A/N: Here's the next :')
33. Sledgehammer
Dod Island, 5:05 PM
The SMILE Factory
Sanji felt his headache growing to astronomical heights.
"Zoro," he hisses, jogging after the man and dragging him back to the group. "Stop fucking walking off every three minutes."
The green haired frowns in his direction, but lets himself get led. "You all need to walk in a straight line. It's not my fault you keep misleading me."
"With all due respect," Marco perks up from behind them, "we haven't even been moving, Zoro."
Zoro shoots him a look as Sanji sighs. "Seriously, focus up. We have a job to do."
"I know that," Zoro snaps, pulling away from Sanji and fighting the overwhelming urge to find his own way to the building. "They're just taking so damn long to open the doors to the factory. I'm getting all jumpy and shit."
The blonde dancer glances to the front of their posse, where Ivankov and a few other officers stood discussing something that seemed important. They were a few minutes' walk into the forest, just having parted from Luffy, Law, and Sabo. The blonde revolutionary wasn't kidding when he said the factory was basically a hop and skip inland. It took them no more than a minute and a half's jog to get there. The structure blended well with the island's shrubbery, and was completely hidden within the greens despite its proximity to the beach.
Sanji tilts his chin up to get a better glance of the factory. Multiple wide, towering cylinders of smooth steel greets them, and barred walkways circle around its outside. Thick pipes connect several of the buildings together, with a few pointed at the sky, where a colorless gas escapes into the atmosphere. The whole place reeks of some slightly metallic smell, and Sanji wonders briefly if it's what Law's been smelling in the Going Merry.
"Okay vyou all," Ivankov begins, finally turning to the men following him. "If vwe're going to meet Sabo and the others at the base in less than two hours, vwe're gonna have to get to work here soon."
"Are we just...heading in?" Marco furrows his brows. "No preface, nothing?"
The purple haired laughs. "Do vwe need to introduce vourselves before tearing the place down?"
Sanji feels annoyance prick at the back of his neck. "Isn't there anything you should warn us about, or anything we need to know before we just burst in?"
Ivankov gives him a grin. "VYou all are plenty strong by vyourselves, VI can tell. There isn't much more to explain when someone says to 'destroy the place', now is there?"
Sanji's expression contorts. "I guess so, but-"
"Then vyou don't worry, boy." Ivankov goes up to the front door and examines it. "VWe'll be right at your back, supporting vyou all. And VI'm here. This should be done quickly."
The blonde feels a calloused hand clap his shoulder. "Don't worry, Sanji," Zoro smirks, a mischievous twinkle to his eyes. "I'll be here too, in case you're in any danger."
Sanji ignores his heart skipping a beat at the use of his name, and instead thinks back to when Zoro was hospitalized for doing just that. He shrugs off the hand on his shoulder and faces his fellow dancer with a frown.
"I don't need that from you," Sanji grits, giving the man the finger. "Focus on not getting lost the second you step foot in the damn place, Marimo."
The twinkle is gone from Zoro's eyes as they narrow at him. "Wanna try saying that again, shitty cook? I'm tryna help you here."
"Didn't we already have this conversation? I don't need your damn help."
"I do what I want, whether you like it or not."
"God, how can you be both the most annoying man I've ever meet and the hottest guy I-"
"Fuck you and fuck your-"
"Guys," Marco interrupts, edged with exasperation. "The Revolutionaries are already inside. You're the only ones still out here."
Sanji shoots Zoro one more glare before surveying his surroundings. Huh. Marco was right. Everyone was already gone- the front door had been crashed in, and the agents were already wreaking havoc inside. A piercing alarm sounds from within the building, coupled with a blaring red light and various explosions.
The older blonde nods towards the door. "Let's get going. The faster we bring this gigantic building down, the faster we can meet the others at the base at seven."
Sanji exchanges looks with Zoro. The defiance in his eyes is gone, replaced by an iron like-will. "Fine. Marimo, you stick close to me."
The green haired whips out a couple swords and huffs. "Whatever."
The blonde starts for the building and snickers. "Oh, so you can be agreeable after all?"
"Shut it before I do some practice swings on you."
Marco looks between the two of them but doesn't comment. He falls into step beside them as they enter the building, into the chaos.
Dod Island, 5:21 PM
Doflamingo's Study
"Who the hell is that?" Luffy asks, narrowed eyes studying the figure on the ground. "Kidd, is that you?"
