Demon Tail
Chapter Three: White Hunter
By Era Fey
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Kidd mentally groaned at the interruption. Speak about cockblocker. Beneath him, Law chuckled in amusement at the face Kureha was making. Granted, in addition to her punkish clothing unsuited for women her age, her face was red either from anger or embarrassment. Kidd wasn't too sure which was it and he wasn't planning to stick around in the same room with the old doctor any longer to find out; that is, if the tightening of scalpel in her hand was any indication to her fury. For once, she managed to scare Kidd a little despite his huge ego. After all, Kureha was known for her eccentric treatments. Give her the wrong explanation and she would have no problem slicing off a finger or two and mend it back. While Kidd wasn't the type to back away from challenge, he certainly didn't want to give the crazy old bat any opportunity to dissect him.
"What are you two brats doing?" Kureha shrieked as she stormed into the room.
Getting off the bed, Kidd shrugged. "This guy got beaten up."
"Oh yeah? And do you think sex can cure injuries now?" She snapped, kicking the tall man in the shin.
Kidd's right eye twitched. "You are testing my tolerance, old hag."
"You want to talk about tolerance? I'll show you what tolerance is about!" Kureha attacked Kidd with her tiny scalpel. The man dodged easily and was about to counter when Kureha's furry reindeer barged into the room and knocked him off the ground.
"Fuck!" Kidd tumbled over a chair from the impact and landed awkwardly on the ground between two beds. "One of these days, I'm going to chop you up to pieces and feed your bones to the strays!"
The blue nosed reindeer flinched at his tone and quickly hid behind Kureha. "It's ok, Chopper. This muscle-head won't dare to mess with me if he knows what's good for him. I bet he is a softie at heart."
"That, I will have to agree." Law joined into the fray with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, shut up." Kidd rolled his eyes.
"Now let's look at you." Kureha leaned over the demon and lifted the bloody shirt, expecting serious wounds. "You look fine. The injuries are already healing. How is that even possible? The blood looks fresh." She said suspiciously as she pulled down the shirt and probed the legs. "Hm… your kneecaps are busted."
"I know." Law answered sourly. "Really, just give me a painkiller and I'll be running around town in an hour."
Kureha narrowed her eyes, feeling insulted. "Painkillers? Why, you might as well swallow poison pills and be done with your life! Brats these days! Are you even aware of the severity of these legs injuries? For all I know, you might not be able to walk ever again!"
"I know my body better than you do. When I said I'm fine, I'm fine! Stop fussing over me."
"Why you little idiot! Look when your bones are fractured, it takes-"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Law groaned. "I may not look like it but I'm a surgeon."
"You are?" Kidd blinked in surprise but the pair ignored him as they glared at each other intensively.
"So what? You can be a crook doctor for all I care! The important thing is you need a surgery right now."
Law's usual smirk fell. Kidd could tell the demon was losing the battle. Inwardly, it pleased him greatly to see Law losing his usual cool attitude. He quite liked the angry side of the little cool bastard. It was like pissing off a pompous cat and watched it hissed with its fur standing. Kidd knew it was only a matter of time before a livid, black tail materialized behind the incubus's lithe back.
"I'm not letting anyone come near with a knife. I'll operate on myself if I must. But then I don't need to! My kneecaps are mending right now as we speak. Have you ever heard of rapid regeneration?"
"Augh! You shitty brat! Stop trying to be smart and let me look at you or I will have Chopper give you our special anesthetic! Your choice!"
Kidd left the pair to argue about medicinal properties as he rested his eyes. He was tired as fuck from the adrenaline pumping through his veins when he tore the dark alleys apart to find Law. He also felt frustrated that he didn't have a chance to punch Peterman in the face. It irked him that it was Law, the supposedly victim he was supposed to rescue, did all the work while he stood like gaping like a fish. That was a huge blow to his pride. Scratch that. He did many things today that went against his principles. He ran to Law's rescue like a hero who lost his royal steed. He returned Law his demonic sword when he could have sold it to the black market and earned a fortune. He offered his precious coat to hide Law from public scrutiny. He even went as far as to bring Law to Kureha when he swore he would never step a toe in her place. Worse of all, he didn't mind taking Law just then in the bed. He cringed at the thought. What if Kureha hadn't interrupted them? Would he really fu-
"Damn that incubus. He used his fucking seductive charm again." Kidd reasoned to himself because there would be no other possible reason for his unorthodox action.
