A/N: This situation is more than just simply awkward right now, especially when you look at my last author's note at the end oft the first chapter. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for such a shit long time, but I have my reasons (Oh god, this sounds so lame!). I'm not going to go too far into details, but let's just say that I've been busy with the usual uni stuff. My little student friends on here probably feel me. However, never did I lose my passion for writing, nor do I plan to abandon this story (or all my other stories). As I've probably mentioned in some other author's note of mine in some other fic, I hate unfinished fics just as much as you do. It's frustrating, especially if it's a story you really like. So I decided to get a grip, sit down on my ass and write this for you! And I'll make sure to update as soon as possible, but please understand that I am limited in my time as well, but I'll still try to do my best.

*cracks knuckles* let's get this shit done. I'm so damn ready for this.

"I'm gonna quit." Law said, his own conviction audible in his steady and well-controlled voice. His eyes didn't blink once as he stared determinedly right at equally gray eyes right in front of him.

His voice was on a perfect level. However, he wasn't quite happy about his choice of words. Taking a deep breath, he opened his pale lips to speak again. "I said," Law began, closing his eyes a minute for emphasis before opening them again, the glint in his dark eyes seeming even more intense this time. "I'm gonna quit this job, Doflamingo."

Complete silence filled the room as Law took some seconds to think. Was this better than his last attempt? He used more words this time, but then again he had never been a man for big words. Besides, he knew damn well that he couldn't simply quit his job like that.

Covering one half of his face with his tattooed hand, Law looked at his reflection in the large mirror of his bedroom one last time before letting his tired gaze automatically sink to the dark parquet floor. He allowed himself to stay like this for a few moments before lifting his head up again. He couldn't quite point out what exactly it was, but for some reasons lifting his gaze up seemed like a rather difficult task to him today. His limps felt heavy, as if he had completely run out of energy. If he could, he'd just let his head hang down the way it was a couple of mere moments ago – or rather, go all the way to bed again and not thinking about getting out of it for he next couple of hours. Or days.

Law couldn't remember the last time he had felt that ridiculous and unmotivated before. And even though he was already late for his daily meeting with Doflamingo, he decided to turn away from the mirror and instead of leaving the room through the big double doors of his bedroom, he decided to walk slowly into the direction of his bed again. Sittting down on the edge of the big mattress, he felt it dipping slightly under his weight. He then lowered his upper body on the mattress until his shoulders touched soft material of his kig-sized bed, only his feet still touching the ground.

He stared at his ceiling with furrowed black eyebrows. Why was today so different from all the other days? Obviously it wasn't the fact that Law was in charge of a dangerous mission that would definitely bring him a death sentence if being caught – He had done plenty of them already in the past. No big deal for him. And he usually preferred doing the work that other people feared too much. There was no fun in just planning a crime without actually committing it. Law enjoyed being a little more on the cruel side. He was aware that the thought of taking pleasure in seeing other people's dull eyes being filled to the brink with horror and hearing them pathetically begging for their lives was a rather disturbing thought for most people and that he was often called sick by his victims – but he honestly couldn't give a fuck. He did what he enjoyed, and if his enjoyment included the suffering of other people, then so be it. Nobody can blame him. Law wasn't particularly known for suffering from a bad conscience either. Nothing could scare a skilled man like him. And he knew it.

So what was wrong with him now? Obviously he still liked his work. And his task now wasn't that much different from all the other shit he had done before. He knew that it had nothing to do with Luffy's young age either. Even though it had never been one of Law's favorite tasks, the surgeon also had to deal with people much younger than nineteen – Mostly for blackmailing purpose. Otherwise, kids were considered rather useless people in Law's eyes.

Law groaned in annoyance before getting up from his comfortable bed again. He shook his head a few times to get rid oft he confusing thoughts in his mind. He was probably just having a bad day and his mood was only bad because he couldn't sleep well last night. Maybe last night's full moon was to blame, but he didn't care.

