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The doctor dreamed of marrying a man who was wealthy, intelligent, and socially accepted as handsome. Sadly, Kidd was poor (middle class actually) and trying to support Law (if they ever get married) was going to be hard, unless he created something lucrative fast. So until he made something that people would want to buy, he stayed at his workshop. He swore an oath to never visit Law until he made something productive.

That oath was broken just a week after he had sworn.

Kidd was welding bits of scrap metal together when he heard a shout. He shut off the machine with a flick of the switch, and the whirling sound quieted down to a mere hum. Kidd pulled off the bulky mask and brushed his vibrant red hair back. Feeling moody from the sudden interruption, Kidd stormed to the workshop door and flung it open.

His close friend was at the door. Everyone who knew him called him Killer because of his occupation: a butcher. His preceding father was also nicknamed 'Killer', and when 'Killer Jr.' got the job, the name was passed down to him also. His pale blond hair was as messy as a mound of hay, and he was as skinny as a skeleton. No matter what day it was, Killer always had two large knives strapped on the sides of his hip. Today, it seemed, Killer was in such a hurry that he forgot to clean the knives.

Kidd grimaced at the blood and fur covered knives and focused hard on the blood spot on Killer's cheek.

"What! Didn't I tell you I'm kind of busy-"

"Law's got a new patient!"

The engineer had told the butcher about his recent love interest. So on some occasions, Killer peeked (spied) on Law to see what kind of patients he conversed with. Kidd didn't understand the urgency in Killer's tone.

"So? Don't his patients usually go home after a checkup?"

"That's the problem! That patient is staying at Law's!"

Kidd felt like something shattered in a thousand pieces. There was a fearful undertone in the butcher's eyes, and Kidd realized there was more to it.

"A-And...?"

"Law's talking to him the whole time, and the doctor's all smiling and stuff!"

"...w-what does the patient look like...?"

"Oh that's the worst part."

"He or she?"

"He." That really didn't matter, but hearing that his competitor was the same gender, it fueled Kidd's jealousy.

"Is he rich?"

"Yeah, he came from Rogue Town on the shiniest black car I've ever seen-and the man had someone else drive for him!"

"D-Does he look smart?"

"Law was talking in doctor language and the dude understood everything."

"...W-What about 'socially acceptable as handsome'?"

Killer frowned and lowered his shoulders. He sighed-to Kidd's utter horror-pleasantly, "He's really hot."

"Watch my workshop." Kidd handed the wielding mask and bolted to his motorcycle. He didn't look at how fast he was driving because all he could think about Law-and how the doctor was slipping off his fingers. As his motorcycle drove up the hill, he saw the car Killer had mentioned earlier. It was shining like a diamond under the spotlight. He skidded to a halt, creating massive tire marks on the asphalt, and leapt off the bike. He threw the gates open and clashed them closed as he stormed into Law's Clinic.

When he stormed in, a man in a crisp clean suit stood at the doorway. This was probably the chauffeur. The man gave a humble bow, and Kidd unconsciously bowed also. He felt crushed that his status seemed lower than the man before him.

"Where's your..." Kidd didn't know how to phrase it, but the man seemed to understand.

"He went to the door over there. He is talking to the doctor of this clinic." The man pointed his white gloved hand to Law's office. Kidd thanked the man, although he knew quite well where Law's office was, and stomped down the hall.

When he swung the doors open, there were only two people in the office. One was Law and the other, Kidd snarled at the sight, was the patient. The patient's back was towards Kidd, but because of the sudden loud sound, the man turned.

The patient was either between his early thirties or late twenties, so he was older than Law or Kidd. The man had sea foam green hair that brushed down his head like tall grass bent from strong winds. The man's skin was light, but a faint darker than Kidd's. The three golden earrings that winked back mockingly at Kidd made the man have a dangerous beauty. Kidd held his breath because Killer was right; the man was indeed very hot (but not as hot as Law). The one thing that bothered him was the man's expression. The eyes were looking toward him, but there was no reflection. He also had a small smile that blanketed his sadness.

Law was in a place where Kidd could clearly see him. There was a look in Law's eyes that crushed him much deeper than what he had experienced with the chauffeur. It was as if the eyes were telling him to leave the room because he wasn't wanted.

"Hello, and you are?" The patient asked in a subdued voice.

"Uh, nothing. I guess he came here because he thought I was alone." Law quickly replied in a terse voice. All Kidd could hear in the voice was suppressed anger. The doctor rose out of his seat and outstretched his arms out so that he could push Kidd out.

"Hey, wait Law-!"