There's a soft groan from the man under Doflamingo's foot. The blonde chuckles and digs his heel deeper into the man's side, eliciting a cry of pain.
"Kidd!" Luffy yells, making for the man on the floor.
"Wait, Luffy," Law hisses, putting a hand on his shoulder just before he's out of arm's reach. "What did we discuss earlier?"
"I'm going to kick his ass now ." The teen brings up a shaking fist. "He's pissing me off."
Luffy's charging towards him again, but Law tightens his grip on the younger's shoulder. "Idiot. Do you not remember the discussion we had on the way here?"
When the younger only growls in response, Law leans closer to his ear. "I told you the plan I had was our ultimate stratagem. I also told you not to get heated!"
The teen wrenches himself out of Law's grip and makes a dead sprint for Doflamingo regardless. "Fuck it, I'm going to do it now!"
The surgeon curses under his breath and tightens the grip on his sword. "You fool," he grits. His volume increases. "I'll teach you a lesson later!"
If only the situation was different, maybe those words would have a different connotation. Yet they didn't, and here they were, both making advances towards the man who fucked up their lives.
"You're going to attack Doffy?" Trebol wheezes amusedly, snot flying. "Are you both nuts? This is fun!"
Doflamingo continued to sit perched on his chair with nonchalance painted on his features as the men approached. Law huffs as he makes his way in front of Luffy, and once he's within a close enough range to the blonde, raises his arms high above his head, Kikoku glinting in the afternoon light.
He brings his blade down with precision, and Doflamingo veers out of its way, a smile spreading his features. Law tenses as if preparing for another strike, and the blonde smirks and skirts back again. But instead of playing into this, Law stays down, kneeling on one knee. He lowers his head as he feels Luffy use his back as a stepping stone, catapulting him into the air.
A battle cry erupts from the younger as Luffy's fist connected with Doflamingo's gut. The blonde let out a strangled sound as the blow nearly folds his being in half. Law hums with approval at Luffy's strength. When they were on their way here and planned this endeavor- Law would've planned more eloquently, but he quickly realized that it would be a waste of time, as Luffy and plans didn't exactly make the best mix- Luffy had told him of his innate monstrous strength. Sabo was a firm believer of it as well. That wasn't to say that Law didn't, because if they both claimed he was strong then who was he to object, but seeing was believing.
And he believed.
Just as Doflamingo rolled into a heap of pink on the floor, Law propelled his body forward and took up the seat that Doflamingo once occupied. He hears a sound from above him, and looks up to Trebol's look of shock and disbelief.
"Doffy!" the dribbling man yelled as he watched his comrade cough up blood.
Law smirks at the expression and clenches his sword tight. He gets up on one leg and flips backwards, slashing the man on every possible plane he can. Ripping the blade through skin after so long made something in his soul jump in joy. As he lands and the scent of fresh blood fills his nose, he swings Kikoku towards the floor to rid her of the red. Hearing Trebol's screams calmed him enough to feel the need to sheath her as well. The man was groaning and tearing up at the pain of his blade, and seemed to be desperately holding together his bloody folds of skin.
The surgeon makes his way over to Luffy, who was towering over Doflamingo on the floor. "Luffy! You're the worst ."
The younger grins wide at the comment. "You too, Law."
Doflamingo snarls as he brings himself up tall, rubbing where the strike connected at his middle. "Not bad," he praises, glasses flashing. There's an uncomfortable stretch of silence where there's just breathing and the sound of Law's heartbeat roaring in his ears. Despite the injuries Doflamingo incurred, his signature god awful smile remained planted on his face. The man slowly makes his way back to his chair and the forgotten man that laid before it. Law watches his every move carefully, preparing to lash out once again once the opening makes itself available.
Luffy however, he wasn't nearly as picky with his timing. He charges carelessly after Doflamingo without rhyme nor reason, a yell ripping out of his small frame, an arm cocked back and ready to strike. The blonde kneels towards the floor, right behind the red head, and smirks. Something isn't sitting right with Law.
"Luffy, get out of there!" the words are out of his mouth before his mind can keep up with them. "That's gotta be some sort of trap-"
Just as Luffy reaches the two men, Doflamingo grabs the red head by the neck and tosses him like a ragdoll over to the wall. The teen nearly trips on himself stopping his forward crusade to watch the man fly off to his right. Luffy turns and gives Doflamingo one of the darkest looks he's ever seen on the younger.
