Chapter 15
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but Kyra was my idea.
Beta'd by Tomas the Betrayer.
Kyra groggily opens her eyes, wondering why she has a pounding headache and why her pillow is gently moving up and down. Deciding that she really can't be bothered to care when she could be sleeping instead, the sorceress burrows her face into the surprisingly firm cushion and closes her eyes again. She is warm, comfortable, and aside from the headache she feels pretty good. Nothing else is important at the moment except catching a few more minutes in dreamland before the crew starts bitching for their breakfast.
She's already halfway unconscious again when gentle fingers move from where they rest on one hip to slip under her shirt and caress the skin there. Kyra grunts, shifting to get away from the tickling appendages and huddling closer to the warm pillow. The fingers persist, stroking their way over the scars on her back until the hand they are attatched to is pressing its palm flat between her shoulder-blades.
The fuzzy question of just who is rubbing her back has sleepy blue orbs cracking open once more, gazing blankly at the yellow fabric in front of her face. Raising her head a little, Kyra is momentarily baffled to be looking down at Law's favorite hoodie, its Jolly Roger grinning up at her. Why is Law's hoodie on her pillow?
"Good morning, my magician," that annoyingly husky voice says from far too close at hand. Her stomach clenching in dread and her heart in her throat, Kyra lifts her eyes up her pillow until she meets her captain's amused stare.
She has been using Trafalgar Law as a pillow all night long. Trafalgar Law. Her pillow.
...Fuck my life!
The panicked girl leaps to her feet, completely forgetting that she is in a bed in her haste to get away. She therefore tangles her feet in Law's sheets and goes crashing to the floor, narrowly avoiding severe damage to the cranium as her head clears the corner of the surgeon's desk by inches. An instant later has Kyra on her feet, flinging sheets everywhere and sprinting towards the door. She plans to dart out the door and go lock herself in her own bathroom until she's no longer in danger of dying from shock and embarassment.
Her brilliant plans are dashed when Law manages to grab her, pulling her back with him as he flops onto his mattress. Terrified, Kyra shields in a desperate bid to protect herself and nearly screams in frustration when her fucking magic stretches to include the pirate. Stupid traitorous stuff!
"Let go! Let go of me right now!" she squeaks, instantly mortified - she had meant to scream that, not squeal like a stuck pig.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" the sadistic bastard purrs, going so far as to nuzzle the crook of Kyra's neck with his nose. She can hear and feel him taking a deep breath, drawing in her scent, and it does nothing to calm her down. If anything, the mage is now officially freaked out: the guy's sniffing her just like his bear did weeks ago and she seriously doubts its for the same reasons. Kyra lashes out and tries to punch him.
"Will you stop that, you creep?" Her voice once more comes out about six octaves too high, heightening her mortification to an all new extreme.
He does so, releasing her amidst slightly sinister chuckles that have Kyra fleeing all the more swiftly until at last she slams the door of her bathroom behind her and collapses on the cold floor. She covers her burning face with her hands, embarrased beyond all belief. Gods, she slept with her head on Law's chest! He's going to give her shit about this forever, she just knows it! What about the crew? Kyra groans at the very thought of what they will say if they find out; the bastards all love to tease her.
It is with great reluctance that Kyra enters the galley some time later, glancing around nervously and feeling absurdly relieved to find the room empty. She knows that this will not last long once she begins to cook, but at least her evil bastard of a captain isn't waiting to start harassing her immediately. Maybe if she is very lucky they will make it through breakfast without Kyra suffering the uncontrollable urge to kill everyone in the room. She removes a packet of bacon and the carton of eggs from the fridge and sets them on the counter before crouching down to dig a skillet out of the bottom cabinets. The mage has noticed that the most recent of Law's kitchen bantering has been done at a distance if she has her hands on large, heavy pots, so maybe the cast-iron monstrosity will keep him the hell away from her while she cooks.
Or she can simply whack him over the head first chance she gets. His choice.
The cranky woman has yet to finish heating her skillet when their reclusive navigator Gable comes tearing through the galley at breakneck speeds, screaming his captain's name at the top of his lungs.
"Captain Law! Enemy ship on approach, Captain! Enemy ship coming up on the starboard!"
