had done exactly that as I tried to explain myself to him. "W-well you were so adamant about leaving not twenty minutes ago and now you want to stay?"

"Yes well the show hadn't started yet now had it?"

"I suppose not."

"Don't worry."

I nodded to show my captain that I was going to try my best to 'not worry'. After all he was the captain and I was supposed to obey his requests and his orders.

The next ten minutes were that of things going smoothly, of prices skyrocketing and alarming speeds and my dad's artwork getting bought. The only sound was that of the very quick talking auctioneer, the hum of the computer and the constant tic tic tic of the clock that was counting the seconds, the minutes and the hours quietly. As the minutes passed and slipped into hours my head began drooping and my eyelids began getting heavy. I tried not to fall asleep but the auction was boring and Law was still acting.

Suddenly though something pinched my ear. Instantly I was up and alert. Looking around as someone hissed, "Stay alert."

"You bit me!" I hissed back at him, surprise making my voice raise a few octaves as I cupped my hand over my ear. He had bitten me! Sure in the bed I could understand, or when we were alone but we were in public and he didn't do things like that. I would know very well, it was a struggle to get the man to show any PDA.

Law chuckled as though he found my reaction funny. Hell he probably did. "Very observant you are Lady Sienna."

Frowning I sunk down in my seat. I was now wide awake thanks to that little bite. I just couldn't believe that he had done that to me just to make sure I didn't fall asleep. "What are we waiting for anyway? Wouldn't he have done something by now already?"

"One of two things will happen. One they will attack during the show. Or two, we will attack after the show. Either way we cannot have you falling asleep. After all I won't be able to do what I'd normally do." He explained.

I nodded and began to let my mind wander. First came thoughts about the crew and how they were faring or what they were doing. And then came thoughts about Bepo and his lady bear companion. I began wondering what they were doing at my house since we weren't there. They were probably watching TV or something like that. Or maybe they were eating or something. Who knew? I just hoped they weren't getting in trouble.

"Sienna." My name was spoken in a sharp tone that jerked me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see three people lunging at us. Two men and one woman. The men were wearing tux's like Law's, and the woman was wearing a floor length blue gown with her hair done up and pearls around her neck. They looked like cats pouncing. The problem was that Law and I were the mice.

Without thinking I reached around Law, felt the handle and yanked it out from under the waist line of his pants and swiped it in a horizontal arc. I didn't have time to think and it would take too long to pull out my pocket knife and open it. I thought on the instincts that Penguin and Shachi had ground into me. The blade was long and when the kitchen knife sliced across the first guys middle his eyes widened and he dropped to the floor clutching his bleeding stomach.

The downfall of their friend didn't seem to stop the other two, who attacked us as though nothing had happened. I apologized to Law as I, his resting spot, abruptly stood, disappeared from his side and blocked a few of the man and woman's punches and kicks.

I was so focused on the two of them that I hadn't noticed the uproar that was going up around the five of us. I didn't hear the screams of the terrified rich people or their shouts. I didn't see their pointing fingers until later. I slashed and stabbed at the second man, he was more troublesome than the woman who was having difficulty throwing kicks in her long and restricting dress, though she had figured that her purse could be a weapon. I felt something sneak into my pocket as I stood in front of Law, protecting him to the best of my abilities. I didn't look down, I couldn't spare the second it could take. I slashed the man across his face, blood spilled down his face and he staggered back grabbing at his face. Through the blood I saw his blue eyes widened as his foot caught on an outstretched leg of the first man to go down. As he began his backwards descent something lodged into his chest. My eyes widened when I saw the handle of my pocket knife protruding from his heart. I took a step forwards, forgetting about the woman, to retrieve my knife. The falling man reached out to me with bloody hands that didn't quite reach me.

Three years ago and I'd have been mentally scared. And even though this wasn't something I would soon forget I would eventually get over it.

As I bent down to get my pocket knife the kitchen knife I had stolen from Law was jerked from my grasp. A scream and then a gurgling sound followed as I pulled my knife out of the man's chest and straightened up. Turning around I expected to see Law standing there with the bloody knife over the woman's body. However that was not the case. He was lying down, still keeping up the weak and pathetic façade. The bloody knife was in his hands as I had expected but he was struggling under the woman's limp body, though I'm sure that was an act as well.

