A/N: Yeahhhhhhh a LEMON just happened and I don't know why since only one was scheduled for this story and that was in Chapter 7 . This chapter is one sided Ember x Kid (Its a Law story I know please don't kill me) with bits of Law thrown in but this will be Kid's last apperence so don't worry. Kid's sole purpose is to stir up emotions, this time being Ember on an extreme level.
As for the lemon, it's one of the strangest I've ever written. I honestly don't know what my brain was thinking. Flame me if you want, i most likely deserve it.
I hope you could still enjoy T.T
Grey eyes struggled to take in their surroundings as the lack of cooperation from Law's recovering brain caused the bland colors of his holding cell to blur into a whirlwind of grey.
Law craned his neck to stretch, feeling the thick, crackle of blood that trickled from his head wound and dried there. The reminder triggered a dull throb at the back of his skull as he recollected the events that had led him to this predicament.
It was as if a rug had been pulled out from under Law. So quick and unexpected that he simply just didn't have enough reaction time to diffuse the situation before it escalated in the way it did. The unexpected appearance of Vergo didn't make matters any easier. Perhaps he gave too little credit to the deranged scientist.
His thoughts were disrupted by the faint yet debilitating ache that coursed throughout his being, looking down to discover the sea stone chains encasing his entire torso with their generous length. The doctor chewed the inside of his cheek as he realized he had not had the opportunity to replace the sea stone chains with plain ones in the events of accidental capture. Another reminder of how underprepared he was.
Since this was Law's first time being captured, he couldn't help but long for Ember's company, being that this was nothing new to her. Being captured and recaptured by Law, he was certain she could shed some light on the situation, perhaps formulate an escape plan considering how she had slipped from his grasp twice, the third time omitted since she did return, a gesture Law was secretly grateful for.
The idea of Ember returning after Monet had planted her seeds of deceit seemed very unlikely yet despite the anger towards him due to the lies, he felt some relief knowing she was out of Caesar's grasp. Where she was however, remained a mystery to the doctor, as he pondered where a girl with no family, no home, could have possibly retreated to.
When his captain hadn't responded to his call, the masked first-mate decided it was for the best. He wasn't exactly sure which situation his leader would be most angered by: the loss of several booze barrels, two in which contained whiskey with twenty-five years under its belt, fermenting further until a special occasion rose or Ember's unexpected visit aboard their ship, the first one in several years since she snuffed the flame between her and Kid. If Killer was shocked, he couldn't imagine how his captain, the most temperamental being he has ever met, would handle such news. Kid was only capable of registering one emotion no matter the situation and that was anger.
Killer rushed to her side, pushing at several barrels before reaching her crumpled form that lay drenched in a whiskey-wine pool. The mask gave decent protection against the potent aroma that was now being emitted from Ember's form as the alcohol seeped into her pores, burning his nostrils slightly. It was an extremely heady combination that Killer was almost certain he could get drunk off of if inhaled a little while longer.
He briefly fumbled with her large wings, not too sure as how to fold them before eventually figuring out the concept. Scooping the drenched mess into his arms, he carried her to the washroom, leaving behind a trail burgundy droplets that were sure to stain the wooden deck.
Ember stirred rather sleepily in his arms as if she was napping throughout the whole ordeal. "You've always been the politer one in this circus of a crew."
Killer didn't even look down at her. "Don't remind me. I get enough crap for it already."
A foot gently pushed the door of the washroom open. It was surprisingly clean for a ship filled with men but that was to be expected when bathing was a seldom part of pirate routine.
Killer carefully set her on the floor before making his exit. "You've washed here before. I'm sure you know where everything is."
Killer left Ember to bathe in private; thankful she had recovered just in time. He had slit countless throats yet wasn't certain if he had the balls to undress and wash an unconscious woman, especially one that used to be Kid's. Killer would have liked to believe it was simply because he was a somewhat decent and sensible man rather than the fear of Kid turning him into a pincushion that prevented him from doing so.
