Chapter 20 - Conspiracist in Law


Kuma, with his hulking frame softened by the tranquil atmosphere, cast his line into the rippling water with a practiced ease. Nearby, Kizaru reclined on a moss-covered rock, his usual laziness momentarily replaced by a contemplative peace.

"Admiral, have you ever thought about taking a break like this more often?" Kuma asked, his deep voice resonating with the calmness of the surroundings.

Kizaru, eyes half-lidded, grinned lazily. "Breaks are nice, but they cut into my nap time. Still, can't deny the appeal of a quiet river and the thrill of the catch."

As they shared a chuckle, Kuma felt a strong pull on his line. With a burst of energy that defied his usual stoicism, he skillfully reeled in a vibrant, flopping fish.

"Well done, Kuma!" Kizaru exclaimed, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up his usually laid-back demeanor.

"Say, Kuma…If I gave you about…fifty jealous people. Could you "repel" their jealousy and put it in a glass of wine ?"


Captain Usopp strolled up to a guy sporting a straw hat, a confident grin on his face.

"Ahoy there! I am Captain Usopp, the proud warrior of the sea and the bravest sniper you'll ever meet!" Usopp declared, puffing out his chest.

The guy in the straw hat smiled triumphantly "Ah ! Finally ! I found a Pirate to beat ! I'll be the legendary Warlord of the seas !"


Amidst the picturesque landscape of Amazon Lily, Boa Hancock observed Kizaru with an expression of love that defied her usual regal demeanor.

The Admiral had just found a raccoon and had put him on his head.

"Come on, little guy", encouraged Kizaru.

Then, with little gestures, he put the littles paws of the raccoon on his hair.

"Come on, make me cook something !".

The raccoon started munching on his hair.

"…Was it a raccoon ? Or maybe a little dog…"


"Say, Law, can you control sound in your "Room" with the Ope-Ope no mi ?", asked Kizaru.

"Yes, Admiral", answered Captain Trafalgar.

"Cool ! You are coming with me to kidnap Shank's daughter, then. Be careful, if you hear her singing, you can die".

Law swore as he was grabbed by the Admiral, and they disappeared in a flash of light.


Bad Explicit content - because I'm still not used to write it

In the moon-kissed embrace of Amazon Lily's gardens, Boa Hancock and Admiral Borsalino, Kizaru, found themselves enraptured in a dance that spoke of both passion and longing. The air hung heavy with the sweet fragrance of tropical blooms, weaving a romantic spell that heightened the allure of their clandestine tango.

Boa, draped in an exquisite emerald gown that seemed to have been woven to caress her every curve, guided Kizaru through the dance with a grace that spoke of sensuality. The gown, a masterpiece of intricate design, clung to her like a lover's touch, emphasizing the contours of her figure as she moved in rhythmic harmony with the music of desire.

Kizaru, an unexpected paragon of refinement, matched her every step with a precision that hinted at a deeper focus. His navy uniform, usually mundane, took on a newfound allure in the dance's intoxicating ambiance. Each touch, each fleeting glance exchanged between them, kindled a silent flame of longing that illuminated the moonlit stage of their shared passion.

Boa's eyes, pools of intense desire, locked onto Kizaru's with a gaze that stirred the very essence of his being. Her fingers, adorned in gloves that seemed to accentuate every touch, traced the lines of his uniform, a tantalizing dance of anticipation beneath the silver glow of the moon.

Kizaru, the usually laid-back Admiral, reciprocated with a touch that bespoke a smoldering tension beneath the surface. His hand, resting on the small of Boa's back, communicated a silent understanding, an acknowledgment of the magnetic pull that drew them ever closer.

And then, it happened—their lips brushed against each other, a delicate collision that ignited a wildfire of longing. Kizaru's hand, which had rested on the small of Boa's back, pulled her closer as the kiss deepened. The taste of desire lingered in the air, and the garden became an intimate haven for two souls surrendering to the irresistible force that bound them.

Boa's fingers, adorned with gloves that had traced the contours of his uniform moments ago, found their way into Kizaru's hair, weaving through the strands with a gentle urgency. Kizaru, usually a master of languor, responded with an intensity that belied his laid-back persona, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of Boa's jaw.

