Here we are again, another chapter, I hope you guys like this, sorry for taking so long but I got a bit angsy, I hope it won't happen again, sorry. As always, for the anon:

Me: OMGOMGOMG WILL HE FINALLY MAKE A MOVE!? WILL LAW REALIZE HIS FEELINGS!? HOLY JENGA IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE READ SOMETHING SO GOOD! PLEZ KEEP THIS UP!OMFG THIS IS BEAUTIFUL PLEZ CONTINUE AND NEVER GIVE UP ON THIS STORY. Well you will have to read this one to find out. I'm so happy you like it darling, I came back writing just for you. But don't worry I won't abandon the story darling. Loves and hugs, hope you like this one~

"There are three things all wise men fear:

the sea in storm, a night with no moon,

and the anger of a gentle man"

-Saying in the Inverness Castle

Kidd walked into the small room feeling something within him change forever. A part that suddenly realized what he really wanted -not power, not respect or the beloved freedom- but a much simpler thing, a thing that a simple word has clearly summarized. "Mine" He had said it carelessly, without even realizing it, but his whole body and his whole being seemed to agree with it. The human was his. It didn't matter if he was mortal, if the man himself didn't want to accept it, if the whole world and the universe was against it. That was his truth, he was a god, and therefore that truth was absolute.

Kidd advanced through the small room to where the dark-haired man was, feeling more free and confident that ever. The man was looking at him now with clenched fists and his lips set in a tight line, his eyes were no longer cold, his posture no longer bored. He was beautifully angry. Good. Kidd was angry too, furious, raged, oppression clenched his throat, his blood pumped hot in veins making him want to scream, making him feel incredibly alive. At last. Satisfaction clouded his mind, not just because of his own new feelings, but because the wall that the brunet had raised around him was also falling.

It was still there. Big and cold. Hard and difficult to break. Causing a strange unease in the red-headed god, because the boy was his, and nothing and no one would come between them.

"I told you I do not wish to talk" said the boy then, crossing his arms in a protective manner that irritated Kidd, making the strange and hypnotic tattoos on his arms stretch like a panther waking up.

Kidd watched them, his eyes chasing the dark lines crossing the shoulders and chest of the man, realizing that there was something in those drawings, a roughness, marks under the ink. Kidd suddenly stopped short in horror realizing what he was seeing. Countless scars were hidden under the man's tattoos.

Dear lord, the boy was covered in them. From his arms, down his long hands, to his strong stomach and up to his chest. His whole body seemed to be covered in ink. Did they all hide scars? How did he get so many? Kidd felt a soaring fury and panic seize him. Suddenly, he wanted to approach the boy, demand an answer, and then slowly kill the asshole that has so much as touched him. Until he screamed for mercy, until he spat his guts out. Everyone had scars, everyone suffered some time, but the marks on the body of the man weren't normal, they spoke of an excessive and cruel violence against his person. It spoke of an obsession.

"Who cares what a mortal wish? I do want to talk" Kidd continued provoking him, ignoring the hurt he could feel in those scars, just seeing with glee as the facade of indifference that the other had clearly risen around his mind to protect it, seemed to break just for Kidd.

The mortal wanted the gods to be the bad ones? Kidd would show him how terrible they could be.

"Get out" the dark man hissed, pointing with a tattooed finger at the shattered door of the room.

"Make me," Kidd muttered, smirking, slightly amused at the murderous look Law gave him. The wall had been destroyed. Whatever happened next, Kidd considered this a victory, he could feel it was one.

The boy, however, oblivious to his feelings and to Kidd's thoughts, advanced towards him. Fury and violence screaming in each of his lean muscles. Kidd understood then that the mortal was willing to kick him out of the place if necessary. Something totally impossible and unnecessary in his opinion. He was a god, the other a mortal, there was no way he could win in a battle. But the dark-haired man had perhaps forgotten that detail over the fury Kidd could see in his eyes.

