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I happened to listen to some classical music the other day and remembered I have this fic going on too! :'D So yeah, I got inspirated very suddenly and wrote this in one go at midnight, so let's see what you guys think... :')

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Reading through this chappie I noticed that it got a bit lame, but I hope it's enjoyable nevertheless.

(Poor Doffy just wants a family of his own...)

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"Well? Do you love me now, Law?"

The question was utterly imbecile, considering the fact that he just had killed two people right before Law's eyes. As if someone ever would learn to love a person who easily could slay innocent people. Not only had it been manslaughter, the absurd and loony man had also killed them in an indescribably gruesome manner. Using the scalpel to cut their wrists open in order to press out blood from them, Doflamingo had collected the thick liquid into a golden chalice. Hence he had let them live a few more minutes longer, while mixing their blood together with his forefinger. Then he had walked up to Law, who was completely vulnerable and unable to do a single thing to prevent Doflamingo from killing the two youths, and drew a circle around the nude man on the floor with the blood he just had retrieved from the young couple.

After this eccentric procedure, the distinguishingly tall man had slowly bent down next to Law and Chopin's Nocturne in C minor, opus 48, number 1 reached its soft and incredibly affectionate part. At this very moment, he had stroke Law's cheek with a soft hand, whilst Law had tried to tell him to release the young couple, accusing the blonde man for being a complete whacko. His caveat had been all in vain, for Doflamingo only listened to the piano piece being played with the typical subjective and emotional features, features that had been incredibly popular within the artistic, musical and literal movement Romanticism, which had originated in Europe in the late 18th century. Whilst being enveloped with the beautiful and heart-achingly emotional piece, Doflamingo had taken a deep breath of happiness, leaned down and planted a gentle, ghost-like kiss on Law's dry lips.

Next, the piano piece had started to build up. Chopin had made the song more dramatic by playing in octaves, creating a much stronger feeling to the usual single tone. Not everything was played in octaves, some tones merely had friends that originated from a chord that suited the scale. This made the piece much more striking. At this point, Doflamingo had stood up again, walked back to the altar where the young couple had been crying and whimpering, begging for mercy.

The piece had been reaching its peak. The keys of the piano had been pressed harder and harder, making it more and more dramatic. The beat had increased and become intense, challenging the listener to hear every single note being played at the same time. The final peak had been reached when the tones had started to drop whilst being played in pairs with other tones – and the left hand had been playing the same notes as the right hand, creating an immensely emotional storm. When this dramatic part had been played, Doflamingo had used the silvery scalpel in order to cut open the young woman's stomach, pulling out her organs. He must have used a lot of force to get her skin cut open so neatly and perfectly – to make her flat skin cells break wide open, to make the small veins, providing her stomach with warmth and nutrition burst open. Then he had done the same with the male, the music growing ever the more dramatic. Soon their viscera had violently been pulled out, lying on the floor of the church, glistening in the moonshine, looking bloody, slimy and wet. The voices of the two people had died out as soon as the first organ had been pulled out. A pool of blood had flooded out of their bodies, soaking the blonde man in their blood. Doflamingo had laughed, his mouth reciting ancient Greek.

With force, Doflamingo had ripped out the hearts of the young couple, not minding the blood that spouted directly on him. In fact, the man seemed satisfied with the two organs in his massive hands. Instead of getting disgusted of the blood that had spouted on his face he, much to Law's horror, had licked the blood around his mouth. The ritual had reached its zenith – one of the hearts in Doflamingo's enormous hands had been placed on Law's shaking chest and the other Doflamingo had pressed onto his own chest. Finally, as if in completing the entire ritual, Doflamingo had lain down next to Law in the circle drawn of blood, had taken his hand and waited.

And now Doflamingo still lay there waiting with the vessel, which a few minutes earlier had been pumping blood into the young man's heart, on his chest. The nocturne had ended a long time ago, it had ended with some soft, melancholic chord-like tones. Law didn't care about the music. Instead he watched the dark red heart with some lighter spots here and there. Law swore that he almost could see how the organ still was pumping, desperate to keep its owner alive. What was I pumping, though? It could impossibly be blood.

