Disclaimer: I do not now InuYasha or its character; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor to I own One Piece or its characters; that right belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

He stared down at the girl on the table as she smiled up at him. Which only served to irritate him further. It had been a week since they'd left that Island she and her companion had led them too. She denied him (as per her right according to their contract) the knowledge on how to return to it. Since it was technically an uncharted place, with no magnetic pull on the Log Pose. Right now, all Law wanted to do was skin the damned witch alive. He had her in pieces as she found it amusing enough to smile and giggle at him.

"Hey, now, I am not mocking you, or even teasing. I find this fun!" Kagome quipped.

Narrowing his dark gaze, Law didn't even deign to give her a reply. But from the way, her eyes darkened; he knew she was rereading his aura. Another thing he found rather displeasing. He prided himself on being hard to read. And here he was an open book for a woman who outstripped him in age almost ten times over and looked only sixteen. It was an ability he wondered if he could cultivate before quickly dismissing it. His innate skills gained from surviving, as well as his strength and power, were more than enough for him.

Shifting his gaze to the little bedside table, he debated on which implement he wanted to use for the experiment today. Already, in the time Kagome had been aboard his ship, he had tested her healing rate with and without the interference of her spiritual abilities. The bond between her and her heart or rather the object that was hidden within it, making her more or less immortal. Creating more and more questions and with a month having come and gone, he only had 5 more left. Not that he could deny the information he had received wasn't invaluable.

Letting the left corner of his mouth twitch upwards, Law grabbed the smallest, finest scalpel he had. Lifting it, he turned it as if inspecting it. Noting the way her eyes watched with a bit of wariness as it glinted in the fluorescent lighting of the medical bay. Causing a small amount of dark amusement and pleasure to swell inside him.

"I think today, I would love to dissect you," he said in a soft voice, letting a smile grace his face.

The way she blinked owlishly at him, face going pale before nodding her consent. Considering she wore nothing but the paper sheet from the exam table, Law lifted an eyebrow before deciding where to make the first incision on one of the pieces of her already separated body. This would be a good test to see just how far his fruit could take things, what the person under the influence of his Devil Fruit Power would react. Hell, he was amazed she had given him the chance to do this. Any sane person would have run screaming as fast as they could.

Deciding quickly, Law moved to the end of the table, flipping the sheet back while ignoring the crinkle of the paper, he lifted one of Kagome's feet and watched as her toes wiggled at him. Darting a quick look at her, he saw that she had narrowed her eyes at him. Not amused that he was by her feet. Knowing the smile was still on his face, he let it turn into a cruel smirk before prodding delicately at the slightly calloused soles of her feet. Drawing a hissing breath from her before a choke giggled came as her foot jerked in his hand. Informing him she was ticklish, hence the look she gave him.

"Do try to be still," he said in a mocking tone as he gripped her calf tighter. Slightly impressed, she didn't make a sound indicating it hurt like he knew it did. As several of his fingertips were compressing pressure points. Then without further ado, he applied his scalpel with precision. Noting how quickly her blood welled from the straight incision and seeped down her foot to drip from the heel. Seeing her toes spread, then curl, causing the flesh around the newly made cut to be pulled apart, then press together. As he watched, he saw her flesh began to knit together.

Intriguing him and spurring him on. He would exact what he needed out of Kagome for the insubordination on the Island and all the stress she had caused him. It would be a long, long day. And the thought of inflicting more pain on her had him giving a deep rumbling chuckle as he dragged the sharp implement across the ball of her foot at the base of all her toes. He was feeling and hearing the tendons as they were cut, even if no sound came from the woman on the table. He didn't need to hear any sounds, the way her foot was reacting told him it hurt her, that and the fact that he could feel the heaviness of her gaze on him.

She had a definitive hobble to her steps. Even though she was completely healed, the nerve endings were still on fire. And Kagome was no fucking idiot; she knew he had done everything with deliberateness to inflict as much pain as possible to her. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she was proud of the fact that she hadn't made a single damn noise during his experimentation on her body.

Hell, she had been watching his aura the whole time, knowing he was taking a twisted, sick satisfaction in what he was doing to her. Perverse dick if anyone (which they wouldn't) ask her. And from the soft laughter in the back of her head, her companion was enjoying her discomfort. Something she had not felt for years, or rather thousands of years. Reminding her that while immortal, she was not immune to pain and other such things. The thought caused Kagome to roll her eyes and huff as she passed one of the crew's members. She was noting that they were looking at her oddly.

Not offering anything, Kagome continued to make her way to the kitchen. She wanted to bake something and the fact that what she wanted to bake just happened to be the Captain's favorite semi-sweet, and savory treat was a perk. Unable to harm another without a damn good reason, she threw out the idea of asking Sehomaru to poison a few for shits and giggles.

"I wouldn't anyways. The man is fun to annoy by denying him the ability to do his test on me."

This had her snorting loudly, startling the few in the mess hall area. Forcing her to put a smile on her lips as she hobbled to the kitchen itself. Seeing who was on duty and earning a quick nod before she even had to ask. Most of the crew already liked her because she could cook good food. They didn't have a dedicated chef, so they rotated. Meaning her home-cooked food was cherished and enjoyed. And that stroked her ego.

Sighing, she began to gather up the ingredients for her Cinnamon Buns. Then started mixing everything, not realizing she was humming the English children's song hot cross buns while doing so. Her mind thinking up various ways to make her dear Captain paranoid as she set the dough to rise and began to prep what she would use to make the sweet dough turn a little savory.

TBC!