A/N: Will this be considered as an apology for late updates? Oh, I have new stories also:
In These Blood Drops We Start To Cruble: Trafalgar Law thought that having amnesia was not that bad. Really, how could he not say that? He has some great friends who can understand his morbid jokes, understanding but sometimes irritating brothers and a best friend he could really count on whenever he needed. He should have known that not everything can be that easy. The past will always come back whether he likes it or not. And for Law, he really doesn't want to know more after remembering the first bloodshed.
Corazon the Clown Doll: There was once a doll made to give joy to everyone but time forgets him and become abandoned. Years after a child found his key and started winding him up. The only wish of the clown is to return to the place where he truly belongs. AU.
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Chapter 20: And then it All Start (Battle Part 1)
It was just a momentary relief for Ace. When they reached the infirmary and his Dad settled his two brothers on the bed immediately everything came back to him like a terrible flashback. The sinister eyes full of hate, the hands that harm his brothers, the very same hands that almost took their lives… How could he be so sure that this man was not the one who was trying to kill them a few minutes ago?
He did not move when the man cleaned the wounds of his brothers but the moment that he saw the needle everything came back like someone pushed the play button in the movie.
"STOP!" Ace shouted without thinking and Law was startled by this.
He saw his eldest son looking at him with terrified eyes. Eyes that won't trust him any minute now for it seems like Ace finally snapped from his trance of relief.
"Ace," Law put down the needle but didn't let go of it, "I need you to trust me."
"No!" Ace shook his head, "How can I be sure you are not going to harm them?"
Law felt guilty all of a sudden. He didn't think how his eldest son would respond from everything that had just happened. he did not want to make everything worse but if he can calm the nerves of the boy then he would do it.
Walking towards the cabinet separated from the ones that contains medicines, he pulled a small white bottle that was 6 inches in height and 4 inches in width. He then grabbed a syringe and filled it with the content of the bottle. When the syringe contained half of the liquid Law then walked towards Ace and hand him the object.
"If you think I'm about to cause harm to your brothers stab me with this and be sure the content will be empty and go straight to my veins. Actually, you can stab anywhere as long as you remember," he tap the top of the syringe, "to push this so the liquid may pour out."
"What's in it?" asked Ace with befuddlement in his voice when things went weird again around him.
"Formaldehyde."
"Forma-what?"
"Well, in simple terms it's poison when consumed. Even very small amount could kill." Law simply answered as he resumed his tasked of patching up his two other sons.
Ace's mouth hanged open in the air. This man trusted his life in the hands of a mere ten year old who reads too much in the actions of others? What if Ace thought he was trying to kill his brothers by stabbing them with a needle? What if Ace made a wrong interpretation towards the doctor's actions?
Unbelievable.
Only his Dad would think of such a stupid solution and that was only because his Dad knew when not to treat them as your ordinary innocent children.
Sighing in frustration from his idiocy and his father's too, Ace put down the syringe on the bed beside him and search for something where he could stand on. Finding a chair he then pushed it beside his father who only blinked for a moment then resumed his stitching.
"Let me help."
Law did not hide his smile at all.
"I did not expect to see you in here at all," Smoker said as he walked at the brick walled hallway followed by a man taller than him with blond hair and an attire that screams 'attention'.
"Well, I did not expect to see you too, Vice Admiral Smoker." The blond man countered,
"So this was the secret mission Sengoku had given to you a year ago."
"Yes."
With barely controlled anger Smoker turned around and pinned the man who was walking behind him on the wall with his right hand. Clutching desperately on the fabric he took hold of.
"Then tell me," Smoker was really popping his veins in anger, "Why didn't you stop the assassination of Akagami? Answer me, Corazon!"
The man named Corazon merely stared back and carefully pushed the hand away from him before fixing his shirt so there would be less creases.
"I did not know."
"How?"
"Doffy ordered me to go away. I just returned now when I got a call from Vergo."
Smoker did not really knew the man that close, just enough to get along in missions. All he knew that Corazon was adopted by Sengoku. His superior found the blond man back in the past all alone and crying as a child, Corazon was clumsy but when in missions he was as efficient as any soldiers. Though, there were times that the man's clumsiness got on way.
But…how did Corazon managed to enter the Donquixote Family without rousing suspicions? Smoker thought that Doflamingo could pick up the traitors within his family in just a mile away.
"So…" Corazon started the conversation again despite the fact that Smoker was glaring daggers towards him, "What made you go in here? Did Sengoku sent you as my back up?"