As his brain shut down from the noise of Law quarrelling with Kureha, Kidd's mind flew through various dreams. Things that was abstracted yet so real. His mind projected captions of recent events, replaying them in his dreams and twisting the memories. He vaguely remembered a scene of his childhood. At one point, he was almost there. He could almost remember where he heard of the name 'Trafalgar Law'. The memory seemed fresh yet distant. However, there was something sinister about that memory and he felt as if his subconscious was purposely locking that vital piece of information away. He tried to grasp onto that slippery memory but it vanished when he approached.
By the time he woke up, the sky had a dark orange hue to it. How long had he slept? Looking around, the bed Law had occupied was empty. Panic jolted him up to his feet. He could hear his heartbeats ringing in his ears. Dashing out of the room into the hallway, he was about to head for the street when he heard Law's voice coming from the kitchen. A quick déjà-vu flashed through Kidd's mind. Silently, he crept to the kitchen where delicious aroma filled the air. His stomach tightened at the scent. No wonder he was famished. He had skipped both breakfast and lunch.
"I still can't believe you are on your feet right now." Kureha stood next to Law near the stove. Chopper was lying next to the door. It glanced up at Kidd when he entered the kitchen and went back to its snoozing. "It's either I'm a miracle doctor or you are a monster."
Law only hummed in response. "So how much salt must I add to this?"
The old doctor examined the grilled filet the man was seasoning. "Just a few specks will do the work. It's looking good. Also, don't forget to stir the stew clockwise twice. Check the temperature. The meat will taste different if it's not cooked at the right temperature."
Kidd took a seat and looked around the messy kitchen. Plates and pots that were left unwashed in the sink were piling up into a small hill. The reindeer's brown fur was everywhere. It was a wonder how the animal withstood the summer heat wave in those thick fur. Just by looking at it was enough to make Kidd sweat.
Shifting his focus to Law, he studied the demon's slender body appreciatively while the other man dismissed his presence as Kureha continued to fire instructions like a Gatling gun. Kidd frowned. There was something extra attached to the front of Law's shirt that reached all the way down to his thighs. Leaning forward onto the table for a better view, Kidd's red eyes widened at the sight. Law was wearing an apron. And it was not just any Tom, Dick and Harry's apron. Kidd recognized that damned thing. Unquestionably, that apron belonged to Kureha and the old hag was perfectly fine with it. That by itself was an event worthy to be marked down in his imaginary journal. It was common knowledge among Kureha's acquaintances that she was never a charitable host. Touching her belongings even with her permission was a boot straight in the rear and out the house.
With a lot of mental coaxing, Kidd passed through the initial state of shock and entered the second phase of horror. His eyes flew back to the odd pair chattering over a boiling pot. It was only awhile ago that they were ripping each other's hair out; now they were acting like the newlywed wife cooking dinner with the mother-in-law.
"What sort of sorcery did he do to sway her off like that? It's creepy as fuck."
Through narrowed eyes, Kidd watched Law peeled onions under Kureha's vigilant guidance. The man was handling the knife like a professional cook. A swift flick of his skinny wrist and the onion was cleaved in pieces. Kidd couldn't help but notice how the demon was doing a great job following Kureha's confusing instructions to the dot. Once the strange cooking session was over, Kureha turned around and set the dishes on the table.
"You are awfully quiet today." She said, placing a hand on her bony hips.
"Did he cook all of these?" Kidd asked skeptically.
"Why don't you ask him?" Kureha jabbed her thumb at Law who was cleaning the fish's entrails into the garbage.
"I'm not eating anything he makes."
"Why is that?" She asked as she picked a thin strip of filet and plopped it in her mouth.
"In case you forget, Absalom puked foam this morning because he ate this guy's cooking."
Kureha snorted. "Am I puking foam now? Your friend is a self-educated surgeon. I tell you one thing. A person who can follow instructions from complicated medical books will have no problem following cooking instructions. I taught him some basic recipes and he turned them into a feast."
Eying his delicious scenting plates, Kidd hesitantly took a bite from the filet. He tongued the meat in his mouth, making sure it wasn't poisonous before gulping it down.
"So how is it, mister Eustass?" Law pressed his body over Kidd's and watched him eat another piece curiously.
"It's decent." Kidd said through gritted teeth.
"Decent only?" Law grabbed the half bitten piece from Kidd's fork and savored it. "You are such a liar."
"Decent is good enough. What more do you want me to say? Delicious?"
"Yes. Will it kill you to say that? Gee, you are so stingy of praise, mister Eustass."
