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This is my first time writing a fanfic where it doesn't follow and go with the cannon arks, but rather follows the adventures of a secondary character rather than the main character group. So I apologize for anything and everything. o.o

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Last Updated: 07-06-15

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters; just the OC, Charlotte "Bloody Boa" Marcellina

Chapter 1.

"That'll be 72,000,000 beri," Charlotte reminded. Although the words may have seemed innocent enough, it most certainly did not carry that way to the two large males that stood before her. To them, it felt was if it was an order. An order that if refused they'll suffer greatly for. Their beady eyes quickly travelled down towards the crumbled and hogtied man pinned to the ground by Charlotte's feet then back towards the innocent face of the girl as she added, "please."

Kicking the door open, Charlotte entered the hotel room she had rented for the month. She threw the stacks of bill on her desk before plopping on the bed and rolling onto her belly to grab a stack of wanted posters off the bedside table. She drew a large 'X' over the face of the man she had just handed over to a Collector. Collectors were the ones who would trade the hunted to the government as majority of the bounty hunters had a hit on their own head as well.

The now-useless piece of paper fluttered from Charlotte's lean fingers and joined the wanted posters littering the ground. Each one had the same red 'X' on the face of the individual in the photo. Yes, Charlotte had been rather busy.

Charlotte was a bounty hunter and boy, was she a good one. She had joined the bounty hunter trade work five years ago and to this day had never failed to bring in her target. Charlotte made good work and she made it fast too. No one knew how she manages to maintain her 100% track record, but then again no one knew much about her. From the day she randomly appeared, bursting through the doors with the head of the $500,000 beri man, five years ago to the present, the only thing known about her was her name and the name she had made herself—Bloody Boa.

Bloody Boa was a rather renowned name as Charlotte found herself rejecting Baroque Works invitation letter twice, and often running from the marines she used to be able to hand her catches to, causing her to now have to rely on Collectors to make the exchange for her. This costs her a third of her bounty, but there was nothing she could do, except not hand her catch over dead. The government takes thirty percent away if the hunted is brought back dead as compensation for the loss of public executions. A loss of more than sixty percent of the bounty was not a choice for Charlotte. She was a bounty hunter after all.

Towel drying her wavy violet hair, Charlotte made her way towards the closet, ignoring the crunch of dead pirates' posters. She let the towel hang on her naked torso, revealing a pale purple circle with four small triangles extending from it, three at the top and one at the bottom, on the middle of her back, while she selected what she'd wear to her next catch.

Her next target was a doctor. One that had made himself quite known these last few weeks. He was a doctor from the North Blue, a sea that Charlotte had only read about. Charlotte—although she had travelled, quite vastly—was from the Grand Line. However, that information was irrelevant to what she needs to do. All of it was really. All Charlotte needed to know about the man she'll be hunting is his name, image, bounty and abilities. The last one mainly for her sake. It wouldn't be wise for her to underestimate her prey, now would it? Especially one of eleven supernovas. Also, she'll need that info if she plans on catching him.

Checking her appearance in the mirror, Charlotte nodded in approval. She was adorned in a brown leather bustier that laced up over her breasts, and a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown boots and elbow length gloves. The only thing missing from her attire was the blood-red muffler which Charlotte grabbed on her way out. A smirk fitted on her face.

According to her informant, her new target would be gracing himself on the island soon. The exact date of which this would occur on was not exactly given, but it would should be sometime this week, and seeing as how today was the last day of the week. It had to be soon for the sake of her informant.

The docks of Shady Island was rather empty today, being decorated by only two other ships, one of which had belonged to the pirates she had just handed over. The other was a really small, itsy bitsy little ship. Judging from the fact that it held no Jolly Roger, and its size, it had to be a fisherman boat. Aside from the two blocks of wood, there was nothing else on the open sea. Not even a new shell.

Grinding her teeth together, Charlotte straightened herself and breathed, "Guess I'll be looking for a new informant." Just as Charlotte was ready to leave, she heard a strange bubbling sound coming from the sea, following by the flooding sound of falling water.

Out from the blue waters came a large mast with a large black flag; a flag that seemed way too big for the deck that appeared beneath it. Water spilled from the sides of the deck and Charlotte had wondered if it was a sinking ship seeing as how the yellow ship appeared to be submerged in water rather than floating above it. That idea was quickly dismissed as pirates adorned in the same grey boiler suits flitted out from the ship in complete serenity. They even took a few moments to breathe fresh air before getting on land. If they had really been sinking, they wouldn't have been so calm about it. But this gave birth to the question of why the boat was partially submerged in water.