Killer returned to the mess, hoping his captain wouldn't notice the drastic cut in alcohol if he cleaned up fast enough but the red-head that stood in the in the puddle of precious liquid proved that wasn't going to be an option.
An angry amber eye glanced over a fur-coated shoulder. "Who's the asshole responsible for this mess?"
Killer remained silent, hoping Kid wouldn't associate his wine stained clothes to him being the culprit of a crime he didn't a commit. "It's been taken care of."
"It's ain't taken care of until his head is on a goddamn platter!" Kid roared. His eyes soon made contact with the trail of red drops, glancing back up at Killer for several intense seconds before storming after the path, his first-mate hot on his heels.
"Dammit Kid, why can't you handle things like a civilized human being?"
"Because I ain't gonna show manners to fuckers who wreck shit on my ship!"
Before Kid could reach the washroom door at the end of the wine trail, Killer sped past him to block his passage, which only added to the captain's rage.
"This is for the sake of your sanity, Kid."
"I lost that nonsense a long time ago, now get the fuck out of my way!"
Despite the years of bantering with his first mate, Kid had never put his hands on him until now, shoving him with a great force that sent him tumbling backwards into some supply crates, nothing serious that a man like Killer couldn't walk away from. It was nothing personal, Kid just hated when anyone, whether friend or foe, got in his way.
He kicked the door open for an unnecessarily dramatic entrance, lips quivering in a growling snarl for added intimidation only for the fearsome façade to fall seconds after discovering the culprit.
Ember froze in the middle of turning the tub's left nozzle, not in fear of Kid but to stare at him like the big buffoon she saw him as.
Other than the sound of rushing water cascading onto porcelain, the room was silent, neither uttering a single word. Kid's face held a neutral, almost dumbfounded expression as he watched her lips curve ever so slightly in an amused smile. His brain registering her state of dress gave him reason to speak.
"What in god's name are you wearing?" he asked, referring to the Heart paraphernalia such as the branded overcoat and Law's trademark hat.
"Why, do you like it?" she teased, turning the tub's nob before the water shut off with several loud squeaks.
"Take…it…off." He growled, struggling to hold on to his last smidgen of patience.
"I was about to until you intruded on my bath time."
"Is that what you used my Vivre Card for? To come take a damn bath?"
"A what card?"
Kid huffed, getting annoyed all too easily. "Whatever, I'll explain it to you later. Just hurry up," he said, but just before he was about to turn on his heel, he remembered something. "And one more thing…"
Kid strode to Ember's side with heavy footsteps, grabbing her throat with a force that slightly affected her balance on the tubs edge. Leaning forward, he proceeded to lick around her neck, his tongue making its climb to her cheek where it swirled around briefly before returning to his mouth.
"I never got a taste of my aged whiskey." Kid said in a gruff voice before leaving Ember to bathe in peace.
Despite the all the scrubbing, Ember could still smell some remnants of booze as all the delay allowed it to sink in her pores. Either that or crash landing into such aromatic liquor has shocked her sense of smell, its potency lingering within her nose. Whatever the cause, the remaining scent made her never want to pick up a drink again.
Drying herself off with a ragged towel, Ember encased her body in scales since her loaned clothes were soiled. Exiting the washroom, she made her way to Killer's cabin and invited herself in for the hope finding clothes from his slender days, before he bulked up with muscle.
Careful not to disrupt the neatly folded garments in the drawers, she searched until she found his old black, polka dot shirt pushed all the way at the end. As she struggled to rip two slits into the back, a voice interrupted her task.
"You could have asked."
Ember turned to Killer who stood in the doorway. "You weren't around."
Killer walked over to Ember and took the shirt from her hands, opening it wide so she can shrug into the sleeves.
"Coming back is only going to get Kid more attached to you." Killer said as he waited for Ember to finish buttoning.
"I'm sure he could manage," she said.
