Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but Kyra was my idea.

"S-soft th' droswy hours're creeping...hill an' dale 'n slumber...steeping...I my l-lovin' vigil keeping... all th-through th' night..."

The slurred words wake Law from his light nap in a chair next to his magician's bed. The doctor rises, sparing his other comatose patient a glance before fixing his attention on the girl who tosses feverishly beneath her thin sheet. She is mumbling under her breath, slurring out the words to that poem Law remembers reading in her diary. He places his wrist against Kyra's forehead, frowning at the searing heat coming off her skin.

For nigh on two weeks his magician has lain in a fevered sleep, unable to be roused by means of man or medicine. Most of that time has been spent docked in this secluded bay just off the island of Amazon Lily, isolated and protected from the rest of the world by that tiny kingdom's proximity to the Calm Belt. The majority of the Heart Pirates have greatly enjoyed their little vacation, especially with the meal-time interactions with the exclusively female population of this fair isle. Bepo has been the object of much scorn from his crewmates due to his moping at the lack of female bears, and has taken to sulking on the ship more often than not. The captain, however, could care less about the inhabitants of this island paradise, human or otherwise. Law is more interested in his magician and the question of why exactly she has yet to improve in the slightest. Her wounds are not healing, not even in the normal way; her fever has remained constant through the fortnight; and she has not woken since telling him not to throw out the corpse of Fire Fist Ace.

That's another intriguing little puzzle: the young man's body has yet to begin decomposing. After the first couple of day with the temptation of a fresh cadaver sitting in the corner of his infirmary, Law had ordered Jambarl to move the corpse to Kyra's chambers until such time as she woke up. Every day since he has checked upon the remains, and so far he has neither seen nor smelled the slightest difference. Quite the conundrum, considering bodies do not stay fresh for more than a couple of days after death unless frozen or otherwise prepped.

"Mama," Kyra whimpers, drawing the surgeon's gaze back down to her flushed face. "Said I'm evil, Mama... don't wanna go back... wrong... feels wrong there..."

Law turns away from the murmuring girl as the door to the infirmary creaks open slightly, his first mate sticking his furry head into the room. "Captain, the women brought lunch."

"Alright, Bepo."

After checking in with the few crewmates remaining aboard the ship and ordering his superstitious mechanic Haru to keep an eye on the two patients, Law accompanies the polar bear to the miniscule piece of land which his crew has been relegated to for the last two weeks. The others are all in a line already, eager for the food and for the chance to talk to the scantily dressed women of Amazon Lily. Bepo quickly cuts to the head of the crowd, collecting meals for himself and his captain while Law wanders off to find a shady tree under which to sit. As has happened every day since the fishman was deemed healthy enough to vacate the doctor's domain, Jinbei soon approaches captain and first mate as they eat, the same dour expression as always plastered upon the former Warlord's face.

"Trafalgar Law. Has there been any change in the conditions of either Luffy or that girl?"

Law shakes his head, as he has done every day for the past week. Jinbei's already impressive frown deepens. Without another word he turns and walks away, going to sit on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea where he will sulk in a dignified manner. Law goes back to his meal, a frown of his own marring his features. Straw Hat Luffy is beginning to become a burden. The surgeon has long since stabilized the boy's condition. Medically, there is nothing more the Dark Doctor can do for his patient. And yet a patient he remains, locked in a coma in Law's sub.

The Heart Pirate captain is growing bored. He is tired of this island; tired of its inhabitants; tired of Bepo's constant sulking and the men's preoccupation with the natives; and tired of Jinbei's niggling presence. He wants to leave. The surgeon is tempted to allow these women to move Straw Hat Luffy into their city and let their doctors look after the boy. If he dies in their treatment, that is not Law's problem. He has done everything necessary to save the life of his future enemy. Whether he lives or not is now up to Straw Hat.

Kyra, however... she gives Law's growing wanderlust pause. She is a member of his crew; her care is his responsibility both as her doctor and as her captain. He is leery of departing until something changes with her. He does not want to be a thousand leagues beneath the sea when that happens - the risks of complications would be much higher in that situation. Law cannot understand why his magician does not improve. He has done everything medically possible to attempt to jumpstart the girl's recovery to no avail. The medicated I.V. drip has had no effect. Injections of antibiotics have done nothing. And most vexing of all is her fever, which burns a steady 102.5 and refuses to go down.