Charlotte's platinum blue-purple eyes narrowed and the edge of her lips trudged into a smirk as she watched a familiar tall, lanky male adorned in an oversized white hat and decorated with tribal tattoos file out with a... polar bear?

A polar bear? Was Charlotte's mind playing tricks with her or was there really a polar bear standing next to her prey? And was it really standing on two legs, hugging a large nodachi and wearing an orange boiler suit? It head to be a really hairy man. Yes, a really, really old male sprouting hair from every orifice known to man. There was just no way a polar bear could live outside its natural climate. It had to be a hairy, hairy man.

Dismissing the thought, now that Charlotte had come to a logical conclusion, she brought her attention on the man she completely memorized, only to see that he was no longer on the ship. In fact, the ship was now devoid of the pirates that once stood upon it. Where had they gone? Charlotte questioned, landing on the ship's deck without a sound. There really wasn't anyone here. Oh, well, they'll be back. She thought as she entered the ship.

Charlotte soon came to the realization that it was not a ship she was on. It was a submarine. This answered about all the questions the hunter had about the ship's seemingly magical ability to not sink into the sea despite being submerged. This also told Charlotte just how many souls lived on this sea vessel. It was much too large to fit just the four individuals that had exited the ship earlier, meaning that there was still bodies on board. A lot considering the size of the ship.

Charlotte peeked over the corner before walking into the clear hall. Her eyes glistened at the lone metal door that stood across from her. It had to be the Captain's quarters. Slowly opening the door, the lady peeked in and almost reeled at the strong smell of disinfectant pouring from the room like a faucet. She was disappointed when she realized that the room she had wandered into was the infirmary rather than the Captain's. But, nevertheless, she ventured in.

Needless to say, Charlotte was rather shocked with the high grade quality of the medical equipment and medicine that fitted the room. It was really an infirmary to say the least, capable of fighting just about anything and everything. If not, there was the supplies to make one. Exiting the room, Charlotte noted that the title 'Surgeon of Death' and 'Dark Doctor' wasn't really just a name. Her little prey was more than capable of just dissections.

A few more rooms later, Charlotte came across the Captain's room. It too smelled of disinfectant, but it wasn't nauseating like the infirmary. Instead of being filled with medication, the room was filled with books. Books lined the shelves, the table and the bed. The books ranged from anatomy to botany, but all seem to fit under the pretense of medicine.

Someone really loves to read. Charlotte though as she continued to search the room for the pirate's treasures. Sure, she wasn't a pirate nor was she a thief, but she was a hunter, a hunter who hunts for the bounties. Making an additional extra cash seemed like a good idea while she waited for her toy to return to the submarine.

Throwing the sack of gold on her shoulders, Charlotte glanced at the ransacked room one last time, making sure she didn't forget anything before turning to the door. There was no need to clean a room that will no longer have a host.

"Now, where should I go?" Charlotte quested, glancing around. She had practically been to every part of the submarine except for the lower levels that seem to hold the remaining part of the Heart Pirates crew and her prey still hadn't returned. Her eyes landed on the galley before her and a smile came across her face. Some chocolate and lunch would be nice right about now.

Charlotte ate her meal and sipped her coffee in silence. Her uniquely colored eyes darted left to right as she scanned the pages from the book of poison she had 'borrowed' from the doctor's room. It was rather intriguing, the different types of poison that could be created and the different results that could occur depending on the type of poison administered. Having turned to a particularly interesting page, Charlotte's pink lips drew into another sinister scowled. She quickly finished her meal and placed the book down. "Time to make preparations." She announced to no one in particular while strolling to the infirmary then the lower floors she knew was flooded with Heart Pirates.

Is he not coming back? It's almost been a whole day. Charlotte thought to herself as she made it halfway through her third book. This one held information about the human anatomy. Did you know there was 270 bones to the human body, but only 206 bones in adults? Bones apparently merge together as humans grow. In addition to this, Charlotte had learned that the human body is more than a third composed of muscular tissues though Charlotte would have to disagree. Some people are completely composed of muscle.

