Shattered Memories

Interviews and Meddlesome Friends

Word Count for this chapter: 6,659

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, Oda does and eventually Luffy, not me.

Warnings: Accidental cross dressing, blood, betrayal, and a bunch of deaths in the next chapter, but hey, the story's been dark.

I've just come back from The US, I visited Cape Cod and Boston (^U^) but I didn't bring my USB key so I wasn't able to work on S.M. Sorry (Hehehe, SM) So since no one decided to volunteer a name... KILLER'S LAST NAME'S GOING TO BE MELCHOIR! MELCHOIR! KILLER FANS! DON'T KILLLLLL MMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! I'MMMM SSSOOORRRRRYYYYYY! seriously though, I am horrible with names, if you have any good ideas, please, please, please, PLEASE, tell me!

On another note, OMG LOOK AT THE REVIEWSSS!

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It was just Kidd's luck that the moment he walked through the doors leading to the Police Station, everyone was informed that the 'Suspect' had regained consciousness. Supposedly, most people were about as familiar with doctor terms as Kidd was, and no one stopped to think about why the guy was up two days earlier then promised, and all of the doctors were still busy with the injured men.

So Kidd was dragged to the interrogation room, with no time to tell anyone about how Killer was stuck with a somewhat – defenseless criminal in his berserk mode. Eventually he gave up on telling the guy who was dragging him to stop and simply plant his heels into the ground, watching with a grin as the man fell face-first into the floor.

As the officer was picking himself up, holding his hand to his face, Kidd walked past. He had already been to this part of the station before, and, as he was trying to tell the boy, he, could and would walk there without assistance. By now he had resigned himself to thinking that it might be better if the records never got fixed, seeing as it would leave him and Killer allot less need for explaining to do about the dead man who was supposed to be in jail – who according to police records actually was in jail.

Kidd walked through the long white hallway, there were many different rooms and each and everyone of them were soundproof. He reached the one at the very end of the hallway, it was the one designated for the 'Joker' incidents. There was even a name tag on the door which said 'Joker Interrogation Room'. Kidd pushed past the door to see that Law was already seated, with two other people inside the small room.

Kidd pulled out a chair and sat down at the semi-circle table. Law was sitting on the strait side, while Kureha, the doctor, was sitting to Kidd's right, with Aokiji to his left. Kidd wasn't sure why Kureha was here, but he knew that Aokiji was here to supervise and make sure Kidd doesn't do anything... unnecessary.

Kidd didn't mind the guy, as long as they didn't send Akainu to supervise, he would be fine. But now, he was focused on Law. The man himself was as relaxed as Aokiji was, and that was hard to do. The man was gazing around and if his hands weren't tied behind his back, then Kidd was sure that he would be playing with something. And the fact that no one had bothered to remove the bandages around him made Kidd feel like he was having a conversation with a mummy. The slowly creeping bloodstains didn't help the mental image.

Kidd settled down in his chair, and Aokiji motioned for him to begin. Kidd was honestly at a dead end, he didn't know what it was that he should be doing now, only that he was supposed to get as much information as possible, with the least amount of violence. Oh, fuck it all, why couldn't he just use violence?

"So, I already know that your first name is Law, could you tell me you last name?". Kidd watched as Law seemingly gave Kureha an evil stare, and the old doctor acted innocent, Law sighed and leaned back on his chair.

Before smirking (AAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!).

"I don't have a last name Eustass -ya,".

Both Kidd and Kureha's eyebrows shot up in confusion, while Aokiji had pulled down his sleeping mask and started to... well, sleep. Kidd couldn't even guess why Kureha was surprised at this, it seemed that she honestly didn't care about these kinds of things, but Kidd was currently too preoccupied with other questions to care about that.

"You don't have a last name?"

Law shrugged, "Might have had one at one point, just can't remember ever having one.". Law was smirking and Kidd silently swore to himself, he would find out what it was that this goddamn bastard thought was so fucking funny and he would rip it to shreds just so that he would stop smirking so fucking annoyingly.

"So what should we be calling you then?"

Law opened his mouth to reply, but then Kureha started speaking instead, which surprised Kidd, "His name is Trafalgar Law.". Kidd was looking at the woman so he missed the glares which were coming from Law which were screaming 'I Hate You And I Will Fucking Kill You If It's The Last Thing I Do'.

Kidd turned so that he was facing Law again, "So why do you call yourself Trafalgar Law?".