"No", Law replied, feeling defeated and exhausted. "I do not love you."

One could practically hear how Doflamingo's entire mind screeched in utter disappointment. Not moving an inch, Doflamingo let out a long sigh. Law did not know whether to be terrified or relieved – would Doflamingo now attempt to kill him too, or let him go? Instead of getting a good reply to his personal ponderings, Law watched Doflamingo sit up, holding the dark red, bloody and wet vessel in his hand. His face was blank.

"Why", the voice sounded hoarse and tired. "Why? Do you not understand Law? I've been practicing this ritual for months. Couple after couple… Scream after scream… I learnt this Greek poem for you. I did a lot of research for you. Why doesn't Eros grant us with love?"

Law didn't have any reply. Instead he watched the blonde male enveloping himself in confusion and frustration. "Why did you love that feckless Monkey D. Luffy?" Doflamingo uttered the whole sentence with great repulse, as if the whole thing disgusted him to no extent. His voice dripped with great odiousness. He really detested Luffy.

"Well I don't know, maybe because he didn't kidnap me and chain me attached to the floor of a church and then forced me to witness the death of two perfectly healthy young people", Law replied sarcastically. He didn't comprehend where his sudden courage to utter these words had come from, but these rather rude words had suddenly escaped his mouth. Sometimes he hated himself for being so lippy and rude. He couldn't control himself whenever he saw the chance to be sarcastic.

"Don't you comprehend my love?" Doflamingo placed the heart in his hand down on the floor and looked at Law. "I had to do this."

"Really? So it was completely impossible for you to just ask me on a date like a normal person would?"

Doflamingo chuckled and played with Law's short, messy hair. His bloody hands left traces of sticky blood in the dark locks. The hair felt soft and thick between Doflamingo's long and bony fingers. He wanted to do it forever – sit and play with Law's hair forever and ever.

"Of course not. I knew you would have been declined. I know you knew about my feelings for you. And you took advantage of those feelings, did you not?" the voice was filled with an odd, thick tone. Law heard affection in it, but also a great coldness – a great need to control other people.

What the other man was saying was true nevertheless. Before starting working as a real surgeon in a real hospital, Law had been forced to somehow finance his expensive studies. He had seen an advertisement in the newspaper one morning; a pretty well-known bank was looking for a secretary. It was an easy job, Law had been sure that he would be able to do it. So he had started to work as a secretary half-time, earning more than enough money to finance his studies. The man he had worked for had been Doflamingo.

He had written up everything the man had asked him to. And it hadn't taken long for Law to notice the hungry stares and the friendly gestures. He had noticed how the older man had fallen for him. Law had at that time been a very ruthless person and hadn't thought twice before taking advantage of the older man's feelings for him. He had only regarded Doflamingo as an old, pathetic man who was lonely and unmarried. He hadn't felt any guilt or shame showing up at work, smiling charmingly and giggling at Doflamingo's jokes in order to get promotions or bonuses. Just by smiling in a flirty manner to the man, saying that he was in great need of money, Doflamingo would write him huge checks, hoping that Law would return his feelings someday. But Law had never taken things further, letting Doflamingo desperately run after him, only milking money from his bank account.

Of course, Law had noticed how Doflamingo's desperation had started to grow, and soon the man had started to buy flowers and chocolate boxes for Law. Law would instead just smile charmingly; "Oh Doffy! You are too kind for me! You will always be my favorite friend." He had always emphasized the word 'friend' at the end of the sentence, to make the older man realize that their relationship wouldn't grow any more intimate than friendship.

Everything had changed when Law had met the young trainee Luffy, who had worked as a mailman at the office, bringing everyone their mail and also serving coffee and alike during meetings. It hadn't taken long for them to start dating, and Law had of course noticed how Doflamingo had grown distant and cold. Suddenly there hadn't been any more bonuses or promotions. Law hadn't care, however. Instead he had been enchanted by Luffy's merry laughter and his easygoing lifestyle. Luffy had been a few years younger than Law, and had been planning to study jurisprudence in order to work for the Natural Resource Defense Council.

And then one day, Luffy had been run over by a car.