The sounds of mindless chatter brought Charlotte's nose from the bind of the book. The silly pirates hadn't noticed her yet, despite her sitting so openly on the upper deck. Instead the two adorned in grey boiler suits, one with a teal capette and the other with a hat with the words 'PENGUIN' written on it, shouted at each other, arguing back and forth about who scared the women away more. The Penguin's stalking or the Capette's ogling.

It wasn't until their captain stood on the wooden deck of his submarine that the white hairy bear—or man as Charlotte adamantly believes—took a sniff of the air and announced that something was off that Charlotte decided to reveal herself.

Snapping the anatomy book close, and slamming it on top of the psychology book, Charlotte drew the attention of the four pirates. Her lips curled as she enjoyed the reaction of the pirates below her as she stood on the railing she was sitting on before.

"It's a beauty! A beauty had scrambled on our ship!" Penguin shouted gleefully. His face already red.

"What, may I ask, are you doing on my ship, Miss?" Trafalgar D. Water Law, Charlotte's prey, questioned ignoring the cries of his lusty pirates. There was a hard edge in the tone. It seemed like he didn't find her appearance on his ship as appealing as his crewmates did.

"Why, just waiting for you." Charlotte responded, smiling innocently at the male. "Trafalgar Law , 'Surgeon of Death', with a bounty of 200,000,000 beri. That is you, isn't it, Trafalgar?" She listed, the same innocent smile plastered to her face. No verbal answer was given to her, not that she needed one anyway. She had memorized every detail of her target beforehand. The male standing before her was her target. The way his crew had tensed with each name she had listed was proof enough.

The four of them had tensed, settling into their fighting positions as they glared up at her. It was exhilarating watching the three dressed in boiler suits tense, all of them were ready to give their lives for the tall man that stood in the center with his arms crossed and an intrigued expression on his face.

"I'm here to collect your bounty." She announced, before tilting her head slightly to rest on her palm. "Now would you be as so kind as to give yourself over. I would much rather catch you alive than dead."

Law's glared narrowed at the command, but he remained still. It was interesting – funny almost – how much the air around her contrasted with the innocent and harmless look she held on her face. She was practically oozing of murderous intent. "I will not—"

"—then I guess I'll be taking you by force." Charlotte interrupted, much tired of that line. It seemed as if that one line was universally shared and recited by all of her preys. So much so, she'll be surprised if one of her mouse were to not say it.

"And exactly how do you plan on doing that?" Law continued, the bite in his voice back. First this lady had ordered him to go with him then she had interrupted him. She was getting on his nerves. "Miss, you do know you are currently standing on my ship filled with my crew. Needless to say, you are outnumbered and at a disadvantage." He said, and turned around, just missing the smirk that crawled on her face, breaking her innocent play. Law raised his arm and ordered, "Get her out of my sight."

"I think it is you who is outnumbered." Charlotte chuckled as the doors slammed open revealing the wonderful result of the preparations she had made.

The pirates of the Heart Pirate Crew came scrambling out, brandishing swords and other weaponry as they charged towards the three pirates that charged towards Charlotte.

"What are you doing, Rike?" Capette shouted as he dodge the one named Dan's attack. "Why are you attacking me? Is it for that time I accidentally dropped a bucket of oil on Hubert's boiler suit and said it was you who did it?" His confession quickly turned into another shout of confusion as another pirate lunged for him.

"You're attacking the wrong person!" Penguin shouted as he ran away from the pirates chasing him. "We need to attack her!" He shouted, pointing a finger towards the lady once again sitting on the railing. "Otherwise Captain will get mad." A cry emitted from the man as he tripped his pursues jumped on him.

"Penguin!" The hairy bear-looking man shouted, kicking the pile off his fallen comrade. "They don't smell right!" He announced.

He can tell by smelling them? He must have a strong nose. Charlotte concluded, completely ignoring the animalistic feature.

"They don't look right either!" Penguin shouted as he struggled to push the drooling and very veiny looking crewmate an arm's length back. It wasn't working, especially as his crewmate tried his earnest best to get on top of him and bite his head off with his snapping jaws. "He's trying to bite me!" He screamed, kicking his assaulter in the stomach and sending him flying. "What did you do to them?!" Penguin accused, scrambling to his feet.

"Oh, nothing. Did you know there's a type of poison that can reduce the person into a mindless, fighting zombie?" Charlotte said lightly, a sense of entertainment in her voice. "Now, I wonder can you thoughtlessly murder your crew who now stands in your way."