"Your back up?! I'm not going to wish to be your back up in a million years!" ever since Smoker met Corazon there had been a strong hostility between them, though it was obviously one sided since Smoker was the only one who got really angry whenever the two of them meet. It doubled up when Law met Corazon for the first time. He was not jealous damn it! He was not jealous when Corazon managed to speak with Law the first time they met, he was not jealous when Law happily accepted the candy from the heart symbol obsessed man, he was not jealous when Law did not shied away from Corazon's gentle touches. No, he was not jealous at all damn it!
"Friendly as usual," Corazon muttered as he proceeded to walk.
"What are you doing in the dungeon anyway?"
"Simple, I slipped and fall down the stairs."
So that was why when Smoker stepped on a trap door he landed straight on Corazon's stomach. Huh, guess the clumsiness will never go away.
They walked further until both of them scent the smell of corpses. Smoker silently prayed that if his adopted son was being held in here he wished that Law was still in one piece. He did not know what to do if he found the body of his son lying in a pool of blood.
"Oh, it seems Crocodile's men pissed off someone." The comment that Corazon had said brought up Smoker from his inner praying.
True to his words the corpses were killed in a way that Smoker did not want to think was possible. If he did he might use chopsticks for the rest of his life. The blonde woman had a fork stuck on her mouth that passed through her nape. The man was in a similar condition, the only difference was the spoon was stuck directly in his throat.
"Creative, whoever killed them was an ingenious person."
"Remind me why do kids like you again?" Smoker asked in mortification. He was a marine, a vice admiral to put more emphasis, but he still found it as a shock whenever Corazon gave such comments. He remembered that Sengoku said that Corazon was a man of compassion and kindness and that his superior feared if he had made a wise decision when he let Corazon to join the military. That time Smoker wanted to say "How could you call him a man of compassion when he always say such morbid things?"
"Hm? Kids love the way I dress and I know how to play with them." Corazon answered as he tilted his head to the side and Smoker had a more visible view of the man's make up. He sure really looks like a clown the way he painted his lips with that red color that makes him always smiling even though in reality his face was always set in neutral. Also, what was that drawing under his right eye anyway?
"Yeah…"
"Speaking of kids, How is Law by the way? Last time I heard he was a certified surgeon."
The atmosphere around them got thicker when that question was spoken out loud.
"He's here." Smoker answered through gritted teeth.
"Oh…Finally letting the boy to help you in your missions?"
"No."
Corazon raised an eyebrow, "Then?"
"He was taken by Donquixote Doflamingo."
Corazon's eyes narrowed. If he remembered correctly Trafalgar Law was the boy who was saved from the raid that was lead by Smoker eight years ago.
Wait…that raid was all about the Donquixote family, right?
"I've heard enough," another voice chimed in and both of them turned around only to see Vergo stepping down the stairs.
"Vergo…. The first Corazon…" Corazon muttered under his breath.
"What?" the name 'Corazon' was a title?
"I did not expect you to be a spy, second Corazon or should I call you… Donquixote Rocinante?"
Little Law is having fun
Having fun,
Having fun,
Little Law is having fun,
My Fair Lady…
Donquixote Doflamingo destroyed the side of the door with bare hands as he saw the scene before him. He just got back in his own palace only to smell the all too familiar scent of rotten corpses. At first he thought that finally his dear, sweet, little Law was back again. Well, he was, only this time his Law decided to butcher up the rest of the family.
That brat knew how important to him his executives.
On one side of the wall words were clearly written in joy based on a happy smile and the exclamation points. Really, if it was not made in blood then Doflamingo will just stare at it dumbfounded.
"Welcome Back, Doffy! Or should I say, Heavenly Demon? Whatever, Hope You Like My Present To You! :D"
-SOD
"So, you've decided to wage war against me, huh? Surgeon of Death. Fufufu, I will make sure I will put you away from my dear little Law." with another bone crushing grip on the door Doflamingo went out of the room that was starting to be covered in fire burning the bodies of the members of his family, "I'm so going to kill you," even though he has one of his famous sinister smiles the veins forming on his forehead tells a different tale.
Little Law is crying now,
Crying now,
Crying now,
Little Law is crying now,
My Fair Lady.
"Ugh, damn it," Sanji cursed for the third time as he kicked away the large leaves out of his way. He did not expect at all to land in a freaking forest after he fall with the okama from that trap. He means, what the hell was a forest doing under a palace ground in the first place?!
"What's with this prehistoric set-up?" he lighted up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Do you know something about this, Shitty-okama?"
"Aw~ This is what they call Little Garden~" Bon Clay answered as he twirled around to avoid the plants.