Law looked surprised at the question. His gaze went to the floor and for a second, Kidd could have sworn that the man looked hurt, or in pain. But in the next second it was gone. Replaced with a cheesy smile that was so fake, that a man a mile away could tell.

"I see no need to answer that."

Kidd didn't pry any further, that one look told him something he didn't exactly want to know. If this was indeed a man who worked with 'Joker' then he should not be feeling any sympathy with the man. If he continued to pry...

"Why were you injured in the first place?"

Law regarded Kidd with a confused and questioning look, "Did you not see the bloody trail leading to a bunch of mangled up corpses?" then looked as if he remembered something, "Oh wait, they might have cleaned it up already then".

"They? Who are they?". Kidd had a growing suspicion that this guy in front of him really did have something to do with 'Joker'.

"They as in the cleaning department, who else would go around cleaning up the messes other people made?". Law's smirk grew larger, "Unless of course it was someone who had something to hide, then it would make sense that there was someone purposely hiding my trail."

Goddamnit, Law was having a good time and Kidd had a feeling that he was being played with again.

"So then, why were you fighting the... people?"

"You mean the people of the corpses?" Kidd nodded quickly, he didn't exactly want to address people by their... former bodies. "I was told to come to a place where they attacked me quite suddenly, eight people in all." Law sighed dramatically, "I managed to fight them off, but it left me the way I am now". He gestured (Using his head) at the state of his body currently. Kidd scoffed at the number.

"So you fought with eight people, and they injured you to that extent?".

Law looked Kidd in the eyes and, without a bit of shame replied,

"Yes".

~.o.O.x.X.x.O.o.~

Law was staring at Kidd, wondering how many grown men the guy could take down by himself. He was definitely a fighter, Law could tell by the muscles and the sadistic feeling surrounding the man. Kidd was most likely a strong person, but how strong...

Law mused to himself, by the way that his face showed disappointment, Kidd was most likely strong enough to take at least eight grown men without breaking a sweat. Law liked strong men better then weak ones, and same goes with women. He wouldn't hate them if they were weak, it's just that he felt he could be a little more... relaxed if they were strong.

Even though the eight people weren't normal per-say, (And four of them were women) Law still felt a little disappointed at himself for ending up with such wounds. But not shamed, oh no, he wouldn't allow himself to feel shamed or feelings along that line because of this life he was forced to lead. Should he feel shame or anything that meant weakness, then he would die.

So he would hide those feelings and never let them out.

Kidd was leaning back on his chair, pushing back so that one leg lifted up and the chair was at a slant. Law could tell that this was the first time Kidd had been the interrogator, he was nervous and at a lost at what to do (Although the red-head was doing a good job at hiding it). Law had never felt more comfortable at an interrogation, ever.

Apparently, Kureha had less patience then Kidd and felt like she had wanted more answers for her questions. "Well, Trafalgar Law, what is your connection with 'Joker'?".

When hearing this question, the man who had spent the last few questions sleeping (Or doing something quite close to it) lifted up his sleeping mask and looked at him expectantly. Law didn't want to have to deal with this, and the sleep-mask guy noticed.

"You guys please leave... I will have a personal chat with our... guest...". He was probably someone high up in the chain of power since both Kidd and Kureha left without questioning, although the doctor looked back once with a look at said, 'This Ain't Over Yet'. When the door swings close, Law gave his full and undivided attention to the man now sitting in front of him.

The first hing that the man did was sigh and lean on the back of his chair, rubbing his forehead as if he got a headache. He slowly opened one eye to study Law, acting as if using both eyes was too tiring, "I would like to repeat our doctor's question, how are you related to 'Joker'? If you feel uncomfortable with your wrists restrained, I can untie them if it would help you cooperate.".

Law's reply was to roll his eyes, "Why does everyone assume that if someone is injured, then they can't fight back? "I wouldn't do it if I were in your position, but yes, it would help me in telling all of my 'Secrets' to you if I had my hands free so that I could strangle your neck - it would make it easier for my escape.".

The silence in the room was shattered like a piece of glass at the cop's low laughter, "A crook with a sense of humor? Haven't seen one of those in a long time.". He seemed utterly relaxed even though Law had pretty much said that he planned on killing him. Law acknowledged that.

The man pulled out his chair and walked around the table. Without another word, he started to untie the ruff ropes binding Law's wrists together. Once the rope was off, Law began massaging his wrists. He swore, they used the most uncomfortable rope they could find. It wasn't that Law wasn't used to this kind of treatment, it was just that he hated having to deal with that as well as the broken bones.

