So it really has been months. Goodness gracious, I'm sorry guys. Honestly. Since there has been a remark that not much happened in the last chapter, I'll get some more Kid x Law action in and kind of abandon Killer and Penguin a little for now. Let me know if you want to see those two back again as well ;)
And uhm, I'll try to get into writing a little more regularly from now on but I won't only focus on ‚Catnip' only, so if you have any wishes concerning One-Shots, please let me know. Just sent me a message and wish for something and I'll see what I can do.
Anyhow, onto the next chapter! And again sorry for the long wait!
Kid is dumbfounded.
He's a pirate. A man of the seas. He's quite sure about it actually. Being a pirate, he had always been quite sure that a certain sense of direction was either innate or automatically given by the time a man had decided to become a pirate. And so far his sense of direction had been pretty good. Good enough at least, to dispose of his log pose every now and then, even in the New World.
Now he's standing on an abandoned country road, sure that he's been walking for the past two hours and it's slowly dawning on him, that he's either been walking in circles – unlikely though – or that this is the most fucking vast countryside he's ever seen.
"Where the fuck am I?"
It's not like him at all. Since his crew is still lacking a navigator, Kid had been the one steering them through various different seas, always without fail. And as soon as he's on dry land, he get's lost. Thrilling.
"And where is that fucking village?"
The heat is bearable without the thick coat but his stomach is starting to rumble.
In some distance he recognizes what seems to be a barn but no village anywhere. He huffs and wanders on, towards the homestead or whatever it is. Maybe he can find some food and water supplies and some shelter for the night. Without asking of course.
The farm – sure enough – is deserted, the locked door quickly kicked in and all cupboards and storage rooms searched. Someone must have left in a hurry and Kid is delighted to find all kinds of goodies and booze, just as well as a comfortable looking bed on the first floor.
The perfect place to recover from all the cuts and wounds and then move on to find his crew!
He chucks himself onto the sofa – which languishingly groans under his weight – and puts his dirty boots on the coffee table before he remembers his coat missing. And Law.
Law, whom he had abandoned in some forest, hurt and probably on the verge of death. And the nights do get cold around here.
He wrinkles his nose.
"Fuck him."
Closing his eyes, he decides to nap the thought away but all he sees in his head, is the badly bleeding and leaking wound on Laws leg.
"No no no, fuck him. Fuck him for good."
Actually, the Heart Pirate has never done anything bad to him. Besides being awfully annoying. And he's quite strong, so surely some guy to be respected. Would be a shame to let him croak that simply.
"Nope. I don't care."
Also Law was kind of right. He IS a doctor after all. Kid opens his eyes again.
"Fuck, I hate that guy."
Steps echo on the neatly polished white marble floor. Slim black boots, shining and quite large but definitely expensive and elegant.
Sunlight beams through ceiling high windows lining the corridor and before the owner of those exquisite boots can take another step, he is stopped by a guard. A guard trembling with fear.
"I- I must ask you t-t-to stop right here."
"Oh?"
"The admiral-"
"The admiral is expecting me."
"I- I know! I must h-however announce your arr-arrival first. O-Ordinance."
"Fine fine, announce me alright."
The guard hurries off towards a massive wooden door, decorated with golden ornaments. He knocks, then carefully opens it.
"Fleet Admiral? He's-"
"Send him in."
The door closes and the guard hurries back to find the expected guest utterly unimpressed.
"Done?"
"He's re-ready to see you now."
"Thought so."
The man hurries down the corridor without further delay, flings the door open without knocking and enters without hesitation, leaving a shocked guard behind.
"You're late."
"Only a little."
"So?"
"Everything went according to plan. I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"The bombing was a success. And a joy to watch I must say."
"How many did you get?"
"Two so far."
"Which ones?"
"Trafalgar and Eustass."
"Both ships sunk?"
"Completely destroyed."
"Good. Now get me the rest."
"You remember our deal?"
"You're not done with your part yet. I said all the rookies. I won't allow any of them to enter into the New World. Understood?"
"Perfectly."
Law stirs in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes.
He's not on the country road anymore. He's not even outside anymore. It's warm and dry and even though he feels a little light-headed, the little unconsciousness must have done him at least some good.
He looks around and finds himself in a small bedroom, walls and furniture made of stone and wood. Everything looks cosy and nice and a small fire burns in a fireplace across the room. The door opens but he can't see anybody entering until something hops on the bed by his feet.
Law raises his eyebrows.
The small grey tabby cat weasels across the covers, up to his face and, purring, nudges its head against Laws chin.
"Huh? Were are you coming from?"
His voice sounds raspy but he feels fine enough to lift his hand and slightly pet the purring thing.
"Jeez!"
The cat jumps, nearly falls off the bed and hurries across the covers only to rush straight under the bed. Law finds Kid standing in the doorframe.
"That fucking cat just sneaked in again. I kicked it out five times already."
The bedstead hisses at the redhead.
"Just leave it here."
"No way. Fucking fleabag."
"Can't be worse than your coat."
Right now Kid regrets what he has done.
Walking all the way back to this stupid forest, without his sense of direction leaving him again – of course not this time! – picking Law up who was still as unconscious as he had been when he first left him and actually carrying him back to this place. All the way. Shooing the cat away every now and then, that had been following them in a little distance.
"How about a little thank you or something?"
"Thank you for what?"
Kid stares at Law, dumbfounded.
"Thank you for what?!"
"Yeah."
"For dragging your sorry ass all the way to this fucking place, possibly?!"
"Oh, right. Thanks."
"God I hate you."
Kid turns on his heel, just about to leave the room when Law holds him back by trying to sit up a little but failing miserably.
"You probably shouldn't be moving, you're hurt."
"Thank you Captain Obvious. Is there some sort of a first aid kit at this place?"
"There is."
Kid points to a small suitcase-like thing that's standing beside the bed. Only then does Law notice the bowl of hot water sitting on the bedside table, as well as a small jar and a cup. He's quite surprised.
"Did you put that there?"
"No, it just happened to be just there."
"Ah, right."
Kid shifts a little, crossing his muscular arms across his naked chest.
"I'll be downstairs. If you need anything, fucking get it yourself."
With that he disappears and Law wonders whether the great Captain Kid actually feels uncomfortable after helping someone out. He smirks and tries to figure out a way to examine his wound without moving too much, when he notices something interesting.
As he pulls off the covers and glances at the wound on his leg, he notices that the stinking, dirty piece of cloth has been removed and that his leg is bandaged properly. He then notices that the piece of cloth in the washing bowl on the bedside table is a little bloody too.
Law rests his head back on his pillow and glances up at the ceiling.
Did he really do all this by himself, while the Doctor was still unconscious?
Something so unlikely for Kid to do?
The cat crawls from underneath the bed and hops back on the covers, cuddling up against Law's side. Hesitating at first, the Heart Pirate reaches out and starts stroking the grey fur, caressing the spot between the ears and underneath the chin.
"Well well well, who would've thought, right?"