With a quiet growl I grabbed her by the back of her dress and pulled her off of Law.

"See?" He sat up, dusting himself off. Frowning he looked at me and said, "Sorry I ruined your tie."

I let out a laugh and pulled him to his feet, allowing him to lean heavily on me. With the three people bleeding and groaning at our feet we calmly turned away and dove into the flood. Only unlike last time we weren't going with the flow, we weren't racing for the exit with worried and scared expressions. We weren't pushing and shoving. The only things we were doing that everyone else was doing was fighting. Only it was to get to the stage where a few men stood.

One of the men was the Auctioneer who was telling people not the panic and to try to exit in an orderly fashion. But he was wasting his time, his breath and his energy. It was obvious that no one was listening to him. The other man was my father who looked quite distraught. He seemed to be looking for something in the crowd though I didn't know if he was searching for me or for something else. And then there was a brown haired man with his hands clasped behind his back, a jacket across his shoulders but his arms not through the limp sleeves.

We were crazy. I was crazy, and Law was positively insane. We were the people the Marine was searching the crowd for but here we were heading straight towards the man who wanted us dead.

It was a struggle to get up there, like trying to go up the down escalator.

But finally we made it. I didn't know what we were going to do. The two of us were brandishing blades but Law was still acting and therefore I was still hindered by both him and my lack of skills.

"Sienna!" My dad shouted when he saw me. He must have only seen the blood and not the knife in my hand because he looked me over and frantically asked, "Are you ok? What happened to you?"

"Get out of here. I'm fine." I urged trying to push him around me and towards the stairs we had ascended for the second time today.

"Not without you." He grabbed my wrist and began pulling me the direction I had been trying to push him.

"No." I said too sharply, yanking my wrist out of his hand. My dad froze with questioning eyes and a confused expression.

"What? There's some psycho's out there, we have to get out of here." His voice was urgent with a frightened undertone.

At the word psycho's I felt Law's chest vibrate with laughter. I sharply elbowed him despite my better judgment but even then he didn't stop.

I shook my head almost sadly. "Don't worry about me."

His eyes hardened and he shot Law a look that could have killed him had he had the power to make looks kill. "What has he done to you?"

"Many things you'd disapprove of." I smiled and laughed quietly.

Before my dad could say anything, before he could try to drag me off, I saw something flash in the corner of my eye and shoved Law out of the way. Ungracefully he tripped and fell as though I had pushed him hard enough to knock him off his feet. Under normal circumstances he probably wouldn't have even stumbled back a step or so.

"Forget about me?" The Marine sneered gleefully as he turned away from my dad and towards us. "Are you ready to die Surgeon of Death, Death's Lady?" He cocked his head to the side and crooned. "How cute the two of you are. Don't worry girly I'll save your precious Captain for last."

Law was still acting and I was standing in front of him, pocket knife ready, eyes narrowed. No one threatened my captain. Had Bepo been here he'd have already done something to this man. But he was a bear with skills; I was a girl with … well nothing much.

"Try it." I growled at him deciding to make the first move. I ran at him, looking him in the eyes, watching for any flick of movement. I swung at him but the only thing the tall brown haired Marine did was back up. He didn't swing his katana or throw any punches. As I aimed for his heart, a quick kill my wrist was caught. I stopped my wild attacks and began trying to jerk my wrist out of his grasp using the multiple ways that Shachi, Penguin and Bepo had taught. But none of them worked though it was probably because my other hand was full and some of the techniques required both hands.

With my mind blank and his katana approaching I lashed out, reverting to the single move that Shachi and Penguin hadn't taught me. My foot caught him between the legs and instantly my wrist was dropped. His hands went to his crotch and even though he didn't fall his face twisted up with pain.

While he wasn't attacking me I went to attack him only for my arm to be grabbed and for me to be pulled over to where Law was lounging as though he were enjoying the show more than he was acting.

"What did that man just call you?" My dad asked not pulling me off the stage but instead towards Law. Only when we were standing over him did my dad ask his question.

"Death's Lady?" I questioned. This wasn't the time to be doing an interrogation and I had a feeling that it was coming soon.