Then, they separated. Their breathing, previously calm and measured, was now heavy and labored. Kizaru, usually so composed, could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Boa, usually so aloof, could feel her pulse quickening.

"I...I can't deny it any longer." Boa murmured, her voice husky with barely concealed desire. "I want you."

Kizaru, his hand resting on the small of Boa's back, replied in an equally fervent tone, "I can't deny it either. I want you, Hancock."

With those words, their lips crashed together once more. They were lost in a haze of desire, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm as they gave themselves over to the pleasure of the moment.

The world fell away as they succumbed to their most primal desires. There was only the heat of their skin, the taste of their mouths, and the feeling of completion as they finally surrendered to each other. With a surprisingly needy gesture, Kizaru tore Hancock's dress from her lithe body, revealing surprising underwear under it. The Empress wore a black lace bra and panties, her breasts spilling out of the cups and her nipples hardening in the cool night air. She looked up at Kizaru with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with arousal.

Kizaru let his hands roam over the silky skin of her back, pulling her close and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. He captured her mouth in another kiss, their tongues tangling together in a battle for dominance.

She ran her fingers down the front of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. Kizaru shrugged out of it, letting the fabric fall to the ground, forgotten. He reached around to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts and revealing her pert nipples. She moaned into the kiss as he palmed one breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Hancock shivered, arching her back to press her body closer to his. Kizaru moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from the woman beneath him.

He continued to explore her body, his hands finding the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. His fingers slid along her slick folds, teasing her clit before dipping inside. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips against his hand. Kizaru grinned and slipped a finger inside, curling it to hit the spot that made her cry out.

As his fingers worked their magic, he pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her moans of ecstasy. She was already close, her orgasm building with every stroke of his fingers.

He added another finger, pumping them faster and harder. Hancock's hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin. Kizaru watched her come undone, her eyes rolling back and her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.

She lay there, spent and panting, as he withdrew his fingers. He licked them clean, savoring the sweet taste of her. Then, he reached for his pants, undoing the zipper and shoving them down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and aching.

Hancock's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"You're so big..."

Kizaru smirked and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, making her shiver.

"Wait...Let me..."

She took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking his length inch by inch. She cried out as the head of his cock nudged her g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Kizaru's grip tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin. He groaned as her walls clenched around him, the tightness almost unbearable.

As he slid his hands up her sides, Kizaru could feel the tension coiled in her body. He massaged her taut muscles, eliciting a sigh from the Empress. Her body relaxed, her back arching as she rode him.

"Oh, God," Kizaru muttered, his hips thrusting upward to meet her downward strokes.

Her breasts bounced enticingly as she rocked her hips.

The Admiral, feeling the pressure build, flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. His hips pistoned into her, his pace growing more frantic.

She moaned and clawed at his back, urging him on.

Kizaru felt his release building and knew she was close too. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled, mimicking the thrusts of their lower bodies.

With a final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, triggering her own orgasm.

Their cries echoed through the night, and the world seemed to stop.


"Yeah, take the shot !"

The naval officer looked at Garp, who confirmed Kizaru's strange order with a nod. Why not, after all?

He took a photo of Admiral Kizaru's illusion, realistically depicting Uta, Shanks' daughter, unconscious and held by the leg by Kaido.


Captain Trafalgar Law surveyed the scene, deadpan as ever, Uta - the Rockstar Uta, apparently Red Hair Shanks daughter - still slung over his shoulder like an unconscious puppet. As he looked at the cartoonish buildings that seemed to have indulged in a tech-fueled party, Law turned to Admiral Kizaru only to find the once-cool admiral transformed into a blond disco sensation, complete with a dazzling outfit and a mysterious domino mask.

Law blinked, trying to process the sudden metamorphosis. "Admiral, did someone spike my water or did you just go through a midlife crisis in the blink of an eye?"

Disco Kizaru, now sporting an impish grin, gestured to the flamboyant surroundings. "Welcome to the groovy side of Voltaire Island, Captain. Sometimes you just gotta disco your way through life, you know?"

Law deadpanned, "I'm not sure I signed up for the 'Saturday Night Fever' edition of the Marines."

Disco Kizaru twirled dramatically. "Oh, lighten up, Captain! We're in a Technicolor dreamscape. Let's embrace the funk!"

