Okay here's the next chapter and hopefully people will see Kid through slightly better eyes...XD (though i know i'm the mother of all evil for making him be hated in the first place but what can u do!) I just realized after reading the last few chapters, that this fiction turned seriously depressing...OoO I'm sorry about that! There's a happy ending, i promise! XD

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Well, i hope you enjoy this chapter and please don't forget to leave a review! (i unfortunately can't read minds...damn) X3

14

The roaring engine deafened all other sounds. It clamoured inside Kid's ears and he lost himself in the noise, happy to have anything that would dull his thoughts. His murderous, ferocious, furious thoughts. The engine roared even louder as he sped even more, his S. Hawk becoming nothing more than a red line to the naked eye. At least speed was not an issue since he was on the fast and open motorway. He needed to clear his mind. Of everything.

He still couldn't get his head wrapped around what happened yesterday. Guilt and rage, directed at himself, gnawed at his conscious and he wanted to put a bullet in his head. His insides churned and twisted when he remembered Law. When he remembered his words especially.

'Eustass Kid, we can't be together anymore. I don't want to anymore.'

He ground his teeth and clenched his fists even harder. The friction of his gloved palms against the hard surface was beginning to burn but Kid paid it no mind.

'You're just not my type. You bore me.'

Kid felt the cold grip of anger take over him again. The sensation that seemed to cool his entire body to a freezing degree. And through this icy front he stopped feeling. He became a demon and a beast who had no regards for others. He destroyed things he cared for and he had nobody to blame but himself and his pathetic self-control.

'Absolutely. We have nothing in common and never will. I though you would be more fun but I guess I was wrong.'

The same beast that turned on the one he claimed to love. The frost melted under the searing burn of his guilt. His conscious refused to let go of him as if making up for the time it did. For the time when he, purposefully and knowingly, burned down the bridge between himself and Trafalgar.

He remembered the desperate please and cries Law continued to speak the whole time. The things he turned a deaf ear to. Even then the rational part of him understood that there was something more at work there. That most likely Law was being forced to say those things somehow, most likely through some horrible form of blackmail.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was judging a person's character. And from the moment he laid eyes on him, Kid knew that Law wasn't the type to mess with another just because he was bored. That just wasn't him. And the time they spent together, though it was short, did not feel like a lie.

Kid felt a connection uniting them both. He first handily witnessed Law's transformation from a closed up recluse to someone who opened up. Him showing Eustass his bruises was like him verbally saying 'I trust you'. And what did he do with this trust? He broke it and abused it.

He hated himself and his idiocy. Kid recalled the maddening rage he felt a mare twenty four hours ago. At that time he was driven by a mixed combination of pain at Law's insincere words, betrayal at the prompt brake-up, anger at the true puppeteers pulling at Law's strings, and a further dose of anger directed at himself for doing nothing about the messed up situation and letting Law suffer alone. And when all those wheels started turning it unleashed a chain reaction until he was too far gone to think straight or realize what he was actually doing.

In hindsight he knew what he should have done. For starters he should have kept calm. Kid was certain that Law wanted to reach out to someone. He just knew that Law wanted to ask for his help. The display of his abused body flashed across his mind again. Slowly the recluse was coming out of his shell. And if only he had been gentle and patient, then Law would have solidified their trust. Things could have been very different. He had the change and he blew it.

But no, he didn't want to make excuses. What he did was wrong. Horribly, hypocritically wrong and he would have to atone for it. It was too late for should haves, would haves and could haves. Law would never forgive him, because to him it wasn't just a betrayal. It wasn't just a horrible experience. To Trafalgar, Kid's chosen action was the worst betrayal and the most horrible experience.

Eustass couldn't even begin to imagine how it felt to have the person you trust become the person you fear most. Through his actions, Kid became nothing better than green-eyes. He was a hypocrite and a liar and nothing he could ever do would ever change that in Law's eyes. Some things cannot be undone. No matter how hard we try.

Suddenly he had to move. He felt like he was trapped, even though he was in the open air and the wind whizzed by at 150km/h. He felt like his skin was heating, despite the freezing temperature of the autumn breeze. He had to stop. Everything. He wanted for the whole world to stop for just a second.

With a highly dangerous manoeuvre and illegal in fact, Kid pulled over to the nearest hard shoulder. He had to stop but he still had the good sense to move off the road. Despite his self-loathing he didn't want to kill himself. At least not before seeing Law one last time and beg on his knees for forgiveness.

As soon as the S. Hawk was no longer moving he felt like he could breathe again. He yanked his goggles off his head, dragging them to his neck where they usually hanged. His hair fell over his face, still in its natural state considering he hadn't bothered doing anything to it since yesterday after his shower. Stray red strands fell across his forehead and draped across his eyes.

The wind attacked at his thinly clothed frame maliciously with freezing whips. Kid didn't have to look at the sky to know that a storm was brewing. It was dim and dark and the clouds hung over the city like a grey mantle of depression. If he listened closely he could even hear a very faint and distant rumble, he recognised as thunder.

He wasn't dressed for rain. He wasn't dressed for riding actually. He still had his black jeans on and just put the nearest shirt he could get his fingers on. A relatively thin one that did absolutely nothing to keep any level of heat. The only reason he had his black biking gloves on was because they were there, on his Hawk and he reflexively equipped them. If anything, Kid was surprised he wasn't frozen yet. But even if he was, pneumonia was the last of his worries at that moment.