" You ..." he snarls, a flare lit in his eyes that sends chills down Law's spine. There's a soft beeping sound in the air, and it takes all of three seconds for the surgeon to identify where it was coming from, and exactly what it was.
...Shit.
" Luffy, get down-! "
The sound hit him before the heat did. Law ducked for cover as the explosion rang throughout the room. His sword clatters somewhere nearby as he hits the floor and the breath gets knocked out of him. The dark mushroom clouds sting his eyes and prick his lungs as waves of heat crash into him relentlessly. It comes from the injured man, whose body disappeared through the hole blasted in the wall and lay burnt and broken on the other side.
Law coughed as he squinted through the darkness. He puts his jacket over his nose and tries to stand. Every muscle in his body groaned at the movements, but he tells them to fuck off and cooperate. He can't afford to be tired right now. He slowly feels along the floor for his sword, and when it's back in his hands again, there's a sense of clarity that comes into his mind.
Soon after, the darkness that clouded the room clears, having escaped through some vents high above them. Luffy's nowhere to be seen.
A mix of panic and terror grips Law as he snaps his eyes to each corner of the room. "Luffy, hey, where are you?"
Movements from the hole in the wall catches the surgeon's attention, and relief floods through him when he sees a familiar head of black hair pop out from the other room. "I'm here!"
"Are you okay-"
"Take care of the Straw Hat boy over there," Doflamingo cuts in, and the surgeon's attention returns to him before he begins to stumble backwards. The man was standing no less than a yard away. Law hadn't even noticed when the man had stood, let alone when he had come so close.
"Yes sir," comes an unfamiliar voice from the adjoined room. The tattooed frowns. That certainly didn't sound like Kidd.
Law turns to the hole, hoping to catch another glimpse of Luffy and warn him, but the blonde before him quickly reminds him that he has no business worrying about others when in his presence. Law felt his stomach drop as Doflamingo picked up a leg and shoved a harsh heel into his gut.
Surprise slaps him almost as hard as the debris-littered ground does from the impact. He hears his name getting called by Luffy, but then the sound is muffled as the younger becomes occupied with his own foe. "Luffy!" he calls out, coughing slightly. Fuck, everything hurt.
The surgeon furrows his brows at the pain coursing through his body, but opts to roll to his knees and hold his stomach. He steadies his breathing as he glowers at the pink feathered, who grins at his pain. Doflamingo was every bit as strong as he was back then. Of course he was.
"All right then, let's begin with the executions."
The blonde's voice snaps him out of his thoughts and into the present. Doflamingo turns to him, smiling through his evident irritation. "You're the first, Law..."
The surgeon stands to his feet, lips pulled down in a deep frown. "You ain't gonna do shit."
Doflamingo laughs, and it's a grinding sound that hurts Law's ears. "After all I've done for you growing up, this is what you do? Fuck up my plans and ruin my businesses?" his voice grows louder with each word. "How dare you repay kindness with ingratitude!"
Law lowers his stance and brings back his arm so he glares at Doflamingo over his elbow, prepping Kikoku for an attack. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he says sarcastically as he lunges forward to attack the man.
Doflamingo danced around Law's swordplay so easily that the surgeon thought that he must be losing his touch. But no, that's not the case. The man was simply too adept at reading his opponents, and acting accordingly. Law's been up against weaklings, and hasn't had such a formidable enemy in a while. Knowing Doflamingo, he's not going to make his reminder of them very fun.
The blonde ducks under an arching swing of Law's sword and instead goes for a kick aimed at his legs. Law barely manages to back away in time for the heel to miss him, and stumbles backwards with less grace than he would've liked.
"Diamante's swordplay," the blonde says slowly, as if testing the waters, watching for Law's reaction.
And oh, did he get a reaction.
The old name makes the surgeon freeze to the spot, eyes widened to the size of plates. Diamante? To say he had forgotten about the man, or any of the Family for the matter, would be a bold faced lie. Rather, the resurgence of his name slapped him with a nostalgia so fierce he felt himself struggling to focus.
But then Doflamingo's fist nearly connects with his face, and he reels in his wandering mind. Law grunts as he takes a hit to the shoulder, but grins victoriously as the blonde takes a punch to the abdomen. The movements come to him naturally- his body having recalled all his training and experience from his childhood- as he continues trading fierce blows with the pink feathered man. Doflamingo relents slightly, only to bring up a heavy foot aimed at Law's head. The surgeon jumps back and meets the kick with one of his own.