"I was so kind to you – gifts, promotions, bonuses… everything. And you never even dedicated a single kiss to me. Not a single thought to me. I was merely a foolish man in your eyes. A good source of money", Doflamingo looked at Law, knowing what he said was true. Law regretted his actions now – he should have realized that treating another human being like a rag would come back and haunt him. Why had he ever been so foolish and naïve?

"That's not true. I always cherished you as my friend", Law exclaimed. And his statement was true; he had always enjoyed Doflamingo's intellectual company. With Doflamingo he had been taught about music and wines, food and fashion – things he never had bothered about before. While learning more about these things, he had also discovered how entertaining these things could be, and how essential they could be in order to enjoy a perfect dinner, for instance.

"Friend", spitting out the word with a hoarse voice, Doflamingo's enormous frame tensed. "Friend, friend, friend… Friend!" The blonde man pulled his hand away from Law's dark, dark locks. Suddenly he wished to strangle the naked man next to him. He made him so angry – so incredibly humiliated. Why couldn't Law just accept his love? "Will you ever learn to love me? Or are you like a stray, ownerless pet –you need a bit of taming before reacting to your master's demands?"

"I'm not a stray pet, Doflamingo", Law said coldly. He didn't know whether standing up for himself would help him at all. In fact, he had a feeling that disobeying the twisted man only would enrage him. Law's sarcastic comments and cold replies probably worked as a fire, boiling Doflamingo up, just like a campfire would make the water in a kettle chug and simmer in an alarming way. "I'm a human being."

"Maybe your sub-consciousness experiences itself as a pet? Maybe you deep inside wish to be someone's pet?" suddenly Doflamingo's face was repainted with a feral smirk. It was as if an artist had decided to paint over the earlier upset expression, making the artwork less dramatic. Law twitched when he felt a bloody hand on his abdomen. The bony hand felt warm compared to his cold skin. Doflamingo took the heart from Law's chest and threw it away. The strong muscle made a disgusting sound as it landed on the cold marble floor. "Maybe you really just are in need of a master…"

"I assure you that this is not the case", Law's voice wheezed, his lungs desperately in need of air. His body twitched at the other hand touching his shoulder. Desperately trying to control himself from twitching so abruptly, Law felt how his breath became unstable. This was not a very nice way to spend his Tuesday night.

A soft, low, gurgling chuckle left Doflamingo's mouth, while the enigmatic smirk rested on his thin lips. The enormous hands covered in blood continued to caress Law's body, smearing the thick, dark red liquid all over Law's abdomen. It dried fast, leaving a sticky hard surface on his chest and stomach. Then, in the middle of exploring his former subordinate's lithe body, Doflamingo stopped and the feral grin became gentle.

"You're cold dear", the statement came suddenly. A few minutes ago the blonde man had been furious and then he had become kinky and now he was being affectionate. These sudden alternations made confusion shower over Law in an unpleasant way – almost like a cold, sudden rain does in the autumn. "Let me get you something. A blanket maybe." Standing up in a swift manner, Doflamingo left for a minute, giving Law an opportunity to look around himself better.

On the altar still stood the two crosses, decorated with the two young, hollowed bodies. For Law, who opened living bodies daily, it was not a horrifying thing to see. Even if the squishy sounds that had been heard when Doflamingo had ripped out the organs of their bodies had been rather disgusting, Law hadn't been terrified of that. No, what had terrified him the most had been the fact that a person he had regarded as a good friend a long time of his life, turned out to be a sadistic psychopath who ripped out viscera of young people with his bare hands. And not only that, this same psychopath had done this for Law, in hope of Law developing an infatuation in the said man.

Letting his eyes inspect his ambient more, Law tried to find something that maybe could get him out of this sticky situation. Soon he noticed that there was absolutely nothing that could help him in any way – not even the scalpel Doflamingo had dropped earlier, for it lay too far away from him. Not only that, he was also captivated with catenae. To summarize Law's observations – he was trapped.

