Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.

The day was ending and all of the stores were closing in the Western side of Syrup village. Kidd was one of the last to close tonight because he was busy wielding up the second to the last piece of metal together. All he needed was to attach a few more things and then the outer shell of his invention was complete. His boyfriend, Law, was getting impatient because it was taking so long, but still Kidd took his time.

He was about to wield in another piece when he heard several knocks on the workshop garage door. Kidd removed the helmet, shut off the wielding machine, and opened the side door. His buddies, Killer, Heat, and Wire, were standing by the door.

"Hey Kidd! We're all heading to the Pub downtown for some drinks! Do you want to come?"

"That's great, but I'm saving up some money-"

"We know it's for your boyfriend Kidd. Don't worry, we'll treat you!" The word 'treat' sounded very magical to Kidd's ears.

"Wait here, I need to wash my hands."

The three grinned, "Got it boss." Kidd rushed past his workshop and into his living area. It was a jumble mess of furniture and random stuff he called it home. He kicked shirts, pants, and plates as he trudged to the bathroom to clean his grimy hands. He lathered and rinsed and his hands didn't smell like gasoline anymore.

He stepped into the lake of random objects when he heard a Den-Den Mushi ringing. He cursed and threw random objects in the air to find the tiny creature. He was able to find in just in time before the line hung up.

Good thing he did because it was someone who hated people not picking up the phone fast enough.

"You're late!" The Den-Den Mushi with Law's voice screamed at the top of its lungs.

Kidd pressed his ears in time to dull out the scream. When his boyfriend settled down, he asked, "Um...are you alright? You sound pissed-"

"You!"

"Y-yes?"

"Come to my house right now."

"B-but I-I was planning to go to a-"

"Kidd, now."

"But...pub-"

"Now."

"Okay."

And the line went dead. Kidd sighed in defeat and put the Den-Den Mushi on a pile of CDs. His feet pushed past the junk and returned to the workshop where his friends were waiting.

"...did you hear?"

"Yeah." Killer scratched his head, "So...I guess you can't go?"

"...sorry."

"It's okay."

"He sounded pissed."

"Yeah..."

"Good luck getting his mood up again."

"Thanks." Kidd grumbled and opened his garage to retrieve his motorcycle. He waved to his friends who headed to the town where the lights were always on. Kidd imagined the drinks, the laughter, and the pretty girls, but all were erased because his Law was pissed.

-.-.-

Before he could knock, the door opened. Kidd backed away from sudden instinct because of the killing aura smothering his boyfriend. Law glared at him with such menace, Kidd felt like he was to blame.

"Uh...Law?"

Law didn't answer but grabbed Kidd by the hand and pulled him inside. He kept pulling, so Kidd just loosened up and allowed the doctor to drag him wherever he pleased.

They ended up in the lounging room with the grand piano, the comfy couches, and the large dining table. Tonight, for some reason, the couch and the tables were shoved, nearly hugging against the walls, so there was a wide empty space.

Kidd thought it was weird. It got weirder when Law went to the large Den-Den Mushi and it started to sing classical music. Law stepped up, and with that murdering glare permanently stuck on his handsome face, he drew out his arms in front of Kidd.

"What is this?" Kidd asked.

"Can't you see I'm asking for a dance, moron?" Law spat, "Hurry up and take my hand."

"I," Kidd never danced before, but he knew he wasn't going to like it, "I don't want to."

"Dancing relieves my stress." Law answered curtly, "If you don't help, I'll be pissed the rest of the night."

Kidd was starting to really hate dancing, but gave in. "Okay." He was feeling pathetic of always losing against Law's wishes. He brought out his hands to ape Law. The doctor didn't look impressed.

"Well? Are you going to hold me or what?"

"I-I get to hold you?"

"You don't know how to dance huh?"

Kidd scowled to hide the blush. "Then show me!"

