A/N: Hey guys :D, quick Disclaimer, I own nothing of One Piece and it's characters, places and all things as such. Enjoy!

The four Straw Hats on a mission had parked an navy blue Corolla down the street from the Donquixote property. It was quite a commonly seen car they had reasoned, one that no one would think of looking twice at or even question on this side of town. Stealth was the key to any stakeout operation after all.

A low whistle came from the driver as he stared at the mansion. "Well, that's one hell of a SUPER building." Franky commented studying the immaculate structure from his place behind the wheel.

"Forget the fucking building! Usopp can you see anything, guards, security cameras, watch dogs, ground sensors?" Sanji asked from behind the blue haired teen, peeking from his spot in the back seat.

His movement accidentally nudging the green haired teen, who shoved him slightly in retaliation, though he said nothing as he too was more interested in this information than beating on the shitty cook.

The long nosed teen sitting in the passenger seat hummed in concentration as he adjusted his special headgear. A small blinking green light from the device signaling that he had turned on the night-vision feature. Slightly turning the rims of the spectacles Usopp turned his head slowly to the left and then to the right, taking in every possible feature of the mansion and it's layout.

"There are no guards as far as I can see, just a lady in a maid costume smoking out front, security cams are placed in every ideal spot behind the-" Usopp stopped himself gulping audibly not daring to say that the cameras were in fact very well hidden by the decorations of that holiday which should not be mentioned.

Clearing his throat he continued, "I don't see any possible routes the cameras wouldn't be able to see right now. I'll look into that further but with Robin's hacking skills we should be able to easily loop a video or turn them in another direction. Either choice would be fine, though the first would be ideal at a place like this." the sniper commented before adding. "No guard dogs, the flowers look too well taken care of for there to be any sort of animals around. And because of those flowers, I can't tell if there are motion sensors on the ground so we will have to assume that they are most likely hidden within the flowers." Usopp finished his report, returning to his task of studying the security cams.

Taking this information in Zoro cursed under his breath, getting past all those sensors would be a pain but nothing they haven't tangoed with before. However, the fact that they had no sort of guards troubled the swordsman, "This Flamingo prick can't be that cocky he must have some sort of defense." he growled looking over Usopp's head as he too studied the mansion's visible property.

The four pairs of eyes remained on the mansion for nearly an hour before movement caught the eye of the sniper, "Look! Someone just stepped out from the statue of that angel in the South-East corner."

"So the place even has secret passage ways." Sanji muttered as the figure closed the exit he had used and proceeded to stuff his hands into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders hunched against the cold as the furry hat on his head hid most of his features.

However, the small glimpse of his face that Usopp had managed to see was enough for him to release a choked scream before stammering out. "O-oi! It's the Surgeon! It's true he's back."

The news made both Zoro and Sanji to compete for the small space between the two front seats as they tried to get a better look at the receding figure that was the Surgeon.

"Move it Shitty Marimo!"

"Fuck off dartboard brow!"

The two growled at each other before the sound of the purring engine brought them back to attention. "...some of those trank's with you right Usopp bro?" they heard Franky finish.

To which Usopp nodded searching though his bag for the mentioned object, while thanking the other. "Y-yeah, good thinking Franky."

Zoro and Sanji might have come at the end of the statement, but years of being with the Crew had prepared them enough to know what would happen next. Slipping from the back of the car, the duo took to the streets, causally trailing after the Surgeon.

Normally the duo would have remained farther back within the crowd as to not alert their target, but he task was easily overlooked on this certain time of the year. For there were more than plenty of people completing their last minute shopping.

In less than 24 hours, the biggest holiday of the year was to commence. Christmas was just around the corner.

All of the Straw Hats knew this, but they had tried to ignore this very fact, they avoided the topic like the plague, for each time it was so much as mentioned they would be reminded of the loss of not only their Captain, but what Luffy had lost this month, his beloved brother Ace.

Luffy loved Christmas and anything that went with it, he specially loved that this was the single holiday his brother never missed; no matter where Ace had been or what he was up to, he had always found a way to celebrate the 25th with Luffy. But with the recent events the Straw Hats didn't know what to think about the holiday, it just felt wrong to even imagine celebrating it without Luffy. So they all took a silent oath to postpone Christmas until they got Luffy back.

Hopefully after this interrogation, they would have their Captain back. This was the thought of the four Straw hats as they loaded the unconscious man into the Corolla and drove off.

The small car drove off unnoticed, headed to the warehouse district of Dressrosa.

"Torao!" Luffy's voice croaked out for the millionth time, and again he got no answer.

Luffy didn't know how long he had been alone, but it had been about half an hour since he had woken from his nightmare. In that time Luffy had abandoned the bed and thoroughly searched every corner of the room for the surgeon, not being able to find a single trace of the other. His yellow and black hoodie was gone along with the fluffy hat Luffy liked to borrow so much.