When the dark-haired man threw a punch to his jaw, Kidd found it too easy to dodge it, grabbing then the dark haired man by the waist, he gave him a light kiss in his temple before moving away out from the other's range of attack.

The look that the mortal gave him then made it very difficult for Kidd not to laugh. The face -a mix of horror, disgust and confusion- made all this fuss worth it, but also Kidd couldn't stop the ridiculous sense of hurt to arise. None of his lovers, and there had been many, had ever put on a face of horror.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Law hissed.

Kidd shrugged it away with a dangerous smile. The boy was his fucking problem. Since he had set foot in his world Kidd had done nothing but focus on him, think about him, get angry with him... and apparently develop some weird feelings for him. And now he was also getting those not-existing feelings hurt. Awesome.

However, seeing his lack of response and his wry attitude, something seemed to snap in the boy. His eyes seemed to suddenly turn cruel, to seek another new defense against him, to protect himself as if his life depended on it. The smug smile that Kidd had had disappeared from his face and he couldn't help frowning.

"You want to talk? Well, let's talk" hissed the mortal with the face of a murderer "Why do you lie? You can control the weather, I saw you do it the other day, why don't you want to stop the rain? Why do you let thousands of people die every day? Does it comfort you to see my race die? Are you a sadist and that's why you behave like that?"

Kidd felt each question like a punch. The boy was attacking his biggest problem. His only weakness. The thing he could do nothing about, but which was however killing millions. Kidd had had a hard time learning what his power was doing without his control, what a monster he was becoming. The other gods had also lost the control, but their powers have just disappeared, not turned into a deadly storm that had raged for centuries. He was the odd one. The atrocity. The murderer.

"Shut up. It's not your business. You don't understand…"

"Then explain it to me! Stop lying!" Law shouted. Throwing his arms in the air in a gesture of desperation, of fury, of pure uncensored hate.

Kidd had enough.

Suddenly approaching the mortal until their breasts almost touched, Kidd lifted a hand with inhuman speed and closed his fingers around the other's neck. Without squeezing, without doing the slightest damage, just letting him feel his hand in that weak spot. Possessive. Dominant. Dangerous.

"I am not lying, mortal" his voice sounded calm. Too calm. His eyes just stared into the grey ones, unmoving, letting the other see the power inside him, the threat he has always been "My power depends on my emotions, like that of all gods. I have not felt anything for centuries and it has been raining for centuries, but since you arrived… it has become even more fucking erratic" Kidd squeezed a bit the other's neck. A warning. To shut up. To leave that topic alone. The fury within him mingled with the helplessness, with new weak feelings, with the shame for what he was capable of doing.

The boy nonetheless looked at him with narrowed eyes. Not surrendering. Never giving up. Making Kidd's chest burn with rage. Because he had given up long ago.

"This is the worst excuse that I have ever..."

Kidd couldn't take it anymore. His mind was a chaos of emotions that he could no longer control. The boy was too close, their breaths mixing in an intoxicating way, the exotic grey eyes watching him with a slight intent that no one had directed at him for years. His skin felt smooth and soft under Kidd's fingers, his pulse as fast as Kidd's. He was warm, so warm and innocent.

Yet he was covered in deadly scars.

Kidd surrendered to his most simply instinct. He simply lowered his head the last few inches and caught the brunette's moving lips with his own silencing him. Proving that what he said was true, that things were different, that things had fucking changed since he had arrived, that things had started moving, that Kidd had stopped to be monster.

For a few seconds Kidd just remained motionless. His mind trying catch up with the torrent of sensations that suddenly ignited in his body. For a moment he just marbled at how soft and tender the other's lips were under his, at how the other's scent curled around him inviting and fearless, old metal and the soap the other used to bath, mundane but as deadly as Kidd himself. For a moment Kidd could only feel the other's body beneath him, his caught breath, his trembling lips, his pulse beating in a quick but relaxing tempo that put his mind at ease.

