Two Hearts

Reckless

Trafalgar Law displaced several objects as he made his way to the underground dock. Some of the objects were people, some of them were chairs. They were all the same to him. Connar was dragged along, unfortunately silent. Law wished he would at least make some form of protest.

They were greeted by the stench of rotting flesh. The smell was almost visible under the fluorescent lighting. Law smirked, wondering how the two who were not yet corpses were handling smelling the decomposition process of Grama Grey.

Now Connor did protest. "IT SMELLS SO BAD OH MY GOD GET ME OUT!" He ripped away from Law, staggering under the heavy weight of the odor. "Oh, oh god..." He doubled over, holding his mouth and nose in one hand, stomach in the other.

"Room." Law drew Kikoku. He smacked away the badly tossed sea prism necklace with the tip of the sword. The same motion sliced his prey in half. He expected more whimpering, and was subsequently very disappointed when Connor laughed.

Laying in two pieces, separated at the torso, Connor was unfazed. "Without that necklace, I can show you what my powers are!" His body took a purple hue and began steaming where it touched the stone. He liquified completely, reabsorbing his lower half. "I ate the Muk-muk fruit! I'm living toxic waste."

"Great." Law grumbled. He eyed the blob of purple sludge wearily. There was no way to mistake him for a Paramecia or Zoan type, and Law hadn't exactly been conserving energy. He hopped out of the way of Connor's first attack - a simple sphere of muck that Connor spit at him. "What are you; Smiley?" He mocked, side stepping another lugi.

Connar continued his tirade of spit, having each one chase Law independently. "I don't know what Smiley is." He admitted, "But I know that you can only run from my fumes for so long."

Law ground his teeth. Connor wasn't wrong. His noxious gasses, mixed with the scent of decay, were starting to make him light headed already. Unprepared to deal with a devil-fruit user, let alone a Logia type, Law was somewhat at a loss, and very angry with himself.

Something with a dull shine caught his eye at the same time Connor charged him. He dove out of the way, fingers curling around the necklace as he rolled back to his feet. Law felt the effect of the stone immediately. He felt a twang of disappointment that the weakness was not accompanied by the static tingles of Aisuru's touch.

Connor recollected the majority of himself, leaving several small pieces to guard the door and the harbor. "Ha! Don't you think you're overconfident, giving yourself a handicap like that!?" His victorious guffaws quickly faded as Law appeared in front of him.

The captain dropped the sea-prism necklace straight into Connor's open mouth with a sneer. "Am I overconfident?"

The living pile of sludge trembled. He shook. He waved his three fingered arms around, flinging steaming slime around the room. It melted the metal table and partially dissolved the headless corpse. Connor spit up another ball at Law's feet. The sludge melted away, leaving just the necklace behind.

"Shit."

Connor gave him a deep chested chuckle. He laid his hands on the ground. "Tracks!" Purple sludge welled forth in a line about a foot across, depending on thickness, and shot straight for Law.

He darted out of the way, only to find that the sludge was following him. He barely avoided landing directly in it. The ground steamed and hissed in the wake of the muck, filling the cavern with unbreathable fumes.

"Room! Shambles!" Law threw a ten berry coin at Connor, immediately changing its place with a heavy, presumably sea-prism cage. Connor formed a hole in his center, looking like a foul and inedible donut, and the cage passed directly through him. The smaller blobs undulated, making tiny chirping sounds. Law felt as though they were laughing at him.