Grand Line City Hearts

Chapter Six

Deceive me

Sackgassen

What is it about you that I can't resist? Why do I want you so much? I don't understand. I just don't understand it.

Kidd was over at Law's, like every god damn night the past week, and his body sank into Law's, like every god damn night, and it was fucking good, like every god damn night.

When he felt that he was finally able to breathe again he rolled off from Law's exhausted and well used body, stretched his arms and then turned his head to look at Law.

Tan skin stretched over defined features. Silver piercings, illuminated by the harsh light from that ugly lamp right above the bed. Those dark eyes – and he had finally figured out what that look in those eyes was: Law was hounded, those dark hounded eyes.

This was usually the time where he would get up, pay and leave, but for some reason he didn't feel like it. So he nudged Law slightly in the side and waited for his reaction.

"What is it? You really want another round?" Law said, clearly exhausted and disapproving.

"Nah, I'm good. But you know, I've been thinking-"

"You've been thinking, Mr. Eustass? I wasn't aware that you actually had a brain-" Law teased.

"Shut up. No. Let me say what I have to say." He pouted.

"So speak."

"Why do I have to pay you for sex?"

"Because I need money."

"I know, smart ass. My question is why can't I just give you the money you need, and then we can just continue this thing without that ugly label of prostitution?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"That's a pretty shitty reason."

"Can you please drop it, ok?"

"I just don't get it. Why can't I give you all the money you need and we just fuck?"

"Just drop it-"

"Is it because you dislike fucking me so much, that you need the money for motivation, or what? Do you get off being paid? Do you only get it up if you act like a whore and actually sell your body?"

"Eustass, you know it's not like that, just drop it." Law said, exasperated.

"FINE!"

"I would like to sleep, if you don't mind. I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"You're throwing me out? Fine. I'm already leaving." He mumbled and left the bed, searching for his clothes.

"Eustass-ya?"

"What is it now?"

"I forgot to tell you earlier, but we can't meet tomorrow night."

"Why? Tomorrow is Friday, right? Sunday is your day off-"

"Contrary to your beliefs I'm not a socially isolated being, and it would be nice to see someone else's face, other than colleagues and you."

"Fine." He finished dressing, dug the usual amount of money outta his pockets, threw it carelessly on the bed and left the already dozing off Law.

Law worked the whole Friday at the hospital, well knowing that with each passing hour he got closer to finally getting outta there. He couldn't wait for his shift to end, since this night he promised Nami that he would go out with her and the clique. It felt like he hadn't seen his friends in weeks, and tonight would be the first time they all hung out in ages.

So how many minutes left till he got outta here?

But then a pretty interesting case came in and all thoughts about the clique were gone and he was lost in saving another man's life. All his attention was on the surgery, and when he finally left the Grand Line City Hospital he noticed that he was already running late.

He rushed his shower, threw on some clothes he had lying around and jogged the two miles downtown to the 'Baratie' where they would always meet up before going out. The restaurant was closing up, but the whole clique was still there, lounging in the back, talking, chatting, enjoying the drinks that Sanji made especially for the ladies.

He walked in and was greeted warmly by the relaxing atmosphere. Just what he needed right now. A change of scenery. Something different from work, something different from those sweaty nights in his tiny bedroom.

"Hi Law!" Kaku said, he had noticed him first – attentive as he was.

"Law! We haven't seen you in ages!" Vivi smiled.

"Glad you could make it!" Kaya added.

Robin smiled mysteriously and eyed him up. "You look good."

That was a surprise. He thought that since he had cut his usual amount of sleep down to an absolute minimum that his sleep deprived body would for sure induce the opposite effect – the bags under his eyes showed more than usual.

"Yeah, you do." Nami added, "I don't know what it is, but you look way more relaxed and content than last time I've seen you. But you still don't get enough sleep!"

He smiled warmly, sat down and snatched a drink. It was good to be back. "Well, my sleep deprived state might come from the man I met about two weeks ago."

"Oh Law, that's great!"

"So you're now in a relationship? What is he like? Who is he? Do we know him?"

Damn his loose mouth. Why did he have to mention him? He needed to be extremely careful now. Basically tell the them what I already told Nami on the phone. Nothing more. "I don't think that you could possibly know him. I met him at the 'Arabasta', you know, that night when Sanji had to fulfill his bet – I totally forgot to ask how did that go?"

Sanji's face immediately turned a dark shade of red and he started to mumble incoherent syllables. Great distraction strategy. Robin winked at him and to Sanji's obvious and utter embarrassment they started to question Sanji if he was going to meet the green haired man again.