Enemy ship? Kyra wonders if this means Marines or rival pirates. Turning off the stove and returning the food to the fridge with a negligent gesture, Kyra leans against a counter and waits for Law to come through the room. He'll doubtless have orders for her. She'll listen, and as long as he doesn't tell her something stupid like 'stay inside' or 'hide in your room' she supposes she can do what he says. The sorceress is curious; she has never really seen the Dark Doctor in a full-out battle before. Will he end up using that strange Devil Fruit ability to rearrange body parts? That would be very interesting to see.
The subject of her thoughts strolls nonchalantly through the galley a moment later, followed closely by the big man called Jambarl with Bepo rushing along behind. Most of the rest of the crew follows, carrying an array of weapons that seem to include everything from pistols to clubs to butcher knives. Law slides a lazy glance Kyra's way, tilting his head in a beckoning gesture. She pushes off the counter and follows the pirate crew up to the deck, not bothering to find a weapon. All she'll need is her magic, that's weapon enough for her.
As soon as she is on deck, Kyra pushes her power out to shield the entire ship just in time to intercept the first wave of cannon fire. The balls explode harmlessly against the protective bubble as the Navy ship barrels through the water towards them. A commanding voice yells something and is answered by what must surely be a rousing battle cry from the rest of the military personnel on the vessel, all of whom line the railing from fore to aft with weapons held at the ready in preparation to board. Lifting a bored eyebrow, the magical menace of the Heart Pirates raises a hand in the air above her head and begins to bring it down, fully intending to use her powers to slice the approaching ship in two.
"Don't, Kyra."
Halting her movement, Kyra shoots a quizzical look at her captain. Law is standing very close beside her, gazing at the oncoming enemy with a wild grin on his face. His long sword has been drawn from its sheath and now the blunt edge rests against its wielder's shoulder as he practically vibrates with anticipation. He returns her look and winks at her cheekily.
"Can't have you stealing all the fun again, my magician," he drawls out. "Lower your shields once you've destroyed that ship's cannons. The boys and I would like to play too - let them board us."
Kyra is fast becoming convinced that her captain is insane. "Are you serious?"
"Completely."
Yup, he's nuts. And judging by the huge smirks gracing the visages of all the men ranged around the deck of this ship, his crew is just as bat-shit as he is. Why else would a bunch of men with no extraordinary powers look to be as pumped about the chance to fight in a death-match as these guys are? Maybe they're all just adrenaline junkies or something. Shrugging her shoulders, Kyra carefully obliterates every cannon on the enemy vessel before dropping her shields and leaning against the sub's metal railing to wait. The Marines are within firing distance but it will take a couple of minutes before they are close enough to board.
"Do you want me to fight or can I just sit back and watch?" she inquires, kind of hoping he'll let her sit this one out. She's really curious about his Devil Fruit and it will be somewhat difficult to watch if she's busy butchering people. Law's grin grows wilder and the look he gives her is decidedly creepy.
"Something you're hoping to see, Kyra?" he purrs at her, reaching over and stroking a tanned finger down her arm. Kyra shifts away, forcing down the heat that wishes to rise in her face and wishing she had put on something with long sleeves after her shower this morning instead of a tank top. She shrugs again, keeping her eyes fixed on the ship in front of them.
"You've seen me fight," she reminds him, referring to their initial encounter on Saboady. "Now it's your turn. Surely Trafalgar Law isn't shy, right?"
Law pretends to be considering something for a moment, tapping the back of his blade against one shoulder. "Well, I suppose that would be alright as long as you don't just stand around while my men get killed. If you'll help them should the need arise, then I will allow you to watch rather than actively take part in this fight. After all, it's not every day that a pretty lady requests that I do battle for her sake."
Kyra scowls at him in annoyance. "You just love twisting people's words so they fit your own purposes, don't you?"
The Surgeon of Death merely smirks at her.
Smug bastard.