With tired eyes, Law looked at the steel-colored watch on his wrist. 5:57 am. Great, he only had about three minutes left until his meeting with his nerve-wrecking blonde boss began. But still, Law didn't feel like he needed to hurry up or anything like that. When you work for someone like Doflamingo, there are more important things to think anbout than being on time for stupid conferences.

Lazily, Law made his way out of the room. He put his right hand on the golden door knob of his room before turning around one last time and looking into the huge mirror from the distance. "Fuck…" Law muttered quitetly. "I look like shit."

"You look fresh as always, Law!" Doflamingo exclaimed loudly, showing off his row of perfectly white teeth as he grinned like a psychopath that has just managed to break out of some nuthouse and hid a body on his way. If Law hated anything in the entire world more than being ordered around by Doflamingo like a marionette, it would be Doflamingo's stupid ass grin. "What face wash do you use? Your cheeks look really rosy."

Sitting on his chair in front of Doflamingo's desk, Law crossed his long legs sluggishly. "How about instead of always saying the opposite of what you actually think, you just open that useless mouth of yours and actually tell me what you want to say? Because next time you call me up for this shit I'll stay in bed."

Doflamingo swiftly pressed his right palm on his chest, just where his heart is located, faking a shock look. „Now that was rude, Law!" He leaned his arm on the arm of his chair again. "That's not how I told you to speak to me."

Law had his own arms crossed in front of his chest. He kept the eye contact with Doflamingo's shaded eyes, not breaking it the entire time. He was one oft he only people working for Doflamingo to actually dare making eye contact with the boss for more than five seconds instead of lowering them to the ground. However, even though Law knew that Doflamingo was in fact his superior when it comes to work, he was definitely not superior to him as a human being – even though the blond enjoyed making people feel intimidated by using body language only. With a man as dangerous as Doflamingo, using threats to intimidate someone was far from necessary. Most people usually sink to their knees and start whimpering whenever Doflamingo enters the same room as them. But that was probably the reason Doflamingo preferred Law out of all several hundred people working for him the most. Law never showed fear to anyone, no matter how powerful the person in front of him was. "As I said before, say what you want to say or else I'll leave right now."

The blond spread out on the arm rest to appear even bigger. "Can't wait to see Luffy again, don't you?" Doflamingo chuckled, not bothering the fact that Law glared daggers at him. "Tell me, is he an interesting hostage?"

"That kid," Law started slowly. "is retarded as fuck. I've never had to deal with a hostage that doesn't know when to shut up. I don't even need to use force or threats, whenever I want to know something he spits out all I asked for. I honestly doubt that he's the kind of „jewel" you think he is."

"Don't underestimate him, Law. He is more intelligent than you think. Haven't you noticed that he does chatter like an old woman, yet he didn't give you any useful information?" Doflaimgo raised is index finger for emphasis. „You are always too quick to judge people and then you consider yourself all high and mighty." He snickered into his breath. „Be a little bit more humble, Law."

Law felt his teeth gritting on their own accord. This fucker sure had some nerves lecturing him. "How do you know he hasn't given me any useful information yet?" He asked, arching one eyebrow at his boss.

"The video cameras." Doflamingo pointed out, still grinning. He reached one hand under his reddish mahagony desk and pushed a button that was located there. A short beeping sound reached Law's ears, one that was so quiet that people who are not used to Doflamingo's devices wouldn't have heard it. Law looked up and watched a little screen automatically lowering from the ceiling. The sight of it was fascinating and Law couldn't help but feel a little bit astonished everytime he witnessed it. It was so perfectly hidden that a person of average intelligence wouldn't even think of secret screens being hidden up there. It made him wonder if there's more stuff hidden all over Doflamingo's office, but of course he wasn't as stupid as to ask the blond about it. He knew about several cameras being hidden somewhere, but he could only assume that there was more inside this room Doflamingo hadn't informed him about. For safety reasons of course. There was probably a bomb located in the huge shelf on the right to eliminate all evidence in case some special force manages to get inside here. Or maybe there were trap doors all over the floor. Maybe even right under Law's chair.