But then Kidd moved his mouth, a light touch, a slight caress, a light friction against the other's unmoving lips. His tongue licked, his pupils dilated, and his whole world seemed to break into a thousand pieces with the face of the mortal. It was just perfect. The taste of the other numbed his senses. He was warm, sweet, perfect. Grunting with approval, Kidd deepened the kiss even more as he felt his whole body burn, the blood pumping heavy and hot like melted caramel in his veins, until Kidd could feel a known place of his anatomy start to grow.

Kidd squeezed the boy against his body with a sudden need taking control of him, the hand on his neck squeezed now possessively, the other curled around his waist over the maddening tattoos, over the lean muscles that Kidd hadn't realized the other had until he had been able to see him beautifully naked.

Their bodies seemed to be made for this, mingling to perfection from lips to waist. Kidd felt the pulse of the other flutter under his fingers then, his breath panting for a moment in his mouth as if he could not respond to the intensity with which Kidd was licking his lips. But he couldn't stop, waiting for the other to respond, to open that smart mouth and let him in, Kidd bit those lush lips until they turned red, until he felt the other gasp under him, until one of the tattooed hands gasped one of his arms as in need of support.

Kidd contained a moan as he felt the other start to give, start to surrender. Law's body relaxing under his hands, his head angling, and his weight leaning on his to get even closer.

The feeling of victory he felt then was greater than anyone he had ever felt. When Law's lips began to move even so slowly, as if in doubt, when his mouth began to open as if willing to let him pass, to respond, to accept him, Kidd considered himself the luckiest man in the world.

However, he made a mistake.

Instead of giving him time to adjust, instead of encouraging and seducing him into this game, Kidd anxiously took what was not yet his. When his tongue licked into the other's mouth hungrily, when his hands went down to the other's bottom to press him even closer against his cock, Law tensed.

The next moment Kidd felt his arms empty, the boy pushing him himself away as if he was burned. Kidd looked at him confused without understanding what had happened, while Law glared at him with a hatred he had never seen, as if he had betrayed him, as if he had stuck a dagger in his heart.

Then the pain came. With an ease worthy of praise, Law stuck his knee into his swollen crotch. Kidd doubled over in pain with a strangled gasp, but Law had not finished with him and Kidd felt the boy's knee strike against his nose, feeling something break. Kidd was immortal. The wound would heal in a few seconds, maybe minutes. But that didn't mean it hurt less.

Finally, Law pushed him against one of the armchairs in the room causing Kidd to fall backward to the ground and almost ending up inside the fireplace. Which surely would have left him completely unconscious for a few hours and with some nasty burns.

Law left the room then. Without looking back. Without compassion. With the rage shining dark as his disturbing tattoos.

Laying on the floor barely breathing through the pain Kidd finally realized his mistake. The mistake he had made from the beginning. The boy was his, that truth was absolute, Kidd would not let anyone else put his hands on him, would not let anyone ever hurt him again, give him another of those disturbing scars. But Kidd didn't belong to the boy in return. The dark-haired boy didn't accept him, was not interested in what Kidd could offer him, in his protection, in his care, in his power, in the only things he could offer him and what he was capable of giving. The boy had rejected them all from the first moment. He was strong. He was smart. He didn't need that kind of power or protection by his side. Kidd was not needed.

The boy was his, but Kidd remained alone, and that, despite his wounds, his broken nose and his almost burned clothes, curiously was what hurt the most.

...oOo...

Law observed the room in front of him with an air of resigned acceptance. The room was destroyed. The pieces of amber from the door scattered on the floor, an armchair lay broken on a corner, ashes from the fireplace curled on the floor, and the bed was mess along his thrown away clothes. After the fight with the redhead, his room looked very similar to what was happening in Law's own mind: chaos.

A few hours ago, Zoro had realized the disaster they had created and had begun shouting at them as if they were unruly children, as if he suddenly didn't have any problem talking and showing his fury. "This is my house!" "Do you know how hard is to make a door like that?" The insults and threats had been varied and colorful, Law had even learned some new ones.