He wanted to scream with frustration at his mind which kept throwing images, like sharp daggers, at him and refused to let him think straight. On Saturday, when he left his room, he just wanted to get away. So he sprinted as far and as fast as he could from his house and from the man he left broken on his bed. Even if he tried, Kid couldn't remember what he was doing or where he was going. He just had to put as much distance between himself and Law as he could.

It was dark by the time he got back home. He would have been happier if he simply passed the night on a park bench rather than face what he had done but he shushed his stupid cowardness and went back. At that time he was still seething with anger and the regret, guilt and shame weren't kicking him as violently yet.

When he entered the building it was empty. Devoid of all life and silent as the grave. He went up the stairs and looked for Law, half expecting to find him still crumbled on the bed. The irony of the situation didn't escape him. It seemed only yesterday when he did the same thing, going up the stairs looking for Law and found his neatly written message and his red blouse taken.

But like the first time, there was no sign of the brunette. The room was dark and Kid felt a drop in temperature as soon as he stepped inside. The only things missing from that eerie setting were the vindictive and vengeful ghosts. Instead guilt hit him like a fast moving train. The force of it was so shocking he gasped and his muscles froze refusing to work.

His head refused to turn away and his eyes looked defiantly at the bed. Almost on queue the clouds drifted apart just enough for the moon rays to reach his window and illuminate the crumbled bed sheets and the blood stains. Three clusters of red blazed across the white like poppies and Kid knew he was the source of their spill.

Law's scent attacked his senses remorselessly. Kid wanted to run out but his legs were rooted to the floor. The scent brought him back to the first time he got a feel for the intoxicating perfume. That shared cigarette on the roof of the school. Why did it seem so long ago? Why was it so hard to remember what Law's laugh sounded like or what his smile looked like? All he could think of were the crying eyes and the pleading voice.

Kid snapped back to the present. He felt sick and weak just from the recollection of the events. He desperately fought down the bile and swallowed large gulps of air to settle his nerves. Didn't do much good. His drumming heart didn't stop its rampart out of tune song and the proverbial butterflies inside his stomach turned to swarming wasps dancing to the music. His thoughts raced and buzzed like bees trapped in a jar that was constantly shaken aggravating the hard working insects. He was anything but calm.

Eventually, after what seemed to be hours of just standing there like a stone statue, his mind settled on one thing. The core of all his problems. The man it all came down to. Green-eyes.

Kid no longer had anything to lose. The only reason he hadn't acted on his desire to wipe the floor with the stranger's face was due to his fear of driving Law away. He was afraid of acting too rashly and stepping on an invisible land mine, ultimately blowing their fragile relationship to smithereens.

But now, after single headedly pulverising that relationship, there was nothing to restrain his misdirected rage. There was nothing to stop him from seeking out and destroying this problematic enigma.

In a flash the butterflies stilled, the bees settled and his heart slowed abruptly. The terrifying calmness settled over him. The calmness that went far beyond rage. A murdering sort of stillness and even his eyes gave the illusion of shining a bloody red.

What he needed now was to find who this guy was and where he was. And there was only one person he could think of that would give him answers in record time. Kid fished inside his trouser pockets, hoping he brought his mobile with him. Well at least that was a ray of good luck.

His fingers came out of the material clutching the small device. He flipped it open and scrolled through his phonebook until with a satisfied blood curling smile found the person he needed. Kid pushed the call button and waited for the other to answer. The possibility of him not answering didn't even cross his mind. On the third ring the familiar voice came through.

'Kid? Do you realize what time it is?'

'Killer, I need you to find someone.' Kid's tone was startlingly calm and commanding. It was the sort of voice that would make a fully grown man stop in his track and swallow noisily while sweat would inexplicably start running down his face.

'I'm listening.' The sleepiness vanished from the other's tone instantly. Killer was friends with Kid for a long time. Long enough to know what that tone meant. Whoever this someone was he/she better write their will soon because they would soon be buried six feet under.

Kid told Killer everything he knew about the target. It was almost nothing but for Killer it was more than enough. He had ways that would put lifelong detectives to shame. While he didn't spent his time in school, he was far from stupid. In fact Kid was pretty sure he and Law were on the same level, and Law was considered a genius. A young prodigy that was going to become this age's saviour.

'I understand. Expect a result in a few days.'

'I need you to be faster.'

'Understood. Give me one day.' Killer closed the line without saying a word of goodbye. That was a good sign. Killer hated wasting time. If he had his mind set on doing something then he would treat every fraction of a second as if the deadline was just after it. Unnecessary words were a waste of time.

Kid flipped the phone close again and placed it back in his pocket. The rumble of thunder was much closer now and Kid could even smell the scent of the threatening storm approaching. Both the storm from the clouds and the storm from him. And both promised high levels of destruction.

Kid was grinning for the first time since Saturday morning. He went back to his lovely Hawk and straddled her, starting the engine with a satisfied smirk. For the moment the twisting guilt was repressed at the back of his mind. It was still there, and it would haunt him forever because he already made peace with the fact that Law would never forgive him.

But instead of crying in self-pity, Eustass set his mind on a more productive course of action. What was done was done. As much as he wished it he couldn't go back in time and change his mistakes. That wasn't an option. But he could still prevent Law from further suffering. He wasn't doing this to repent. He had no delusion of Law being pushed into fits of gratitude and jumping in his arms like nothing bad ever happened between them.

Oh no. He was doing this because when this dirt bag of a cretin went after someone he cared for he went after him too. And that was something he was not going to take lying down. It was time for Kid to have a meeting with this green eyed question mark.

The roaring engine overpowered the thunder as Kid soon became a red dot in the distance.

You thinking what i'm thinking? Enough depression! Time for action! XD Green-eyes prepare to have your ass handled to you!

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