Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha; that right belongs to the talented Rumiko Takahashi. nor do I own the rights to One Piece; that right belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

He sat there at his desk; eyes narrowed as he looked over his steepled fingers at Kagome. Who was a rather unusual shade of red, mouth slack, eyes wide in shock from embarrassment? The silence was a blessing to his ears. And he could tell her companion found this amusing as well.

It had taken seven full days of watching Kagome sweat from fever; body curled into a ball from pain. Pain that had her skin so pale it was almost translucent. Though she never made a single sound. He had gotten to know her companion, Sehomaru, really well. They had an understanding. And he was well aware that the demon, for that was what he was, could and would kill him and his whole crew without remorse to protect the obstinate woman.

"If you are done being dramatic, Kagome," He drawled.

Her body was straightening and stiffening in the chair as she shot him a dark look. It was almost comical, in a nearly amusing sense to see. How quickly she could change moods. It was slightly predictable too. Not that he thought her easy to manipulate.

"Well, excuse me... Captain," She hissed at him, making that last word sound so foul and insulting.

The slight flexing of her fingers had him tensing. He hated her ability to nullify his devil fruit abilities. So, frowning, he lowered his hands to his desktop and pushed a piece of paper towards her. IT had the results of one of many tests on it.

"That is the results of the carbon dating I performed at your request," he stated in his usual detached manner.

Watching and assessing carefully as she lifted it and glanced over it. A soft hum and a gentle triumphant smile on her lips. H still found it a bit hard to believe, but having a demon sitting across from him, next to its supposed natural enemy gaze, those results a bit more credit.

"I concede that you are much older than you appear," He said, enjoying himself as her smile vanished. "Now tell me about you, your past, and how you came to be... where you are now."

Law had chosen his words with care. He was far from stupid, where women were concerned. And temperamental ones with dangerous powers were best not upset, even if it was funny to see. The loud snort from her companion, who was giving him a look that clearly said he thought that he was a coward. It irked him, but he was smart, cautious tactician, now a coward.

"Okay. But warning it is one long story. Think you can have the patience to sit through it all? Without stopping to ask me any questions?" was her response.

The gleam in the depths of her blue eyes told him she was serious. Law quickly processed how long this could take, considering just how old she was. But he knew every story has a beginning. And to figure out the puzzle that she was so that he could solve it faster, Law nodded his head and pulled out several notepads and pencils. To indicate he would be taking notes for later, so he could ask his questions once she was done.

Kagome paused for a breather, reaching out to pick up her plate of food from the tray that has been delivered over an hour ago. IT was cold, but each of the last three meals had been. Hr tale from start to finish was long. The only breaks she allowed where to eat, drink, and use the restroom. For which she was glad that her attentive and obstinate listener agreed. He had taken her statement of no questions to heart. Since she did a quick count of the notepads before him. Two filled with she was sure both notes and questions for later. It amused her since she just reached the village of bat demons. So, it was just barely to the halfway point.

Scooping up the last bite of food into her mouth, Kagome put the plate back onto the tray, beside her cup. Not quite ready for a drink. Patiently she waited for Trafalgar to indicate he was prepared for her to continue. Glad she never had to wait long. He reminded her of Shippo, eager for something new while his face was a blank mask. Sesshomaru always wore. The thought had her snorting in amusement while Seho growled in displeasure at the comparison.

"If you are read," Law said, getting her attention again.

Mentally she sighed since he seemed to share a few other traits as well. Characters she found very vexing. A quick shake of her head, and she continued.

He rubbed his eyes before blinking. His mind was trying to rationalize everything he had just been told. A story that had taken a full five days and nights to spin. The sheer amount of detail, emotional outbursts, coupled with facial expressions, made it very real. He was able to conjure up remarkably vivid images in his mind easily. But what had his attention was not the several dozens notepads filled with notes and questions. No, it was the woman herself. She did not look tired or sleep-deprived. And he knew she had not slept for five days and four nights, just like him. A feat that was not easily accomplished, leaving a person on the border of being clinically insane — something he never denied being.

Giving a small shake of his head, Law knew there was still much more to her story. But that was how her 'adventure' had started — leaving her an immortal Miko that was wanted by the Navy and Celestial Dragons of Mariejois. A thing he could understand. He would covet her and that powerful artifact he had in the safe under his desk if said woman was not annoying, and he needed that power. Keeping her would probably push him to commit actual mass murder.

"I think we should get some rest. There is a lot to process, Kagome," He said, leaving unsaid that her story seemed a bit impossible.

The slight tilt of her head as she silently stood. Her blue eyes were bright in her quiet laugh. Telling him, she was no fool. That this was a retreat for him to sleep, it had him giving a thin smile back at her as she picked up the trays from their last meal.

"Call for me when you wish to ask your plethora of questions, Captain," She said, voice soft and teasing. Yet, at the same time, very respectful.

He watched her turn and leave. Law waited a few minutes before standing and going to his bunk, flopping his lithe body down, he placed his hands behind his head and closing his eyes to let sleep take him. Hoping he didn't dream. Because those images she painted were still very fresh and real in his mind.

TBC!