Law sat back, nipped on his drink and just enjoyed the company of his friends. He listened to the flowing conversation, then a pretty interesting discussion about the local politics in Grand Line City started, and he was happily pointing out the correlations and ties of the underground syndicates with the government.

He could've stayed at the 'Baratie' for hours, conversing with his friends, drinking, relaxing, but unfortunately Nami and Robin suggested that they should go to one of their usual clubs downtown.

He tagged along, since he wanted to enjoy every damn second he got with the clique.

A cab brought them right to the front entrance of 'Punk Hazard', one of the most stylish establishments in Grand Line City. A surge of excitement flowed through his body. It felt like ages since he had been going out. They passed the long line in front of the club, nodded the bouncers a greeting and went inside.

They were welcomed by the latest electro beats, by dazzling lights, a wild crowd, and did he mention the almost deafening music? He really felt like letting loose tonight.

Kidd hated clubs like these. Loud, flashy, annoying. Full of hipsters, wannebees, attention junkies – yeah, and why was he here again?

The 'Punk Hazard' was definitely not his type of club. He was more the 'Arabasta' type. Dark and dirty. Or some quiet bar where the booze was cheap and the music was more outdated that this crap here. But he wasn't here for fun, he was here for business. It was known that the 'Punk Hazard' was one of Joker's clubs – of course his name was nowhere in the registers, but concerning the drug trafficking in this club was Joker the top supplier.

He made it to his personal mission to bring that fucker down.

He stood in a rather quiet corner of the club, silently observing the crowd. Always on the lookout, always observing. He knew exactly what he was looking for. He knew how Joker's men looked like.

The club was getting fuller by the minute, tons of inebriated people trying to talk to each other over the obnoxiously loud music, they were all dancing, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other – oh shit, that reminded him of Law. That little shit.

Suddenly he saw someone of interest. Right over there, next to the bar, there was a women with wavy black hair and sunglasses. Her attire wasn't different from most of the other female club goers, but there was something about her aura that was entirely disquieting. She didn't seem drunk, nor did she seem like she was having fun. She simply looked indifferent.

There was only one way to find out if she was one of Joker's men – or in this case – women.

Slowly he made his way over to the bar and ordered two drinks. He still observed the woman of interest from the corner of his eyes. Right now she was chatting with a group of men, and then she left her spot and – what a surprise - the men followed her. Jackpot.

He kept his calm and stayed at the bar, still observing the crowd, nipping on his drink. He left the other drink untouched – and then, when no one was paying attention, he slipped some white powder right in that untouched drink. He was back on the hunt.

It didn't take long for the black haired woman to reappear in her spot next to the bar. She was alone.

Showtime.

He casually made his way over to her, leisurely grinning, and seizing her up. She noticed him immediately – and she was on the hook.

"Well, Hello there." She said in a husky tone.

"Hey Sexy, I couldn't help to notice you, so I bought you a drink. You up for it?"

The black haired women beamed and smiled at him. "Yes, I would like that a lot."

He smirked and gave her the glass with the drug in it. The dark haired woman took a sip, totally naïve – it was a basic rule to never accept drinks from strangers if you haven't seen the barkeeper actually mix it – but this woman apparently deemed herself invincible.

"So you can call me Baby, and what is your name, handsome?"

"Well, Baby, you can call me Red."

The atmosphere at the club was fantastic. Law could finally relax a bit, distract his mind from matters like work, money, Doflamingo, money, Kidd, money, Doflamingo, money – yeah, partying always helped against worries. Nami somehow knew the barkeeper, so all the drinks were for free – he was sure that their group didn't get their drinks for free as a pure courtesy, more likely Nami was blackmailing the barkeeper with some dirt she had dug up somehow.

He sipped on his rum with coke, observed the crowd from his spot at the long bar and talked to Robin. He thought about going dancing and contemplated picking up some stranger like he usually did each other time when he was out at such a club – those nights had been usually the only nights where he had the chance to meet some guys he could sleep with – but tonight he didn't really feel like it. He knew that Kidd would be over tomorrow night, and he was sure that Kidd would thoroughly satisfy him. No, he didn't want to pick some stranger up to fuck because he felt obligated to Kidd, no, not at all-

"So who's on your mind, Law?" Robin's voice pierced through his skull.

"Do you imply that there's a certain someone on my mind that you would like to find out more about?"

"I couldn't help to notice that you evaded the topic quite elegantly earlier at the Baratie. So naturally I got curious. Will you tell me about him?"

Damn Robin and her sharp mind. Simply ignoring her request wasn't an option. So he yelled over the loud music: "I don't really know him yet. It's quite complicated. We match on one level, but completely disagree on another. I don't know how serious he is with me."

"But are you serious with him?"

"I'd like too."