Kidd's eye twitched. "You are infuriating."
"Likewise."
Kureha chuckled as her wrinkled eyes watched their bickering with interest. "It seems you find someone feisty to cope up with your hot temper, Kidd. I also think you are growing soft."
"What?" Kidd spat, ignoring the look of disgust on Law's face as the demon wiped the splattered food on his hand on Kidd's coat. "You are growing senile I'm afraid."
"Wait till I punch you a new face then we'll see who is getting senile." Kureha snarled. "It's getting late. Hurry up and finish your dinner. I want my beauty sleep."
Kidd unclenched his fists and stood up abruptly. "Let's go. It seems we overstay our welcome."
"Idiot, finish your dinner."
"I lost my appetite thanks to your disgusting talk." Kidd said as he grabbed his black coat from the back of the chair and draped it over his bare shoulders.
"Brat." Kureha sighed, causing her face to look a decade older. She leaned her bony back against the creaking chair and signaled Chopper to join her for dinner. "Oi, new brat. There are lots of things I want to ask you. Drop by some time."
"I will, doctor Kureha." Law smiled softly. "Next time we meet, I will surpass you in cookery. Be prepared."
A sudden loud laughter erupted from Kureha's hoarse throat. Kidd watched her slapped her thighs and shook her head, willing her trembling body to calm down. "A declaration it is!" She lifted a bottle of plum wine in the air and cheered. "A pleasure."
"Come on." Kidd turned on his heels and walked out of the clinic into the quiet street. Behind them, he could still hear Kureha's faint snicker. "Crazy old bat."
Not a single word was exchanged as they walked down the dim street. The vendors that had earlier paraded the main road retired to their own home, leaving the dirty cobbled street cold and unpleasant. Behind each building lurked a shadow, be it the homeless or thugs waiting to strike foolish drunkards. There was no one in particular venturing the street except the two of them. Occasionally, a peddler drove by in a hurry, not daring to slow down its pace to tease the robbers. Turning away from the main road into the less pleasant neighborhood, which was where Kidd's brothel stood a few blocks away, Kidd stopped, leading Law to collide onto his back with a surprised yelp. Throwing a grin at the confused demon, Kidd resumed the stroll.
"Don't follow so blindly."
"Fuck you," Law hissed, obviously ashamed of his unsightly mishap.
"I doubt that would happen." Kidd said.
"I can't go to your place."
Kidd didn't answer right away. "Why?" He asked, immediately hating the feeble tone he used.
"You ordered me to stay out of your place this morning. With my full name." Law huffed as he readjusted the long demonic sword to lean on his shoulder at a better angle. "Unless you take back what you said, I can't step a foot in there."
"Now that's an interesting piece of information." Kidd chuckled darkly. "So all it takes is for me to say a command with your full name included and you'll do it? Very convenient."
Law rolled his eyes. "It doesn't work all the time."
"How would you know? Did you have a master before? Is that how you know all the rules to it? You said you are a virgin yet you tease like a whore. So how did your previous master treat you?" Kidd said, purposely emphasizing the word 'master' to spite the demon.
"No one orders me around, mister Eustass. You will be very sorry if you think you have some sort of power over me."
"Let's test it out, shall we?"
Law raised a brow, confused. "What?"
"Bring out that tail of yours, Trafalgar Law." Kidd ordered. Like a magnet responding to its complimentary piece, the demon tail appeared instantaneously. The pure look of shock on Law's face was just adorable. "What are you doing to do now? Beat me in the head with that ridiculously big sword of yours?"
"You are dead." Law charged forward with his blade drawn.
"Come on Trafalgar Law, don't attack your master." Kidd cooed. To his own horror, his words didn't have any effect on the fuming demon. Fortunately, his survival instinct kicked in at the last second and he managed to escape a certain decapitation. "Fuck!" He cursed as he was forced to avoid another blow.
Kidd had no idea how long Law danced around, trying to pierce his body like a marshmallow to a stick. Instead of fearing for his death at the hands of a dangerous demon, Kidd was excited. It was awhile since he last fought with his life on the line. Back in the days, he and his gang had conquered the whole southern territory until all enemies turned into lapdogs. Ever since then, the thrill for bloodlust dulled during the period of peace. No one dared to challenge his authority. Everyone just whimpered at his command. That was probably why he left South Blue for Grand Line. He had heard rumors of amazing fighters here but much to his disappointment, the rumored fighters had lost past their prime and were all old and wrinkled up. Perhaps Kureha was once a beautiful aspiring doctor watching the street fights and tending the injured and dying alike. The golden days of street fighting were over, saved for a few drunken brawls and whores slapping each other in the ugly face.