"That's weird." Law began, fixing his eyes on his boss again. "Usually you don't spy on our victims like that."

It was true. Doflamingo was a man who was way too busy to constantly keep an eye on every hostage they got. He had no time for that and usually trusted his men enough to let them take care of this job completely. So, didn't he trust Law anymore?

"Don't give me that sad look, Law. That's only because I want to take some extra precautions. He's been abducted for only one day now, so I doubt that his family or other people have started searching for him already. They are probably worried, but being gone for a few days is nothing special for Luffy. However, it's only a matter of time until people will start searching for him. And since you've already done the mistake of underestimating Luffy, you should learn from your mistakes and take the people behind Luffy a tiny bit more seriously." Doflamingo said amusedly, rising his voice at some words mockingly. He leaned his hand behind his head, relaxing himself. "You know that I'm a big fan of jokes and smiles, but I was definitely not joking when I said that this boy is precious."

Law's eyes bore into Doflamingo's frame, his face completely emotionless. But on the inside, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a good or a bad thing to know that his boss was constantly watching the boy he was supposed to be in charge of.

Just as the screen was lowered all the way down, the display went on automatically. Law had to turn around in his seat a little bit since the screen was located into the direction of Doflamingo's chair and not his. He lifted his chin and looked curiously at the image presented to him.

A wave of relief washed over Law's body as he saw Luffy laying there on his belly on the mattress in the dimly lit room. So he didn't try to escape or at least there is no hint that Luffy had tried to escape. Law smiled. He liked it when people did as he wanted.

The ninteen-year-old's legs were close together, but his arms were spread out right next to him. Luffy's face looked pale, but that was nothing unusual about him. That was weird, considering the situation the boy was currently in. However, Law could perfectly see that the younger boy's eyes were only opened at half mast and that he was slowly trying to bite into the edge oft he mattress every now and then. The surface of the mattress where his mouth was looked a little wet, probably due to drool.

"Hungry…" Both men heard the teen muttering with only a hint of energy left.

"Hey Law, I thought I told you not to let him starve to death." Doflamingo said surprisedly, his grin slowly disappearing from the man's face.

"He's only been there for one night. How long has it been since the last time he ate?" Law asked his boss, not really aprecciating the fact that his boss left him a half starved teen to take care of.

Doflaming put a finger on his chin, tapping it slowly as he pondered. "Hmm, as far as I remember he was eating the moment I sneaked that drugged coke to him. And he wasn't particularly eating like a poor man, if you know what I mean. I remember that he had a plate on his lap with several burgers, a lot of fries, a steak and a – Oh no wait, two steaks, a-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Law interrupted his boss – Something that he did not fear to do. But he knew he wouldn't be faced with any consequences, even if he actred like a total punk towards his boss. "But how come he looks like he is about to bite the dust any second?"

"Bite the matress, actually." Doflamingo raised his finger and grinned, feeling proud of the bad pun he had just made. "I don't know. And I don't really care to be honest. It's a good thing that he's suffering right now. It's easier to gain his trust for you if he help him when he's in need." Doflamingo crossed his arms and lowered his head a little bit, looking more concentrated now. "It's a psychological trick. He's currently in a pretty bad situation and perfectly aware of it. I can make his situation worse for him and I will make it worse. I want him to suffer as much as possible while he's in the hut. You know why?" He gave Law a small grin.

Law rolled his eyes and nodded. He was no goddamn amateur, even though Doflamingo definitely enjoyed making him feel like one. "Because even the smallest act of kindness seem like a big deal to him when he is suffering the most. Such as yesterday when I removed the handcuffs from him. He was happy because I helped him when he was in need, even though I didn't free him completely. Additionally, I am the only person he is currently in contact with. He depends on me and my help."

