And here we are again... So much for a longer chapter.
It would be longer, if I could add in a lemon...

At Isdris: You see, the new rules on fanfiction. net forbid graphic descriptions, even if'd put my story up to the 'M' raiting. And with this story I kind of passed the easy, light-hearted love story in anyways. I feel like a lemon would somehow not fit particularly well into the story at the moment. Everything is very serious at the moment..

Warning: There will be violence and some really bad words in this chapter. I'd like to point out that the views Killer and his crew bring along here, are not my own. But there are still enough people on this world who think this way. I don't want to insult anyone with this chapter. Thanks.

Disclaimer: All Oda's still.

Enjoy!

My place was closer to the Moby Dick and Law and I had met here for a final review of our situation. Yes, we had somehow developed a strategy for tonight. What do you expect? I was scared shitless of meeting Killer again, and Law was nervous as heck.

Now I stood in front of my wardrobe, seriously considering what I should wear. And my dear boyfriend had nothing better to do than rolling around on the bed, laughing. "Helpful, really, love." I muttered under my breath. Somehow I had hoped that he hadn't heard me. But apparently he had. He got up from my bed, grin still plastered all across his face and reached past me for a few pieces of clothing. "If you plan to look hot tonight, go for this… I love seeing you in dark blue." He whispered in my ear, breath ghosting over my neck and cheek. I shuddered.

Whispering in my ear was seriously not a wise decision. Law managed to delay our departure by a good half an hour. The smug look on his face, and the huge hickey right above my collarbone made it obvious whom I belonged to. And I found that I didn't mind it too much. As much as I wanted to see Killer again, I doubted that I'd ever leave Law for him.

There had been a time where he and I could have been an item. But this time had passed. He decided to not take the chances with me, and the world had moved on. There would never be a Killer and I.

Once we passed the bouncer at the door, we headed straight to the bar. It was a surprisingly calm night at the Moby Dick and I looked at Marco questioningly. He nodded into the direction of a group of guests and explained: "That bunch belongs to Kaido's bar. Dunno what lead them over here." I turned my head, taking a closer look at the group standing at the far end of the room.

A shiver ran down my spine when I recognized exactly who was standing there. Old friends hit the nail pretty well. "They're here because of me…" Marco raised an eyebrow. "The blond one used to be my best friend." The blond barkeeper nodded. "They smell like trouble, Kid. I would avoid having friends like them invading my club…" Well, if I had known that Killer would bring his whole entourage, I wouldn't have agreed to the meeting to begin with.

I felt anxious, suddenly doubting that Killer wanted to meet me here to mend some broken friendship. I let my gaze sweep over the rest of the crew. Killer had brought along most of our old close circle, but had apparently joined forces with one of the most disgusting groups of my old school. Teach and his best buddy were no people you'd like to mess with.

Law leaned against the bar, recklessly facing the group around Killer. "I assume they don't like gay people, right?" That was one way of saying it. "Hey Marco, inform Smoker and the others. This might get ugly." I was not quite sure where my nutcase of a boyfriend took his confidence from, but I was glad he had it. I, on the other hand, was not so sure we would survive the night.

Marco handed me a glass and I took a big gulp, trying to calm my nerves. Killer turned, looking at me, a dangerous grin crossing his features. He didn't wear his scarf anymore the scars on his neck and chin clearly visible. I remembered the day he got these scars like it had been yesterday. A chemistry experiment had gone wrong, acid burning away Killer's skin irreparably. The scar had been a gift from me when I first visited him in hospital after the accident.

The blond took the first step across the room and I made a small step closer to Law. I had a bad feeling, like, a really bad feeling. I heard Marco shifting behind me. And then Killer was close enough to be heard over the music. The club around me seemed to fade, while the other guests backed away from us. "Who would have thought that you'd actually be stupid enough to show up here." Killer's voice was a snarl and as cold as ice.

"And he even brought his little whore with him." That was Teach. Good god, the guy was disgusting. That was not how I had expected this evening to go. "If you're just here to insult me and my boyfriend I feel you can leave again. I have nothing to say to you."

With a swift move, Killer lifted me up by my collar and snarled. "I've got a lot to say to you, Eustass Kid. And the insults will soon be you're smallest problem." Killer had become strong. My toes barely reached the floor anymore and I had to use both my hands to balance my body away from the bar counter.

"I'd advice you to let go of him. Now." Law's voice was not the least bit less icy than Killers, and I suddenly remembered that my boyfriend was not a harmless little kid. No one frequenting the Moby Dick was harmless. Without letting go of my shirt, Killer turned his gaze to the raven-haired man beside us. "And why should I listen to a skinny little fag like you?"

Teach laughed. Then he was right beside Law, his fist colliding with the smaller man's jaw. Law was slammed into the counter. I wanted to get to him and pushed against the counter, trying to bring Killer to fall. It worked; somehow at least. Suddenly the blond had a knife in his hand, slicing open my left arm. Blood dripped onto the floor. The sudden pain blinded me. Somewhere a door slammed open.

I heard a crashing sound, when someone was kicked halfway through the room. People screamed. I heard Law shout my name. Someone howled in pain; judged by the voice it was Marco. "Law…"

I grit my teeth, trying to stay focused. The cut lead from my upper arm over my elbow down to my fingers, and I realized that I was losing too much blood. I hear the tearing of fabric. Law tried to stop the bleeding with stripes of my already ruined shirt.

A tall shadow emerged behind Law and I tried to warn him, almost sure that Teach was back. Then a gunshot rung through the club and everyone froze. My eyes focused on the person behind Law. That was not Teach. Law looked over his shoulder, his expression changing from worried to relieved, back to worried. "Law..?" I managed to murmur.

My boyfriend looked back at me. "Whitebeard has come." I nodded. I had only heard stories about the old owner of the bar. I wanted to ask Law if he was ok. I wanted to be sure that the old man had everything under control. I couldn't move. First I thought it was because of the blood loss; then I realized that Law held me down with his weight. I tried to look puzzled but probably failed miserably.

"When Whitebeard fights, you better keep your head down." Law said, once more trying to patch up my arm. I hissed in pain. The look on my boyfriend's face was pure concentration and I watched him, doing my best to not flinch whenever he brushed over the cut in my arm.

I saw Whitebeard landed a punch on Teach and I heard bones break. Had that just been his scull? I felt my consciousness fade and come back. Still losing too much blood then. Something vibrated through me and I needed a moment before I realized that it was the deep baritone of a voice. Then I felt the floor beneath me shake and Whitebeard fell.

Before I blacked out, I heard the police sirens and more shouting. Law left my side and I tried to grab him, but couldn't move my arms.

I guess that was not what you expected...

Neither was it what I originally thought would happen. But somehow the whole Killer-Kid-Law triangle seemed rather cliché and as I already hit a rather serious tone with the last chapters of this story, I felt it would not quite fit into the plot line anymore.

Hope you guys won't try to kill me for what I just did here. I think most of you kind of recognized the similarity between this chapter and the whole Marine Fort mess.. It's fully intended from my side.

Reviews are always much appreciated. Thanks.