"Lao G's martial arts!" the blonde continues from earlier. Law growls as he twists his body, the kick forcing the man backwards. When Doflamingo is far enough away, Law searches the floor and grabs a thick, but sharp piece of glass. When it seems that Doflamingo's off his balance, leaning against his desk, Law gauges the distance, the force needed, and the angle before taking aim and launching the projectile.
The blonde notices at the very last second and twists to the left. "Gladius's gunnery!" He stands and spits out some blood against the floor. "You got all of your fighting skills from us!"
God, he hasn't heard those names in sixteen damned years. The surgeon doesn't let the memories overtake him, and instead pushes them into the far recesses of his mind, back to where they came from.
"Yeah!" Law grits, gripping his sword almost painfully. He makes for the blonde with wild eyes. "And I'm still here thanks to Corazon!"
When his sword connects with Doflamingo's foot- seriously, his soles had to be made out of solid steel, because his weapon wasn't budging- Law narrows his eyes at the man that was once his boss.
"I'm grateful!" the surgeon hopes the anger and resentment he felt is made clear in the words. "Because I can take you down with this power!"
Doflamingo makes a disbelieving sound in the back of his throat and jumps up, bringing his other foot up in a powerful roundhouse kick. Law reacts just quickly enough to tense his right side for the blow. It shoots him off to the left, where his head damn near collides with the wall. He groans at the impact, but then he's up because he has no time to dwell. Law feels the reassuring weight of Kikoku, does a mental check of the levels of pain he feels in his body, then guns for the blonde once more. At this point, he just wanted to inflict as much pain on Doflamingo as possible. So much pain that it made what Law felt at Corazon's side in the hospital seem like child's play.
The blonde practically floats away from him, expertly avoiding Law's wrath as he sneaks in several well-timed jabs. Law lets his muscle memory take over as he curls around the blonde's limbs, bringing up his arms to strike down with his blade over and over again. It frustratingly catches only nips of Doflamingo's skin, of his blood. Law sidesteps bronzed knuckles that whizz past his face, and lowers himself. A coolness comes over him as he brings his sword up to eye level. The world around him seems to fall away as he focuses squarely on the expanse of skin before him. Then he grins maniacally as he lunges forward.
Law shoves his blade into the man's body, relishing the initial resistance before it slides in smoothly, piercing soft organs. Red oozes around the metal, and a liquid-filled cough sounds from above him. When Doflamingo weakly reaches for the area where he's been stabbed, Law shoves the sword in more, eliciting a deep grunt of pain from the taller man.
"Doffy!" Trebol cries out. He attempts to move towards Law, but stops at Doflamingo's next movements. He clutches the surgeon's wrist tightly, and Law finds himself hissing at the pressure.
Doflamingo forces him to remove the sword from his body, and it clatters to the floor before the blonde kicks it far away. The surgeon watches it go from the corner of his eyes, tsking as he turns back to Doflamingo.
For once, the blonde isn't grinning. An asymmetrical frown contorts his features, and veins pop on his forehead as he speaks. "Cut the pointless attacks!"
Law struggles in Doflamingo's grip as the man forces his arm off to the side. The man gingerly touches his injury, and his scowl etches deep ridges into his flesh as he comes back with blood. "You've become quite a gusty, passionate little shit!"
The blonde uses his hold on Law's wrist to twist him down to the floor, on his back. The force of the debris littered carpet hitting his spine for what seemed to be the millionth time since he walked in rattled every nerve in his body. His head swam at the impact, but then it felt like he was drowning as Doflamingo settled on top of him, ensuring that he could not escape anywhere.
Law tries not to focus on the uncomfortable digging of wood and stone into his kidneys, the sounds of Luffy fighting, nor the heavy weight on his chest. He concentrates instead on breathing in and out, slowly. It's the least he can do to keep his head screwed on.
That's when Doflamingo pinned his left arm down with his leg. That fucking hurt like hell .
Law was trying his best to level a glare at the man, but he was starting to lose feeling in both arms. That, and some of the pain was finally getting to him. "Get your filthy hands and dirty ass off of me."
Doflamingo cracks a small smile at that. "If you've still got a mouth on you, then you've clearly haven't experienced enough pain."
The surgeon tries to ignore the bad feeling in his stomach as Doflamingo continues, leaning forward to tower over Law. "Corazon...that stupid idiot, trying to save the people in the Going Merry."
A smile works its way onto the blonde's features. "If only you hadn't blown it that night, telling the police...I'm sure you remember. Since you're sort of responsible for Corazon's death."