Kyra is extremely ill, has dropped weight from being on a purely liquid diet for two weeks straight, and she is not getting better. The doctor in Law is intrigued by this unusual patient. The pirate in him is annoyed at the delay it is causing and itches to kill something. If not for his magician's poor health, he would likely have unloaded Straw Hat Luffy into the care of the Amazons and left. Instead he sits idle waiting for a sign that his sick crew member will finally improve.

Waiting is not one of his favorite pastimes.

The women have long since left, lunch over and their duty to feed the visiting pirates done, when an ear-splitting scream breaks the calm tranquility of the maiden island. A series of crashes from the sub have Law on his feet, darting to where the disgraced Warlord now stands peering down at the brightly-colored submersible. He has barely stopped when something rockets through the deck directly over the infirmary, flying over Law's head and landing hard on the ground somewhere behind him. A glance over his shoulder confirms that the missile is actually Straw Hat Luffy himself, now struggling to get to his knees with his severe wounds. The boy throws back his head and screams to the heavens.

"WHERE'S ACE?"

Deciding that the crew can deal with the rubber man for the moment, Law quickly goes to his sub and heads for the infirmary. Kyra is still in there; has Straw Hat's destructive exit from the ship injured her? Is her crew going to be trapped in this damn place even longer because of the imbecile whose life Law saved? The doctor strides into his now sunlit domain, sees his magician's empty bed turned over along with most everything else in the room that isn't bolted down, and just wonders for a moment. The girl's I.V is smashed next to her bed, leaving glass all over the floor. Chunks of steel and wood from the ceiling and deck litter the area. Of the girl herself, however, there is no immediate sign. Law sighs, stepping into the mess while rubbing a hand over his face.

"Kyra?"

A rustling noise between the door and the wall draws his attention. Slowly, not wishing to startle her, Law eases the door partway shut so that he can see his magician huddled behind it on the floor, her body wrapped in a sheet and shivering violently. Kyra stares up at him with tired, glassy eyes, one hand clawing at the opposite arm's elbow.

"Law?" she croaks, her voice hoarse from prolonged disuse. "I can't get it out. You have to help me. It won't come out."

Law closes the door all the way and crouches in front of the girl, reaching out to snag her wrist before she can mutilate her now-bleeding arm any further. "What won't come out?"

"The needle," she whines, wiggling her bloody arm slightly as though to dislodge the thing causing her such distress. "It's in there and it won't come out! Please get it out of me, please!"

Kyra flicks her captive hand back and forth, causing a pair of long tweezers to pop out of a drawer in one of the cabinets. The tweezers soar over to hover expectantly in front of the doctor, who releases his patient's wrist to grasp them. Maneuvering both himself and the trembling girl until she sits in his lap with her arm stretched out to the side, Law wraps an arm around his magician's waist to keep her steady and carefully digs the tip of the I.V. needle from the vein in her elbow. Kyra's whole body seems to relax once the tiny sliver is removed, slumping back against her captain's chest with a sigh. Law takes the opportunity to once again press his wrist to the girl's forehead, slightly annoyed at the ever-present fever.

"Thanks," his patient mutters weakly from his lap. Law ignores this, scooping her up and standing again.

"You need rest. You have a fever. Why aren't any of your wounds healing? They're all still as bad as they were when you appeared in the galley, and the war was two weeks ago." He manages to open the door even while still holding her and walks off towards his chambers. Haru comes stomping down the hall, nodding breifly to his captain before going past towards the wrecked sickroom.

"Wounds?"

"Cuts, gashes, bruises, and fractures," he lists calmly, nudging his door open with a foot and strolling in. Kyra is deposited on his bed, after which Law pulls his desk chair over and sits beside her.

Kyra makes a truly hideous face, either from pain or from concentration Law cannot determine. After a short moment the girl begins to glow white, which confuses him - isn't her magic usually black when it manifests itself? Before he can ponder long on this question, the glowing abruptly fades to reveal his magician looking exhausted but unharmed. The bruises on her face and the slices to her arms are healed. The rest of her body is hidden beneath that sheet she's wearing, so he is unable to know if all her injuries are gone.

"The magic was sleeping," is all she says, and Law lets the matter drop.

"This isn't my room," the girl mumbles tiredly, obviously confused as her eyes sweep his bedchamber.