Instinct has the sorceress crouched down on her haunches just a second before some idiot in a Marine uniform goes flying over her head, sword in hand and screaming for all he's worth. His companions soon join him, and in no time flat the submarine is like a warzone. Kyra puts up a small shield around herself and watches with interest as the quiet, shy first mate emits bone-jarring snarls and swipes his razor sharp claws across the faces of all the soldiers stupid enough to come near him. She watches the gargantuan figure of Jambarl take a sword to the arm without so much as flinching. He then proceeds to wrap one hand around the attacker's throat and snaps his neck like a twig before tossing the body overboard. A casual flick of a pinkie here or there is enough to save a pirate from a stab in the back or a gunshot from a distance, so Kyra is free to observe as her captain steps into the melee and puts his hand palm-down out in front of him. He grins like a maniac and mouths a single word.
"Room."
A vaguely familiar revving fills the air as a large blue sphere engulfs Law along with quite a substantial number of Marines. The curious mage watches closely as the smirking Supernova lifts his sword and slices it multiple times through the air. Incredibly, every single Marine inside the sphere instantly breaks into several pieces as their arms, legs, and heads detach from their torsos. Even more amazing, the pieces hang suspended in the air without spilling a single drop of blood; it is as though these floating body parts are completely natural to the human condition. Eyes wide, Kyra looks on as Law moves his hands in an almost hypnotizing pattern before him with a murmur of "Shambles", causing the limbs and torsos to start flying crazily around the sphere until random body parts begin to connect with one another. So it is that when the blue globe disappears, the crowd of Marines caught within it lie helpless upon the deck of the sub, their bodies thoroughly scrambled.
It's probably one of the coolest things Kyra has ever seen.
"Law, you crazy bastard," she breathes, awestruck as mismatched Marines begin wailing for help from their otherwise occupied comrades. "That was awesome. Please say you'll show me that again sometime. Does that even hurt them? They weren't bleeding at all and you cut them into pieces from a distance! How'd you do that?"
The pirate grins smugly. "Magic."
Oh that's so funny, ha-ha. Jackass.
A roar of pain jerks Kyra's attention around in time to see Bepo collapse, blood sprayed down the front of his orange suit as one of the remaining soldiers yanks a sword from the bear's chest, its tip broken off. Enraged, Kyra races towards the fallen bear as several other Marines prepare to kill the fluffy creature, leveling the barrels of their pistols at his head. A wave of one hand turns the weapons into dust, and in the next second all of them have exploded in a shower of blood and guts. Law is instantly at Bepo's side, jerking the zipper of the orange clothes down and yanking the fabric out of the way as the Heart Pirates handily finish dispatching their enemies. Bepo lies very still under his captain's hands, beady black eyes blinking up at the sky until Kyra crouches opposite Law and puts a hand in the bloody fur.
"Want me to heal him? Or teleport you both to the infirmary?" she asks, fighting to keep her voice even. That fucking Marine stabbed his sword deep. What if he hit something important? Is Bepo going to die? The crew clusters around the trio worriedly, muttering amongst themselves.
"Infirmary," Law says at once, his voice unusually tight. There is cold anger in every line of his face, not a trace of the earlier smirk present. He is pissed in a way Kyra has never seen before, and she wonders just how much Law truly cares about his fuzzy first mate.
"We'll take care of the trash up here, Captain," Sachi blurts out from behind her. "Want us to sink the ship?"
"No," is the curt reply. "Leave it, I want to snoop around it later. Kyra, the infirmary. Now."
They are in the desired room an instant later, Bepo's bulky form deposited gently on one of the uncomfortable beds. The sorceress backs over to the door, out of the surgeon's way as he rushes around gathering tools. The bear turns his head to look at her, his face shifting into what might be concern.
"Are you okay, Kyra? You smell funny," he says, as though it is her lying in that bed with a chunk of steel inside her.
"I'm fine," she replies rather gruffly, averting her eyes down and wondering how she smells 'funny' to her crewmate's sensitive nose.
"Thanks for helping me."
Kyra shrugs, eyes still on the floor. She says nothing while Law works on Bepo. There is nothing to say. The bear is hurt because she had not been paying close enough attention, too busy gawking at her captain's wicked cool Devil Fruit abilities. If she had been watching like she should, Bepo would be just fine and the sliver of metal Law has just extracted would never have been in the bear's chest in the first place. She likes the big goof. He is the first of the crew who expressed any indication that he gave a shit about her. She should have been paying attention.