As soon as the thought left her mouth, a blue sphere erupted from the captain and the infected crew was immediately sliced into several thousand pieces, from which not a single drop of blood had dripped from. "Miss, I do not take it lightly when someone plays with my crew." Law's warned darkly.

"Oh, but it is you who played with your crew, not me. I didn't go and chop up your crew like vegetables just to have them decorate the air." Charlotte replied with a shrug, blatantly ignoring the bloodlust emitting from the doctor. Charlotte had to admit, she was shocked at how fast their captain seem to have chopped up his crew. There was no hesitation in his movement. "Quite heartless of you, I must say, Doctor." Charlotte stated, flicking one of the floating body pieces away only to be further intrigued when it became stuck to another piece it bumped into.

Throwing a rock into the air before him, Law flicked his wrist and mumbled, "Shambles." The women sitting so comfortably across the ship now appeared before him. Without a second to lose, he brought his nodachi towards the girl's head.

Charlotte's eyes widened as she suddenly came face to face with the Heart Pirate's Jolly Roger on Law's chest. Momentarily confused, she glanced back towards where she was sitting across the ship, when a gush of murderous intent came at her, knocking sense back into her.

Law's eyes narrowed as his sword came to a halt without knocking the violet head off. He hadn't seen her move until the attack was halted.

"Interesting, you can teleport things too, it seems." Charlotte muttered to herself, her face hidden under the metal scythe that erupted from under her now discarded gloves. The only thing visible was her white smirk that contrasted with the shadow on her face, making her look even crazier. With a flick of her hand, she grabbed onto his wrist, tightening her grasp painfully as a familiar surge rushed through her body starting from her hand on his. "'Room', was it?" She quested and as if on command, a familiar bubbling sound came followed by the spread of a purple sphere.

"That look just like Captain's!" Someone shout behind her. Their fight was over when their captain decided to chop everyone into several pieces.

"That's impossible!" Another cried after smacking the first. It seemed like there was more he wanted to say but instead, he cried out about how his arm is now attached to the one he smacked.

"There's no way for two people to have the same devil fruit ability!" Another shouted, finishing the other's sentence.

"Then how do you explain that!" He gestured to the two individuals jumping around with their spheres moving along with them. A purple sphere floated around the woman while a larger blue sphere moved with their captain.

"Would you like to indulge me on how you seem to be able to use the same ability as me?" Law questioned, leaping forward once more so the spheres overlap.

This was a mystery that crowded almost everyone who knew her which wasn't much except for those she'd hunted. No one seem to really know the power that Charlotte had. Anyone who thought they did was proven wrong as soon as she came upon her next mouse. Charlotte's ability seemed to change with every prey so no one has any real clue as to what it was.

It was really simple really. Charlotte is a devil fruit user. She had eaten the Gisu Gisu no Mi which allowed her to copy the abilities of anyone she knew as long as she knew how the abilities work. Which is why she always made sure to study on her targets skills. But it wasn't always as perfect as it seemed. Copying someone else's ability was incredibly draining and it didn't always work. For starters, there were conditions that needed to be met first. Such as, she can only copy an ability after she comes into physical contact with the user. And even then, she can only use that ability for a maximum of thirty minutes, sometimes less, depending on the amount of energy required for the ability. No, her abilities were far from perfect, but that didn't stop her from using the abilities of her prey against them, testing them to see if they could defend against their own powers. As well as to strike confusion on those trying to figure her out. It was always fun to watch their confused, shock and infuriated expressions. They were always so divine. It was a fun game. A simple game. A game that no one had found out about yet.

Hearing the crackling sparks of the two overlapping spheres, Charlotte darted back quickly. "Perhaps I would be more inclined to answer you, if it wasn't for the fact that you had chopped off my arm." Charlotte hissed, her eyes darting to the aforementioned floating limb. Charlotte was shocked when it first happened. She had thought that she'd be writhing on the ground in pain, clutching her bleeding stump of an arm. But she had barely realize that it had happened. It happened so quickly, and it was painless to. Not to mention, she could still use the arm. It was impossible, but it was still happening as if a miracle had occurred. So this is his ability. It was no wonder he didn't hesitate to chop his crew; they were all perfectly fine.