Toaro was no where in the ransacked room, and he had no way of knowing if he was somewhere else in the house, Luffy had checked the door only to find it locked. But he hadn't been able to open the door without the keys, the door handle had no way to unlock it from the either side of the room unless he had the key.

Had Torao locked him in here? Had he left him alone? Did he not care about Luffy anymore?

Luffy didn't know. There was no note to where Torao had gone, if the other ever did leave before Luffy woke up he always left a note for Luffy letting him know he would be in a different part of the mansion, and then there was the door, it was never locked unless they were both in the room meant to keep the others out but never meant to keep them in.

This didn't make any sense to the teen who was currently experiencing monophobia without his knowing. He was huddled in the farthest corner of the room, Bepo clutched tightly to his chest as it was the only link he currently had to Torao.

Short panting breaths left Luffy as his eyes darted throughout the room, his cries were becoming louder, and increasingly hoarse. "Torao!"

Where did Torao go, why did he leave? Where was he?!

Outside the room Luffy and Law occupied, a tall blonde haired man tilted his head in amusement. "My my, Law. Look at what you have reduced Straw Hat Luffy to. A quivering mess scared of not only the dark but also of being alone." The Warlord observed by listening to the screams alone.

Doflamingo was well aware of this phobia, he had to deal with it before, well more accurately, Rosinante had.

'Monophobia', Doflamingo thought to himself, 'the acute fear of being alone or without a certain person in their presence. The cause can of the trauma varied of course, though, for Straw Hat if what Law said was correct, then Fire Fist is the route of this fear. The event may have been erased from his present memory, but fear can never be forgotten. It just found a new way to manifest itself. And with Law acting as the comforter, it caused Jailbait to become dependent on him.'

"Fuffuffuffuffu. Law you better hurry before Jailbait breaks further." Doflamingo said to no one in particular as he continued along the corridors, vaguely wondering when Law would show up to ease the other's fears as he had been doing for the past two weeks.

"TORAO!"

This cry caused the flamboyant Warlord to stop in his tracks. "Oh~ a loud one you are. Fuffuffuffuffu." he chuckled and began to count down, estimating the arrival of a running Law.

"Three. Two. One! Here is Law!~" he happily sang before his face splitting grin dimmed. Why was Law not responding to the pining of his boy?

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed behind his fabulous shades while a frown took the place of his usually present smile. Something was amiss here, the thought flitted through the Warlords mind as he and stalked towards his study.

On the other side of town, Law woke to a hard blow to his face. His teeth bit down harshly on his tongue upon the impact as his head was painfully snapped to the side with the force. A hiss of pain was forced out of Law before he spat out blood onto the concrete floor below him.

'Fuck.' the curse formed in his sluggish brain while he began flexing his jaw to make sure it was still working properly. 'The fuck was that for.' he thought as his brain began to become more alert, quickly shaking the effects of the substance that had been forced into his system. Onyx dark hair had momentarily obscured steel gray eyes, though it was the dark setting that was making Law blink owlishly allowing his eyes adjust to the dimly lit setting.

"A fucking 'Good Morning' would have been sufficient." Law deadpanned straightening his head as he assessed himself and his current predicament.

From the small amount of light a lone lightbulb above the crown of his head provided, Law was able to feel more than see that his torso was bare, and upon further glancing he could also see his coat, hoodie, and hat thrown in a careless heap a few feet away from him. On each corresponding side he could see his hands held down firmly against the armrests of the cold metal chair, set next to his dark colored jeans no doubt speckled with his blood.

'Well at least I know I wasn't caught by rapists...' he thought distantly greatful that his jeans and boxers remained on his lower half. Then there were the binds, whoever did them was obviously skilled in knot-tying if the slight numbness of his hands was anything to go by, his feet too were strapped against the steel chair forbidding any movement from any of his appendages. And since the chair was still standing upright after that blow, then Law could only assume it was bolted to the floor.

An amused snort resounded before Law "Save the attitude for when you're not strapped to a chair." the figure said obviously not caring to conceal himself as Law came to look at the towering stature of a tanned skinned male he was not familiar with. Law was sure he would have recognized him if he had ever met him, the green hair would have been a dead giveaway.

"Those words wouldn't be leaving your mouth if I wasn't strapped to this chair." Law stated rolling his head in order to loosen the muscles in his tense neck.

"That was one hell of a drug. It took next to nothing for it to shut down my nervous system. And if this second stinging I feel along my right arm is anything to go by, then you used an antidote to combat the effects of the first dose. So there really was no need to kick me, was there?" Law surveyed his gunmetal gray eyes looking upwards to his captor.

Next to the green haired teen, a blonde exhaled a puff of smoke before smirking. "Who ever said that was a waking kick, I just needed to get it out of my system after all the shit you put us through. But trust me that was just the appetizer. The main course has yet to arrive."

