Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.

Kidd remained in his workshop for the whole afternoon. He hadn't touched any metal objects or tools. He sat on his work chair and leaned his upper body on a table, like a student arduously working on homework. He was thinking, but not for new ideas. He was thinking of a good question to ask Law. It had to be something that could continue the conversation, and at the same time snag ideas on Law's love interest. However, he didn't want to sound like a pervert, so it had to be subtle. Then again, he didn't want to sound too random: Law was smart, so he might see through his lame attempts. Finally, after six hours of thinking, he thought of a great question.

Since he used up a great amount of thinking and time, it caused a massive headache afterwards. The following day, when the pain in his head cleared, he drove over to Law's. He didn't bring any inventions today because he had shown literally everything he had made (and there wasn't much in the first place).

Upon the sight of Law, Kidd became rigid. Today, the doctor wore tight black long sleeved shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a jacket tied up around his hips. It was casual, and Kidd liked it. He looked at himself and he realized he forgot to change out of his working outfit. He was covered in grime, oil, and dirt.

Law didn't seem to mind about it. The doctor was actually smiling today, "Hey, good timing. I'm taking a break right now. I brewed some tea, so do you want some?"

"Uh, uh sure." Kidd stammered. Law smirked and gestured Kidd to come and follow. The engineer obliged and followed him into the dining room. This was the first time for Kidd to see Law's house. The only place he had ever been to was the doctor's office, so he felt special again. Sadly, he also felt like he didn't belong. The room was clean and had an elegant rich feel. When Law pointed to the chair where Kidd could sit down, he started to worry if the seat might get covered in oil.

Law chuckled, and he seemed to read Kidd's thoughts. "You can sit down. I don't care if it gets dirty. I never liked that furniture."

Kidd let out a low mumble and sat down. Soon after, Law handed him a fancy china cup filled with some kind of pungent scenting tea. Kidd blew on it to cool the surface and took a sip. At first it tasted sweet and it went down smoothly down his throat, but there was a biting bitter aftertaste. Kidd decided he liked it.

"Hm, it's good."

"Yeah? It better be good because I paid thirty-five hundred Beli." (Equivalent to thirty five dollars in US currency) Kidd was inwardly glad he didn't criticize it. It seemed like it didn't matter because when Law drank it he frowned. "I think I got ripped off. Gah, I'm never buying this again."

Kidd snickered and took another sip. When Law calmed down and slurped the tea with mild indignation, he took a deep breath before asking the question.

"Law, uh, what's your type?"

"Me? Type A."

Kidd looked like he was slapped in the face before he realized what the answer meant. "No, not blood type, the type of person you like!"

Law peered up from the cup, "What about you?"

"Huh? ...uh, Type B?"

"I know your blood type, you fool!" Law snapped, nearly tilting the teacup over, "I'm asking the same question you're asking!"

"I asked first!"

"I won't say it until you say it."

"Tch," Kidd clicked his tongue noisily and fell into silence. This wasn't going along as easy as he thought, but that was life. Now, he had to create a good answer quick, so he wouldn't get a headache again. "I...I uh like people who are nice, but they aren't good at showing it. I want the person who can talk with me for hours until he has dark bags under his eyes...I prefer people who are shorter than me-and skinny too. Not too skinny, but a good skinny. I also like people who have black hair and dark skin." Kidd took a breath and cast a quick glance toward Law's to see if there was any reaction.

"Hou, you're quite specific with your type." Law frowned, obviously not getting the hint.

Kidd hastily brushed the sweat off his brows. The room suddenly felt hot, and he felt like he had just run a mile. That subtle confession nearly knocked Kidd out. "Uh...so, what type of person will you go out with?"

Suddenly, Law raised three fingers, "Three things. My mate needs to be smart, my mate needs to be rich, and my mate needs to be socially acceptable as handsome."

Kidd stammered at the sudden gigantic hurdles that were suddenly placed before him. "'M-Mate' means that you go either way right?"

"Dude or chick, I don't care. If they have all of the three main points, I will go out with them."

"What's the 'socially acceptable as handsome'?"

Law tapped the edge of his teacup, "I want to go out with someone who everybody thinks 'Oh my god, that mate's hot!' and then I'm like, 'Well ha ha suckers, but the hot mate is mine.'"

A new layer of sweat covered Kidd's body, "D-Do you think I'm qualified?"

"Hmmm..." Law raised one eye, "Sorry Poor, but you're poor."

"I'm not poor!"

"Will you be able to buy me dresses, gowns, bags, wallets, wristwatches, cruise trips, holiday trips, and vacations to a different island eh?" Kidd moved his closed lips, but didn't utter a word. "See? You can't, so you're poor." Law leaned back against his seat, "When I marry, I want to play for the rest of my life. That's why I need a mate who will do that for me."

Kidd nodded and feebly drank the rest of his tea.

"Want seconds?"

"N-Nah, I'm fine. I actually have to leave."

"Aw, really?" Law looked disappointed, but to Kidd's eyes it looked like he was sarcastic. "Well, I'll see you next time...You're visit next time right?"

"Y-Yeah." Kidd replied as he stood up to leave. He was surprised to hear Law's footsteps follow him to the front door. When he took a look over his shoulder, the doctor stood by the doorway. He was waving, so Kidd waved him back.

On the drive home, his mind was deep in thought.

Law wanted someone who was rich, smart, and socially acceptable as handsome. The doctor only discarded him for being poor. So this meant that Kidd was smart and 'socially acceptable as handsome.' That brightened and raised his pride a bit. He cut the engine on his motorcycle and rushed into his workshop. He snapped on his leather working gloves and spread out all of the necessary equipment needed for a large project.

All he needed to do was become rich, and he was going to become one.

Side Note: In this AU, when the universe existed, so did same sex marriage.

Also, it was normal for men to wear dresses and women to wear men clothes.