A/N: Guess who's back?!

My love got a new computer and is kind enough to let me kick him off of it for a bit to write more! Especially since the, er, nature of this story is about to get pretty steamy, I have decided that this not something to be written on a work computer. So you can forgive why it has taken so long for me to write the next chapter. But it is hear, my lovelies!

Also, side-note, since FF's guidelines have changed, this story is technically rated MA. Just FYI.

There was nothing he could say about what Kid saw before him. There were no witty remarks to be made. No sarcastic comments. No add-ons or ways to make this situation funny. Because it wasn't funny.

It.

Was.

Fucking.

Terrifying.

Kid looked at the large clearing in front of him and felt his stomach churn, the food he had eaten earlier threatening to make a repeat appearance. He fought to keep his hands from shaking, and he did not succeed. Fuck, he knew Senpai was strong. He knew what she was capable of. Kid had heard the rumors. He had devoured every newspaper article he had read about Hell Cat Elle. And even though she was a Marine, Kid had had a grudging respect for the Benineko. Anyone that scared the World Government as much as she did deserved respect. Hell, he had seen the aftermath just the other day of what Senpai was capable of.

But none of that knowledge or previous experience could have prepared Kid for the scene that lay before him.

Kid had been irritated by the sheer whiteness of this Labyrinth. But at that moment? Kid wished that the clearing in front of him was white. Instead, it was red.

The walls? Red.

The floor? Red.

The little chunks of-gross-people that covered pretty much every surface?

You guessed it! Red.

But the most terrifying thing about this scene? The part that made Eustace 'Captain' Kid sick to his stomach and actually fearing for his life for the very first time? That was the only thing that wasn't red. And given how she got her nickname? How she had walked out of that forest?

Seeing Elle standing in the only clear part of the clearing, a sword in her clawed hand, absolutely glowing, she was so white, was the scariest thing Kid had ever had the misfortune of seeing.

Elle's cat-ears were back, though they almost blended in with her hair they were laid so close to her skull. Her fluffy tail was swishing angrily through the air so fast it was almost a blurr. Her legs were odd, like the back feet of an animal's. Even from across the clearing, Kid could see the wicked-sharp claws on her toes. The hand that wasn't holding a sword was also tipped in long, wicked-sharp claws. But those were a deep blue color that Kid instinctively knew was Sea-Prism Stone. Elle's lips were lifted in a snarl, revealing the long fangs in her mouth. All of that (well, besides the feet), Kid had seen before. But the part of Elle that Kid found really disturbing were the pale stripes that were covering Elle's body.

The only things covering her body

Kid must have made some noise, because Elle's head turned almost lazily to look at him. Her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen, almost black. No, not black. Those were her pupils. Kid could see a pale line of yellow around the outer edge of her irises.

Kid swallowed and braced himself for an attack.

An attack that never came.

Elle just tilted her head, studying him as he studied her. There were more stripes on her face, including a set on her forehead that seemed to make an 'M'. But she did not attack him. Kid swallowed twice more before he braved two steps towards Elle. Her nostrils flared and she tensed, but Elle still did not attack Kid. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Kid crossed the distance between them. His boots splashed in the blood, but he forced himself not to pay attention to the sound or the sensation of his feet sticking to the ground.

When Kid was standing in front of Elle, he raised his ((still shaking)) hand and presented her with the wrinkled note he held. Kid had read it, believed that shadow dude who gave it to him. But Kid had no idea if Elle would believe it. And Kid knew that he could very well be signing his death warrant if the contents of that (stupid) note pissed Elle off.

After all, Elle was in the exact mood to kill the messenger.

My body felt weird.

Too sensitive.

As soon as Brutus' stupid fucking message had ended, I was forced to pay more attention to it. I didn't like the way my clothing felt, so I pulled my shirt, boots, and pants off. That wasn't enough, so I also pulled off my underclothes.