Before being able to form any other plans, Doflamingo returned, humming on a new piece. It was Valse lente by Merikanto. It was a fairly easy piano composition, written in G minor. For someone who had problems with beats, the song could maybe be considered as difficult, forasmuch as the piece was a waltz. Otherwise it was an incredibly easy piece – the left hand only played one base note and one chord most of the time, whilst the right hand sometimes switched from the G minor scale to something else, but nothing drastic. The only challenging fact about the piano piece were the changes from tranquillamente to rallentando and then to a tempo and back to poco rallentando again, only to quickly return to a tempo. One also had to look out for the staccato notes, and take into consideration the gentle mezzo-piano in the beginning.

Law quickly stopped thinking about Valse lente however, remembering that the one teaching Law about this piece had been no one else but the psychopath himself. Despite feeling trapped and cornered, Law did feel grateful for the warm, fluffy blanket being wrapped around him in a careful matter. He couldn't stop thinking about how the white blanket would be stained by the dark, sticky blood covering Law's naked body. Where the blanket even had come from, was another mystery. Had Doflamingo planned everything this well in advance?

"Law, I know you still do not return my warm, burning feelings for you, but I would appreciate it incredibly much if you ever could see yourself giving me a second chance", smiling in a loony way, Doflamingo bent down and smelled on Law's hair. "I just love you. Do you understand that? I don't mean to harm you. I just want us to be happy forever."

This time Law controlled himself before letting any cold or sarcastic replies escape his dry lips. Just a few minutes earlier he had witnessed how Doflamingo had been affected by his withdrawn and rude statements – he did not want the other man to completely lose it and start hurting Law too. Law came to the conclusion that giving the other man a new chance perhaps would create him a situation to escape. If Doflamingo really had listened to his sarcastic comment earlier, then maybe he'd take into consideration to bring Law on a date, and Law would be able to run away.

"I'll give you another chance", the reply came slowly, as if Law had been undergoing a long, inert process of understanding the earlier sentence.

"Wonderful. Then let me search for a new young couple – this time we will do this ritual in another way", Doflamingo smirked.

"Wait. No more couples. Please", Law protested. He couldn't bear with the thought of being the cause of another homicide.

"Oh Law, you are so sweet. That is one of the millions of reasons I love you so deeply", moving closer to Law, Doflamingo bent down and kissed the tip of Law's nose. Law felt the warm breath against his nose and lips, making them itch uncomfortably. Doflamingo chuckled at the response he got – Law wrinkled his nose, attempting to make it itch less. "Now go to sleep. I will find another, more suitable couple. Maybe these two youngsters didn't love each other enough? Who knows?"

"Doflamingo, no-"

Somehow, this small, uncompleted sentence made him furious. The slap that suddenly had been aimed at Law, made the tanned, dark-haired man shocked. His left cheek stung in an odd manner, he could literally feel how his cheek slowly turned redder and redder.

"It's Doffy for you. Call me Doffy. How are we ever supposed to get married when you insist on calling me Doflamingo? And stop being so difficult", pulling out a nauseous-looking syringe, Doflamingo pulled the blanket away a little, exposing Law's arm. "I knew you'd get restless, so I prepared one of these while I was getting this blanket from the car. Now, stop struggling."

Law didn't listen to the demand of his master, instead he continued to struggle like the disobedient ownerless pet he was. He was literally panicking. Who knew what that lunatic would inject into him? For all Law was aware of, Doflamingo was not even capable of mixing drugs correctly. If the blonde man really had prepared that injection himself, it could be pernicious.

After a while, Doflamingo just gave up with trying holding Law still, and pressed the injection into Law's shoulder with force. Hissing of pain, Law shut his eyes close, trying to focus on anything else but the unpalatable pain in his shoulder. In his mind he pictured a human skeleton and he recited every name of the bones in Latin with a weak voice. The needle of the syringe had been very long, piercing deep into Law's deltoid muscle. It felt disgusting when Doflamingo pulled the long needle out, he could literally feel how the sharp, thin metal graced against his muscle.

"Count to ten with me, Law", Doflamingo ordered with a voice that made it clear for Law that he was in no position to disobey.

"One… Two…" Law begun, Doflamingo following him. They continued to count together. When they reached seven, Law noticed that it was hard to talk properly. "Eig… th… Hn… N… ne…"

"Ten", Doflamingo finished, tilting his head to the side, watching his dear stray pet fall asleep. He kissed Law's forehead, leaving a wet mark of his own saliva on Law's flawless skin. Then he wrapped the blanket properly around Law again.