Doflamingo grinned widely, even wider than at the beginning of their conversation. "And that Law," he began. "Is one of the reasons of why you are my favorite man." A low chuckle escaped from him, completely contrary to Law who didn't bother to show any emotion during their talk. "Now that he's currently starving, you should show some mercy and bring the poor boy something to eat. Be a nice guy, Law." Again, Doflamingo chuckled low at his own words. And his chuckle didn't even die down when Law got up from his seat and left the room without a word.

"…That's all?" Luffy said, sounding a little disappointed at the sight in front of him. His eyes left the food on the mattress he was currently sitting on cross-legged as he stared up with sad eyes at Law, who was leaning against the wooden wall right next to Luffy.

"Listen," Law began, his voice low and deep as he felt his left eye twitching a little bit in annoyance. "I've never spent over $50 just on one single breakfast in my entire life, so just do me the goddamn favor and stop complaining. I bought you plently of healthy food that will help you to restore your energy-"

"Laaaaaw!" Luffy whined as he rummaged wildly through the huge pile of food in front of him, searching for something good to eat. „All you bought me were weird looking cereals and stupid vegetables. And the rest is stuff I don't even know. This is not going to make me any less hungry!"

Law blinked at him for a few times, a little surprised that a hostage - out of all people - dared to complain to him about the food he got offered. "You sure are an ungrateful little brat, you know."

"Shishishi!" Luffy laughed, scratching the back of his nose. It made Law wonder where he had gotten the sudden energy from when he hadn't even eaten anything.

He let out a loud sigh. "Look Luffy. This here-" he picked up an object what was covered in beautiful white wrapping. "is buffalo mozarella. It's considered a delicacy throughout the whole world and-"

"And where's the toast for that?" Luffy asked, not looking at Law as he searched through the pile of food, looking for bread.

"You don't fucking eat it with toast." Law said, closing his eyes and feeling the anger slowly building up deep in the pit of his stomach. Here he was, trying to spoil Luffy with the finest food he could get on the market and this little shit was asking him for fucking toast to eat buffalo mozarella with.

Luffy got up and snatched the buffalo mozarella from Law's hand with one swift movement, earning nothing but a dark glare from the older man. "Then what do I eat it with?" He unwrapped the package and moved his nose closer to smell the cheese. "Without anything? Is it a snack?"

"It is not a snack, Luffy." God, this kid had no taste or class at all. Law would have expected more from a boy who had got a reputation for being a big eater. He walked to the pile of food he dumped on Luffy's mattress and picked up the tomatoes and another item that was wrapped in an elegant white package. "Try it with tomatoes and a little bit of truffle butter."

"Oh god, you can't be freaking serious Law!" Luffy shut his eyes and let himself drop on the mattress, resulting in a couple of items falling off of the edge of the bed and on the floor. "I am starving to death and instead of toast and meat you bring me buffalo mozarella and truffle butter?" He whined loudly, clenching the surface of the mattress with his fists.

Law watched the sight, a little bit surprised that his gourmet breakfast turned out to be an utter martyrdom to the teen. "Then what do you want?"

Luffy quickly got up from the mattress and looked straight at Law, his eyes suddenly big and filled with excitement. "Steak! And toast! And real cereals!"

"First of all, I'm not going to get you steak for breakfast, that shit is unhealthy and makes you sick. By the way it's not even eight yet, how can the thought of eating meat in the morning not make you want to throw up?"

Luffy looked at Law, the excitement in his eyes changing to what looked like disappointment for the older man in front of him. God, Law was not used to this shit at all. "Meat is not unhealthy, what are you talking about? I always eat some for breakfast."