"That doesn't matter," Law responded nonchalantly, causing Charlotte to dart her eyes towards the male in confusion. She had thought he would be more intrigue with her strange ability that appears to mirror his. Something her usual preys were almost fixated on. "If you will not tell me willingly, then I'll just have to force it out of you." He said, smirking sinisterly. His eyes glinting in presumed pleasure of torturing the lady before him until she spilled more than just blood.

Charlotte flipped back, widening the distance between to the two exponentially when the air around them started to crackle again. Landing back on the upper deck, the bounty hunter brought her remaining hand towards her chest, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and irregular pants. The look on his face wasn't something Charlotte normally saw. It was filled with never-ending excitement to solve.

Charlotte's glare hardened and a small click of the tongue rebounded off her as she stared at the incoming pirate with a look of piqued interest on his face rather than any confusion. He was sure he could win and with it all his questions would be answered. Licking her lips quickly, Charlotte took a step back. This wasn't good. Law didn't care about their identical abilities anymore. He was solely focused on the battle at hand. He—her target—was definitely not like Charlotte's usual catches.

Charlotte bit the back of her cheek, using pain to knock sense herself back. There was no way the hunter was going to become the one hunted. Her pride in her abilities and skills wouldn't allow it.

Skillfully dodging to the side, Charlotte watched her target as she ran away racking her mind for a scenario in which she'll become successful. She had already misjudge the amount of energy it takes to make a 'room', which led to her much smaller orb and already fleeting strength.

"I was starting to think you weren't scared of anything when you didn't as much as flinch to your arm being chopped off, but I guess I was wrong." Law said as Charlotte slipped past him. The same smirk still on his face.

Biting her tongue, Charlotte felt her anger boil in her throat. She cussed instead of leaping back towards the surgeon. Instead, she closed her mind, remembering her past wins, trying to see if any one of her past battles have anything that could help her in her current situations. She thought back to earlier in the battle with Law when she still had the upper hand, then to the battle she witness his crew did, then to her past catches. She racked her mind for a solution.

"Praying isn't going to help you." Law said, his voice radiating from beside the women.

Charlotte's eyes snapped open and she quickly brought her small scythe-like hidden side blade to her face, blocking Law's swipe once again, but not completely, This time, she was shot back, crashing into boxes and barrels. As soon as she could orient herself, she found herself almost face to face with the skilled doctor. "Shambles!" She shouted quickly swapping herself with one of the fallen barrels behind Law. "Don't die!" She shouted, flipping her side blade from defensive to offensive and bringing it down towards his spine.

"Shambles!"

The sound of wood splintering echoed through the empty barrel that her blade had sunk into. The doctor had traded his position with a barrel. "Tch," Charlotte clicked, and felt herself become wet as the barrel she used to block Law's kick broke, spilling the stored water all over her.

"It appears like you have control over my powers quiet well." Law spoke calmly between pants. His lips curled up in some kind of sadistic amusement. "However, you can't be going around shouting 'Don't die' if you want the beris on my head."

Pulling herself up, Charlotte let a chuckle escape her mouth. Her laughter soon grew into a loud booming laugh, making the captain's smirk turn into a scowl and the onlookers to wonder if she had short-circuit in the waters. Wiping the tears threatening to fall over, she announced, "You thought I am conflicted about killing you?" Her laugh grew again while the pirates stared at her in silence. "You have it wrong." Her voice was cutting when she spoke now; the laughter gone without a trace. She glared down at the man with a look of disgust. "Trust me, I wouldn't lose a night of sleep if you were to die at my hand. But I'll lose a great deal of beris I were to hand you over dead; you're worth more to me alive than dead."

Law's face darkened under the rim of his hat, but he said nothing.

"Now don't die for my sake." Charlotte reminded as she started her counterattack having found a nice ability. "Shambles," she muttered switching herself with the hat that rested on the male's head. Her blade glinted in the sunlight as she let gravity pull her down towards the black fuzz of hair.

The wooden board of the deck erupted, leaving a large dent in the metal flooring underneath as she pulled herself free from the hole she made. Her platinum eyes landing on the hatless pirate, standing outside of her radius, with a scowl on his face. That impact was unlike the other ones before. It was rather deadly. She was really getting used to his ability.