Now, he had a formidable opponent slashing his blade at him like a roaring lion and the feeling that hit him was exhilarating. Avoiding a deadly cut from Law, Kidd gripped the demon's wrist, momentarily trapping him in close proximity before Kidd punched him in the cheek. Law staggered a few steps back from the blow and glanced up at Kidd with wide eyes.
"Revenge for last night, bitch!" Kidd spat onto the floor.
Just as quick as his smirk surfaced, Kidd found himself crashing into a pile of garbage. Wincing at the bruised ribs, he wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand.
Squatting down to meet Kidd at eye level, Law clicked his tongue. "Just as Peterman said earlier, don't mess with us, humans. You can't win no matter how much you try. It's part of nature."
"Say the guy who whimpers when his tail is grabbed!" Kidd growled as his hand reached for the swaying appendage in a lightning speed. "You make it all the more too easy, Trafalgar Law. Checkmate." He smirked and squeezed the tail with all his might. That earned him a throaty scream and Law's body went limp in his arms. It was an instant knock out. A victory but not the way Kidd liked it. It was cheap and underhanded.
After all the troubles the incubus led him through, the temptation of ditching Law next to the garbage was tantalizing. While his mind debated over the different options, his body finally eased away the pain Law inflicted upon him. He stood up and dusted his coat. Kidd liked causing troubles to others but never to himself and the demon laying on the floor might as well carry a signboard with him that screamed: 'TROUBLEMAKER!'
He picked up the demonic sword from the ground and sheathed it. Taking a few steps away from the dumpster, away from the source of his recent turmoil, Kidd set his sight firm on his brothel a two blocks down the street. He must have overstayed at Kureha much later than he thought. The brothel was dark, indicating that the business was done for the day. Vaguely, he felt the sword in his hand pulsed as though it was alive and wanted to return to its rightful owner.
"Well, fuck you too then." Kidd snapped at the sword. Glancing back at the fallen demon, he bit back a groan. Law just looked so vulnerable on the ground -absolutely pathetic that his guilty conscience was shouting obscenity at him. Turning back and hauling Law over one shoulder, Kidd ran his hand through his red hair. "I'm doing this to ensure a nice spar later. Nothing more." He said, trying to convince himself in a poor attempt.
Walking up to the front door of the brothel, Kidd fished out his key and unlocked the lock. When he tried to take a step forward, he felt repel by an invisible barrier and almost causing him to lose his footing.
"The fuck?"
He tried and failed again.
Realization hit him when he dropped Law on the ground and walked through the barrier. It wasn't repelling him. It was repelling the demon like a charm.
"Now I get it." Law's words made sense now. Going back and grabbed Law by the arm, Kidd leaned low and whispered to the demon's ear. "Well, I retract my previous order. Home sweet home, Trafalgar Law." Taking a deep breath, Kidd tried again with Law and they went through. "This is fucking weird." He made a face.
The strangeness that accompanied Law was starting to freak Kidd out a little. Still, Kidd wasn't particularly against the novelty. In fact, he quite liked the change from his otherwise monotonous life. Silently, he made his way up to his room, not wanting to face Killer who he was sure would interrogate the fuck out of him for his disappearance. Throwing Law on his large bed and the demonic sword on his table, Kidd stripped out of his old clothes and took a bath. He scrubbed away the blood that belonged to various people: Peterman, Law and himself. Once cleaned, he stripped Law out of his torn and bloodied shirt, leaving the pants intact. Kidd didn't trust his libido well enough not to attack the demon if he got rid of the pants.
He joined the demon in the bed and placed a third pillow between them. From experience, he certainly didn't appreciate any of his bedmate to roll around and cling onto his body like a koala to a tree. He shut his eyes for a moment to sort out his mind but he couldn't resist the lure of sleep and succumbed.
"What the fuck, Kidd? Wake up!" Kidd's eyes snapped open to glare at Killer.
"What?" He snapped. The morning sun hurt his eyes.
"Where the fuck were you yesterday? I searched the whole town for you." Killer snarled. "And why is he in your bed?"
Kidd blinked confusingly at Killer and followed the man's accusing finger to the warm body hugging his own. The pillow that was in between had conveniently disappeared.
"Long story."