Law's eyes narrows venomously at the man as he goes on. "Maybe if you hadn't made contact with the wrong officers at that time, the Going Merry would still be intact, and my brother would be still alive."
The surgeon puts up a mental blockage at the vain attempts to rile his emotions. "You think so?" he spits, indifference hardening his gaze.
Doflamingo leans forward, placing more weight on Law's arm with his foot. "You remained calm. That's smart." He chuckles at the pained sounds Law made.
"You're right." Doflamingo brings his right hand under Law's chin and grips tightly, forcing him to maintain eye contact. The surgeon feels cold ice run down his spine at the touch. "If you ask me, whatever happened that night, I would've changed my plans and got my brother out of the picture anyway!"
The blonde removes his hand from the surgeon's chin and motions it over to Trebol, who hands him some tool outside of Law's vision. "Everything that Corazon did risking his life was all in vain, after all." It's not until he feels an additional weight on his right arm that he realizes the tool is something akin to a hammer.
The surgeon scowls, glaring up at the pink feathered man. "It's all up to me now! Whatever I do before I die is all attributable to Corazon's legacy!"
"Oh yeah?" The blonde's grin is obscene. "What a tear-jerking sentiment!"
" Fuck you ," Law seethes. "You killed my father because he was an inconvenience." He squirms under Doflamingo, but he wasn't giving him an inch. "I've never wanted to kill a man so badly in my entire life."
"Interesting," the blonde notes as he raises the weapon high in the air. "You've always seemed to have that urge back when you worked under me. You and those other three idiots you always hung around."
"Shut the hell up."
The blonde's tone takes on a sarcastic, pitying tone. "If Baby 5 and Buffalo saw you now, what would they say? You were close to them too, right?"
"Shut the hell up!"
Doflamingo laughs once more, then brings the blunt end of the weapon upon his right arm with enough force to crush metal. Something cracks, and searing hot pain shoots up and down Law's body. Red takes over his vision as the pain rakes through his form, leaving him incapacitated on the ground. There's this strangled cry in the air, breathless and torn, and it takes Law several seconds to realize it's coming from him. Doflamingo removes himself from Law's torso, and the surgeon rolls on the floor, lids scrunched shut against the waves of agony that threatened to tear him apart. When he wrenches open an eye, he's greeted with blue and purple bruises on his upper arm. After a laser quick assessment, he realizes the bone in his right arm was broken . And it only took one blow from the blonde.
As the pain makes his head grow woozy, Trebol claps from off to the side. "He did it!" he shouts gleefully. "The sledgehammer, the sledgehammer!"
Tormented screams rip through the tattooed's body as he holds his upper arm, writhing on the floor in a desperate attempt to discharge some of the pent up pain. But it does nothing, and Law was starting to see stars.
"I like how you scream, Law! I can't help dripping snot." Trebol was having the time of his life watching the man suffer.
Doflamingo watches the surgeon at his feet with amusement. "I'm going to take my sweet time with you, Law." As the tattooed continued holding his broken limb gingerly, the blonde smirks.
"You'll soon come to remember why messing with me and my plans can be a fatal mistake."
Dod Island, 5:17 PM
The Base's Foyer
Once the trio slipped out of his sight and down into the hall, Sabo came close to the large doors and studied them carefully. He had a good idea of what laid behind them, but didn't have the slightest clue as to how to actually slip in. He could always opt for his grenades, but would good would causing a scene be? No need to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He could wait until it opened, so when a soldier came out he could sneak in, but Bea and the others had already taken everyone down.
Sabo sighs and runs a gloved hand through his hair. "Shit, didn't think this far," he grumbles as he takes in the ornate entrance. "If Koala was here, she would've ripped me a new one."
He shoves his hands in his pockets, thinking, and comes across something smooth and small. He removes the object, and it's the same card that Bea used to open the door. Humming, he holds up the slim card to the door, waves it in the same fashion that the woman did earlier, and the entrance creaks open for him silently. He doesn't remember her handing it to him- she must have put it in his pocket without his knowing.
"She truly is always prepared, huh?" he murmurs with a small smile before slipping inside. The doors close behind him almost as soon as he crosses the threshold.