"You're really trying to kill our captain!" Another Heart Pirate accused.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the cry. She is a bounty hunter and he is her target. Charlotte threw her scythe towards her prey before leaping on after it. She watched eagerly as Law easily dodge the blade and moved to attack her back when everything slowed for Charlotte. She saw every movement of Law as he brought his sword around to slice her in half. "Shambles!" She shouted at the last moment possible.

Charlotte appeared where her spinning scythe, floating in the air, upside down as she watched happily as her blade made contact with Law's face and Law's sword with the air below her weapon, where she once stood.

Her smile dropped as Law picked himself up and turned around to reveal the shallow cut on his face. The had been a lot shallower than Charlotte had originally wanted it to be, but nevertheless, red blood still seeped from the wound, obscuring her prey's vision. Gritting her teeth, Charlotte took a deep breath though it didn't reach as deep in her lungs as she wanted to. She was already panting. Damn it! She cussed, completely un-used to this in battle.

Another cuss ran through her mind when she had to push herself hard just to get him to take a step back as she crushed his bloodied face with her knee. She leaped over the stumbling figure, rushing with fainted breaths towards her weapon. Without it, there was no way she could defeat Law. Even with it, she wasn't sure that she could defeat him. The purple 'room' she had created had long ago disappeared, barely lasting long enough for her last 'shambles'. The thirty minutes were almost up too, not that she had much strength left to use it.

Her hand scraped the edge of the blade before a tug back forced her down and away from the blade. Eyes wide, Charlotte stared at the defenceless blade just waiting for her to grab it and her arm tapping the ground around it in a frenzied action, but never reaching it. She was too far. Her vision blurred and the blade disappeared from view for a moment. Her strength was escaping her! The blurred blade came into focus for a moment before it seemed to morph again and just like before her twitching hand was still too far to reach it. She didn't even have the strength left in her to drag herself towards the weapon or to claw at the ground until the blade somehow landed in her hand. Maybe she had been over in her head, trying to hunt a supernova. But he was just so tempting of a target.

Lounging around lazily in the bar – Charlotte's favourite place for information gathering – the huntress stared at the water in her glass, her ears wide open for any or all kinds of information on any criminal possible. She pulled her scarlet scarf higher, hiding her face as she shifted her back towards the two drunken thieves. It was funny how tight-lipped thieves turn into gossiping girls with a few drinks. Actually, it was intriguing how all criminals seem to make a hobby on keeping tabs on the latest or hottest news of the world's best criminals. Perhaps they wanted to know whose path to stay out of. For example, the Whitebeard Pirates. But, Charlotte never understood it. If someone stood in her path, she'll just cut them down, no matter who they are.

Maybe it was that kind of ignorant thinking that got Charlotte's ears perking up when she heard news about one of the world's newest rookies. Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time since they made their first appearance that Charlotte had heard any news about them. A sign that the Heart Pirates were very careful and cautious about what information of them is leaked out and what is kept secret. Or maybe it was because of the rumors crawling around them. Words of them sailing the world underneath the sea like a fish and exploring sights that no one else could see. No one knew how they were doing it, but rumors say that it was part of why no one can catch them. Not even the marines. Perhaps it was that, the promise to see the world in a different light, in a different place, a place where Charlotte could never go again, not without dying, that drew the girl towards finding them. Or maybe because she was also interested in the one other thing that no one else seems to be able to understand no matter how many times they'd have seen it, just like her powers. Either way, Charlotte was drawn to tracking down the Heart Pirates as if fate had drawn her towards him.

And once she did find them, what else was she going to do but her job?

No… I will not accept defeat. Charlotte swore. I will defeat him! Snapping her eyes open with newfound strength, Charlotte glared at the man holding her away from her blade with the oversized muffler still wrapped around her neck.

The newfound strength in Charlotte's eyes surprised the doctor, not that he let it show on his face. She seemed defeated just moments ago and just like everything else about her, she had demonstrated to appear outside of his calculations. It wasn't that Law's calculations were wrong. No he was spot on each time, but the girl didn't act the way normal people did. She was a singularity and right now his singularity. Law's dark eyes took the flame in Charlotte's eyes with a dark scowl. She had found strength when there was none left.

As fast as she could, Charlotte started rolling, trying to undo her scarf, but she wasn't fast enough as she soon found herself pulling the red cloth away from her neck for air. How hilarious to be stopped by the one thing that gave her the title of 'Bloody Boa'.