Killer sighed; carefully delivering two slices with his scythes in the back of one his favorite shirts for Embers wings to slip through. "Kid let you come and go as you pleased because he knew you would always come back. Now that you have other priorities that don't revolve around him, do you really think he's going to let you go so easily this time?"
"Unless he could cut off my wings, then I highly doubt it." The thought of Law popped in her head without an invitation and caused a knot of hurt to form in her gut. She knew this was for the best. "Besides, I don't intend on leaving." She said in a rather small voice.
The way Killer tensed gave away his surprise, an occasional loophole to decoding his reactions when his mask concealed the majority of them. "Is that so?"
When Ember didn't answer, Killer just solemnly shook his head. "Think about it carefully before Kid makes the decision for you."
With that, Killer opened the door to see himself out, holding it behind him for Ember as he jerked his head for her to follow. "Crew's getting ready for lunch, I'm sure you're famished."
Ember smiled, following Killer to the kitchen where she was welcomed with some whistles and cheers.
"Look who finally got her wings back!" a random voice shouted in the crowded room.
"Did ya kill him Emmy? Roast him to a crisp? Chew him up and spit him out?"
"Story time will be held later for you nosy bastards. Let the girl eat." Killer defended.
Heat handed Ember a plate of rice with a generous amount of chicken on top, bones still in place. "Good to have you back Ember."
She took the plate and gave him a grateful smile, looking around at all the interesting faces that were the Kid Pirates, who always welcomed her back with the same enthusiasm. It reminded her of how long it's been since she last returned to Kid's ship, which was several years ago.
She wrinkled her nose as a certain smell began to nauseate her. Looking over everyone's cups, she identified at least seven different varieties of hard liquor.
"As much as I'd like to catch up, I'm going to eat outside. The smell of all this alcohol is making me sick."
"Ha! After pummeling into all that booze, I don't blame ya." Another voice shouted, resulting in some laughter as everyone recalled the incident.
Killer turned to Ember. "You'll be alright by yourself?" he asked.
Ember waved a hand to brush off his concern. "I'll be fine. I'll just go eat in my old room."
Ember dismissed herself, leaving them to continue their previous conversations. She strolled along side the ship, passing several cabins as she forked some rice into her mouth, tail swaying happy and content as she strode. She briefly wondered just how long this mood was going to last before her thoughts trailed back to the doctor she was trying to forget about.
Ember's thick tail was suddenly grabbed, yanking her inside one of the rooms while some rice spilled off her plate from the sudden jerk. At least the chicken wasn't wasted.
When she turned to see a coatless Kid snickering like a mischievous child, her hips twisted sharply to give some momentum to her tail as it went to slap his face, her hands were carrying the precious cargo that was her plate of food.
Kid caught it with ease, creating a cylinder with his fingers that pushed their way up the length, folding the fins located at the tip. He loved playing with the appendage; it was similar to messing with the tail of a cat, creating the same annoyance for Ember.
"Don't scare me!" she scolded, jamming a leg of chicken into his mouth with the hope of him choking but was disappointed when it was swallowed whole, bone and all.
"Quit being such a priss." He drawled in annoyance, reaching for a bottle of rum from his personal collection stowed away in a drawer.
Ember hopped on his desk, sitting cross-legged on top of all his maps, which didn't seem to bother Kid the slightest. He pulled out his desk chair, plopping himself down before kicking his boots up on the desk's edge.
"I was wondering what took you so long to get here. That Vivre Card acts as a compass to lead you directly to me."
"Well if you explained that to me before shoving it under my shirt, maybe I would have arrived sooner." She said before taking a bite from her plate.
"I figured since you thought you were hot shit after becoming a captain, you would have heard of those things by now." Kid took a swig, smirking around the rim when he received a glare from ruby red eyes. "I see you got your wings back. Do I even wanna know what you did to accomplish that?"
Ember purposely waited until Kid took another sip. "Sometimes a woman has to bed a man to get what she wants."