"Good night."

§

Kidd woke up slowly the next morning. He was fully aware of the fact that today was a Wednesday, and on Wednesdays his work started at ten o'clock. This was due to the fact that most of his clients were busy with meetings and alike until later of the day. For some reason his clients preferred to have their meetings early in the morning, spend the middle of their day training and then return back to work for a couple of hours more. Of course, this kind of mobility was only possible for them because they had worked themselves into positions where they were free to do as they pleased.

Regardless, the muscular man woke up slowly, his body stiff and sore. He knew he should have stretched a little longer yesterday, taking care of his muscles properly. Now he was forced to suffer with a stiff body, when he was much more used to a smooth, feline-like body that was able to do anything he wanted it to do. And all he could do was to blame himself, drink some recovery shakes and later make sure to have a long, intense stretching session in order to make the hard muscles open up, letting the blood flow through. He knew that the most important thing to do until he was able to stretch was to keep the muscles warm. If they now would be exposed to any coldness, they would start to cramp even worse, trying to retain their warmth. The problem lay mainly in the fact that the middle-aged women whom Kidd worked for had insufficient husbands who barely took care of their wives' sexual needs. Thus they enjoyed watching a young well-trained man in tight clothes and therefore paid more if Kidd was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight T-shirt while assisting them with their training sessions. Consequently he always tried to dress like that in order to get that extra money.

Somnolence dominated all of his senses for the time being, so the redhead took his time to even sit up in the bed. He stretched his neck carefully, feeling incredibly satisfied with his long sleep. Kidd was the type of person who impossibly could sleep well if he hadn't worked out. That was why he always strove after working out as often as possible and as intensely as possible. Not only would lack of sleep make him unable to concentrate properly, but it would also lower his leptin levels. In other words, it was incredibly necessary for him to get enough of sleep.

Outside the sun was shining in a happy manner, fooling all unsuspecting human beings that the day would be warm. The world lacked of warm colors however. Everything looked pale, as if the whole world suddenly had turned into an anemic hospital. Kidd yawned, got up and looked out of his window, only to confirm that the world indeed looked as pale and anemic as he had thought. It was strange. How could the sun, which usually brought so much warmth and joy, make the world look so disgustingly gray?

Kidd still felt tired, so he waddled his way to the living room, being greeted by the mess he had left on the coffee table the night before. Instead of being disgusted by the icky smell that guttered around in the air, the redhead merely shrugged, slumped down on the sofa and continued drinking the cowberry long drink he had been slurping on the night before. He took the remote control into his hand, turned on the TV and was positively surprised to see that SpongeBob was on.

For a long time, Kidd's majestic figure lay on the comfortable fitment like this, his eyes blank while watching a cartoon intended for children. He didn't even care for how miserable his coffee table looked, flooding with a lot of trash food and empty cans and bags. He scratched his belly, blinked tiredly and took another sip of the cowberry long drink. For some reason the redhead had always liked cowberry. It was a rather sour and bitter berry, but the taste had always suited him more than well. Most people enjoyed cowberry if it was in some kind of pastry or if it had been made into jam, but Kidd had never met anyone who enjoyed eating them just like that, completely plain, with no sugar or anything like that.

When Kidd started to wake up properly, he slowly started to remember why he even had left his living room in such a mess. Most of the time Kidd would clean his mess before going to bed, because he knew he'd just let it be and never get the place cleaned if he'd try to do it the next morning. But last night something had happened, something that had made him so worried that he just had gone to sleep in order to make the knot of nervousness in his stomach disappear.

Suddenly he remembered, so like a whippy fox he jumped out of the sofa and rushed to the window facing Trafalgar's apartment. The apartment was completely empty. Of course it was – Trafalgar was a surgeon and had to go to work early most of the time. But then he saw that the coat Trafalgar had taken the night before still not hung where it was supposed to hang. Trafalgar had two coats he used frequently – one was more expensive and fancier, and he used that one to work in order to show off. The other was a normal, slightly shabby one, which he used whenever he was going to the convenience store close to their apartments. The fancy coat still hanged there, however, and the shabbier coat was still missing.