Still, even as the scarf threatened to crush her air pipe, the assassin refused to give up on the weapon. Even when black spots decorated her vision, and her body became heavy and burned for a break, she just stretched herself further until she felt the cold touch of metal under her fingers.

"Let me explain to you your current symptoms." Law said falling into his doctor role as he stood above the half conscious women. The battle had gone on long enough and his interest in the battle was already fleeting. The conclusion was already visible, no that there was anything to be worried about before. "My abilities take a toll on the user as I am sure you are now aware of and considering how frequently you been using it, the muscles in your body are now convulsing, and your body is feeling extremely heavy from fatigue and the lack of air circulating through your body." He explained in a monotonous way. "Now," he started, tossing the red scarf behind him. Law leaned over, placing his elbows on his legs and allowing a dark glint to shine in his eye as he reminded, "You still haven't answered me." Even if the battle was becoming a bore, Law couldn't help but admit that he was still interested in the girl. She had copied his abilities. His. Law didn't like to be copied and he was going to figure out why and put an end to it.

Charlotte moved her gaping mouth slowly, obliging the male as she attempted to formulate words. But with no air in her lungs to push the words forward, they didn't reach far. Even Charlotte couldn't hear it and she knew she hadn't gone deaf due to the beating of blood still ringing in her ears. She was just too tired—too weak—to voice herself.

Seeing the compliance in the lady below and the lack of intent to kill, not that's she could anymore, Law leaned closer until he was sure he could hear Charlotte's words. He was honestly intrigue in how she happen to have the same abilities as him, especially as there could be no two same devil fruit to exist at the same time. There had to a trick to it, some kind of trick that he was dead set into finding out. So the doctor leaned in closer, probably much closer than he would have otherwise. So close that his legs screamed at him to stop leaning. So close that he was practically hovering over the fallen girl. So close that Charlotte's breath could dance off his ear and cheek.

"Gotcha," she breathed, her mouth curling into a smirk. A purple orb just big enough to engulf the two emitted from her while her arm shot forward pressing the blade she had somehow managed to acquire to Law's chest before the man could even react.

A purple orb popped out of the man's chest landing in the palm of Charlotte's severed hand.

"Shambles," She muttered, trading spots with the red scarf Law had thrown behind them earlier. She snatched her arm, reconnecting it with the bloodless stump. Charlotte admired the strange jelly-like substance the beating heart stood in before glancing down at the shocked doctor himself.

Rage filled the air at an alarming rate as Law came to terms what just happened. His heart had been stolen. Stolen in a skill and way only he should have been able to. Grabbing his nodachi, Law spun around only to have pain flood his body from every nerve ending in his body.

"Captain!" The three remaining capable fights shouted.

"None of you move or I'll crush his heart!" Charlotte shouted over their captain's screams, her voice suddenly booming. Dizziness hit her soon after. She barely had enough air in her body to function. Not to mention her body felt like it would shut down any moment now. There was no way she could win another fight without resting some.

Panting and barely conscious, Charlotte walked towards the crumpled man, releasing the crushing grip on his heart. Her eyes dark as she looked down at the breathless doctor. A hint of sarcastic enjoyment in her voice. Ignoring the murderous glare shot back at her that could shoot shivers down her spine, she continued as if he hadn't responded, announcing, "You will do as I say. Understood?"

A/N:

For all you smart people out there or well really just any reader, I know that you may be confused and like 'I thought that Charlotte was supposed to have her heart taken, not Law' Or like 'But the summary says...' DO NOT FRET. It wasn't a typo. That does come happen... just later. And to all you readers who are like 'there's no way that Law would have lost against Charlotte!' That's true, Law is a supernova and he's really smart and can calculate lots ahead. But this was two years prior, when he was still just a new rookie. If that doesn't work for you, then let's just say, he can't exactly read Charlotte as well as he should have, not to mention his mind was also occupied by the constant reminder that somehow, Charlotte has the same DF powers as him. So, let's just say that Law wasn't exactly at his top and Charlotte got real, real lucky.

I do hope you guys give my story a try and keep reading. Charlotte is not going to be a Mary Sue character, she really just got lucky. And I thought this would be a more interesting way to start and see how the character comes around from a capture and prisoner relationship. It does make the love part harder too, so I will try my best and it would be greatly appreciate if you can tell me how you think I'm doing so I know how to improve from it.