And then came the desired result: Kid sputtering his drink all over, some spraying on to Ember's legs, who jumped off the desk in slight disgust but shrugged it off, leaving the plate behind.
Kid eyed her dangerously as she sat herself on his bed. "Don't toy with me Em. Killer ain't here to hold me back."
"Hold you back from doing what? Pummeling me?"
Kid used a long gulp from the bottle as enough reason to not respond. A fight with Ember could have been interesting considering how tough her body was. He could deliver a few blows without being too concerned for her well-being but fighting her was not something he didn't want to do, despite his love for violence.
Ember laid her back onto the satiny sheets of Kid's bed, looking up to the ceiling where several wanted posters of rivaling pirates were taped. Metal daggers were jammed with great force and deadly accuracy into to the vitals such as forehead and eyes, probably thrown by Kid during a grumpy day or two but out of all the posters, the one that had enough knives to fully stock a professional kitchen belonged to Trafalgar Law.
Ember quickly looked away but that didn't stop the returning knot in her stomach. She needed to forget about him, needed to find a way to occupy her time, her thoughts, until pictures or his name didn't nauseate her with hurt anymore.
"Red," she spoke softly, returning her gaze at the ceiling, avoiding a certain picture in particular.
Kid chose to acknowledge with a grunt since it was the only way he could respond and take a long swig from his bottle at the same time.
"I think I'm ready to join your crew."
Kid choked on his drink rather than spit it out this time, swiveling his chair so he could face her to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. "You're ready to what?"
Ember turned to him, annoyance written on her face. "Please don't make me repeat myself."
"You're gonna have to just so I know you ain't fucking around." Kid voice was not at all playful as he stood up from his chair and strode to the bed.
Kid crawled onto the mattress, hands and knees carefully finding proper placement to loom over her. When Ember tried to get up, he only lowered himself down to his forearms, leaving enough space in between them but not enough for her to escape him.
"Tell me you ain't fucking around, Em." He demanded in a husky growl.
He nudged her cheek with his structured nose, trying to coerce a response from her but by no means was this some cute display of affection from Kid. No, he let his face caress hers everywhere with a predatory dominance and it reminded Ember of how an alpha male demands attention from a member it forced into submission. She understood this behavior, being quite the animal herself but her Zoan type, despite being the rare mythical one, was still carnivorous and the beast within did not take kindly to being made prey.
She swiftly made an escape attempt with reflexes that Kid almost couldn't keep up with. She quickly sat up, but so did Kid and the strength of his metal arm was enough to pull her into his lap and keep her there.
It was insane how large it was, wrapping around her small frame tight enough to pin one of her arms between them, while the other was grasped within the metal fingers.
Spreading one's wings was an instinct most animals of flight had to appear bigger and more intimidating during confrontation. Smoke became to emit from Ember's nose, fire beginning to brew within her throat as her eyes shone bright, looking more reptilian than usual. This type of display always aroused Kid and he wasn't even ashamed by it.
"I fucking love when you get all pissy." He confessed. "So sexy when you're mad."
He reeled her head in, forcing her into a kiss she struggled to enjoy due to the taste of alcohol in his mouth. She pulled away with a grimace while he backed away with several coughs.
"You taste like shitty rum."
"You taste like ash. Quit with that fire shit." Kid grumbled, pushing her off where she bounced back on the bed, stifling some giggles.
It was like old times, the bickering and the play fights that usually led to aggressive lovemaking. This was exactly what she needed. Someone who was loud, expressive and in your face, not some neutral brick wall that she always had to be on her toes around but if that was the case, despite the laughter, why did she still feel empty? Red could fill that hole…hopefully.
Kid soon hovered over her, fumbling with the buttons of her borrowed shirt since his metal fingers weren't as nimble as his normal hand. The polka dot design clicked something in his head. "This Killer's?"
As soon as Ember nodded, Kid ripped it down the middle, buttons flying in all directions like bullets.
