The Shogun and the Samurai

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To say Kid was furious was an understatement.

He was absolutely livid.

It had been several hours since that samurai dog had dared defy him and in that time Kid had the tattooed man relocated and his execution arranged while Heat cautorized the wound to his ear.

The soft slapping of the Shogun's bare feet against the stone floor of the dungeons beneath the palace were the only sound that reverberated throughout the empty space.

As you can well imagine, prisoners never lasted long.

Finally, he stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and opened it.

Stepping into the stone room beyond, Kid was hardly surprised to find Law staring at him with that same damn annoyingly attractive smirk as always.

Even though his arms were bound to a metal hook hanging from the ceiling and his body dangling limply in an obviously painful way, the dark skinned samurai showed no signs of discomfort.

"Well, aren't I lucky?" He remarked sarcastically. "The great Eustass-ya came to visit me in my final hours of life. I can die peacefully now."

Kid snarled but said nothing as he stared at the hanging man, slowly begining to circle him as he examined at length the tattoos that had piqued his interest earlier.

"See something you like?" Law called out boredly, but Kid just ignored him as he once more circled to the front of the lanky man's body and poked a sharp nail into the center of the tattoo that covered the samurai's chest.

"Royal tattoos." He finnally stated, his scowl curling into a malicious grin.

Instantly the smirk that covered Law's face was replaced with a deep frown.

Kid's grin only widened as he trailed his finger up past Law's collarbone, up his neck, and down his jaw, griping the man's chin in between his thumb and forefinger.

"Looks like someone ran away from home."

Without hesitation Law snapped at the Shogun's fingers, his teeth missing the pale flesh by mere millimeters as Kid snatched back his hand.

"Don't even think of touching me, you fucking dog!" The redhead snarled, jamming a bony elbow into the samurai's solar plexus.

Law coughed as the air was forced out of his lungs and wheezed when he tried to take a breath. Kid- on the other hand- pushed back the hair that had gotten into his face and took a step back; calming down, but not by much.

"So, what kingdom have you come from?" He questioned, once more observing the tattoos as if nothing had happened. "From the design, I'd guess one in a northern region. Someplace cold."

Law huffed weakly and gave a strained smirk. "So... You're not just some makeup-caked muscle head after all... That's a shock-"

He was cut off as Kid's hand darted out and grabbed a fistful of his feathery black hair before pulling his head down as far as he could.

Law gave a strangled cry as the strain and pain on his arms, hands, and shoulders from hanging increased tremendously, but he cut himself off by biting his lower lip as hard as he could. He didn't even seem to care when blood began to stain his teeth and drip down his chin.

Kid smirked. Of course he was too proud to admit pain. The man was royalty after all, as well as a samurai. That's as proud a combination as you could get.

After a few seconds the Shogun gave another push on the samurai's head before letting go and moving back once more.

"Do you still plan on killing me?" Law's strained and pain filled voice mumbled.

Kid thought for a moment. "No, I do not."

The hanging samurai huffed in amusement, making the Shogun snarl and once more pull his head down by his hair.

"If you think it's because I have a fucking shred of respect for royalty, then you're damn wrong!" He hissed in Law's ear. "I came to rule this kingdom by slaughtering its entire royal family with my own two hands. Women, children, I didn't give a fuck who they were! So if you think I'm sparing you for titles alone, then you better fucking get over yourself."

Law gritted his teeth against the pain. "Well... if you want some sort of ransom for me or to start a war... then you better forget about it." He growled through the pain. "The man ruling my kingdom would rather see me dead then give up the throne! He banished me before I could take it!"

Kid's eyes narrowed, but the tattooed man didn't seem to be lying, so he let him go.

"What is your surname, Law?" He questioned, balling up a fist in case the samurai refused to answer.

After a moment, Law exhaled deeply.

"Trafalgar."

Kid's eyes widened.

Trafalgar. The name of the prince of Dressrosa, the most notorious kingdom of the north, ruled by Emperor Donquixote Doflamingo after the murder of his brother Donquixote 'Corazon' Rosinante.

Kid sneered. "Well, we can't keep someone of such importance down in the dungeons, now can we?"

His tone was completely sarcastic, making Law glare at the ruby haired male.

Quick as a flash, Kid pulled a dagger from the recesses the kimono he wore and sliced away the ropes that kept Law hanging from his wrists.

The dark skinned man fell to the stone floor in a crumpled heap and a groan escaped his lips as his head bounced against the floor.

Kid leaned down close to the man and smirked.

"I'll send someone to come get you." He breathed in Law's ear, then left the room with a a mad cackle, locking the door behind him and leaving the samurai to slowly slip into unconsciousness.