"Little Garden! How can you call this place as 'little garden'?!" he gestured to the environment around them, "And what's the deal with the dinosaurs?!" he exclaimed as he kicked the T-rex on the head. He was getting irritated with its constant watching. This predator chose the wrong guy to stalk with. If Sanji was in a good mood he would try to make some T-rex barbecue. Unfortunately that thought went out of the window when he saw the all familiar electrical sparks. Literal electrical sparks, "Robotics?" he raised an eyebrow at this. He gaze around on his surroundings again. Of course, there was no way there were living dinosaurs in this era.
"It seems a good idea that time," a voice suddenly entered along with the crunching sounds.
Looking behind them Sanji and Bon Clay noticed the child for the first time along with a man who had the funniest hairstyle the blond ever saw. He already have a boyfriend with the weirdest color of hair and he thought no one could compete with Zoro in having the most ridiculous hair. Now he was taking that statement back. This man did his hair as number 3.
The little girl could pass as your average…well…little girl having a picnic in a forest that had a prehistoric theme. Her dark red hair was tied in braided pigtails, a pink hat covered her head, a dark blue shirt that has the word 'Golden' printed in orange, another shirt was on top of it though the buttons were open and had clouds printed on it, she wore a maroon skirt just in length with her knees and a blue and white stripes stockings. She was peacefully eating her rice crackers like she could care less in the world.
"Hello, Mr. 2, can I say in advance how much I'm thankful that you betrayed the Baroque Works? Now I don't need to think for reasons to kill you." The three guy said as he took a sip from his cup of tea, "What do you say, Ms. Goldenweek?"
"Well, whatever happens Mr. 3," the child, Ms. Goldenweek, simply replied as she refilled her cup of tea.
"What the hell? Mr. 3? Ms. Goldenweek? Oi, Shitty-okama, explain this to me," Sanji turned towards his only comrade right now and he was surprised to find some seriousness in Bon Clay's eyes. Even though the man still maintain his ridiculous posed and infuriating smile, Bon Clay's eyes tells a different story.
"Mr. 3! I didn't expect to see you again~" his sing song voice echoed throughout the forest, "If I may recall my rank is higher than you so good luck in thinking of killing me~ and good day to you my dear, Ms. Goldenweek~"
"Good day, Mr. 2"
It seems like Mr. 3 wanted to rant in anger but he simply calmed himself by taking a deep breath, "That was all in the past now. You've betrayed our association in such a wrong time. I've gained a power that could finally defeat your trickery!"
The way that Mr. 3 and Mr. 2 talked to each other it was clear that there was a deep animosity between these two criminal agents. Sanji thinks this was not his fight so he opened his new pack of cigarettes and smoked one. He let the two to go to each other's throat. Then he noticed that he was being called by the little girl. Who was he to ignore such an innocent offer for a child?
"Hahaha! Behold my wax-wax ability!" Mr. 3 finally declared.
"Ara~ I know you are a wax sculptor~ how can you use that…" the next words died as Bon Clay realized that the 3 on top of Mr. 3 was on fire and his shoulders were changing into the liquefied state of wax…What the hell?
"While you were gone, Ceasar Clown gave as something that grants power to us agents. He called it, Devil Fruits, real nasty stuff when consumed but the power that it gave was really helpful."
Bon Clay looked around his surroundings. He was about to warn Sanji about the wax filling up their possible escaped routes when he noticed that the blond was nowhere near him. Looking where Ms. Goldenweek was he saw the chef happily chatting with the child.
"Oi! Sanji-kun! Help me in here and stop being friendly with the enemy!" Bon Clay shouted in annoyance.
"Oh, come on, Shitty-okama. You should try to relax. You want me to make you some tea?" Sanji said accompanied by a gentle smile which was really creepy in Bon Clay's view.
"Why are you having a picnic with Miss Goldenweek?!"
But Sanji was not listening anymore as he made a new batch of Earl Gray tea and started refilling the cups. There was something that didn't add up. Bon Clay knew that despite the chef already having a deep relationship with the green haired swordsman the old habits still the intact in Sanji's body. The okama could understand if the enemy was a lady, hell, if their enemy right now was Miss Double fingers then Bon was pretty sure Sanji would die in foolishness. But, Miss Goldenweek was just a child! Sanji would never….ugh…right, Sanji would still not fight even if the child was a certified assassin.
"Nagomi no Midori." Bon Clay heard the neutral voice of Miss Goldenweek and when he turned around he saw that the blanket where Sanji was sitting on had some symbol painted in green.