Law sighed, wondering if his life had taken an unexpected detour into a Studio 54 fever dream. "Alright, Admiral, why are you suddenly the disco king of Voltaire?"

As they strolled, citizens of Voltaire Island, with peculiar appearances of their own, greeted the disco man with enthusiastic hellos and dance moves that defied the laws of physics. Law, ever the stoic figure, gave a half-hearted wave in response.

Kizaru spun around, flashing Law a grin. "Law, my man! I made you invisible to the island. No use in saying Hello ! You're like a silent disco ninja!"

Amid the disco beats and flamboyant festivities, Law's eyes fell upon individuals bearing the unmistakable marks of the Celestial Dragons – the sinister symbols of slavery etched into their flesh.

"Admiral Kizaru…Where are we ?"

Kizaru, breaking his usual nonchalance, turned towards Law with an unusual solemnity. They halted in their tracks, the whimsical surroundings of Voltaire Island taking a backseat to the gravity of the moment. The admiral locked eyes with Law, and a rare sincerity colored his words.

"Law," Kizaru began, "I've decided to trust you with something, something more than just the usual Marine secrets." His gaze, piercing through the disco mask and blonde wig, conveyed an unexpected depth.

"It's not just because I can read your thoughts with my Observation Haki," Kizaru continued, "but also because, well, I think you're a nice guy."

Law arched an eyebrow, a subtle acknowledgment of the unusual sentiment from the usually carefree admiral.

"And because I can read your thoughts with Haki".

Kizaru's expression grew more serious. "I know where you come from, Law. Flevance in the North Blue. The 'White City' they called it, for the color of the Amber Lead they mined there."

Law's eyes narrowed, a shadow crossing his face as memories resurfaced.

"I know about your parents, about the doctors who trained you, and your younger sister," Kizaru recounted, the weight of shared history lingering in the air.

Law's past unfolded, a tragic tale of a childhood entwined with the rise of Amber Lead poisoning in Flevance. The country, at war with neighbors, suffered as the symptoms of the disease peaked. The World Government and the royal family kept the truth hidden - even as Law's parents tried desperately to save lives without proper supplies.

"Your sister, in an advanced stage of the disease, was slowly fading," Kizaru continued, recounting the pain etched in Law's past.

The tale took a darker turn as an extermination crew, oblivious to the innocence of the residents, took the lives of Law's parents before his eyes.

"This is why, Law, that I know you believe in Justice, but you hate, deeply, the corrupted World Government and the Nobles. This is why, among all your Marines comrades, I brought you here".

"You see, Law," Kizaru began, "I'm a true Marine. I believe in true Justice. I'm not just interested in taking down crime and pirates. I aim to dismantle the World Government—the biggest, meanest pirate crew sailing these seas."

The revelation hung in the air, as Kizaru continued, "You see, I'm an avid reader of anthropology, and I once read a book from Graeber - not that you would have heard about him. According to him, States weren't the virtuous organizers we often think they were. No, their origins were more akin to criminal enterprises. Imagine debt and credit entering the stage, stirring up trouble and creating imbalances of power. States, as Graeber sees it, didn't politely emerge; they flexed their muscles through conquest, using military force to dominate and extract tribute like seasoned criminals - which, at the beginning, they were ! Taxes, Captain, weren't just financial tools but part of the heist to fund their militaristic pursuits and tighten bureaucratic control. It's a tale of violence monopolized, where states suppress alternative social structures and consolidate power like seasoned mob bosses. Debt and laws, in Graeber's narrative, are the weapons wielded by these authorities, shaping social relationships and maintaining order— a story of states as cunning criminals carving their way into history, not benevolent organizers of society."

Kizaru opened the door of a building. "The World Government, the Celestial Dragons—they're just pirates with a different flag. It's time for a new era, one where justice isn't dictated by those who exploit power for their gain."

Captain Law, still grappling with the enormity of Kizaru's revolutionary proclamation, nodded in silent acknowledgment. However, any further contemplation was abruptly interrupted by a gasp of surprise as Law took in the surreal assembly within the room.