"It's mine," Law informs her, smirking at the horrified look that soon covers her face. "I won't rape you, Kyra. I just thought you would prefer to share my bed rather than sleep with a corpse."

"Corpse?" she parrots, eyebrows jumping up closer to her hairline. "Have you been killing a lot of people while I was asleep? Surely there's a better place for your victims than my bedroom."

"It's not mine. You're the one who told me not to throw out the body of Fire Fist Ace."

Law can practically see the light switch go on in her head. Kyra bolts upright, swinging her legs over the side of the bed as though to stand. He is blocking her before her feet touch the floor.

"Lay back," he orders, putting a hand on her shoulder with every intention of shoving her backward. "You need rest."

Kyra deftly ducks under his arm and gets around him, nearly running for his bedroom door in her haste.

"I'm not sleeping in your bed!" she practically yells back at him as she darts to her own room. "Keep dreaming, Law, that's never going to happen! And I'm fine!"

Law follows across the hall and sticks his foot in her doorway even as she tries to close it in his face, foiling her attempt. Pushing it open with one-handed ease, the surgeon calmly advances on the swiftly retreating girl, backing her into the wall on the far side of her room. Kyra looks absolutely flabbergasted, as though unable to understand what is going on. She makes a quick backhand gesture in Law's direction, panic flashing in her blue eyes when nothing happens. Unlike the startled magician, however, her captain is fairly certain he can guess why.

"You know, Kyra," he purrs, caressing her name as her back hits the wall a second before his arms form barriers on either side of her head, "I had quite the strange experience with that... magic of yours while you were unconscious. I think it likes me. What do you think?"

What Law is saying is completely true. Hours after the escape from Marineford, when Straw Hat Luffy had finally begun to stabilize and Law had managed a spare moment, the surgeon had approached Kyra's prone form to see if her wounds had started healing or if he would need to do anything. Surprised to see her body just as battered as it had been when Sachi lugged her into the infirmary, Law had reached out his freshly gloved hand to examine his magician more thoroughly. His intent was sidetracked, however, the moment his fingers grazed the girl's skin. Instantly coils of darkness had lashed out at him, quickly encasing Law from head to toe and holding him completely immobile. Law had been trapped in that pressing blackness, helpless to defend himself, and felt a small jolt of fear that he might actually die from his magician's unconscious attempt to protect herself. Miraculously, as suddenly as the magic had attacked him it released, stroking Law's face and hands as it retracted back into Kyra's comatose body.

Not once since has the girl's magic attacked the Heart Pirate captain in any way. Penguin had tried to change the I.V. drip in Kyra's arm once, only to be smacked back by a whip of power. Neil - on Law's orders - attempted to spoon-feed the girl some broth; the bowl had exploded in his beefy hands, showering the cursing cook with hot soup. Bepo had said that Kyra's 'smell' was wrong, like someone else was wearing the girl's skin. The bear had steered clear of the medical center as much as possible, only venturing to the door to ask after Kyra's condition or to summon his captain for meals. Law alone has treated the girl and emerged unscathed, something he finds terribly amusing.

Judging by the look on her face as all of this is explained to her, Kyra is anything but amused.

"Oh, fuck no," she blurts out as soon as Law finishes speaking. The surgeon just grins widely, enjoying her reaction to the revelation that he is now apparently safe from her magic. "You're kidding me. Please tell me that was a shitty joke."

"Afraid not, Kyra," he replies, moving his hands inward just enough to brush her too-pale cheeks with his thumbs. Some medical part of his brain informs him that the raging fever is somehow gone; apparently that white glowing has healed her sufficiently for the elevated body temperature to fade. He is briefly surprised - though immensely entertained - when his magician moves enough to begin lightly banging her head against his shoulder.

"Why, gods? Why the fuck do you all hate me so much?"

Law laughs at her, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her away from the wall. Kyra moves almost docilely, without a snarky comment or an attempt to break his ribs with an elbow. The way she drags her feet tells the surgeon exactly how tired she still is, although she's doing an admirable job hiding it.

"Wait, where are we going?" she exclaims as he steers her out of her room and in the direction of the galley. "Fire Fist, his body was in there, I need to -"

"Whatever it is you have planned, it can wait until you've had something solid in your stomach," Law overrides the girl, maneuvering her to sit in the chair to the right of the table's head. "Fire Fist Ace is not going anywhere. Don't move from that chair; I'll be right back."