As soon as the captain says the word, the sulking sorceress comes over and lays her hands gently upon the bear's chest. She forces healing magic into him, carefully fixing any damage done and removing the blood that soaks his fur. When Kyra steps away with a nod, Bepo sits up and readjusts his suit so that he can once again zip it up. He seems to be completely fine, the only sign of his injury the blood that stains the orange fabric. Kyra puts a finger over the tear where the sword pierced the bear's clothing, mending it and getting rid of the blood in an instant.
"Thank you."
Kyra grunts, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she follows the captain and the first mate out of the infirmary. He shouldn't be thanking her. It's her fault he got hurt in the first place. Stupid bear.
It isn't until later that day, after Law has pilfered several folders worth of documents and a trunk stuffed with gold and belli from the Marine vessel, that he allows Kyra to sink it (which is accomplished by way of a solid sheet of magic slicing the ship in two, much to the amazement of the crew). The Surgeon of Death comes over to Kyra where she sits with the men in the galley and lounges in his usual chair. Those grey eyes are sparkling weirdly, giving Law the look of a kid who knows some totally awesome secret and refuses to share. No one else seems to notice, as the crew has broken out a large collection of alcohol to celebrate their victorious battle and the majority of them are already shit-faced drunk.
"And what has my magician in such a foul mood?" the Dark Doctor drawls. Kyra huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the table.
"PMS," she retorts dryly, frown carving deeper into her face when Law simple chuckles. "Why aren't you getting trashed with the rest of these idiots?"
Sachi and Penguin choose that moment to swoop over and crush Kyra between them in a hug.
"Farewell to the harbor, to my old hometown!" they both simultaneously wail in her ears. "Let's all sing out with a DON as the ships set sail!"
Kyra cringes, shielding enough to push the singing idiots off of her. Really, Bink's Sake? The drunks in the bars at Saboady would sing that stupid song almost continuously. She's pretty sure her ears are bleeding.
"YOHOHOHOOOOO, YO-HO-HO-HOOOO! YOHOHOHOOOOO, YO-HO-HO-HO!" the entire crew bellows, mugs of beer smashing together in boisterous toasts and splashing the liquor all over the floor. The alcohol smell is starting to bug Kyra, so she stands from her chair and maneuvers through the singing crowd of drunks to head for the hatch and some fresh air. She notices immediately that Law is following her, but decides to ignore him until he says whatever he wants to say. Once outside, she walks over to the railing, turns around and sits with her back up against the cold metal and her legs stretched out in front of her. Turning her face towards the sky, Kyra takes a moment to bask in the sunshine, enjoying the warmth on her skin.
"You're upset about Bepo's injury earlier."
Way to kill the peaceful mood at the outset, Law.
"Why is that?" he further prodes.
This is an excellent question. Why is Kyra so unhappy that Bepo was hurt earlier? Why has it put her in such a foul mood? Why can't she get rid of the image of the bear's dead body behind her eyelids every single time she blinks? Why does the thought of seeing those two idiots Sachi and Penguin lying lifeless at her feet make her want to vomit? Why does the thought of Law with a blade through his heart or a bullet through his head make her want to scream and pour bleach into her ears until she kills the mental picture?
Why? It's rather simple really. Kyra has made a mistake.
"I'm such a fucking idiot," she groans as means of both answer and self-remonstrance.
Kyra has let herself begin to care about these goddamn shitty fucking pirates, and somehow she just knows this is going to come back to bite her in the ass somewhere down the line.
Law sits at his desk late into the night, poring over the documents he stole from the Marine. These are all files on his mysterious magician. Files that contain extensive notes in a masculine hand. Files that contain pictures.
Pictures of his Kyra.
The information is fascinating. He is learning more useful things from reading these papers than he has in the time the subject of said papers has been a member of his crew. These are the cold hard facts the observent surgeon might never have uncovered by way of questioning and watching alone.
Week 26, Day 2. Subject 769 underwent electroshock treatments today in an effort to draw out the black aura seen in previous experiments. Test ended in failure.
Week 41, Day 5. Subject 769 exposed to batch of mixed chemicals. Lasted twelve hours before seizing. Damage to lungs and trachea.
Week 87, Day 1. Subject 769 kills all but head of research R. Merrick. Other personnel spontaneously exploded while administering newest round of poisons.