"You'll wear clothes belonging to other men yet I don't see you putting on my pants and coat."
"I don't like your tacky wardrobe."
"You mouthy little bitch." He growled before swooping to reclaim her lips in a bruising kiss that practically pushed her deep within the plush mattress.
The way Kid kissed was draining, as if he was stealing the life out of her. He was so needy, so hungry that he took more than she could give, especially now when she wasn't in the mood to match his fervor. He began to claw at her scaly armor like a desperate animal.
"This…get rid of it." He panted, lust apparent in his voice.
Ember did as she was told yet despite how erotic it was to watch Kid become so desperate to jump in her skin, she couldn't help feel, well…bored.
The chemistry was off but she didn't dare express this concern. Instead, she remained silent, continuing to go through the motions as her thoughts buzzed in the background of her mind. Now's not the time do get distracted. You need this, Ember.
Without his oversized coat to cover him up, Kid was bare chested with the exception of the black strap that held his dagger and revolver, which Ember pushed off his shoulder with ease. With that bulk out of the way, he immediately swarmed her body with his own, pinning her wrists that seemed tiny in comparison to the palm of his metal hand so he could consume her without her hindrances.
Kid always went for her neck first; it was one of his many favorite places on her body, being he could taste her skin while whispering repeatedly how she belong to him and only him.
Kid nipped her with the same amount of bite that he always did, but was surprised when he felt Ember flinch for the first time. "What's up with you?"
Ember did her best to brush it off. "It's been a while, that's all." Law never bites.
Kid quickly dismissed the incident without a second thought, moving to the next phase of his routine: her breasts. How he had missed playing with her generous mounds, nipping at them to elicit cries of pleasure mixed pain yet when he did so, all he got was another flinch accompanied by a muffled whimper of discomfort.
Kid was getting irritated now. "What the hell has gotten into you? When the fuck did you decide this hurts all of a sudden? I thought you were tougher than those other broads." Kid decided to ponder it more in depth and anger quickly flashed in his face. "Did that bastard do shit to you?"
Ember was grateful for the replacement of bastard rather than the doctor's name and shook her head, but Kid was not pleased with this response.
"I ain't deaf Ember," Kid using her full name was the equivalent of a child knowing she was in trouble if her mother did the same. Ember realized Kid was in serious mode. "So use your words and tell me he didn't do some twisted shit to you. I'll need to snap his neck if that's the case."
Ember rolled her eyes, feeling this whole ordeal was taking longer than it should and couldn't help but anticipate getting it done and over with already. "No Red, La-he didn't harm a pretty little hair on my head."
Kid scrutinized Ember's face for any sign that could reveal she's not telling the truth and upon his study, he noticed the light scar on her cheek. "Where did that come from?"
And there was the hint he was looking for, the slightest flush of her face that gave her away. Kid was not pleased.
His right hand grabbed her hair, pushing her to press her forehead against his while the mechanical hand of his left trailed to her exposed southern parts, stroking her folds as lightly as he could with a heavy metal finger. Ember tensed immediately. Kid never caressed her anywhere with that hand.
"Don't lie to me. Who put that there?"
She didn't answer; she was too distracted with the foreign fingers that touched her in a place where only things of flesh and blood should go. Kid was growing impatient with the delay.
A metal finger slipped inside and she yelped in pain, pushing desperately at the artificial arm but it was too heavy to be affected.
"Not so tough on the inside than you are on the outside," he sneered, allowing his fingers to pump slowly. "Don't make me ask you again."
Ember spoke through clenched teeth, fighting the pleasurable pain. "He did but it-ahhh…wasn't a big deal, I completely forgot about it…please stop."
Kid seemed somewhat satisfied and alternated hands, soothing her core with calloused fingers that felt like silk compared the previous intrusion. It was a small mark, not worth getting mad over. His girl was strong and can easily walk away from such injuries. He just hated being lied to, but most of all he hated marks on his pet that weren't his own but pushed that thought to the back of his mind for now.