Now it was Law's turn to snort. "Because nothing gets the threat across like menacing food references, right?"

"Asshole." the blonde growled as he pulled his leg back again to land another blow to his face. A resounding crack could be heard as pain exploded across the bridge Law's nose followed by the tell tale sign of rushing blood. It took no expert to realize that his nose was definitely broken.

Law refused to cry out as he blinked past the pain, appearing to be merely annoyed by the harsh treatment. After a few heart beats Law met the blue gaze of the swirled brow teen. "Do me a favor and tell the cook behind this 'main course' that it tastes like shit."

Beside the blonde the green haired smirked, "Oi shit cook, ya gonna let him talk to you like that."

"Fuck off Marimo. I just need to teach this prick some manners." The blonde snapped in clear irritation as he took another drag of his cigarette.

Law on the other hand remained calm, even as his captors approached his stationary knew what would happen next, he was no stranger to these types of scenes after all. Law's face revealed nothing to the two before him, no anger or pain seemed to register in his passive face, he withstood the oncoming blows of the blonde teen. Instead of focusing his energy in the pain that was being inflicted upon him, Law was trying to focus on more important matters analyzing the situation as he had been taught to do long ago.

This guy couldn't hold a candle to the pain Law had suffered in his youth, not when he had been thoroughly trained by Vergo under Doflamingo's orders. Law had been severely damaged back then, beaten to half an inch of his life every time he had a session with the man. Thrice it had seemed like he wouldn't make it past the night and each time, Law would rise again only to get beaten again.

This of course didn't mean that the kicks being delivered to him weren't felt in any way. They were, and the pain behind them was a bitch, but he ignored that as much as he could, taking into view his two captors. Who did they work for, he didn't know yet, but he did know that they didn't belong to any of the local clans or neighboring ones for none of them would dare to fuck with Doflamingo.

At this time Law could only assume that the two were from a different area. But there was also the nagging thought the blonde had said. 'all the shit you put us through.' What the fuck had Law done to them? It couldn't be a petty act of revenge over the Billions, that much he knew.

So then what was it?

A last blow dragged Law out of his thoughts as his head snapped back with an audible crack, his spine arching in an unnatural way placing strain on it but not breaking. Law knew he would be beyond fucking sore, fuck he was going to be an unrecognizable mess when he got out of this shithole. The questionable part, though, was if he would come out of it breathing.

The blonde lit another cigarette as he walked around the captured raven his blue eyes meeting his steel gray, a smirk curling his lip as he paused. "Good to see you're still conscious, Surgeon. Ready for round two?"

"That was round one?" Law scoffed before ridding his mouth of more blood before a humorless laugh left him as he met the emerald and blue gazes. "Pathetic..." he ground out taking a breath. "if the roles were switched you two would have been disposed of by now, I would have received my information and you two." he paused allowing a manic smile to grace his protesting features, "well lets just say your blood would be decorating the walls, and your organs would have been put to better use."

"Yeah, well we're not all sick fucks like you." the 'Marimo' retorted as he wrapped his left hand around the white decorated hilt of his Katana. "Though, if that's what it's going to take to get us somewhere, then let's get to slicing."

"You're welcome to try your worst... Marimo-ya." Law drawled out, having taken note that the green haired man didn't like that particular alias.

As he had suspected, anger blazed further in those emerald green eyes and the beast within him was released.

Slice after slice followed at Law's exposed skin, whereupon blood began to eagerly escape the confinement of his body painting his tanned frame in a startling crimson. White hot pain ignited everywhere the fine blade kissed his flesh causing him to grind his teeth against the mounting discomfort. However, even through this ordeal, Law could tell that every cut the other was making was shallow, artfully missing the major veins of his system.

They wanted to drag out his pain, to slowly break his resolve until he was begging to tell them everything they wanted to know. Little did they know, Law was trained to not utter a word even if it cost him his life; The Family is everything, an individual is nothing this mantra was ingrained into every fiber of his being, even if Law couldn't stand the pink fucker, he owed the man his life.

Law would say and do nothing to betray The Family.

It was at that very moment that Law became aware of one single fact. He would die at the hands of this green haired man.

Law could say that he felt anything emotionally as he took the blade's strikes without uttering a single sound. Not for the first time Law tuned into his inner mind, pondering the entirely possible situation of his untimely death.

Would he miss being amongst the living?

Law hadn't lived a life anyone would be jealous or proud of, so he sure as hell wouldn't miss that. Even if he continued to work as a surgeon, and one of the best mind you. Law knew that no matter how many people he managed to save on his table, it would never atone for everything he did during his time With The Family. And now that he had returned to them, the body count to his list will only increase.

No, as long as he was alongside Doflamingo, then he would always end up in these sort of situations; or worse, either as the receiver or the dealer.