I was standing buck-naked in the middle of that fucking clearing when the first of Brutus' men appeared. They did get the chance to do much more than gape at me before I had torn their heads off. But I didn't like the way their blood felt either. So with a loud snarl, I used one of their shirts to wipe it off. When the next duo of men appeared, I used a sword from one of the dead men to kill them. The hilt was almost too much to bear, but it was better than the warm blood.

Then my hair brushing against my back became too much. I pulled the tie off the end and gathered my hair into a high ponytail, wrapping the end around and around and around until it was in a tight bun. The hair-tie secured it to my head, thankfully keepin my hair from touching me any more.

It was when the third group of men appeared that I finally realized what was wrong with me.

I whimpered-fucking whimpered-when I saw the men and I felt the throbbing between my legs.

And that

Pissed.

Me.

Off.

So those men were not decapitated. They did not get a swift death. Oh no. I hacked them into little. Tiny. Bits.

And I kept hacking until nothing was left.

Thankfully, another group appeared not too long after. And when a shiver ran down my spine and my nipples hardened, going along with the increasing throb between my legs, they also did not get a swift death.

Nor did the next group.

Or the next.

Or any of the ones after.

Honestly, I have no idea how many of Brutus' men I killed. Nothing mattered but taking out my sheer anger at being so fucking turned on on them. Releasing my frustration out as anger rather than sex.

But it got worse.

And worse.

And. Fucking. Worse.

I was shaking when I heard a small, strangled sound come from my left, slightly behind me. I turned and saw the Little Bastard standing at the end of a corridor. His face was pale and even from twenty feet away, I could see his entire body shaking. The LB was scared of me. I almost moaned at the way that made me feel. Which only made me angrier. But it wasn't LB's fault that I felt this way, so I didn't kill him. He didn't deserve it.

At least, not yet.

The LB took two steps towards me and stopped. The relief that flashed across his face when I didn't kill him was almost funny. It would have been funny in any other situation. He crossed the distance between us, stopping when he was an arms length away. When he raised his hand, I thought he was going to touch me. And the slickness coating my inner thighs at the thought almost made me sick. It should have made me sick.

Where is Shanks?

But the LB just stood there with his arm extended. After a moment, I glanced at his hand and noticed a sheet of wrinkled paper there. With a hand that was surprisingly steady, I grabbed the sheet. When my fingers brushed against the palm of his hand, I couldn't stop the little moan that escaped. I avoided looking at LB as I read the note. And read it again. And again.

Kitten, use the kid until I get there. It's alright. - S

"Is this a joke?" I asked, my voice hoarse and stupidly breathy.

"Nope," LB said, the sound of his voice making a shiver roll down my spine and another moan slip out of my throat. "That shadowy dude from earlier gave it to me. Said you'd need it. Also said that I might have a chance of fighting you long enough for that old guy to make it here in case you decided to ignore it."

I just stared at the LB, working his words over in my mind. I almost missed the way he muttered, "Though I think we both underestimated just how strong you are."

"And Shanks wrote this?"

"You don't recognize his handwriting?"

"Shanks is left-handed. I've never seen his handwriting after he lost his arm."

I stared at the note before bringing it up to my nose. I breathed in deep, sighing at the smell of Shanks. He did write it. Which means he must know what I was going through, or at least be able to guess. And he said he was okay for the kid, for LB, to help me out. I wanted to cry, but the sole tear that slid down my cheek was almost too much.

So instead, I tackled Kid.

A/N: Ha! Bitch you thought! No, this chapter is not the first part of the sexy times. But I might post a new chapter today. Might not, but I still feel like writing. I just felt that this was a good place to end the chapter, so I did. And then I thought you guys deserved an update. Especially since I have been getting a lot of new favs and subscribes for it (which, btw, thank you so much for! I am so so so so so so happy and grateful that you all love this as much as I do!). This chapter is a bit short, but short is better than non-existent!

Anyway, obligatory reviews are appreciated, love the subscribes and favorites, yada yada yada. Y'all know the drill.

As always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~ Shini