"Nani! How could you fall in such a simple trap?!"
Miss Goldenweek's ability to hypnotize the mind of people using colors was incredible. No one would suspect a child trying to paint and the next thing you knew you already committed suicide willingly.
And of all the things she had to use the color of soothing to a fool!
"Candle Lock!"
With practice eased Bon Clay dodged the incoming attacks from Mr. 3. The guy had an ability but it was lame in the okama's view. No matter what weapon Mr. 3 would have Bon Clay would still defeat him because he was more experienced. That was swhy his rank was higher than the waxy guy.
"Stop moving already!" Mr. 3 shouted in irritation as he watched Mr. 2 twirled around making him missed his target.
"And be a living sculpture of yours? No way~"
"Why would I want your sculpture? I will turn you into a wax statue then smash you in a million pieces!"
"You know you're not really convincing me stop dodging~"
Mr. 3 tugged on his hair in annoyance. He was about to shout another insult when a thought entered his mind. An idea that was too good to be passed. With a sinister smirk he looked back to his partner, "Oh, Miss Goldenweek~" he called. With just that the little girl took a bite of her senbei and with her right hand she painted another symbol on Sanji's left hand.
Then things went awry as Bon Clay was kicked real hard on the stomach.
"Uragiri no Kuro." Miss Goldenweek declared.
The color of betrayal.
"Oi, Sanji-kun! Snapped out of it!" but the blond chef did not listen and kicks flew on Bon Clay's direction.
The man was a damn fighter! The okama could not even dodge half of the kicks but instead meet it head on with one of his own.
"Now I could relax and watched you die in the hands of your ally." Mr. 3 said as he sat down beside Miss Goldenweek. He too started to enjoy the picnic, having a few entertainment was not bad also.
"Damn it! Sanji-kun aren't you here to save your friend?" the kick almost hit him on the head. Judging from the way the huge stone crushed under Sanji's shoes, Bon Clay had no doubt his head would be unrecognizable if he did not dodge on time.
"Shut up,"
Black was the color of betrayal.
Betrayal…
"What would you do now, Mr. 2?" again the annoying laugh of Mr. 3 echoed in his ears.
"Ara~ you know you've hypnotized the wrong person in here~" Bon Clay declared as he twirled around and showed to his enemies the three marbles, each in between his fingers.
"Huh? Are you going to disguise as one of that blond chef's friends? I think you forgot but that is the color of betrayal." Mr. 3 pointed at Sanji's hand.
"That's why I told you, you got the wrong person in here."
The black marbles meet the ground and smoke was released. Everything stopped for a moment and when the smoke cleared up, a perfect disguise of the bartender Sanji was all too familiar with appeared in front of his very eyes.
Mr. 3 could not control his laughter as he saw this, "How do you think an ugly female disguise would help—" he did not finished his sentence as a foot collided real hard on his face making his nose crunched in the pressure and a few of his teeth went out of his mouth. It was a hard kicked that Mr. 3 was sent in the nearby tree. The ever calm Miss Goldenweek squeaked a bit at what happened.
"Don't you dare…" the words were said in intense venom. Sanji picked up a handkerchief from the picnic set and started cleaning his painted hand, "Said such words in front of a lady…"
"W-what?"
"Sanji-kun!" to add an effect Bon Clay, in Makino's disguise, called out with tears in the eyes.
"Hai~ Makino-chwan~ let me deal with this asshole first then I can escort you out of this horrible place~" Sanji responded dancing like the fool he was.
"Are you blind?! That is Mr. 2, the okama!" Mr. 3 said. He was about to rant further when his body started to stiffen, "W-what is h-happening?"
The tremble in his voice made everyone to look at him. To their horror, Mr. 3's body started to shiver, after a few more seconds his body looked like a plastic being burned in a high temperature making up a pop-pop noise, "H-help m—" he did not finished his sentence when his body burst. Blood went everywhere as well as internal organs. Some of the intestines landed straight on Miss Goldenweek making the poor terrified child screamed and faint right on the spot.
"W-what just happened?" Sanji asked when his shock subsided but still stared at the puddle previous seen as a human.
"It seems like the experiment was a failure," Bon Clay, now in his usual attire, answered without any sympathy in is voice.
Battle:
Sanji and Bon Clay VS. Mr. 3 and Miss Goldenweek.
Winner: Sanji and Bon Clay.
Mr. 3 died due to a failed experiment.
Miss Goldenweek lost because of fainting.
A/N: Told ya I'm not good at battle scenes. Expect the next battle scenes to be as short as this ^_^