"I have all the time of the world to listen." Killer insisted. "What happened? Since when you became a…"
"Don't go that way, Killer." Kidd glared murderously at his right hand man. "Don't even try."
"Explain then so I can understand. Did he blackmail you or something? I knew something was up since he made an appearance yesterday morning. You looked like you had seen a ghost."
"It's none of your business." Kid dismissed and slapped Law in the face, efficiently snapping the demon out from his oblivion. "Get up already."
"Ouch!" Law sat up and caressed his cheek. He snarled and was about to spurt curses when he looked at Kidd then at Killer and shut his mouth.
"Go prepare breakfast." Kidd ordered.
The demon frowned at the tone but he didn't object. He slipped away from the bed, grabbed one of Kidd's shirts from the closet and disappeared down the hall.
"What the hell? Didn't you remember what he did to Absalom yesterday? That guy can't cook!" Killer yelled. "Have you lost your mind?"
"I'm fucking fine."
"Explain damn it!"
Kidd pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "What do you want to know first?"
"Are you gay?"
"No."
"Then why is he in your bed?"
"Look, we didn't do anything. Do you think you would be able to sleep peacefully if I was shagging someone?"
"So where were you yesterday?"
"He got into a fight and we went to Kureha to-"
"You went to Kureha?" Killer repeated his words as though he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, we went to Kureha. Guess what? Those two became best buddies and even had a cooking session together. The food tasted great by the way."
"I think you lost your marbles, Kidd."
"You want me to pull down my pants and show you they are still attached to me?" Kidd snarled. He had enough of Killer's bitchy accusations.
"So he got into a fight, you went to Kureha and came back late at night. That was it."
"Exactly like that." Kidd confirmed. He had no idea why he wasn't telling Killer the whole truth despite he trusted the man with his life. "So are we done? I'm fucking hungry."
"For now." Killer mumbled and followed Kidd to the dining room where everyone gathered.
"Where vere you, Kidd-boy?" Ivankov asked when Kidd sat down and drank his usual black coffee.
"Who is making breakfast? We were so hungry yesterday that we had to cook for ourselves! Both lunch and dinner! Bring back the old cook!" Bonney whined.
"Where did Nova go?" Hancock asked, folding her arms under her large breasts.
"Shut the fuck up, all of you." Kidd grunted. He really ought to eat separately from this nosy crowd one of these days.
When Law emerged from the kitchen with breakfast in his hands, the room fell silent. Everyone was either staring at the demon or at Kidd accusingly.
"I'm never eating his food!" Absalom banged his fists on the table and stood up. "Why is he anywhere near the kitchen?"
"He's our new cook. So you better get used to the idea." Kidd answered nonchalantly.
"What?" Bonney leaped up from her seat as well.
"Don't worry. It's perfectly safe this time. Mister Eustass being alive today after eating my food last night is my proof."
Kidd wished the demon hadn't said that. Now he felt every pair of eyes burning his soul, especially Killer's eyes hidden behind his mask.
"If it's safe, you eat it first, Kidd." Absalom smirked.
"I'm not a whim like you." Kidd answered and gobbled down the plate for everyone to see.
"Isn't he sweet?" Law cooed at Killer to spite him.
"I don't know what you did to Kidd but mark my words I will find out soon enough." Killer retaliated.
After witnessing Kidd's brave sacrifice, the group reached a silent agreement that the food wasn't going to kill them. Slowly, they cut the smallest slice of bacon and chewed it carefully in their mouth.
"Oh my god, it's delicious!" Bonney cried out in excitement. She lifted the plate from the table and poured the food into her wide, waiting mouth. Law cringed slightly at the sight but was pleased by the effect his cooking had on his tasters.
Breakfast ended peacefully with no one suffering from food poisoning. "Well, it's settled then. Everyone agrees he stays as the cook?"
"Yes!" Bonney grinned widely and danced around Law, wanting to hug the demon but he danced away politely.
"Good, I expect good work from you guys today." Kidd nodded and waited for everyone to leave the dining room before glaring at Law. "If you are staying, we are setting some ground rules." Law shrugged and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Kidd to gape. "Oi! I'm still talking, you bastard!"
"Calm down, mister Eustass." Law reappeared with a plate of sliced fruits. Kidd recognized the local fruits but among the usual apples and oranges, there were a few pieces of a foreign fruit that looked like it was imported from somewhere else.
"What's this?"
"Homemade desert." Law placed the plate in front of Kidd. "Go on, try this." He forked the exotic fruit and fed it to Kidd.