There stood Warlord Boa Hancock, an enigmatic blend of beauty and power; the once-esteemed Warlord Kuma, now the subject of intense Marine scrutiny, bearing a staggering bounty of 600 million; the not-deceased Nico Robin, the devil child, declared dead by his very hierarchy; "Cutty Flame, the Celestial Thief," defiantly carrying a bounty of 120 million for a theft Law knew nothing about.

And, to add an extra layer of intrigue, there was a talking raccoon.

With a nonchalant grin, Admiral Kizaru gestured towards the eclectic assembly as if unveiling a grand circus act. "Ladies and gentlemen, or whatever you all identify as, - well, Trafalgar Law, I had forgotten you were alone - meet our star-studded cast of...uh, let me get this right. Here we have the captivating Boa Cutty, the elusive Bartholomew Robin—no, wait, that doesn't sound right—Rico Nobin, definitely not a criminal according to my impeccable sources. Definitely not an archeologist. She just is…uh…Well, and then we've got Futtty Clame, the celestial pyrotechnic extraordinaire, with definitely not a bounty that's almost as spicy as his name. Oh, and let's not forget our silent but eloquent guest, the talking raccoon over there, who's probably the brains behind this whole operation. No ! Joking ! He's a reindeer. And last but not least…"

Kabuki Noised started in the background.

"From the east to the west, we've got a beauty that makes sunsets jealous, a dame so fine even mirrors can't help but blush! Her beauty is so potent; it once made a mermaid forget how to swim. And today, lucky us, she's gracing our presence like a VIP at a party for the gods. So, hold onto your hats, 'cause here comes the hurricane of hotness, and at the eye of the storm is none other than the queen of hearts, the empress of eye-popping elegance—wait for it—the legendary Boa Hancock!"

At least, even if he was the leader of a conspiracy, Kizaru was still as funny as before.


In the infirmary, Captain Law attentively monitored Uta's health, surrounded by the soft hum of medical instruments. She was an innocent girl, and they did not want to hurt her. Bartholomew Kuma, entered quietly, in his hand the accumulated sleepiness of more than fifty of the island's citizens. With a nod from Law, Kuma activated his Paw Paw Fruit, gently inducing a deep, month-long slumber in Uta.


The Red-Haired Pirates were in the midst of a raucous party aboard their ship, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air as they celebrated their victories and the camaraderie that bound them together. Shanks, with his iconic straw hat perched on his head, swayed to the rhythm of the music, a tankard of ale in hand.

Amidst the revelry, an eagle descended from the sky, creating a momentary lull in the festivities. Shanks, intrigued, approached the majestic bird, and to the surprise of his crew, received a letter from its talons. Expecting a cheerful message or perhaps an invitation to another adventure, Shanks opened the envelope only to be met with a shocking image - his unconscious daughter Uta alongside the menacing figure of Kaido.

The once lively party atmosphere morphed into tense silence as Shanks' eyes blazed with anger. His haki fluttered, and the normally calm captain began to radiate a red aura. Benn Beckman, attempting to restore reason, took charge.

"Captain, before we storm into action, let's call Gordon, and verify if this photo is the real deal. Maybe it is a fake from the Marines, to make you declare war on Kaido !"

Handing the photograph to Beckman, Shanks reluctantly agreed. Beckman, now holding the Den Den Mushi, connected with Uta's caretaker amidst the backdrop of the dimming party lights. The crew watched, anticipating the response.

As the Den Den Mushi crackled to life, Beckman asked, "Gordon, it's Beckman. We've got a peculiar situation here. Is everything alright with Uta?"

A pause hung in the air, followed by Gordon's frantic voice, "Beckman, something's gone wrong! Uta's disappeared, and I don't know where she is!"

The lively revelry aboard the Red-Haired Pirates' ship came to an abrupt halt as an ominous tension gripped the air. Shanks, his once carefree demeanor replaced by a foreboding aura that crackled with an otherworldly intensity, stood at the center of the deck. The crew fell into an uneasy silence, their eyes fixed on their captain as a dark energy seemed to seep from him.

Shanks, his voice cutting through the stillness, declared, "Uta is in trouble, and Kaido has crossed a line. We're setting sail for Wano ! " The crew, now enveloped in the unsettling energy, moved swiftly, the ship's course redirected under the moonlit sky.