"Get out." Law ordered in a flat voice. Kidd froze at Law's extreme coldness and lowered his head. It didn't require any strength to push the engineer out. Law shot a glare, reminding Kidd to not enter the room, and closed the door shut. Kidd was crushed to a piece of scrap metal that no engineer wanted to use. He trudged down the hall like a dog that had lost a battle with another canine. The chauffeur was still standing by the door, but Kidd did not raise his head to see what expression he had. He probably shouldn't because he felt like punching anything that mocked at him.

The drove back home was the same as when he drove to, except that he didn't care if he was thrown off the motorcycle and was seriously injured. Law wouldn't care because he was so excited to have such a great man living with him. Maybe they were going to go out to some ten star restaurant-if the patient's illness wasn't that severe.

Killer was right where he left him, standing by the door with the helmet in his hands. Once their eyes met, the butcher made sure to not utter a word that related to doctors.

"Um...did you see the car?"

Killer received a nasty punch in the jaw.

-.-.-

It was late afternoon when Kidd heard another shout from outside. He really, really wasn't in the mood to answer. He already punched Killer and nearly broke the poor man's jaw, so on top of anger he felt ashamed. So he ignored it.

When he heard the shout again, he stopped whatever he was doing because it was Law's voice.

"Kidd! You better open this door, or I'll kick this door down!" Kidd scrambled to shut the machine off. He threw his wielding mask off and it fell with a loud clatter, and it rolled a few rotations before it rocked like a baby cradle. He roughly pulled of the cowhide reeking gloves, and brushed his hands on his oil stained pants. By the time he reached for the door, Law was already kicking at the door.

"What is your problem? You can't barge into the office like that!" was the first thing that Law shouted at the sight of Kidd. "You almost scared my best patient away!" Kidd had a hundred things to shout back at Law, but his mouth was tied down by anger and heartbreak. Law saw that something was wrong with the engineer. The man was usually monstrously active, but now his stance was bovine. Seeing Kidd holding his anger, but his face looked like he was ready to rip and tear anyone but Law, inflamed Law. "Are you listening to me?" Kidd still didn't move from his spot. "You are so-!" Law furiously scratched at his hair. If Kidd wasn't smothered in these feelings, he would have thought Law looked cute doing that.

Finally, Law grabbed a fistful of Kidd's gasoline oil covered shirt, "Come here you brute!" Kidd thought he was going to get slapped or hit across the face, and he was getting ready for it. For a skinny little man, Law had strength, so Kidd hardened his face to cushion any punch. He was pulled forward-and his lips landed perfectly on Law's. Kidd widened his eyes, and all of the disgusting feelings he had earlier was blown away.

It was a quick kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. When Law drew away, he was still glaring at Kidd.

"Can you talk now?"

"Uh-"

"Thank you for proving my fact that you're a brute."

"Y-You kissed me."

Law frowned, "Of course I did Rooster. Why would I not kiss you?"

This made Kidd see spring-for a brief moment. It was his turn to turn mad. "Then why'd you kick me out of the office for?"

"Because you'll confuse everything!" Law waved his hands around, "I had it all according to plan, and if you come in all mad-and yeah I saw you mad, don't deny it-it'll mess up everything!"

"I was mad because Killer told me that you were talking to the patient all happy-!"

"That's my job! No one wants a pissed off doctor! Plus, I really needed to make my voice happy because the patient can't see!"

Kidd lowered his voice, "The man's blind?" It all made sense why the man's eyes looked eerie.

"Yeah, but that's not important." Law crossed his arms, "You better be thankful."

Kidd snarled, "For what?"

"For giving you a chance to get rich, you fool!" Law poked Kidd hard in the ribs, "Didn't the man look familiar-or were you too cooped up in that shack to not realize?" Kidd tried to remember the man's face, but it was all so quick that he forgot. Law sighed at the blank expression and breathed out every word so Kidd would understand, "He's Zoro Roronoa, the owner of the Wado Corporation. Ring a bell?"

Kidd sucked in a breath and turned very pale. Only a dead man didn't know. Now he wanted to know what Law meant about him getting rich.

"I made an offer with Mr. Roronoa that I can lower his hospital bills if he buys any of your inventions." Law's expression suddenly hardened, "So light your butt on fire and make something! You better get rich and make me the happiest married man in the world!"

When Kidd realized the last statement was a proposal, his face went as red as his hair. Law went red in the face also, so he turned away puffing his cheeks.

"You're so slow."

"Sorry..." Kidd scratched at his hair, "Uh..."

"What?"

"Can you kiss me again?"

Law pulled up a smug grin, "Next time, but you know you can kiss me any time you want now." The doctor headed off to leave, but Kidd caught him by the arm and kissed him again.