Law walked a few steps to stand right in front of Luffy, the hardwood floor of the old building creaking slightly with every step he took. He looked down at the teen who was still sitting on the edge of his bed. As his own eyes met Luffy's big ones, he couldn't help but wonder how such a dumb looking kid could possible pose such a threat to the Donquixote Family. "I am a doctor, so I guess I know what I'm talking about when I say that a steak is nothing more than a dead cow and definitely not healthy. Same goes for toast. No useful nutrients and a bunch of useless carbohydrates that your body will turn into sugar as soon as you start chewing." Law finished his sentence when he noticed the confused look in Luffy's eyes. Okay, he better stopped talking about this kind of stuff, this kid is not going to get it anyway. "…And what the hell do you mean with real cereals?"

Luffy reached for the box of cereals and opened it carelessly, making several pieces oft he content dropping to the floor. Law kind of hoped that the mess on the floor would attract rats that bite Luffy and infect him with some uncurable disease, that would make things so much easier for the surgeon. "Those look kinda brown…" Luffy put his hand inside the box and stuffed a handful of the cereals right into his mouth. He only chewed for a few seconds before spitting everything out on the floor – With some oft he chewed food landing right on Law's freshly polished shoes.

It's been a long time since someone had made Law feeling as aggressive as he did right now. And if it weren't for the fact that his boss had told him to treat Luffy nicely, Law would have grabbed the teen by his hair, slammed his head down on his shoe and told him to lick up the dirt with his tongue until there was no trace left. But of course he couldn't do that as he knew that Doflamingo was probably watching right now. And laughing.

"What was that?!" Luffy asked, his face making a disgusted expression as he wiped the cereals from his mouth with his fingers. "They didn't taste sweet at all!" He complained.

"That's because instead of stuffing you full with sugary trash, I actually wanted to give you something that'll make you full for a long time - Whole wheat cereals. Besides," Law grabbed the box of cereals that Luffy had placed next to him. "There is sweetness, it comes from the raisins, a natural source of sugar and definitely better for your body than all the other stuff you are used to."

"To hell with your raisins." Luffy muttered, his mouth forming an immature pout.

And Law seriously had a hard time controlling himself not to slam his fist into the dark-haired boy's mouth. Why couldn't he just tie the kid to something – preferably with a rough and old rope – and shove the fucking truffle butter right into his mouth? This was by far not the hardest mission Law was ever on, but it was definitely the hardest one for his nerves.

"Just eat the damn food and-„

"I want something else!" Luffy interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. Right now, Law wanted to do nothing more than to get out of the hut, go to his car, take the gun from the glove compartment and put an end to this. It would only take one movement of his hand. That's what he liked about shooting someone. It just ends so many problems with so little effort.

"I'm not going to buy you something else, I've already spent way too much money on you anywa-„

"I'm staaaaarving!" Luffy threw himself back on the mattress, making even more items falling on the floor. He covered his eyes with the back of his right arm, blocking his own vision and turning his head rapidly form one side to the other. "Huuuungry!"

Law felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins - a sign that even his own body couldn't handle the stress anymore. "Stop acting like a fucking child and-"

"I'm dying!" Luffy grabbed his shirt with his other free hand, clenching it tighly.

"Okay, that's it!" Law snapped. Being nice is one thing, but no one, not even his own boss, can expect him to deal with something that's impossible for him to deal with. He grabbed one oft he tomatoes he had picked out earlier and quickly jumped on the mattress himself, covering Luffy's body with his knees on both sides of Luffy's thighs, making it impossible for the younger teen to move his hips. Taken by the sudden surprise, Luffy removed his arm from his eyes, only to have it violently grabbed by Law and pinned right next to his head. „Ouch! Hey!" Luffy complained and tried to free his hand from Law's way too tight grip, but he soon realized that the man above him was way stronger than him. When he turned to look at Law with panik in his eyes, he was faced with a big red object right in front of his lips.

"Eat it!" Law growled loudly at Luffy, obviously having lost even the smallest trace of patience.

