The Shogun and the Samurai

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"SHE WANTS US TO WHAT?!"

Killer watched calmly as his master flipped an antique tea table in a fit of rage.

The light wood flew across the chamber and shattered to splinters against a jade wall.

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!"

Killer sighed and intercepted an expensive vase that was flying in his general direction, gently placing it back on the floor.

"Kid-dono, you mustn't become so worked up over such a thing. We both know that Bonney-sama is rather eccentric, so I'm sure that her talk of Trafalgar and you together is just another one of her passing fancies-!"

The masked man had to duck as another, much larger vase was thrown at his head.

Kid let out a roar and moved to grab something else that was valuable and fragile, signaling to Killer that it was his time to leave and hopefully the palace wouldn't burn down.

Quietly shutting the ornate chamber door behind him, the masked man turned and jumped in surprise at the face staring at him from behind the door.

Bonney scowled at the man and Killer wondered just how it was that he had been snuck up upon.

The Empress took a step towards the Shogun's adviser/guard and flicked the forehead of his blue and white kabuki mask.

"Snitch." She growled, then turned and sauntered away.

Killer let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and moved to walk away from his master's chambers, when the door slammed open once more and squished the poor blonde against a jade wall.

Kid huffed and puffed, snarling like a feral beast in the doorway.

"TRAFALGAR!" He roared, then took off like an arrow towards the direction of the medical wing.

Slamming the door open, the Shogun couldn't care less that his physician was nowhere in sight. All he saw was red at the thought of Trafalgar Law.

"TRAFALGAR!" He roared once more, making the dark skinned boy a few halls away jump in shock and nearly mess up his job of changing the samurai's bandages.

Law scowled in the direction of the voice, then smirked.

"Well, it seems as though Eustass-ya came for me after all." He muttered, then sent the physician's apprentice off to his room.

With a smirk still on his lips, Law strode into the room where Kid stood looking livid.

"So you decided to join me after all, Eustass-ya." He said, leaning against a pillar.

The ruby haired Shogun's molten orbs snapped over to the samurai and he was in front of Law instantly. With yet another snarl, Kid slammed a pale fist into the pillar next to Law's head, forcing cracks to spiderweb across it's surface in all directions.

"You piece of shit!" He growled, chest heaving in rage. "Because of you my associates think I'm into men!"

Law, having yet to move from his original position, just raised a calm eyebrow. "So?"

"So I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Law grinned and stared up at the man through his dark lashes. "You had me at fucking."

Kid's cheeks began to blaze a fierce red. From rage or embarrassment, not even he was sure, but he knew damn well that he wanted it to go the fuck away.

"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE GOING RIGHT BACK INTO THE PIT!"

Kid swung his fist forward again, but Law dodged it- and the others that followed- easily, that damn grin still on his face. "What's the matter, Eustass-ya?" He goaded. "Aren't you going to try and drug me like you did last time?"

The Shogun's fury fueled his actions and blood red clouded his vision. He didn't even notice the caramel skinned male weaving between his sloppy punches and getting into his guard before it was too late.

The samurai smiled at the Shogun's obvious surprise when the two were suddenly only inches apart, and placed a chaste kiss upon the tip of Kid's slightly crooked nose.

Darting back immediately to a safe distance, Law watched Kid stare at him with his painted mouth agape; utterly speechless.

Law was just about to run from the Shogun's inevitable wrath, when something knocked him in the back of the head.

Glass shattered everywhere and the samurai's eyes widened briefly, then shut as he toppled to the floor, completely unconscious.

Kid shook himself out of his stupor to see his physician, Basil Hawkins, standing before him, a broken bottle of thick glass in one hand and a deck of cards in the other.

Boredly, the champaign blonde man just shrugged at his master. "The odds were in your favor." He muttered without emotion, then turned and walked away, tucking his cards away as he did so.

After a moment, Kid stared down at the unconscious body before him and only one thought entered and began to swirl endlessly through his mind as he reached up and touched his nose with the tips of his fingers.

Just what the actual fuck was wrong with Trafalgar Law?