Ember began to pant softly, a natural response to direct stimulation but not as responsive as Kid used to remember. She became slick but not soaked the way he liked her to be. He pulled his hand away from her to quickly unfasten his pants, pulling them down half way but never taking them off as usual. It was time to make Ember scream his name the way she used to years ago. There was no way she was going to keep up with this withdrawn attitude.
Kid pulled her legs around his waist, positioning himself, not before making more ferocious demands. "Bite, slash, claw, try to fucking hurt me."
Ember briefly wondered what type of childhood Eustass Kid had that made him the aggressive, violent man he is today. Even in the bedroom, Kid needed some fight in his fuck and Ember was always able to deliver since her body was resilient but after being in the relaxed, gentle hands of Law, she didn't know if she remembered how to put up with Kid's aggressive affections.
Kid pinned her down as he eased himself in with a slight shudder, never giving her body any say in this tango meant for two. He loved to feel her fight against him, it's what made this all worth while so he got a little irritated when she showed little resistance as if she wasn't really interested.
Hit bit her neck hard until she began to fight him off, smirking around the skin he held between his teeth. That's my girl.
Kid's thrusts were slow but filled with momentum and power, bruising her thighs with his uncontrolled strength, filling her to the point wear she could tear. It always amazed him how durable she was and he always rewarded her with great pleasure for being so tolerable. He made sure to give her exactly what she wanted the same way she did for him. Kid was no good-doer but when it came to sex, he knew all too well the dynamics of 'give to receive'
As for Ember, what she thought she wanted, what she needed, turned out to not be working for her. Kid was showering her with aggressive affections she no longer found enjoyable for some reason. This was going to be bad unless she figured out how to remedy this situation.
When she managed to wrap her arms around his neck, she closed her eyes and that was when her imagination took control.
Ember panted against what she imagined to be tan skin, threading fingers into what she thought was soft black hair, excitement pooling in her stomach as images of the Dark Doctor infiltrated her mind.
Kid felt thin fingers thread through his hair and although he wasn't big on the sensual touches, he found himself to be enjoying her new gestures and tried to mimic the style by licking the shell of her ear in a slow, sensual way, not realizing he was fueling Ember's fantasy. When he heard the soft moan, he continued to explore this new idea, kissing her neck hungrily, nipping the skin in his usual manner just not as hard, adding his own personal twist.
Ember felt her leg being lifted and looked to see a familiar tattooed hand supporting it. She gasped in pleasure filled surprise and felt her chin being grabbed to look at the face above her.
She was greeted with a dark smile, lips slightly parted. "I want your eyes on me at all times." Law spoke.
Ember was at a loss for words, partly because of the tan hips that continued to pump into her, disrupting any words that tried to form. She threw herself around him, heel of her other leg digging into his back pulling his hips back into her every time he withdrew.
"Eager now all of a sudden?" Law spoke. Ember answered him by meeting him thrust for thrust, his speed picking up. "Show me how much you want me, how much you need me."
Law pushed her leg toward her chest slightly, allowing himself to push deeper into her causing her back to arch off the bed. Her head tossed side-to-side, gasping and panting from the overload of sensation. Her muscles were clenching around him hard and at this rate, she knew it wasn't going to be long until she reached her peak.
Law suddenly pulled her up, seating her on his lap as he pushed his hips upward, holding her steady with his tattooed arms. "Scream my name when you come. I want the whole ship to know of the only person who can make you feel this way."
Ember wrapped her arms around Law's neck for support, feeling her control slipping at her body prepared for release.
"Say it! Say it right now!" he growled viciously, nails raking down her back and parts of her wings.
As her inner walls began the wonderful throb that was her climax, she did what she was told with much difficulty.
"Ahhh…nghhh…Law!"
It happened all so fast. She was on Law's lap one second and tumbling on the floor the next. She struggled to right herself, body shuddering as it began to come down from its euphoric high. She looked up to Kid fuming, with a face that she only saw when he was on the verge of killing something.