Quickly, Luffy used his other free hand to put it right on Law's chest, pushing the doctor's body away from his own with as much strenght as possible. He did manage to push Law just about one inch away from him – Not enough to completely shove him off of him, but at least the disgusting tomato wasn't touching his lips anymore. "NO!" He yelled and turned his head to the side, clenching his dark eyes shut in concentration as he tried to keep Law away from him.

"Fucking eat it now!" Law yelled, his own voice sounding so strange to him, way too sharp. He couldn't remember the last time he had yelled at someone. Usually he would stay calm and watch other people shitting their pants only from the mere icy stare Law would give them. He was convinced that it was more intimidating to not show any emotions. To make your enemies think that you are never losing control of the situation. That you are always in charge and not them. And for Law, yelling is a sign of weekness. That you lost control and are desperately trying to appear dangerous.

But he gave a fuck about his principles right now. He did lose control over the situation.

"YOU CAN'T FORCE ME!" Luffy's body was jerking, his limbs trashing wildly arround as much as their current position allowed him to do. And even though it was no problem for Law to keep the younger man pinned, he was having a hard time trying to get the teen to eat the vegetable. Also, he wasn't particularly fond oft he thought of getting kicked in the balls because of Luffy's uncontrolled movements. He had to end this. Quick!

"I'll show you how I can force you." He whispered aggressively through clenched teeth, ready to break Luffy's arm if he had to.

"NO!"

Luffy grinned widely at his pepperoni sandwich before taking one large bite, chewing only once before swallowing everything down. With only one more bite, he had finished the entire sandwich. "This is so delicious!" He exclaimed.

Next to him, Law was sitting on the mattress, his elbows resting on this thighs, covering his face with his hands. „This is so humiliating…" He mumbled to himself.

Luffy grabbed another pepperoni sandwich and took a bite of it before slapping his free hand on Law's back – hard - making the older one jerk a little bit. "Don't blame yourself, Law! It's not your faul! I am simply stubborn when it comes to food!"

Stubborn? That was a really nice way to put it. Luffy was acting like Law had tried to kill him with a lethal injection. He had been screaming, tremling, jerking and kicking wildly around for over half an hour until Law decided to let it be. But of course he couldn't let the teen starve, even though he wish could. To put it bluntly, Law had no other choice but to grant him his stupid wish. However, Law knew he should be happy that he had the chance to do Luffy such a favor – After all, Luffy was on the verge of tears of happiness when Law entered the room with a couple of new grocery bags. But still, he felt like Luffy was the one controlling him right now, when in fact he was nothing more than a hostage that only served the purpose to blackmail Shanks, Garp or someone else with. And he better be useful for that. Otherwise Law wouldn't hesitate to lock him up in the hut and throw the only key into the nearest river.

"Want some?" Law was interruped in his train of thoughts when Luffy placed his saliva-coated sandwich right under Law's nose. The horrible smell of pepperoni hitting his nostrils was making him want to throw up.

"I'd rather eat nothing than to poison my body with that stuff." He commented. Luffy brought the sandwich back to him again, looking skeptically at Law.

"You should be happy, I never share my food with someone else." Luffy said. "Besides, I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me. I know that was kinda a lot to ask for, but you need to know I'm still thankful that you went all the way buying me new breakfast."

"No problem." Law lied. He was only trying to act it cool. In fact, the thought of murder has never sounded as tempting to him as it did today. "However, you need to try to eat healthier. Stuff with more vitamins and nutrients. I really don't want you to become sick." Another lie. Personally, Law couldn't care less if anything happened to Luffy. However, if the boy did get sick, Law had to treat him personally as taking Luffy to a hospital was absolutely no option. Luffy must not be seen by anyone who didn't belong to the Donquixote Family. The risk of getting caught was way too high.

"Law?" Luffy asked. Law turned his head to the side, looking directly at Luffy. "How come you are so nice to me? Gramps always told me that all criminals were fucked up people who would kill without hesitation."