Kidd resisted the urge to vomit out that piece of fruit. "Fuck. It tasted like shit! Where did you get that?"
"Oh, it's just a fruit from my world."
"I beg your pardon? Your world?"
"The demon world as you put it. We call it the Devil Fruit."
"A what fruit?" Kidd quickly gulped down his black coffee to erase the foul taste on his tongue. "Don't feed me random shit again."
"It's not so bad. I think you will like the… result."
"You are such a bitch. If I puke out my liver after this shit, I'm throwing you into a horde of horny demons you so fear."
"Doubtful." Law growled and ate a piece of apple from the plate.
"So how long have you been in my world?" Kidd asked, surprising the demon with the unusual question.
"A week ago."
"That short? You have never been here before last week?"
"No. There was no reason for me to come over here if it wasn't for the mating session. Why are you asking?"
"Nothing." Kidd looked at the swirl of his black coffee.
"Alright," Law shrugged. The atmosphere was tense with both men looking away from each other. "I hardly have this much fun before."
Kidd looked up at the demon staring at the fruit plate. "Elaborate."
"There's nothing particularly interesting happening in the demon world. Just the same old evil of everyone trying to rule over anyone. It gets childish after awhile. I mean at least you humans are different. Your kind has different ambitions, different personality, let's just say there's a lot of variations."
"We are actually boring as hell." Kidd objected but a loud clash coming from the entrance hall interrupted his chain of thought.
Arriving at the scene, Kidd took note of the scared customers huddled up in the corner. Absalom was on the floor out cold. Killer was nowhere in sight which struck Kidd as something odd. His right hand man was supposed to be on guard. His disappearance annoyed Kidd more than usual. Turning his attention back to the source of trouble, standing firmly on his ground was Ivankov blocking a man from their view. "Sir, you can't just barge up here without booking an appointment."
"I'm not here for that type of business." The man's voice was deep. "Get out of my way."
"What's going on?" Kidd interfered. As much as he loved violence, he didn't tolerate violence at his place.
"Kidd-boy!" Ivankov sighed in relief. "This man, he-"
The man ignored the transvestite and shoved him aside to meet eye to eye with Kidd. "Are you the owner of this whorehouse?"
Kidd eyed the man who shared the same body built as his. Strong muscles flexed as the man moved to pull the two cigars from his mouth. Like him, the unnatural white haired man draped a large coat over his naked shoulders like a cape. Kidd felt his red eyes twitched in response to their physical resemblance.
"Yes, I am. So what's your problem?"
"It's not you I have a problem with…" the man trailed off, scanning the crowd carefully. "The air is unpleasant."
"Oi, if you don't like it here, the door is behind you." Kidd hissed. "Retard."
The white haired man narrowed his eyes at the insult. "There's something strange about you."
Kidd snorted. "Right. You know what I think? I think there's something wrong with your hair color."
Looking down at the unusual weapon in the man's hand, Kidd frowned. He recognized it to be a 'jutte' as an Asian weapon dealer had once informed him when he was shopping for rare weapons at the black market.
"What do you want?" Kidd asked, putting on his own form of intimidation. "If it's a fight, I will gladly take you on."
"There is a sudden increase of demons roaming this area recently." The man paused, studying Kidd's perfect poker face. "I heard rumors that you are sheltering a very… troublesome demon."
Kidd felt Law gasped behind him. He didn't blame the demon for giving himself away. His own heart was hammering hard against his chest. How did the man know? "I have no idea what you are talking about." He lied.
"I believe you do." The man persisted. "Where is that demon? It would be best if you just hand it over to me."
"You are crazy."
The man tore his glare away from Kidd and focused on Law who was trying to blend into the crowd with no avail. "You are playing a very dangerous game." He looked back at Kidd.
"Oh yeah? And who the fuck do you think you are?"
The white haired man pointed the tip of the jutte at Law and smirked. "I'm a hunter specialized in… exterminating demons."
To be Continued...
Oh yeah, another sexy beast OP character is making an appearance. *Fainted* too much sexy characters overload... I'm going to hell~
Law you better start running! Go! Go!
To sum up what happened in this chapter, you got:
1) Kureha's clinic and happy cooking time... (I agree that part is weird as hell LOL)
2) The spar at night (Kidd... you naughty man. Stop touching that tail already!) ... and Law feeding Kidd a Devil Fruit... (I'm really going to Hell now)
3) Mr. Sex-on-Legs #2, Smo- *cough* -ker
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