Week 98, Day 6. Head of research R. Merrick performs heart biopsy on Subject 769 without the administration of anesthetic. Surgical tools disintegrate midway through procedure.
Week 124, Day 4. Subject 769 kills visiting researcher. Left hand driven through victim's chest. Punishment: locked in confined space with normal batch of mixed chemicals for the night.
769. Not once in any of the entries is Kyra referred to by anything other. There are six years, seven months, and three days worth of notes before the files end with a comment about the subject's escape. Attached to the files are official orders from the World Government to apprehend the pirate Demon Witch Kyra and place her in the custody of an Admiral, alive. The aforementioned pictures seem to be something of a growth chart, recording Kyra's height and weight for the approximate ages of twelve through eighteen. Law makes a mental note to get the girl on a weight scale sometime soon; the last recorded weight for her is severely under what is considered healthy for that height.
Law picks up the photograph of a twelve year old child. The facial features are easily identifiable as Kyra. Her eyes are what give the surgeon pause. They are so... old. He knows that Kyra has seen and experience much hardship in her life before joining his crew, but for a prepubescent to have the eyes of one at least fifty years her senior is very curious. What, he wonders, did Kyra go through as a young girl that she would look so world-weary just two years past her first decade?
Perhaps the answer has something to do with how she got those scars on her back, since they are not mentioned anywhere in the files of cataloged experiments. Perhaps it has something to do with how she became separated from her mother and was found washed up at the Navy docks of Saboady Archipelago. Law takes a moment to ponder what would be the best way to broach the subject, recalling that the last time he mentioned her scars his magician very aptly ignored the question. Funny how she told him about Merrick but won't say a word about what happened to her before then. He would have thought it would be the other way around. The Surgeon of Death laughs to himself; he should really stop trying to predict what Kyra will or will not do. He almost always ends up wrong, anyway.
Law is abruptly pulled from his thoughts by loud voices in the hall. Someone is banging on Kyra's door. Curious, the pirate rises from his seat at his desk and crosses to his own door, which he quietly pulls open. Sachi and Penguin stand across from him, the former knocking energetically upon the magician's door while the latter leans against the wall to his right and watches. Bepo is slowly ambling down the hall, something small and white clutched in his paws.
"C'mon, Kyra, open up!" Sachi calls, pounding his fist against the metal barrier a few times. "Bepo's got somethin' for ya! Open up already!"
That 'something' just happens to be Law's old hat. The bear had reclaimed it several hours ago, giving his captain a very similar cap with a short bill and the same white- and-brown-spotted fur. It is very comfortable to wear, and still provides an excellent amount of shadow from which to observe his surroundings without doing so in an obvious manner. Now it appears that Bepo has decided to gift the girl with his old one.
If she will come out of her room, that is.
After several more shouts from Sachi, the door cracks open enough for Kyra to stick her head out, her sopping wet curls dripping water onto the floor.
"Unless we're about to die, fuck off so I can finish my shower."
Sachi and Penguin both turn a shade very close to maroon as they all realize that Kyra has come to the door naked fresh from the shower. Sachi stutters incomprehensibly, waving a vague hand at Bepo until the giant ball of fluff ambles over and sticks out his paws. Even the bear's furry cheeks are miraculously tinged red - Law has often wondered if Bepo is the only bear in existence to possess the ability to blush.
Kyra doesn't seem to notice. "What's that?"
"Just a present," Bepo mumbles as the girl swiftly grabs the hat while trying not to accidentally show more skin than necessary. She blurts out a quick thanks and is about to shut the door when she freezes, recognizing Law's old hat now held in her hand. The door bangs shut again after a short pause.
Ten minutes later Law wanders into the kitchen in search of something to drink, smirking in Kyra's direction where she sits at the table with her hair wrapped in a towel and the hat in one hand. Bepo sits across from her, shaking his head as she whispers quietly and attempts to push the hat towards him. It would seem that the girl has decided to return the headwear after all.
"He won't care," Bepo assures her as Law busies himself in the liquor cupboard. "He said I could have it back when I gave him the new one, and I want you to have it. You're the only human on the crew that doesn't wear some kind of hat, and I wanted to give you something to say thank you for helping me after I got stabbed earlier. I've been meaning to give Captain that other hat soon, anyway. I've had it for a while."