He is gone just long enough to track down Neil and inform the others that Kyra has woken at last. Sachi, Penguin, and Bepo follow Law and the cook back to the sub to see her, Neil muttering quietly under his breath all the while. The surgeon is not pleased to find Kyra's chair empty, somewhat angered that she would blatantly ignore a direct order from her captain. Her absence is extremely brief, as almost instantly she comes shuffling back from the direction of her room, dressed in clean clothes with her wild ringlets pulled into a loose tail at the nape of her neck. She slumps back into her seat without a word, her head hitting the wooden surface of the table with a dull thud.

Sachi and Penguin ease towards her as Law waves Neil over to the fridge, silently ordering the man to prepare something for Kyra to eat. Bepo quietly moves to sit across from her, his beady little eyes narrowed slightly as his nose scents the air. Apparently whatever he smells is pleasing to the bear. He visibly brightens and relaxes, regarding the slumped girl with the animal equivalent of a smile.

"Feelin' better, Kyra?" Sachi asks, taking the seat next to her as Penguin makes himself comfortable against the wall. Kyra grunts, wearily lifting her head from the table to peer at her crewmate.

"Peachy," she replies, her voice dripping with so much sarcasm that Law smirks. Someone's a little cranky.

"Well you look a hundred times better," Penguin tells her bluntly, regarding the girl under the brim of his cap. "Looked like shit when you plopped down onto the table out of thin air. Do you have any idea how much you were bleeding? That took hours to clean up."

Law watches his magician bristle, obviously annoyed.

"Well, excuse me for having the gall to bleed," she snaps, glaring at Penguin rather impressively considering how tired she looks. "I'll try not to do so in your presence again, sir."

Penguin holds up his hands to placate her. "Hey, I was just making conversation. All I'm saying is that you look better. Tired, yeah, but better. That's a good thing."

Kyra's eyes go to the table, and the Dark Doctor smirks again when he realizes his little killing machine is embarrassed. "...Thanks. Having weird healing abilities comes in handy sometimes. I probably could have healed days ago, but I might have kinda sorta overdid it at Marineford." Here she shoots a guilty look in Law's direction, as though in fear of a lecture. "My powers were as out of it as I've been. Guess I'll have to thank Straw Hat for throwing me into a wall."

Neil marches over, banging a plate piled high with sandwiches down in front of the girl.

"Eat it. If you don't like 'em, maybe you can just magic 'em into something tastier," the cook sneers rudely, leering at Kyra in a way that comes close to pissing Law off. Hasn't he already told the fool what will happen if he harasses her? Before the captain can say anything though, Bepo lets loose a low growl that has everyone in the room looking at him in surprise.

"Captain says you're not to bother her," Bepo remindes the cook, showing his teeth in a classic case of alpha male intimidation. Kyra is quick to make a dismissive gesture, picking up one of the sandwiches and taking a large bite.

"It's no deal, Bepo," she soothes with her mouth full, much to Law's amusement as Penguin and Sachi gape in half-disgusted astonishment. "And don't worry, mister; you might reportedly suck ass at making breakfast, but I guess even you can't fuck up a sandwich. These are fine. Thank you."

Neil's face turns bright red. He turns away from the chowing girl, flinching slightly when Law catches his eye with a warning look. He has almost cleared the doorway leading in the direction of the hatch when Kyra calls out to him around a bite of sandwich.

"Hey mister, don't go too far. I'm bringing a dead guy back to life after I eat. Since you already think I'm a freak, I thought you might want to watch so you'd have ironclad proof."

The Surgeon of Death raises an eyebrow at the girl, who responds by stuffing half a sandwich in her mouth and grinning widely at him. Bring back the dead? This he's got to see.

Kyra is fucking tired, and if she doesn't find Straw Hat Luffy and the fishman Jinbei soon, she's calling off the search and going back to the sub to sleep. Law's bed, the infirmary cots, the floor - wherever. Sleep is sleep when she's this worn out.

