The Shogun and the Samurai

×The End×

"Law..." Kid growled back to his lover through clenched teeth. "Before you pass out... Go kill that fucker Doflamingo! Get your revenge so we can go home victorious! GO, NOW!"

Law stared up at the redhead with hazy vision and nodded, determination overriding his logical thinking.

Adrenaline pumped though his veins as the caramel skinned man took off at a run, his destination: the Emperor's room.

-×-×-×-

Law was breathing heavily, one arm clasped tightly around his ever bleeding wounds while the other just barely managed to keep his sword from scraping along the palace's marble floors.

His thoughts trailed back to the man he left behind and the samurai cringed.

'What if he doesn't... No. Eustass-ya is strong. He will definitely defeat Vergo.'

Nodding at his own resolve, Law turned the only corner in the long hallway and stared at the giant doors before him.

Doflamingo had always had a flare for the dramatic. Even when Corazon had been Emperor, the Doflamingo had had a much larger room than his brother.

Law gripped his sword tighter at the memories that came with those doors.

All those years of tourture... His heart squeezed at the prospect of meeting his 'uncle' once more.

In his own twisted way, Law guessed that he did somehow love the man beyond those doors and probably always would, but the hate and rage he felt for him burned hotter than anything else.

So, he would kill him.

Law took a step towards the doors, his nodachi ready at his side. But before he could reach out a hand to open them, the doors opened by themselves and a familiar laugh came from inside.

"Fufufu. How has my cute little nephew been this past year, hm?"

Law walked inside the room hesitantly and finally spotted his target lounging on his bed, staring at an old portrait of Law himself and Corazon.

With a flick of the blonde man's wrist, the doors behind Law shut.

"Doflamingo..." Law hissed out, his vision wavering and growing fuzzy at the edges.

The Emperor set the portrait down and looked down at the caramel skinned man through tinted glasses.

"Oh Law, you're bleeding all over my nice floors." He said with a large grin, liking his lips as he eyed the injured man standing before him. "Then again, blood always suited you."

With a flick of his wrists, Doflamingo sent needles shooting out at his beloved nephew from withing his sleeves.

Law couldn't move fast enough as the sharp projectiles pierced through his abdomen and dug into the flesh of his back like fish hooks.

The samurai coughed up blood, revealing the silk-like threads that connected the needles to their owner. He was forced to his knees, his sword clattering to the floor beside his feet.

"You know," Doflamingo began, standing from his bed and moving in front of Law, "that's a good position for you, on your knees. Perfect for the bitch you are."

Law cried out again as Doflamingo kicked him in the stomach, tearing his wounds open even further.

"Oh, but you're not a bitch anymore, are you?" The Emperor breathed, a giant grin splitting his face as he kneeled down to the samurai's level. "You're a fucking whore-"