Then it hit her.
Her fantasy got way out of hand. What she was imagining to be Law was in fact, still Kid. Her face fell dramatically. She had just screamed the name of another man, Kid's biggest rival to be exact, on his ship.
Ember would be lucky to get out of this alive, or in one piece.
"Red, I-"
"Don't," he immediately cut her off, his voice loud and dangerous. "Say another word."
Kid got up to refastened his pants, practically ripping them in the process, his hands shaky with rage. Running his normal hand through his hair, it dragged down his face and chin as he began to pace back and force in the room.
Scales slowly began to creep back up Ember's body for safety measures as knives and other metal objects began to tremble in the room. This was a type of anger Ember has never witnessed before and for some odd reason, what made it worse was how Kid struggled to keep it together, like a ticking time bomb you didn't know when was going to go off. He was easier to predict when he expressed his rage by immediately charging into action.
"I think I'll go," she muttered hurriedly, quickly scrambling to the door but several knives darted there first, floating with their tips pointed at her.
"You ain't going nowhere," he hissed. "Not until we have a nice fucking chat."
She swallowed hard. "Since when do you ever talk things through?"
"I've put years of my time into you. It's the only reason why you're still standing so be grateful you disloyal bitch."
Ember began to fume. "Disloyal? There's no loyalty in an occasional fling, Kid."
Kid tensed at her response, the replacement of his pet name stinging more than he knew it should. His whole body began to shake with anger and that was when the bomb finally went off.
In less than three steps he grabbed Ember by her arms, slamming her into the wall. The metal hand held her firm by her neck, squeezing slightly so she couldn't access one of her best offenses.
"I claimed you first Ember, you belong to me whether you like it or not. Now that I know that bastard stuck his cock where it don't belong, shit ain't gonna be pretty for the both of you."
Ember clawed at the mechanical hand only to use it for leverage when her feet began to dangle off the ground. Kid felt a twinge of guilt watching her gasp for air, so he flung her across the room, slamming her into a bookshelf with a force that made it splinter to pieces.
Kid chuckled, strolling over to her crumpled form where he crouched beside her, watching her gather herself. "Look Em, I like you. You're an amazing fuck and honestly I think I got a soft spot for you, but I can't have you flying around, doing as you please."
A knife whizzed by in an attempt to pierce the membrane of her wing but she luckily folded it to her side before it can make contact. Another went for the other wing but she quickly avoided that one once she became aware of what Kid's intention was.
"Poke some holes in a kite, it can't fly." Kid laughed, moving to sit in his chair to watch the spectacle of Ember deflecting the knives with her armored wrists.
Each one she swatted away, it just picked itself back up to take another shot. It was a dead end battle, one that she was never going to win if she didn't attack the puppeteer.
She spat a small fireball at Kid's feet, knives falling once he became distracted. He managed to put the flame out with his boot, only to be slammed into the wall by Ember as soon as he became occupied with that task. It was that or have his ship burn down, what else could he do?
Kid always knew she was strong, almost brutish as she charged at him with the strength of a full sized dragon. He was even slightly winded and he couldn't help but mentally applaud her for that. He loved strong women.
In the midst of his praise, he felt her watching him, calm with a hint of hurt on her face. What the hell did was she so upset about? She wasn't the one betrayed. Her collectedness seem to radiate off of her, infecting him and he allowed her to hold him against the wall, waiting to see if she had something valuable to say.
"Kid, I came here because I thought being with you would help me forget about Law. It didn't. Instead, you helped me realize how wrong we are for each other."
Kid choked as those words were shoved down his throat. "The fuck are you talking about? Give me one damn good reason why you shouldn't be with me?"
"All I'll ever be to you is a good fuck. I have the potential to be something else with Law."
Kid growled, deciding he was done pretending Ember was strong enough to keep him pinned and shoved her, her back landing on the wooden floor.