However, it had been clear that Law could no longer use the room, and according to a sulking Zoro there was no other free room where Law could sleep. Law had doubted it, the castle was big enough to have another three hundred rooms vacant, but one look at the man had silenced him quickly. At the end it had been decided that he would sleep in Kidd's room, a room that had enough space to hold the two beds. So Law needed to move. They will need to sleep together.

Law, back then, had not felt anything. After his fight with Kidd he had found himself in a strange state of calm and numbness. Shocked. But now, hours after the incident, Law began to start reacting and realizing the problem he really had.

He was lowering his guard, he was losing his objectivity, he was letting the redhead enter. And that was dangerous. Too dangerous. Trusting another person, letting him see who he really was, was something that Law could not afford, it was a lesson he had learned from a very young age.

Doflamingo had helped him understand it. The noble man had the whole city in the palm of his hands, he had the money and he had the power. And since Law was born, the man had seemed to hate him. Law didn't even understand why, he didn't understand how the blond nobleman had even known about his existence back then, he had been an orphan boy begging in the streets, like a lot of the other children of the city. Why him? Why so much hate?

When the first band of thugs had beaten him when he was barely ten years old by the orders of the Earl Law had been confused. When the merchants of the town had refused to give him food for more than a year, bribed by Doflamingo, Law had begun to see a pattern. When suddenly, his beloved childhood friend Vivi, had been captured and sold as a prostitute along with the other girls Law had met, Law hadn't had the slightest doubt. Doflamingo just wanted to kill him.

So Law had decided to take the problem in his own hands. In a few months and with the help of an old mercenary, Raleigh, he learned how to defend himself, with fists, swords or whatever he had at hand, until the thugs that came after him, could barely breathe when he finished with them, until none accepted the bags of money that Doflamingo offered, for fear of what Law would do for them. Years later, Law had learned to hunt with the help of Ussuff, one of the hunters of the palace, he had learned to move in the shadows of the forest, to stalk unseen, until his food practically seemed to jump happily to his plate.

But above all, Law learned to defend his mind, to hide his feelings, denying them until they practically didn't exist, until Doflamingo couldn't hurt him. Law learned to cut the bonds, until he was totally alone in the small city between the mountains, safe, free. That part had been the hardest part, one he still had trouble maintaining, seeing his friends suffering at the hands of the nobleman had not been easy, but there had been no other option, if he felt, if he let his pain be seen, Doflamingo would just torture them more.

Now, however, his calculated plan was failing, now, without Doflamingo tormenting him, Law had dropped his defenses without realizing it. And someone had entered.

Kidd had achieved what no one had even tried for years. Law was feeling something for the idiot, and it scared him. His instincts told him that he should not trust anyone, that he should not feel anything, but his feelings were not as easy to suppress as he remembered. Law did not trust the god, he was too unpredictable, too strange, one moment he was screaming at him, and the next he was kissing him as if his life depended on it.

Law felt his body burn and a familiar sensation travel down to his crotch just by remembering it. The kiss had been ... intense, overwhelming, the best that Law had ever received. The other had kissed him as if Law was the best food he had had the pleasure to taste, his huge, warm hands had felt perfect over his body, as if they belonged there, and his mouth ... Law had to contain a moan just remembering it. The other had feel perfect, his lips tense, powerfull as everything in the god, but incredibly delicate for him, as if he was holding back so as not to break him, Law had felt the other's desire, his need, but he had also felt the other's enormous control.

Law couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the other let go, if he broke that control, what would he do then? With that perfect and arrogant mouth? With those agile hands? Law could not help but wonder what it would be like to feel the other's powerful muscles under his fingers, grabbing into that bright red hair between cries of pleasure, what it would be to feel the other's mouth on his...