The interior is bright when he enters. He is alone in the midst of what almost looked like a ballroom- a large clothed table was stationed in the center, circled by several chairs, and a massive glass chandelier hung from the ceiling. Twin staircases curl around either wall, leading from where Sabo stood to an additional set of doors on the upper level. Beautiful statues, pictures, and other various pieces of art decorate the place, giving the entire room a royal feel. Several lanterns light the walls, and everything is white, gold, black, or some combination of the colors. It's a one-eighty from the dirty halls right outside the room.
The blonde enters carefully, shoes clicking softly on the marble underfoot. Everything seemed to be pristine, but something was off. There was a faint smell of blood. He follows his nose, keeping his eyes peeled for anything amiss. When he arrives at the source of the smell- doused in shadows underneath the right staircase- Sabo's heart nearly jumps into his throat.
A bloody man sat alone in a barred iron cube, slumped over in exhaustion. He's incredibly still, and was holding his left arm. This must be Kidd. Sabo rushes over to the jail-like structure, worry etched deep onto his features.
"Hey...hey, you awake?" he whispers softly.
The man stirs ever so slightly at the voice, and Sabo breathes a sigh of relief. He had him worried for a second there. He looked as though he was dead.
Kidd faces him and rolls tired amber eyes over Sabo's figure. His face twists in confusion. "Who the fuck are you? You don't look like one of his goons."
His gruff voice catches him off guard. "I'm not," Sabo replies smoothly. "I'm here to help. To rescue you."
The injured laughs then, the laugh of a man who's seen it all. "You ain't gonna do shit. I don't know how you got in here, but trust me when I say it's better if you leave."
"What makes you say that?"
"You're dealing with more you can handle," Kidd snarls, dissolving into hacking coughs. Sabo gives him a moment as he inhales shakily. "Take a good look at me, then tell me you're ready to incur that man's wrath if you do anything."
Sabo runs his gaze over Kidd's body, and sees more dried blood than clothes. Now that Kidd had relaxed so Sabo could take him in, he notices that his left arm had been brutally ripped off. Hasty bandages wrap the torn flesh together, but its crude and surely painful. There didn't seem to be any true medical attention given to the injury. When the blonde sees this he cringes internally. What type of barbarian rips off limbs? Kidd's hair was matted to his face and riddled with dirt, a stark contrast to the sickly paleness of his skin. He was sweating from the ordeal of talking, clearly exhausted, yet his eyes shone with vitality.
"I'm more than ready." Sabo searches his cell for any way to free him. How the hell did he get put in there? There didn't seem to be a door or lock whatsoever. "It's practically my job to do things like this."
Kidd huffs disbelievingly. "No one can ever be ready for the shit that goes on around here. I'm warning you one more time, man. Leave."
In the quiet comes a ring of his phone. Sabo digs in his pocket and brings the screen to his face. It's Koala.
He taps the green button and holds the device to his ears. "What's up, Koala?"
"Bad news," she says quickly. "I can't find Caesar." There's explosions in the background, along with high pitched shrieks and screams.
Sabo's brows draw together in confusion. "What's happening over there? What are you-"
"I've searched everywhere for the last thirty minutes!" Koala seems to be running from something or someone. Her breath was coming out in short spurts of air. "Inside the center, outside the center, hell, I even went a little bit around the block! That guy is nowhere to be found!"
The blonde purses his lips. "That's not good. We have to arrest him."
"Ha! You're telling me?"
Sabo meets Kidd's gaze, who was overhearing the exchange in the silence. He fixed him with an expression that clearly said 'I-told-you-so'.
The blonde pinches the bridge of his nose. "We'll figure something out, okay? What's happening on your end?"
Koala sighs into the receiver. "They were using enslaved humans to help with the shipment process. When we discovered them, I left it to Kuma and the rest. I've been so distracted with Caesar and running away from Kaido's goons that I haven't been able to contact you."
The blonde feels his breath stop. "Enslaved humans? What the hell is Kaido doing..?"
"I dunno, but it's a fucking warzone over here."
From the top of the staircase above Sabo comes the booming sound of a door being thrown open and slamming on the wall behind it. The blonde nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound, and cuts off his call with Koala after a quick goodbye.
He turns to Kidd with wide eyes. "Is that..?"
There's a darkness that overcomes the red head's features, as he slowly nods. "I fucking warned you to leave," he whispers vehemently. "Now Kaido's here. There's no way you can escape now."
A/N: Thanks for your patience! Sorry for any mistakes, I wanted to get this chapter out quick. *me: waits nine days* lol. Well, until the next~
P.S. Back when Law said 'I'll teach you a lesson later' in Dressrosa, all I could think of was ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).