Kyra is speaking so quietly that he is only able to pick up snippets of her words. "...Law's old hat... weird... please just..."
"But why?" Bepo inquires as Law pours a healthy measure of gin into a glass. "How is it weird? It's just Captain's old hat. Don't you like Captain?"
The pirate looks over his shoulder in time to catch his female subordinate's horrified expression. Priceless. He'll have to remember to get some fresh fish as a way to subtly thank Bepo for giving him something else to relentlessly tease Kyra about. She sees that he is watching and flips him the bird, much to his amusement.
"Smart-assed, sadistic, cruel, creepy, takes fiendish pleasure in annoying the hell out of me," Kyra drones, ticking the points off on her fingers. "Yeah, sure Bepo. What's not to like?"
"But don't you think he's handsome? Most human girls think Captain's really good looking."
"...Is this the part where you tell me that Law is really in to the whole bestiality thing, and you two have some kind of sick, kinky fuck-buddy relationship going on?"
Law, who has just taken a generous sip of his drink, promptly comes very near to spitting it out all over the the place.
"You're weird, Kyra."
"Well you two are really close and you're harping on about how handsome he is! It sounded to me like-"
"You think he's handsome?"
"What? I didn't say that!" Kyra sounds mortified; Law would turn to look at her again, but he has yet to regain his composure after that last comment. "Are you like his bear-clone or something? Why do you two always twist my words around?"
"So does that mean you think I'm handsome too? Because you're really pretty for a human, but I like bears. Girl ones. I don't think a relationship would work very well between us."
Next comes the sound of something thunking repeatedly against a solid object. Picking up the gin bottle and taking out an extra glass, the Dark Doctor turns and walks to the table where Kyra is currently smacking her head against its surface yet again. He sets the extra glass down in front of her bowed head with a smirk, plopping comfortably into his own seat and giving himself a refill before pushing the gin towards her.
"How's the wound from earlier, Bepo?" he calmly asks his first mate, giving no indication that he has been listening to the previous conversation.
"Fine, Captain. Kyra healed it completely, so it doesn't hurt or anything."
The surgeon nods, pleased with this news, then reaches out to pick up the hat which Kyra has placed upon the table. "And what's so wrong with accepting my old hat, Kyra? It's very clean, I assure you."
His magician lifts her head off the table and looks at Law as though he is insane. "Men give their hat to a girlfriend. I'm not your fucking girl, Law. I don't want the hat."
"Ah, but technically, I'm not the one giving it to you," Law reminds her. "And as Bepo told you, his affections run for his own species rather than ours. So there's really no reason for you to feel as though you have to refuse it."
She sends him a truly spectacular death glare that has him smirking widely in reply. She can't know that the thought of her wearing his old hat is in fact very appealing to him. Kyra wears her mother's necklace and Mr. Merrick's signature; now she will don Law's hat and, hopefully soon, his Jolly Roger in the form of a tattoo. Now everyone who sees her will know without a doubt that the girl belongs to him. She can't possibly refuse the hat now that Law has handily brushed aside her main reason for rejecting it, not unless she wants to risk hurting the feelings of the extremely sensitive Bepo.
Sighing in resignation to her fate, Kyra reaches over and grumpily snatches the hat from Law, yanking the towel from her head and jamming the it down over her damp hair.
"There, happy?" she snaps. Across from her, Bepo beams.
"I'm glad you like it. Good night, Captain. Call me whenever you need to go to sleep, Kyra."
Kyra flinches as the bear ambles off, shooting another glare at Law. He says nothing, merely sips on his gin and smirks at her while enjoying the sight of his magician in his hat. He wonders for a moment how many obscenities she would spit at him if he were to request that she pull a rabbit from the furry cap.
Law decides to file that idea away for a later date.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" the girl accuses, eyes narrowed almost to slits.
"Nonsense. Whatever has made you so paranoid, my dear?"
He watches in amusement as she twitches at the endearment. "You're a bastard, have I told you that recently?"
"A handsome bastard whom you like."
She twitches again. "I did not say that! You were standing over there listening and failing to be sneaky! You heard what I said, you jerk!"
"I did. I'm flattered that you have such a high opinion of me, Kyra. I had no idea. You should have said something sooner, we've wasted quite a bit of time during which we could have been having... fun."
