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

Kagome was muttering under her breath as she stalked down the halls of the submarine. Time was passing reasonably quickly. And it made her feel a bit of anxiety. She had given him six months at the max, and with the recent topics that they'd covered, Kagome wondered precisely what he would do with such knowledge. It as somewhat dangerous information, yet he never asked about the 100 years of missing history. Curious? Definitely.

She was pausing as she came to a four-way, not sure where she wanted to go. Each path took her to a different place, the bridge, the kitchen, the medical bay. She was tilting her head as she looked straight ahead and realizing that going to the bridge could be disastrous by distracting those doing their job of sailing the submarine. The to her left was the medical bay. Not feeling ready to go back there after her last visit, Kagome suppressed a shudder that was trying to run up and down her spine.

Turning her body to the right, Kagome began to walk down the hallway to the kitchen. It was the only place she figured she could relax in. The damn thing was well stocked with a variety of foods. Canned, boxed, preserved via salt and vinegar depending on what he wanted. Then there was what was left of the fresh stuff they'd gathered on that island a few weeks back.

Kagome smiled widely as she stepped through the door, letting her eyes connect with the Chef. Who returned her smile and waved her over. She could appreciate anyone who could cook almost as good as her mother. And that was a tall order to live up to.

"What can I do ya?"

Kagome looked around the kitchen, eyeing the open shelves and their various containers.

"I want to bake if you don't mind? And we still have some of those nuts and plenty of cinnamon and sugar?" she asked.

"Sure, do little lady. What you got in mind?"

Turning her gaze back towards the Chef and giggled. Earning her a wary look before she sidled up to him, raising herself onto the balls of her feet and whispered in his ear. The deep rumbling laugh she got let Kagome know he as on board.

It had been eerily silent all day, and it had him on edge. Law was not one to put stock in old superstitions, but since he had acquired the obnoxious woman, he could admit his views were changing. The fact that he had learned a lot about things, things that defied logic and science. Then again, he couldn't say much being a devil fruit user.

He was spinning as he glanced around the bridge. He was taking in all the screens and the overview of the ocean floor before them. Nothing out of place, everything was working smoothly. But that didn't help him figure out why he felt on edge. It was a feeling he didn't like at all.

"Take over here," he commanded.

The second everyone gave their acknowledgment, he spun and left the bridge. Eyes narrowing as he walked down the hall and tried to sort through all his thoughts and what happened that could have done it. Each step was taking him further from the bridge as he nodded to the few of his crew in the halls, either coming or going to their shifts.

When he reached the four-way, he paused as the sound of laughter reached his ears. Then it hit him what had him on edge, but what hadn't happened. There had been no incident involving the woman or her companion today. Hell, neither had been active enough the last few days though Shehomaru didn't concern him as long as the Demon didn't attack his crew.

Turning, Law went down the left hall towards his kitchen. It was where the laughter was coming from, and if he didn't know better singing. He knew his crew; he knew they wouldn't be drinking and carousing without his permission. And not when they were at a depth of three thousand feet. Nor would they be having a grand ol' time either.

A sweet smell mingled with spice reached his nose just as he reached the door to the kitchen, and it had him pausing. It was a very familiar smell, nostalgic. It was something he enjoyed when he had a chance to get his hands on it. A dirty pleasure and secret. Well kept as well. So, why was that scent coming out of the kitchen?

"These are amazing! Where did you get the recipe?"

"Yeah! It's sweet, but not too sweet without either the frosting or handmade caramel sauce!"

That tick under his eye appeared again when more laughter came from just inside the kitchen. He recognized the high pitched laugh that belonged to that woman. And if she was here baking confections and distracting his crew from their jobs, he was going to drag her by her hair back to the medical bay for another session of making a jig-saw puzzle out her.

Taking that final step around the corner and coughing to announce his presence. The way everyone went still as they looked at him. It was apparent that most felt guilty or were shocked at his appearance. While the culprit just smiled and held out their tiny little hand with a plate that had the confection on it.

"What do you all think you are doing?" he asked in a very soft voice.

The way his crew member decidedly looked away from him, refusing to meet his gaze head-on, only served to upset him more. His crew was loyal to him. That they would look guilty or ashamed, unable to meet his gaze, told him that their loyalties were changing. He wouldn't have insubordination or a mutiny on his ship. Pinning the woman with his dark gaze, he saw the smile fade away and be replaced with a prominent frown.

"I suggest that you all get back to your duties," he commanded.

Law stepped to the side and watched as each of his crew members filed out. He waited until they were all gone before he turned his attention back to Kagome, eyes narrowing. Law saw the way her own eyes had narrowed at him, and he let one of his cold, cruel smiles appear on his face as he stalked towards her.

"I told you that first day that I wouldn't tolerate the loyalties of my crew being swayed, Kagome-ya," he growled at her as he towered over her.

The way she just arched an eyebrow as she put the plate with the confection on it on the long dining table.

"And I didn't know I was swaying them? I mean, I was bored and decided to bake with the stuff we had," she replied to him, her voice sickeningly sweet to his ears. "And if people stop in to get a bite between shifts means I am swaying your crew's loyalties than you should starve them you over-bearing, arrogant jerk."

Giving a rude snort, and felt his anger began to bubble up to show on his face from the way the woman before him went still. Her face and eyes were going blank. He knew this was her way of withdrawing while thinking of a counter-attack. And her words were not wrong, but he wouldn't starve his people.

"I won't deny being arrogant and even slightly over-bearing. A jerk, maybe on occasion considering its part of how I had to survive in the world," Law said as he bent over and pressed his face into hers. "But never tell me to harm my crew by starving them or anything again. I will put you into a torpedo tube and fire you out without any remorse."

He would give her a mental clap at not even flinching away from him and just staring blankly. When he got an eye roll from her before she stepped around him, muttering incoherently under her breath, Law knew that he won this round. And he'd be damned if her companion decided he wanted a piece of him.

Slowly he turned and watched as Kagome left the kitchen, body radiating her anger. Then again, he was still reeling from their last big conversation and the fact that Gods existed and were vindictive shits. When he could no longer hear Kagome's footfalls, he relaxed a little. And shooting a quick look at his crew chef and saw that the man as smartly fixated on whatever was cooking in the pot.

Giving a quick furtive glance around the kitchen, he snagged the plate and the pan on the table. He needed to go back to his office and do some paperwork and taste test the food that Kagome had prepared. Just to make sure that the cinnamon rolls she had made didn't have some kind of herbs that might make his crewmember's loyalty to sway. It wasn't like cinnamon rolls were his favorite confectionery desert, and the smell coming from it indicated it has raisins soaked in rum-like he loved them.

TBC!