This meant that Trafalgar had never returned last night.

Kidd could literally hear how his brain started screaming at him to do something. While his mind was occupied with the sounds of sirens caused by his imagination, Kidd ran to the bedroom of his apartment and grabbed his phone. Before even having the chance to think through his actions, the redhead already had dialed his dear friend. He waited and waited for someone to pick up, but nothing happened. After a while he gave up, bit his lip, and walked around in circles.

Where the fuck was Trafalgar?

Was it really that twisted serial killer who had gotten him?

Kidd couldn't tell so he decided to call a few more times, and if he wouldn't get any reply, he'd just call the police.

He was not letting Trafalgar get harmed.

§

A pestering sound.

Where did it come from?

Doflamingo, clean from blood and dressed in brand new clothes, tried to find out from where the sound came from. He was currently driving his car. He had to get to work. He had left his dear butler, and best friend, Vergo to look over Law, who still slept in the old church. But currently neither Vergo nor Law was his biggest concern. There was an odd tune. He could hear it somewhere in the backseat, but was not capable of locating exactly where it came from or what it was.

After a while of irritation, Doflamingo came to the conclusion that the nettlesome tune most likely was a mobile phone ringing. He grunted as he looked at the traffic jam. There was no way that he would be able to pull aside for the incoming ten minutes to search for the phone. He wondered whose phone it possible could be.

Then it struck his mind. It most likely was his dear Law's phone. The night before, when he had snuck up on Law, pulled him into his other, less expensive car and quickly injected the drug into his system before the young man even had been able to understand what was happening to him, Doflamingo had found his phone along with his other belongings. How had it ended up in this car, though?

Then it crossed his mind that he had taken the dirty clothes that Law had been wearing the night before with him to the laundromat this morning, and the small device had most likely fallen out of one of the pockets in Law's pants. Doflamingo felt a warm feeling spread around in his chest, knowing that Law's phone was in his backseat, being aware of the fact that he was so much closer in making Law love him back than he had ever been before. Letting the merry feeling pull the corners of his mouth into a gentle smile, Doflamingo thought of what a wonderful he husband he would be – he had already been considerate enough to bring Law's dirty clothes to a laundromat. And this afternoon he planned to spend searching for new, better clothes for his dear.

And he also had to find a good suit for both Law and himself for their incoming wedding.

Because there would be a wedding. He had planned it for years. And after meeting Law's gentle mother, he could only wait to invite her to the wedding to witness their love being sealed for eternity. Of course, Law's younger sister Lami would also be invited. And all of Law's dear friends. It would be a perfect wedding – white roses, a big wedding cake, Tchaikovsky's Piano concerto 1 in B flat minor playing in the background. He could picture their wedding dance – Law would be a little clumsy due to the fact that he was pretty much incapable of dancing. Doflamingo would be forced to lead him on and Law would feel so endlessly helpless in Doflamingo's arms that everyone else would envy him. Later they would gather, Law's mother, Lami, Law and Doflamingo himself, looking through the wedding pictures, laughing at a silly picture of Law smearing the whipped cream of the wedding cake in Doflamingo's face. They would be a happy family.

The honeymoon would be spent in Bali, Doflamingo had planned. It would be the ideal place for him and Law to relax – surrounded by nothing else but a stunningly flawless paradise.

Unfortunately, the irritating tune in the backseat of Doflamingo's car ruined his vision of the perfect, paradise-like island. He cussed for himself, mumbling something about how technology had gone too far.

Finally, the traffic jam eased and Doflamingo was able to drive more freely again. Feeling relieved, he pulled aside, stepped out of the car, only to open the car door to the backseat and start searching for the vibrating and singing little device. The person attempting to contact his dear Law must have been incredibly persistent in order to wait for someone to answer for over ten minutes. Doflamingo sighed, found the phone and looked at the name on the screen.

"Eustass Kidd?"

Merely shrugging, Doflamingo let his finger slide over the screen, answering the call.