Maybe it was better for the world for Law to die in the hands of this green haired man, to die in the same manner he had done to countless others. Law was ready to accept this fact as he lowered his head slightly.

'But what would happen to Luffy-ya..?' the thought was but mere fleeting whisper amongst the stark silence that had claimed his mind at that single moment. That small whisper ignited something in Law.

It reminded Law why he had even agreed to join The Family again, of the reason for his recent smiles, the reason he was even able to tolerate being in that house again. It was because of the boy he had come to care for. The innocent teen who had lost his brother was back at that accursed house... without Law...

And Law was not going to die here and leave Luffy in the hands of that fucking bastard.

That single train of thought was what snapped Law's head back up to meet the savage beast before him. His own glare roaring to life as he met the emerald gaze of the other, who faltered in his next slice upon noting the clearly displayed resolve Law held.

A ferocious smile barely discernible through the cuts and bruises decorating his face met his two captors as Law raised his chin. "Round two..." he ground out through gritted teeth, "failed."

The shock the green haired teen held didn't last long before he regained his composure, the grip on his Katana tightened as the Marimo gave a humorless laugh. "I seriously hate that we have to restrain you, the devil witch threatened to kill me financially if we untied you. But fuck, that conviction..." he sighed as the briefest look of wistfulness flashed across his hardened features.

Next to him the blonde finished his third? cigarette, grinding out the butt with the sole of his shoe. "Fucking swordsman control your raging hard-on would ya, we don't have time for you to get off on one of your freaky sword fantasies, my beloved Swan is on her way and we haven't made any progress."

This comment made the green haired man whirl on his partner the sword now pointing at the blonde instead his lips parted to retort before the door behind them flew open.

The light that flooded into the room caused Law to squint gunmetal gray eyes and turn away reflexively until he heard the door slam shut, and the darkness once again claimed the room allowing him to see again.

"What are you two idiots doing, I thought I told you two to behave?!" A voice scolded before two very audible smacks followed.

After that Law could see the distinct look of annoyance in the green haired man as he muttered under his breath about evil devil witches while rubbing at the back of his head. The blonde, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the pain inflicted on him, merely choosing to fawn over the orange haired 'Swan' that stepped into the room.

Ignoring the blonde the orange haired girl stood several feet before Law, hazel colored eyes taking in his wounded form before a she crossed her arms under her voluminous breasts.

"So you're the infamous Surgeon of Death huh, you really don't look like much." she commented as she slowly rounded him, Law's gaze had followed her as much as he could, though she was soon out of his line of vision. The acute sound of her clicking heels, however, told him she was directly behind him now.

"But I will say this, you have a great resistance to pain. I was just outside that wall over there listening for these two to soften you up. And normally I would allow them to continue until you gave in; but not today. You see." she drawled on resuming her circling now standing before Law, leaning in close enough that Law could smell the sweet perfume she wore. "You have some important information we want, and we cant wait any more."

Law didn't miss the darkening of her hazel eyes, the sudden loathing behind them, but too soon it vanished leaving behind the same cold calculating look she had worn since stepping into the room. All too suddenly she pulled back, not bothering to look over her shoulder she called out, though Law noticed the slight hesitation. "Aniki" the word was apparently not welcome on her tongue "bring the machine in!"

A heart beat later Law repeated the process of shielding his gaze to the assaulting brightness that lay beyond their current room. Once the door had once again slammed closed he saw that a machine was wheeled into the room. Attached to it was a monitor, a dial device of some sort and Law counted five wires.

A boisterous laughter accompanied the man as he set the machine to Law's right. "Cheer up Big Sis, we'll have him talking in no time." the man who Law saw was quite large and muscular began to turn switches, press buttons and essentially get the machine up and running.

"Just hurry up and don't make me use that ridiculous name again." the orange haired girl snapped impatiently helping the large blue haired man in attaching the wires to Law's skin. The shockingly cold gel placed onto each of the small cups caused Law to flinch away from the coldness attached to his temples, chest, and one on his right index.

The small movement didn't go unnoticed by his four captors as they all gained a smug look.

"Ready when you are Big Sis," the deep voice of this 'Aniki' rumbled.

Before him the orange haired girl took a much more comfortable looking seat then Law's own which had been provided by the 'Shit Cook'. Twirling a remote in her hand the girl fixed him with an intense glare.

"Now Trafalgar Law." she began, "Any idea of why we're all here?"

If she was hoping Law would react to the use of his name, he did not give her the satisfaction, the fact that she knew who he was only confirmed his suspicions that this was no random act. The abduction had been planned, but the question remained...

What the fuck did Law do to them?

Well I'm severely late for both Christmas and New Years, I had hoped to get this chapter out way before the Holidays or at least during them, but wasn't able to. I'm sorry for the wait, and the belated update.

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