No! He couldn't. The god was too dangerous, a fire with which he couldn't play. He had already managed to penetrate his barriers, Law already felt a slight camaraderie with him, a strange fascination. The sleeping arrangement would alone complicate things further, separating the pleasure from love during sex was complicated enough, Law knew it from experience, he just couldn't let it happen.

It was better to do nothing, to ignore everything. Forget about how his own body had responded to a simple kiss, how for a moment Law had just wanted to forget everything and let himself be carried away too.

Because he couldn't. His mission was only one. The most important one of his life. Once he got back to his world after stopping the rain, the old man's assembly would reward him, and with that money Law would travel, go, far, far away where Doflamingo would have no influence. Where for the first time since he had been conscious he would be free.

This mission was his way of escape, it meant his freedom. He just could not fail. He could not trust the god. He could not get carried away.

Taking the heavy trunk where he had also hidden his sword, his bow, everything that made him who he was, Law pushed him through the glass corridor towards the black door where the domains of the god of weather began.

...oOo...

Enel looked at the beautiful blue sky above his head without believing what he was seeing. Not only had it stopped snowing, raining, but the sun had risen for the first time in over a thousand years, hight, proud, stronger and warmer than ever. It made the world different, the things sharper, clearer, the world almost looked happy, relieved to finally be able to warm up in the holy light.

Except for Enel, the god of thunder, a fourth-class god with no real power over the world. The mortals had worshiped him with fear, Zeus, Thor, his names had been many his pride wide, but in this world, in the one that mattered, things had always been different. In this world he was a no one, the child of the child of the child. A part of a huge family with powerful members, no mattered what he was capable for, what he did, he would always be a fourth class, a despised one.

But he had had a plan. Zoro and Kidd had been his target, a second and third god were different, there were only a handful of them, if Enel could kill them, if he could steal their positions things would change…or so he had thought.

The sun shining brightly could only mean one thing: Eustass Kidd had managed to regain his powers which meant he was currently the strongest of them all. The rest of the gods were in decline, losing their control over magic, but Kidd had fucking regained it!

Enel frowned, clenching his fists while a wicked smile spread over his face. Maybe this was what he had been waiting for.

Kidd had always been different for the rest, the rebel, the black ship. The other gods won't be happy when hearing this new, to knowing the outcast had recovered what they couldn't. Yeah, Enel could still defeat them, a whisper here, another there, adding the mortal to the equation and Eustass Kidd will be executed and Enel would easily take his position.

However, the mortal's problem still bugged him. Kidd had regained his power when the mortal had arrived. Not before. Not after. But just now. Enel felt his mind remember the old story of Roronoa Zoro. Was the phenomenon repeating itself? He couldn't be that lucky, could he?

The possibilities were many, but Enel had one thing clear. He couldn't wait anymore. Revenge had to be now or never. He had to whisper it all to mother.

Rising from his throne among black clouds filled with the thunder he controlled, Enel closed his eyes and threw his mind far, far away, to the center of their world, to their capital where she and the holy court lived, where no mortal eyes would survive the beauty and chaos of their world. To the holy castle of shattered darkness where she had made her home.

Enel had always feared her. Her power was immense, his temperament unpredictable, even trying to manipulate her was a suicide. She had been the first, she was the raw power, a being that could not be understood even by their own race. Some said she had created the world from the dark waters of the beginnings, other said she had nurtured humanity into what they were now so they could worship her. She was older than time, her mind so old that sometimes not even her children could understand her.

Talking with her was complicated. Only her closed and most trusted people could do it. Roronoa Zoro had been one of those. Before the incident. Today however, the politeness and eternal waiting to prove his worth was not going to be necessary, he, a fourth-class god will be accepted into the inner court because the news he carried with him were worrying enough for her to attend in person.

Arming himself with patience and hiding his greed and arrogance, Enel waited to feel the cold and cruel mind of one of the palace guards, those soulless fae soldiers she had created out of the darkness, touch his own and ask him to state his business.

Enel just smiled at him before stabbing his worthless being with one of his thunders. He was not going to be stopped until he reached her.

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