"Trafalgar! Finally! I've been shitting my pants of worry, where are you-"

"This is not 'Trafalgar'", Doflamingo replied, trying to sound calm and charming, despite feeling threatened by the male voice on the other end of the line. Who was this man? A friend of Law's or something else? Did he have to eliminate this person in order to make Law return his feelings? And why had this person cared enough to wait for Law to answer for over ten minutes?

"Huh? What? Who are you?" the voice belonging to 'Eustass Kidd' sounded confused.

"I'm Jeremy, I found this phone vibrating and sounding in the corner of this street", it was a lie, but Eustass Kidd didn't have to know that. Doflamingo was free to make this story suit him as much as he wanted to – and it suited him very much to play the role of an unsuspecting citizen who wasn't involved with the whole thing at all. "Is this someone's you know?"

"Yeah, it's a friend of mines", the voice replied, sounding even more worried. Eustass Kidd had probably already realized that there was something utterly wrong with Law at the moment. But no one would ever suspect Doflamingo, so it was alright. "Hey man, could you bring the phone over to my place? Or can I come and fetch it from somewhere?"

"The thing is that I'm actually in a hurry right now, but I'd like to help", Doflamingo's eyes looked for the nearest café in his ambient. He found one across the street. 'Mozart's bakery'. It was somehow so ironic, considering his passion for classical music. Trying to hold back a small snicker, Doflamingo persevered to talk; "There's this café called Mozart's bakery, it's next to that famous music store 'Rockets and Pockets'. Do you know which place I'm talking about?"

"No, but I'm sure I'll find there if I use google maps", swallowing nervously on the other line, the voice tried its best to sound confident. Doflamingo smirked.

"Yea. I'll ask the staff at Mozart's bakery if they can look after this phone until you are able to come and fetch it. Just ask for 'the phone Jeremy left behind for Eustass Kidd'", Doflamingo closed the car door to his car, locked the car and started to walk to the rather adorable-looking café across the street. He pictured himself and Law sitting there together sharing a lunch together.

"Really? Thanks man, I really owe you. I work at this sport club, so if you ever feel like dropping in for a free massage, just tell the receptionist that you're Jeremy and that I'll know who you are", the voice now sounded grateful. Then Eustass Kidd proceeded to tell Doflamingo the name of the club. The poor unsuspecting man had no idea how handy this information would be for Doflamingo. Now he'd easily be able to find the redhead if he'd be in the need of eliminating him.

"You're welcome. And thanks, I'll make sure to drop by as soon as possible for a massage", with that, the blonde, tall man ended the call, a feral grin adorning his tanned face.

§

In defeat, Kidd put his phone down. He had just spent a quarter trying to reach Trafalgar, only to learn to know that his friend had managed to lose his phone.

This was not like Trafalgar at all.

The Trafalgar Kidd knew would never, ever lose his phone because of a slightly reckless behavior, neither would he just randomly sleep over at a friend's place nor miss work on top of that. It was definitely not Trafalgar-like at all.

Thus, Kidd could be completely sure that something must have happened. And he had this strange sensation lingering around him, telling him that this mysterious disappearance had something to do with that ruthless, psychopathic serial killer rampaging in town.

Taking a deep breath, Kidd let his lungs be filled with vital oxygen, feeling how his erythrocytes were filled with the oxygen in order to transport it to the body tissues through the circulatory system. A process like this was said to calm one down, but in Kidd's case it just managed to make him even more panicked.

Something incredibly bad must have happened to Trafalgar.

Knowing that he most likely would get late to work today, Kidd googled the phone number to the closest police station. Due to the fact that his hands were shaking, it took a while longer than usually, but as soon as he had managed to find the right number he dialed the place.

It took a few minutes for someone to pick up. The calm, bossa nova-like music that had been played while waiting for someone to pick up had annoyed the redhead to no extent. Then, finally, someone picked up and Kidd started talking;

"Yes, hello, this is Eustass Kidd. Look, I have a situation going on. My friend has been missing since last night. He left his apartment at half past five and never returned. Not only that, I just got to know that his phone was found in a place at least five miles from here. In addition to everything else, he hasn't come home to change his clothes and get to work either."

There was a small pause, Kidd inhaling again and the person at the other end of the line waiting for Kidd to continue talking.

"And I think it might have something to do with that serial killer."

~Thanks for Reading~