"Well, don't be shy to introduce him to us, once you two got all serious. But I'll leave you alone now, I spotted someone interesting." She smiled mysteriously and went off to talk to some pretty pumped up man with electric blue hair. He never had been able to understand her tastes in men.

He kept on observing the crowd; he saw Sanji fawning over a girl, but for some reason he didn't seem to enjoy himself as much as he usually did when a pair of breasts that huge were in his close proximity. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red. It couldn't be him, right? Surely Kidd would hang out at the 'Arabasta' if he had nothing to do on a Friday night – he just didn't seem like the kind of guy who frequented the 'Punk Hazard'. But still, he eased his way through the crowd and tried to get closer to that red haired person of interest.

But damn the cramped club, he could hardly ease his way through the sweating and moving mass. Suddenly he lost the flash of red hair out of his eyes, and in addition to that he was stuck right in the middle of the dance floor, bodies of strangers were too close to his, and he was feeling slightly claustrophobic. He needed to get the fuck off the dance floor.

With some trouble he made his way to the other side of the club, still searching for the flash of red – oh, there was red hair – an ugly, badly done dye job on an average, rather slutty looking girl.

He found a calm niche right next to the doors that led to the toilets and tried to calm down. He was seeing ghosts, more so, he was probably getting paranoid. Did he really want to see Kidd that badly again? But then, it would be nice to meet Kidd once outside a bedroom. He still hardly knew something about him, they hardly talked – and that was becoming a problem, since Doflamingo was expecting information. He guessed that next night he should try talking to Kidd. Maybe he could cook dinner and then –

He couldn't believe what he saw.

Eustass fucking Kidd. And a woman. A busty, black haired girl in a way too tight and way too short purple dress. And that woman was all over him. But what was worse that Kidd was all over her too. That asshole.

So it had been Kidd's unmistakable hair he had seen earlier.

Kidd and that women stumbled through the crowd, licking each other – you couldn't describe that as kissing, not at all – and they were clearly on their way to the bathroom – to do whatever you did in a bathroom in such a club like the 'Punk Hazard' with a girl in such a slutty dress.

So Kidd couldn't go without sex even a single night.

That fucker.

Kidd had his arms full of a quite revolting Baby, desperately trying to let it appear as he was as much into her as she was into him.

After he had talked to her for some more – well, not really talked, you could rather say exchanged meaningless verbiage – he was sure that Baby worked for Joker and was selling in this club. He made her believe that he was quite interested in buying a lot. And then fucking her a lot. And then snorting coke from her hard nipples. Well, that was at least what he had whispered in her ear after she signaled him her willingness.

Baby had whispered something about a back exit right past the hallway to the bathrooms, so that was where he was taking her. He didn't intent to have any audience to what he was about to do to Joker's bitch.

Baby clung to his arms while he more or less dragged her down the hallway. They passed the bathrooms and then there was a heavy metal door, leading right outside. He dragged her behind a dumpster, looked around if anybody else was watching, and then dropped the act.

He shoved Baby against the dumpster, pressed his healthy arm against her throat and breathed through his teeth: "Where do you get your fucking coke from?"

Baby instantly sensed his change of mood. A catlike grin appeared on her face. "From the young master of course, what did you think? So do you want some-"

"As if I would touch that dirt. And who the fuck is that young master?"

"It seems like you already know-"

"Joker."

"Of course, stupid!"

"Where is he?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because I want his head."

"No! The young master is mine to kill! I will never tell you where he is-"

"Oh, believe me, you will."

And then the fun started.

When he was done with Baby he disposed of her unconscious body right in the dumpster, before he had stripped her of any valuables she had on her body. To his surprise she had managed to hide a ridiculous amount of weapons beneath that skimpy dress. He could always use a new knife or a new gun. The eight balls he found were equally disposed of. She wouldn't remember him in the next morning, the white powder he had put in her drink earlier made sure of that.

But unfortunately Baby had been right. She didn't give her young master away.

Baby didn't even have an ID on her, so he couldn't even break into her house or apartment for further information.

Quite frustrated he got on his bike and rode back to the shipyard he called his home.

What a shitty night.

I would rather spent the night in Law's warm bed than to hunt down that fucker.

Law couldn't resist and followed Kidd and that woman through the dark hallway. Right before the heavy metal door fell shut he managed to sneak outside. And there they were. Kidd's body pressed against that woman's. He had seen enough. He turned around and left.

A/N: I know it's short, and it took me forever to update! Gomen! But well, I'm incredibly busy (still) so you can expect the next update in two or three weeks... But around Christmas I got some time (I think) where updates will come way faster!

Leave a review, they're great motivation to ignore my college readings in favor for this story ;)