"Yeah, I know. That's what police officiers always tell the people. Sure, there are some people in our rows who do this kind of stuff, but I don't really see the point in killing someone. Of course we need to use people for our advantage. I'm not saying that we are the good guys. But once you've reached your goal, there is no problem in giving them their freedom back." Okay, at this point Law really had to control himself not to burst out laughing. And the funniest part of all was that judging by the intense look in Luffy's eyes, the teen actually believed every stupid lie Law told him! Law observed the younger man's face carefully for more details. "By the way, you got sandwich crumbs on the corner of your mouth. Makes you look silly."

Luffy kept looking at Law for a few more seconds before realizing what the other had told him and blinking several times in surprise. He wiped the right corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Is it gone?" He asked?

"No, you got them on your left side." Law said, pointing his tattooed finger there.

Again, Luffy used the back of his hand to wipe the right side. Law groaned, the pounding in his head that he had gotten from a headache getting heavier and heavier. "Do you have a right-left disorientation or what?" He asked annoyedly. To end this fast, Law moved his own hand closer to Luffy's face and used his thumb to wipe the crumles off of the other man's face. When his hand touched the skin of Luffy's face he realized that the teen's face felt kinda… warm.

Very warm, actually.

Why was his skin so warm? He didn't look flushed or anything and it's not really warm inside the hut either. Maybe the heat of Luffy's skin was just a strong contrast to Law's own rather cold hands? Was that the reason why the boy felt to warm? Was he sick?

The moment he realized he had been cupping Luffy's face in the progress, Law quickly drew his hand away from his face, instantly feeling cold again. What the hell was he thinking? So what if the kid got a fever! That was none of his business.

Luffy, however, didn't give him a different look than he had done the entire time. It was like he wasn't even bothered by the fact that Law had just cupped his cheek and examined his face for at least twenty seconds. "Your hands are cold." Luffy pointed out.

"Yeah, they always are." Law got up from the mattress and grabbed the keys he had placed next to it on the floor. He didn't know why he suddenly felt such a need to leave Luffy alone already. He had actually planned to stay with him for a couple of hours, trying to gain as many pieces of information from him as possible. But then there was this voice in his head, this goddamn voice that was screaming for Law to grab his things and leave as fast as possible!

Luffy's expression changed to something unreadable when he noticed that Law was just about to walk away from him. "Wait, are you going? Already?" He asked, obviously not happy at the thought of being left alone now.

Law turned around to make one last eye contact with Luffy while unlocking the door at the same time without looking what he was doing with his hands. "Yeah, but I'll come back in the evening and look after you." He then turned around again and opened the door, the cold air from outside hitting his face. Why was it so cold outside?

"And what am I supposed to do until you come back?" Luffy got up and tried to follow Law, but the older man had already closed the door behind him with a loud bang.

"Try to teach yourself how to eat healthier." And that was the last thing Luffy heard Law saying, followed by the sound of him locking the door and the engine of a car.

Law knew that out of all places to go to, this particular one proved to be a mistake every time again.

"Fufufufufufufuf!" Doflamingo laughed his unique laugh, the very same laugh Law hated with a passion. He had been doing that since Law entered the his office. And even now the blond hadn't fully stopped yet. Sometimes Doflamingo would try to stop himself from laughing, only to speak two or three words before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter again. That man sure knew how to make someone feel extremely ridiculous – especially when this someone was Law.

The surgeon tried to act as if he was not bothered by the blond's behavior, hoping he would calm down soon. He concluded that he would wait five more minutes or else he would get up and stay away from Doflamingo's office for the rest of the day - Without reporting anything about Luffy in the evening, like he would usually do when it comes to hostages.

After heaps of new waves of laughter, Doflamingo took his sunglasses off for a second, only to wipe a tear away before putting them on again. "Seriously, that was better than anything I've ever seen! My favorite part was when you jumped him out of sudden." Doflamingo laughed again. "Out of all people I know you were the last one I expected to do something like that!"

