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Kidd rubbed his hand over his left arm. It was the place where the raccoon-eyed doctor stitched up the wound. He bent his elbow, watching the muscle twitch and pulse along with the movement. He then straightened his arm to see everything smooth out. The doctor, Trafalgar Law, told him that the wound would take three weeks to heal, and during those weeks it would feel uncomfortable moving it around. Two weeks had passed and along with not hurting anymore, it felt as if there was no wound in the first place.

That enraged Kidd.

This meant that there was no more reason to meet the raccoon doctor anymore. Sure, the doctor called him Poor (rooster, volcano, jester, punk rocker, etc...) and acted in such a boisterous manner, but that strange demeanor attracted Kidd. Never had anyone attracted him like this before. He wanted to be closer to the man, but he didn't know how. He sucked when it came to relationships. Eighty percent of his past failing dates were because of his lack of affection.

He glanced at his arm again and then an idea flashed through his mind. The reason he was able to meet Law was because he got injured. If he got injured again, then he would be able to visit him again. For a man who only could think mechanically, this was the greatest he could think of. He thought it killed two birds with one stone: he was able to meet him without being all too suspicious and there was an intimate feeling when they were together.

Without looking, he reached into his tool bag and randomly selected a screwdriver. He brushed his thumb over the tip to feel how sharp it was. It wasn't that sharp, but if he angled it at the right spot and added a good amount of pressure...

He felt like a masochist.

Kidd shook the thought off, and pulled up his sleeve once more. He raised his hand that had the screwdriver and thrust it down. He winced slightly at the quick sting of the tool, and then the dull, throbbing pain came right after. He peered at the arm and a smile crept on his face. There was an exact long jagged shaped wound. It started to bleed like little red beads along the crevice of the cut.

Quickly, he pulled down the sleeve and squeezed his arm a little to let the blood smear into his shirt. When there was a thin line appearing like ink on a stain, he got up to get his keys for his motorcycle. He stopped in midway to retrieve an invention he made a while back. He wanted to show what he had created to Law, so he hoped the doctor would be amazed. As he reached for the door with an eager, upbeat humming in his heart, he felt slightly ashamed for feeling glad he hurt himself.

The drive up to the pretty Victorian homes didn't take long. By the time he was near the Law's Clinic, the pain on his arm was throbbing loudly in his ears like drums. He pushed away the tall gates and stormed into the home. There were only two patients today and it was an elderly couple. When they saw the intimidating figure of Kidd, they focused their eyes on a spot on the floor.

"Hey, you incompetent doctor! Because you suck at stitching, the wound reopened!" Kidd shouted from the front door. To prove it, he pulled up his sleeve to show the bloody right arm. At this, the couple cowered and shielded their eyes with their hands.

When Law peered from the office with that same, saucy expression, it brought hearts fluttering in Kidd's chest. Law glared at the wound on the arm and then shot that menacing glare at Kidd.

"Wrong arm you fool!"

-.-.-

Even though his plan failed, Law still brought Kidd in and stitched the wound shut. The engineer was also able to show Law his invention. To his disbelief, the doctor was unbelievably surprised. He awed and played around with the gadget like a brand new toy. This made Kidd love Law even more.

The wound healed within a week, so Kidd decided to think of another plan to visit Law. Next time, he was going to use pincers.