"Is that-"

"Yes." I didn't even let him finish.

"And is that a Marine?" He asked yet another question. By this time the man had recovered.

"Ye-wait how do you know?"

He shook his head and too quickly said, "Never mind."

"But-"

"You have bigger problems. I'll stay out of your way but I'm not leaving."

"Wha-" I began only for Law to kick my feet out from under me, push himself to his knees and just narrowly stop an attack the Marine had been aiming at me.

"Pay attention Sienna." Law growled. Sweat beaded on his temple and his grip was shaky. I don't think that was part of the act, blocking the katana with a carving knife with sea stone cuffs was taking a lot of effort on.

"Sorry Captain." I briefly bowed my head for a second to show my remorse and then attacked the Marine.

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After reprimanding Sienna she jumped back into the fray and began fighting the Marine tooth and nail. I had to admit she wasn't doing too badly, though it was obvious he was only toying with her. I was using her to wear the man I recognized as Roy, a well-known Marine, down because I knew full well that she could not take on a powerful Marine. Not by herself at least and there was no one here to help her. The Marine thought that he had me, that I was going to be easy to pick off. But that wasn't going to be the case. In this case what the Marine officer did not know wasn't going to hurt him was not true. Sienna had come up with a fix that kept most of the cuff off of my skin but I still couldn't use my devil fruit power.

Mark, Sienna's dad, was quite tense beside me. His fists were clenched tightly and were shaking at his sides as he watched his daughter fight a man with a katana. But that was the least of our problems. He had a devil fruit power, that was the only way to explain why the two men and the one woman had attacked us after returning to our seats. His devil fruit had something to do with control. I didn't know if it was a power similar to that of Doflamingo or if it was something entirely different but he had a Devil fruit power and had yet to use it for whatever reason.

"Do you know something about the One Piece world Mr. Reid?" I asked while we were here doing nothing. Plus he could use the distraction. He looked on the verge of rushing out into the middle of the fight and to start fighting the Marine who was harming his daughter. And though it was understandable I couldn't allow that to happen.

What would happen if he distracted her and she received a fatal wound? With the lack of my own devil fruit abilities the results would be disastrous. I wasn't yet ready to lose Sienna.

"Yes." His answer surprised me and I looked away from Sienna and up at the man next to me.

"From the show?"

"Yes and no."

Yes and no? I assumed that meant he had heard of the show, maybe even watched it, but knew of it from a different source. "If not from the show One Piece then how?"

"That Mr. Law is a story for another time."

"I look forwards to that time."

"Are you not going to help my daughter?" He growled looking down at me with fury dancing in his dark eyes.

I couldn't help but smile at him. "Not yet Sir."

"Why the hell not?! She's obviously struggling!"

"Yes. I know. I don't advise for you to get in their way."

"If you're not going to help her then I am." And with that the man ran out into the middle of the stage where the Marine's weapon was making a large arc towards Sienna. It was a move that she'd be able to dodge or block with ease. I wasn't worried about her, not yet at least. I wasn't going to let any real harm come to her. A few scrapes and cuts, a few close calls weren't going to kill her, she'd live without going into critical condition. Even with someone with Sienna's lack of skills would be able to see it coming and act according.

"Mr. Reid." I called after him not bother to go after him to make him stop. He wouldn't have listened to reason anyways so it was pointless to try and stop him. He'd have to face the consequences of his reckless and blinded actions. Unfortunately the man who had unwisely shoved her out of the way of the blade did not have even two short years of training under his belt. As Sienna hit the floor the katana the Marine was wielding hacked into the side of Mark Reid. From where I was I saw Sienna's violet eyes widen and the Marine smile.

I pushed myself to my feet, the carving knife Sienna had insisted I bring gripped loosely in one hand. I suppose it was time I join the fight, since Sienna was no longer fit to fight. The wound mark had obtained was fatal and from the looks of it was a well-known fact, we all knew it.

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A/N: God I'm sorry this chapter isn't the best. And I lied about the person who was going to make their debut in this chapter. I hope you manage to like it still. I'll try to make the next one better.

Drop some constructive criticism, ideas or questions; tell me whatever it is you wish to. Reviews are quite welcome.