"I did not fucking jump him." Law said, closing his eyes to relax himself. Of course he should have thought about the cameras in the room and the fact that Doflamingo had pointed out that he was able to watch Luffy in his office just this morning. But at that moment his brain just stopped working properly.

"Of course not!" Doflamingo laughed sarcastically. "You reminded me of some lion in heat actually! Too bad I didn't record it or else I'd have the perfect video material to annoy you with when I feel like it! That'd instantly cheer me up!"

"I'm happy I'm such a good source of entertainment for you, boss." Law spit out the last word, showing that he was definitely not in the mood for Doflamingo's stupid teasing. Dealing with an immature boss was one thing, Law could handle this, but having to deal with an immature hostage as well was way too much for Law. He needed a couple of hours a day without being surrounded by idiots.

Doflamingo stopped laughing, but his wide grin was still perfectly in place. To Law it was an unsolved mystery how someone can grin so much without ever complaining about their cheeks hurting. "You know I see more in you than just someone to entertain me. I have other people doing the entertainment work. Though I've got to admit that you've done quite a good job at it recently!" Law noticed that even his deadliest glare didn't have the slightest effect on his boss. "However, tonight I expect you to squeeze some information out of him. Of course it doesn't have to be anything big. I don't expect him to spit out anything huge as this is your first interrogation session with him. I plan to keep him for quite a long time, so you'll have many opportunities to gain his trust. Try to make it not look like you're trying to interrogate him. Make him feel comfortable and don't ask too many question. Allow him to say whatever he wants to say. Don't pressure him."

"You don't need to remind me of this. This is far from the first time I'm doing this job for you." Law said, tapping his fingers impatiently against his the surface of Doflamingo's desk. "Got anything else to say before I leave?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Doflamingo said and it caused Law to stop the movements of his fingers. The older man's voice sounded calmer all of sudden, sharper and deeper, not a trace of laughter audible anymore.

That was not a good sign.

"There was one particular moment today I didn't quite enjoy seeing. I guess I don't need to remind you of what I mean either, right, Law?" The twenty-six-year old knew that Doflamingo was looking him straight in the eyes, even though he couldn't see his boss' eyes due to his sunglasses.

Law's stomach dropped slightly. "Yeah." Of course he knew what his boss was talking about. But he wanted to let Doflamingo know that it was absolutely not what it looked liked. "Just for your information, I was wondering if he's got a fever. His face was unusually hot despite the cold temperatures outside."

"Yeah, it's okay for you to check his health, I'm fine with that. But Law," Doflamingo's voice sounded more serious, more threatening and definitely more dangerous with every word. "Don't you dare to become attached to him." It was not a request. It was an order.

This time, it was Law's face that was graced with a grin. "For what kind of bloody amateur do you take me?" Without saying anything else, Law got up from his seat and slowly made his way to leave the room. "I wouldn't hesitate to dump his lifeless body into the woods once we're done with him, you know?" He added as he walked away from Doflamingo.

This additional sentence did the trick to make Doflamingo change his grumpy expression into a more relaxed one. "You've proven yourself to be ruthless many times in the past. I hope you can switch from caring to ruthless when I expect it from you?"

"Sure." Law replied, feeling Doflamingo's stare boring intensly into his back until he left the room and shut the door.

A/N: Thankfully it didn't take me a long time to write this chapter, because I've already planned all the chapters in advance. So I'll hope to get this story done soon. After all, I want to reach the porn part soon. But please don't be sad if it takes me some time. I still need to do some stuff for university, then there are several other stories that need to be updated (I'm planning to alternate between Misery Loves Company and Stupidity Can't Be Cured). Also there are heaps of new updated of my favorite stories and so many new stories on here! I can't wait to read what you all have come up with while I was gone :) See you!