Law deliberately drops his voice an octave for the last word, immensely pleased when his magician shivers at the sound. She's so responsive to his verbal teasing that he doubts he will ever grow tired of it. Would she be as responsive to a different type of baiting...? Such a question calls for an experiment or two.
The Dark Doctor rises to his feet, amused to no ends when Kyra immediately does the same. He steps sideways towards her chair, watching through lazy eyes as she takes a cautious step in the other direction to counter. While tag might be entertaining in different circumstances, it is not conducive to the test he wishes to implement. It would be difficult to gauge Kyra's reaction to his touch if she runs from him.
"Room."
A relatively small sphere springs up around the pair just in time for Kyra to back into it. Law smirks smugly as he close the distance between them even as she tries to cringe further away, his hands planting on the blue barrier to either side of her head and his body crowding into hers. The surgeon leans in slowly, deliberately lowering his head until his mouth is centimeters from brushing against the skin of his magician's neck. Kyra flinches, both of her deceptively delicate hands coming up to his chest and attempting to shove him away. Her magic is apparently not cooperating, much to her obvious frustration if the angry growl is anything to go by. Smiling to himself, Law blows gently on the sensitive skin before him and watches as goose pimples spring to life.
"What the fuck, Law! Get the fuck away from me, you creepy bastard!"
Law detests being ordered around. The Surgeon of Death parts his lips and allows the tip of his tongue to glide across his magician's skin, mentally cataloging the gasp-yelp hybrid that issues from her mouth. More wonderful blackmail material. The pirate very carefully takes a small amount of the girl's skin between his teeth, enjoying the taste of her and ignoring the fists pounding on his chest in protest.
"FUCKING SHIT TRAFALGAR LAW YOU GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL MAKE YOU A EUNUCH!"
It's so delightfully simple to work her into a frenzy, but Law isn't finished yet. This is slightly too enjoyable to stop now, especially when one considers that Law has not had the pleasure of a woman since leaving saboady. He relinquishes the flesh in his mouth and gives it another tender lick, following Kyra's jerky sideways retreat until her head collides with his arm. Once more he blows upon her gently; once more she shivers and squeaks.
"STOP IT YOU ASSHOLE LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyra howls, trying to duck under his arm. Law easily grabs her, spinning her so that her back presses against his chest and maneuvering so that he might once again sit in his vacated chair. He hugs the girl close to him and, temporarily relieving her of his old hat, buries his face in her cool damp curls that smell of lavender and iron and woman. She squirms against him, spewing vitriol at him as she struggles to pull herself from his grasp. This is quite the new experience for the fearsome physician, who is accustomed to women hanging all over him like parasitical vines. This change in the routine is really rather refreshing, not at all as off-putting as Kyra obviously intends it to be if the filth coming out of her mouth is anything to go by. Law grins mischievously, moving his hands until one is wrapped around both of her wrists and the other is firmly gripping her chin so he can turn her head towards him.
Time for another experiment.
His magician goes still and stiff as a board when Law lowers his lips to hers, kissing her chastely for a long moment before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and laving it gently with his tongue. He preempts any attempts at pulling away by removing his hand from her chin and fisting it in the curls on the back of her head, keeping her right where he wants her. The girl's teeth are an impenetrable wall between him and the cavern of her mouth, but that's okay. Law contents himself with licking slowly around the available surface, pausing to take long pulls from her unresponsive lips. Sweet, she is addictively sweet.
He makes a last circuit with his tongue before slowly withdrawing, being sure to keep his iron grip on her hands and head so she doesn't decide to attack him. The pirate can't help but smirk at the look on her face, taking in her shock and her glazed blue eyes as she stares at him with her mouth hanging open and her lips deliciously swollen from his attentions.
Loosening his grip on her just a little, Law leans in and murmurs in her ear, so close his lips once again brush against her skin.
"Go to bed, Kyra. With Bepo or with me, it's up to you."
She disappears in a blur of magic the instant he lets go of her, leaving Law to smugly begin plotting his next little experiment. Oh, what fun he plans to have with his little magician.
A/N: In case you didn't notice, I changed the rating to M. Thank you Mikila94 for the review concerning rating. Please review.