She trails the two scantily clad warrior women deeper into the forest, following the swath of destruction that should lead them straight to the distraught pirate. The women had shown up at the sub just as Kyra had finished polishing off the last of her lunch, along with quite a few others led by the gorgeous chick the mage remembers seeing briefly at Marineford. After a quiet conversation between her and Kyra's captain, these two women had stepped forward with an offer to escort her to where Straw Hat Luffy is at present. Law and the rest of the crew remain at the sub; apparently men are forbidden to venture into the island proper, with the exception of Straw Hat for reasons that have yet to be explained. Jinbei doesn't count, as Kyra has had it pointed out to her that while the fishman is indeed male, he is not actually a human man. Bepo could have come with her, but the rest of the crew had thrown a fit when that was suggested. If they can't wander freely around the maiden island, it is out of the question for Bepo to have that right. The docile creature had practically sunk into himself in apology before attempting to hide behind his captain.

So here she is, following two strangers in what look like animal skin bikinis through a wild jungle barely two hours after being snapped out of her coma-like state. Kyra wonders again why she's going through so much trouble to help this kid before reminding herself of the risks he took back at Marineford for his brother. He is worthy of her aid, even if he is an absolute moron.

All the same, the sorceress is extremely pleased when they finally step into a torn up clearing, right across from where the bandage-wrapped rubber man and the whale-shark fishman sit talking. Jinbei looks over at the women when they break through the surrounding foliage, his eyes going straight to Kyra. Next to him, Straw Hat Luffy scrambles to his feet at the sight of her, running over on decidedly wobbly legs.

"Kyra!" he exclaims in that obnoxiously loud way of his, practically throwing himself at her and nearly knocking her over in his haste to wrap her in a crushing hug. "I'm glad you're okay!" Tears fill the boy's eyes at this point. "Kyra, Ace died!"

"I know, Straw Hat, but-"

"But I'm better now! Jinbei knocked some sense into me! I'm gonna find my friends! It's what Ace would want me to do! You're coming with me, right? You have to meet your new crew!"

Kyra makes a subtle wiggling motion with her left hand. A band of black magic wraps itself firmly around Straw Hat Luffy's mouth, effectively shutting him up. The sorceress uses his momentary confusion to pry herself out of his arms, sitting down in the broken clearing and pulling the boy down to sit with her.

"The gag comes off when I'm finished talking. Listen for a minute, Straw Hat. You payin' attention?" She eyes the rubber maniac, who gives several exaggerated nods to indicate that he is indeed listening.

"Good. Here's the deal, Straw Hat: I'm not joining up with your crew. I'm already a Heart Pirate under Law, I'm pretty sure I can't be one of your crewmates at the same time. So no, I won't be going with you to look for your friends. Don't interrupt," she warns sternly, for the boy has adopted a pathetically dejected look and is mumbling behind his gag. "I'm not going with you, but your brother will be."

Luffy leaps to his feet, going from dejected to enraged in half a second. He waves his fists at her angrily, shouting something through the gag. For a moment it looks like he might punch Kyra, so she makes a slow fist and wraps the pirate's entire body in a shell of onyx, leaving only his head uncovered so he isn't in danger of suffocation. She then throws up a shield around the both of them, because apparently Jinbei - who is marching over with some serious heat in his expression - heard that last comment and is not happy. A gesture of the hand has Straw Hat on his ass on the ground again, a literal captive audience.

"I was not finished talking, idiot. I said, I'm not going with you but your brother will be. What I would have added if you hadn't gone apeshit is that I'm willing to bring your precious big brother back from the dead. I've got his corpse back at the sub. If you'll calm the hell down I'll let you up and we can head back."

Raising her voice slightly, Kyra calls to Jinbei without looking away from the dawning joy on Luffy's face. "You hear that, Jinbei? I'll let my shield down when you get calm enough that I don't have to worry about you trying to eat me or something. Might want to hurry up, the kid's ready to go, I think."

"...Are you toying with Luffy? Can you truly bring Ace back from the dead?" the saltwater samurai demands, disbelief quite plain in his voice.

Kyra gives a shrug as though totally unconcerned. "Done it before. Just 'cause this guy's had his innards fried shouldn't mean a whole lot considering I've brought back men whose bodies had been blown to pieces."

Straw Hat is simply wiggling with happiness at her words, a mixture of fierce joy and deep love in his eyes as he once again tries to speak around the magical gag. Kyra removes it and the boy burst into speech at once.

