The Shogun and the Samurai

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Kid glared down into the arena at the green haired woman chained up in its center.

It had been two days since Monet's capture and in that time Drake's condition had stabilized and both he and Bonney were now resting in the medical wing, Killer with them, refusing to leave the Empress's side.

Monet had been interrogated and tourtured, but since the Shogun had refused her access to Trafalgar Law, she had said nothing of her connection to the samurai or who her master was.

Now she stood in the center of the Shogun's arena, chained to the ground and awaiting her doom.

"I have to say, I think I prefer this view much more than the one from down there." A joking voice came from the Shogun's left.

Looking up, the redhead saw Trafalgar Law standing next to the throne on which he sat, smirking like usual down at him.

Kid scowled as he felt some sort of churning in his stomach. It wasn't a repulsive sort of churning, it was a good sort.

With a grunt, the Shogun reached over and dragged the smaller man onto his lap.

"Eustass-ya!" The samurai exclaimed, his eyes wide and cheeks reddening.

"Shut up." The Shogun growled, his own face slightly flushed. "It's just an experiment."

Law stopped struggling and raised an eyebrow at the larger man. "You are doing an experiment?"

Kid grunted again and tightened his grip on Law, making the samurai chuckle and roll his eyes. "Oh, if Bonney-ya could see me now..."

A soft chuckle from within the arena caught their attention and the two turned their heads to see Monet staring at them with a smile on her face.

"The young prince always had excellent taste in men." She chuckled knowingly.

Law stiffened at that and the Shogun raised a non-existant eyebrow at him.

It hadn't been that long since the samurai had fled Dressrosa, so the memories were still fresh in Law's mind.

"The young master misses you, Law-ouji." Monet called tauntingly, having also saw the tattooed man freeze. "Says there's no one better!"

'No one better?' Kid wondered. 'At what?'

The Shogun watched as a haunted look crossed over Law's face. He looked repulsed and terrified at the same time and Kid wanted go know why.

Before he could ask, Law snatched up his nodachi and tore away from the Shogun's lap to drop into the arena.

"Shut up!" The samurai shouted, pointing his now unsheathed blade at the woman's throat.

The entire arena watched in rapt attention and the Shogun stared at the two's interaction intently.

Monet smirked as she watched the once-prince tremble uncontrollably, either from rage or from fear, she didn't know.

"You know," the greenette continued, "I contacted him, so now the young lord knows exactly where you decided to run off to."

Law's eyes widened even further in rage and he pressed the tip of his sword into the woman's throat, drawing blood.

"You!" The tattooed man snarled. "Why would you work for him?"

Monet just stared at Law calmly. "The first and only day we ever met was the day my village was destroyed, Law-ouji. You were still very young at the time. The young lord took in my sister Sugar and I and raised us to be a part of his family. We have devoted ourselves to him entirely ever since then and will follow his every command."

She narrowed her eyes at the samurai at this point.

"That includes bringing home his favorite toy."

Law removed his blade to lean in close to the woman.

"I am not his toy! And I will never go back to that man!" He snarled, pulling back the long sword. With a single, decisive thrust, the blade entered the woman's chest, piercing straight through her heart.

Monet's eyes flew wide and she coughed up a bit of blood before slumping to the ground, undoubtedly dead.

Law slid his nodachi out of her body with a sickening noise and wiped the blood off on the dead woman's robes.

Eustass Kid watched the gruesome display unfold with his own eyes wide.

Slowly, Law sheathed his sword and made his way back up into the stands.

"My apologies, Eustass-ya. It seems that I have ruined your show." The dark skinned male put on a weak smile, but Kid could see his body still trembling and noticed that the usual dark circles under his eyes seemed to much more prominent than they had been ten minutes ago.

As if trying to hide his shaking, Law sat on the floor in front of Kid's throne and curled his arms around his legs, burying his face into his knees. He looked like a child.

The Shogun scowled and stood to look around the arena.

"WELL?" He shouted to his subordinates. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SHOW'S OVER, GET BACK TO WORK."

The arena cleared out quickly and Monet's body was dragged away, leaving the two men alone.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes before Kid broke it.

"What the fuck was all that about?"

Law just stared at the blood stain in the center of the arena.

"He knows where I am..." The samurai muttered, looking shellshocked, as if the weight of what Monet had said was finally dropping onto his shoulders.

Kid furrowed his brows. "What? Who knows? Who was that 'young lord' person she was working for?"

"The Emperor of Dressrosa." Law breathed, then shook his head as if that could clear away every scarring memory he had accumulated over the years.

Kid watched the action, then sighed. "Fine. Don't tell me. It's probably all personal shit anyway. Just know that I will be getting answers eventually."

The Shogun stood and reached out a pale hand to the samurai. "Now come on. You look like a fucking raccoon with how dark your eyes are. You need sleep, and not on one of those shitty beds in the medical wing."

Law looked up at the hand and grabbed it, using Kid's brute strength to help haul himself to his feet.

"You're coming to my room. If you need help you can lean on me." Kid smirked, remembering what Law had told him the night they kissed.

The corner of Law's mouth twitched up ever so slightly. "I don't need any damn help."

Kid grinned sharply and led the samurai back into the palace.