"I will." Law snarled. He grabbed Kidd's hand and stuck one on his hip. The other he kept in his hand. Kidd's face went scarlet because his hand shaped perfectly around Law's hip. Law scooted close to Kidd. They remained standing there for a second and already Kidd was getting nervous.

"Um...are we going to move?"

"Hush! I'm waiting for the right beat-okay, move!" Law shoved Kidd's large body so his legs could start moving. Kidd tripped and stumbled, so Law jerked him around until the engineer finally got the rhythm moving. Finally, Kidd was able to lead Law into the dance.

The track moved to a slower song, so Kidd's feet movements delayed slightly.

"Hm, you're getting it. See, even a rooster can do it."

"Thanks...um," Kidd coughed, trying to avoid Law's scowl, "What's bothering you?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Uh...yeah."

"It's going to be long."

"I don't care." He was already content to have his hand on Law's hip.

Law narrowed his eyes and glowered at a spot on the floor, "Zoro's fiancé."

"Huh...? Wait, he had a fiancé?"

"Yeah." Law frowned, "He came home saying that he called off the engagement."

"Whoa whoa." Kidd panicked. He just heard that Law's new blind patient Zoro had a fiancé. He felt so late with news. "How long was he engaged?"

"Just a few months. This is his second engagement he's called off."

"Law, why do you never tell me this?"

"Because it's not important." Kidd didn't really like how easy and blatant Law's answer was, but it made sense. "What I'm pissed off was the reason." Kidd merely nodded, urging his boyfriend to continue. "All the fiancé and his mom wanted was the money."

"Well...um...that's kind of typical."

"What?" Law snapped and he glared up at Kidd, "You think people marry just for money?"

"I was just saying what the majority thinks..."

"I don't, and Zoro doesn't either." Law continued, "Will you marry for money?"

"I love you Law."

"...thanks." Law managed to say after the stammering. "That man, but I hate his mother more! You know why? Because she ordered Zoro not to touch her son-he wasn't even allowed to touch his face to feel what he looked like!"

"Huh?" Kidd felt confused. He remembered the awkward but strange experience when Zoro touched his face. He blushed a little when he also recalled Zoro's compliments: the man liked his facial structure. "Why didn't the mom allow Zoro to touch his ex-fiancé's face?"

"Because he's a rapist." Law spat the remaining anger into one word. Kidd let out a silent ahh. "Zoro overheard them talking about inheritance, money, and other blah blahs, so he called it off...and..."

"Hm?"

Law's voice came out small, "-and he told me he never want to marry again." Law sighed and the arm that held Kidd's shoulder became limp, "But he's all depressed now, and I tried everything...but he's still bummed out. What should I do Kidd?" The doctor peered up into Kidd's face, and finally the anger was wiped off his handsome face.

Kidd blushed and he stammered, trying to think of something creative, "Um...w-what about the man?"

"What man?"

"The man who M-Mr. Roronoa liked. He might cheer him up."

Law raised an eyebrow, "Kidd, Zoro raped him. Do you think that guy would cheerfully come all the way here?"

"We can try..."

"No...but you gave me a good idea for once." Law slipped out from Kidd's grip and danced over to the large Den-Den Mushi. He pressed its tummy, and the creature went to sleep. The classical music stopped, and silence once again returned into the lounging room.

Kidd squeezed the hand that held Law's hip. He stuffed it into his coat pocket to keep the warmth.

"Um Law...did the dance help?"

Law gave Kidd a deadpanned look, "...What?"

"The dance? You said it relieves your stress."

"Oh, dance. Sorry Kidd, but I lied about the whole stress bit. I just wanted to dance with you, and I knew you wouldn't if I didn't lie." Law pointed to the couches, "Can you put those back?"

Kidd stood there like a badly drawn stick person. Sometimes he wondered why he was manipulated this easily. The engineer's face remained a darker shade of red as he helped Law out setting the tables and couches back where they belonged.

Next time though, when he learned some dance lessons, he was going to ask Law to dance like a good boyfriend.