"Oh-my-gods-can-you-really-?-that's-freakin'-awesome-Ace-I'm-gonna-see-Ace-Jinbei-come-on-let's-go-let's-go-let's-go!"

The mage tentatively lowers her shield, relieved when she does not instantly lose her head by way of a pissed-off kung-fu kick. Releasing Straw Hat from his shell, she watches as the kid jumps to his feet and starts running in a circle around the clearing, screaming for all the world to hear that he's going to see his precious Ace again. The running and shouting cut off rather abruptly, however, when Luffy lets out a massive cough. Blood trickles from his mouth as he retches again and again, bent over with his hands on his knees. Jinbei is at his side at once, but Straw Hat soon straightens again with a slightly bloody smile for Kyra.

"Why are you still sitting down? Let's go!"

Kyra slowly struggles to her feet, leg muscles cramping from tiredness and her entire body sagging. She really wants to go to sleep. As soon as Ace is back in the land of the living, she's getting into her own bed and sleeping for the next several days.

Jinbei and Luffy lead the way back to Law's sub, the Supernova riding piggyback by order of the fishman. The silent Amazon women stay with Kyra as she plods along behind, dragging her worn-out body as fast as she can. Luckily Bepo is waiting at the very edge of the jungle. The bear darts into the treess and scoops the exhausted mage into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the sub. He sets her down in the grass on the edge of the cliff, next to her captain who is holding Luffy's prized hat in his hands and gazing out to the sea. Law looks over and smirks at Kyra, opening his mouth to say something only to be interrupted.

"Hey, you're that guy from Saboady! The guy with the bear! Hey, a bear! Are you guys the ones who patched me up? Thanks a lot, I owe you one!" Straw Hat darts over, ignoring the way that gorgeous woman from earlier starts swooning over him. "My hat!"

Law hands over the headwear, which Luffy immediately jams onto his pate with a grin.

"Kyra! When are you gonna fix Ace?"

"Just a moment, Mr. Straw Hat," the smirking surgeon cuts in smoothly, laying his warm hand on Kyra's shoulder. "Kyra needs to rest for a few minutes. Fire Fist isn't going anywhere, she has all the time in the world to fix him. Let her catch her breath for a moment."

Luffy stares at the two of them for a moment with a blank look before smiling brightly. "So she's tired. Okay! Hey, look at all the FOOOOD!"

And he tears off towards the small mountain of food that has been brought while Kyra was in the jungle, immediately digging in with gusto.

Kyra sits down rather abruptly, dangling her feet over the edge of the cliff and trying to catch her breath again after the return trek through the wilderness of the island. Law sits beside her, an annoying little smirk on his thin lips as he leans his weight back on his elbows and gives her a once-over. His eyes linger here and there, raising a blush on Kyra's cheeks as she scowls at him.

"What are you looking at?" she snaps. Law merely grins, quirking a single eyebrow at her.

"You, obviously," he drawls, flashing his perfect teeth at her as he smiles. Kyra grimaces, knowing full well she walked right into that one, and plops backwards to lie down so she has an excuse to close her weary eyes.

"You're going to be an annoying pain in my ass now that I can't just zap the shit out of you whenever you piss me off, aren't you?" she asks tiredly. She's still trying to wrap her head around that; her magic trusts Law enough to deem him no threat? To consider him an ally? A friend? The only other person ever safe from Kyra's magic before has been her mother. And this guy is... well, suffice to say perhaps her magic is not so great a judge of character as one might hope.

Fingers graze her cheek, brushing over her closed eyelids to sink into her hair.

"You have no idea."

Wonderful.

The sorceress makes no argument when the fingers in her hair gently begin to massage her scalp, relieving some of the headache her recent ordeal has brought on. She can feel herself slipping from wakefulness into unconsciousness and tries half-heartedly to fight it. She can't go to sleep yet. She still has to resurrect Fire Fist Ace, and Kyra's pretty sure she can't do that in her sleep.

Lips graze her ear as a deep voice whispers to her. "Go to sleep, my magician. Fire Fist Ace will still be here when you wake up. Just get some rest."

She ought to be saying something snarky right now, like 'personal space is a wonderful thing, jackass,' or "what the fuck do you mean, your magician?" Instead Kyra sighs in defeat and slips into dreams, Law's fingers on her skin the last sensation she is aware of.

A/N: Please review. Beta'd by Tomas the Betrayer.