"You ain't going to be shit to anybody if people know your mine!" Kid roared, veins bulging from his neck in anger.
His devil fruit power called forth a nearby knife, zooming into his palm handle first. Kid kneeled by her side and with his metal hand keeping her entire head pinned into the floorboards, Kid got to work on descaling her neck.
Ember screamed under the hand in agony as one by one a scale was flicked off with the tip of the knife. Fire was spewing from her lips but it did nothing to hinder the iron palm on her face. Once he uncovered enough skin, he began to carve his jolly roger with ease, as the flesh underneath was soft and slightly raw from the peeled scales.
Limbs, wings and tail began to thrash around wildly and Kid pinned what he could with his knees.
"Keep flopping around and its gonna come out ugly." Kid growled through clenched teeth as he tried to concentrate, ignoring the muffled sobs of the trapped woman. Adding some final touches, he finished up, wiping away some blood to examine his handiwork. "Heh, not bad."
A little jagged but Kid was sure it would look better once it healed. Ember was panting, exhausted from her struggle and he looked at the rest of her person with a frown. She had a bald spot on her neck now that didn't match the rest of her scaled body.
He had to even it out.
He scrapped the knife against her stomach, a shower of scales littering the floor. Another wail was heard from Ember and Kid briefly wondered why his crew haven't arrived to investigated. He was certain they heard her screams long ago but they knew better than to interfere in his personal affairs.
Ember gained a second wind and fought harder, running solely on adrenaline where Kid had to use his entire weight to completely immobilize her. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
"You're branded with my mark, Em. No one is gonna want you now so you might as well stick around."
Ember spoke, her voice hoarse and uneven from the sobs and cries. "I really liked you Red. I wanted to try and escape without causing any damage to you or your ship but that looks like its inevitable. I'm not going to hold back anymore. I'm sorry."
Kids face twisted slightly in confusion until he felt her body changing beneath him, realization of what she meant hitting him hard. He fell with a thud as her skin tore; revealing the black mass beneath that grew until it burst through the ceiling while her wings took out two cabins on either side as they stretched. Splinters of wood rained down like an endless shower as debris flew every which way. Ember took on the form of an enormous black dragon, who's mass caused the ship to tilt slightly.
"Captain Kid!" Crewmembers shouted as they rushed to his aid, finding nothing amongst the debris.
"Calm down you idiots," a muffled voice grumbled. "I'm fine."
Ember lifted her wing, revealing an unscathed Kid. Even during their biggest fight in the history of their dysfunctional relationship, she still cared enough to protect him. Although somewhat appreciative, he took it as a big slap in the face.
Kid was unreadable as he took in the amount of damage. He wanted to shout, to slit some throats, crucify some bodies, to be mad but just couldn't. The damage was done and right now, he was grateful for being numb.
Kid looked up at the dragon, spotting the pinkish flesh that bore his mark on her long slender neck and somehow, managed to smirk after all the devastation.
"Still branded, bitch."
Ember snorted, some black smoke streaming from her nostrils in response to his statement. She prepared to spread her wings for flight but before she left, Kid needed to make one thing clear.
"I'm going to slit you boy toy's throat. Keep that in mind next time you get in bed with Trafalgar Law."
Ember simply looked at Kid with a sad, almost pitiful expression before she took off, leaving Kid with all the hatred, vengeful feelings he's going to bottle up. The ship bobbed heavily from her weight, causing several crewmates to loose footing.
Killer walked over to Kid, watching as Ember turned into a black speck in the cloudless sky. "You can never be civil, can you?"
Kid gave his first mate the nastiest glare he could muster. "Congrats smartass, you just won the privilege of cleaning up this mess."
With that chapter of her life officially closed and put to rest, Ember set her course for Punk Hazard in her mental map. She was still angry, but her care for Law outweighed the hurt he had put her through and she would never have peace of mind again if she didn't get some answers.
A/N: Gosh I hope that wasn't terrible.