When he looked up again, the man was back in his seat. Law could feel an uncomfortable stare from the man, like he knew something and just wasn't letting him know.

"You wanted to know about what ties I have with 'Joker'?", Law asked, if for nothing else, to stop the stare. He hated it when people knew about him and he didn't know about it.

"Ah, yes. What do you do in the... organization?". Law sighed, it appeared that this man was certain that Law had some sort of connection with 'Joker', and since Law felt no reason to deny something that was true, he said the truth.

"I'm the unofficial doctor there.".

The police man made no motion that showed he was surprised at this news. In fact, he acted as if he was expecting this. He smiled a lazy smile at Law, which made the doctor more uncomfortable then before.

"So... what else do you do?".

Law tilted his head to the side, his eyes scrunched up as he wondered what the man meant by the question. Did he mean what kind of... orders Law followed? What kind of men he was told to kill? The man sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking tired, unaware of Law's inner questions.

"What I mean is... I know about you and what you really do in the organization.". Law's face was blank, until his brain processed the information. He shot back, quite quickly, and fell backwards onto the floor. The pain from the battle shooting up his back like an arrow.

Law could hear a low giggling coming from the man, but right now, he was too distracted to feel embarrassed by the show of weakness. Thoughts were whirling around and around in his head, causing a headache, but the main question on his mind was-

"WHAT THE HELL?!".

The man stopped laughing in that instant. He leaned forward so that he was standing over the table, body supported by his hands which were pressed against the white surface. He looked down at Law who had managed to get himself (Painfully) into a sitting position, which was harder then necessary because of the casts.

The man opened his mouth, about to say something, but nothing came out. He closed it a few seconds later. Law was just sitting on the ground, trying to figure out what the man had just said. There were many other meanings he could have been saying... right? He couldn't have actually meant that he knew about Law's... other activities... right...?

The silence was completely engulfing the two men in the room. Law could feel the temperature dropping, and felt frozen - if not by the man's stare, then by the deafening silence.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Law was proud of the fact that he had an abnormally long patience, but there were certain instances where he felt that he couldn't stand someone or something for another second. He would get agitated and restless, inpatient.

"So... by that you mean that I...?"

"You are someone who has betrayed the organization.".

Yup, he knew.

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Kidd leaned on the wall as he waited for the people inside to finish. When Aokiji had told him to get out, he had got out as fast as possible. Kidd didn't even know what he was supposed to do, sure he had seen his dad and some other people do the interrogation before, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do once he sat down. And Law's easy-going attitude was just rubbing salt in his already shredded pride. So when he was offered an escape route, he took it without complaint.

He couldn't, however, find out the reason that the witch doctor had agreed to leave. Kureha was known for a delinquent-like rebellious streak, and would be infuriated if anyone told her what to do. However, she had just left the room when told to, without any snide remark or rude gestures. Even now, she was leaning on the closed door, drinking her sake looking quite content. Kidd didn't feel like talking, he didn't even feel like staying in the police station, he wanted to go home and sleep the day away. He knew that he wa supposed to stay there though, to wait until the two came out. So he stayed, and Kureha took the initiative to talk.

"You know, the boy really is interesting.". Kureha spoke with a grandmotherly smile, full of tenderness and loving... which didn't match her personality at all. The only times she spoke that way were when she was bragging about her star student, and the fact that she was loking like that while talking about their 'Guest' was a little freaky.

"You don't need to look like that... or jump two meters backwards.".

Okay, maybe it was more then a little freaky.

Kidd was looking at Kureha as if she had suddenly grown a second head and then proceeded to say that she was giving up on her sake drinking and decided it would be best for her if she acted more her age and took up a less stressful hobby like... knitting. Without him realizing, Kidd had assumed the position to interact with an enemy and had enlarged the distance between them. When looking back at this action, Kidd scowled at himself for being scare-startled, startled, by the old hag.

It was a couple of hours before the door opened and the two men walked out. Both looked tired, (But Aokiji was always tired, and by the bags under Law's eyes, Kidd doubted that he got enough sleep) but it seemed that they had gotten to a conclusion about what it is that was going to happen. And, apparently, Aokiji got more information out of Law then Kidd did. There goes the existence of his pride.

Kidd hadn't even noticed the fact that Law was walking again, until Kureha screamed at the man, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU UP AND WALKING AROUND?! YOU DO KNOW THAT YOU ARE SUPPORTING WOUNDS SERIOUS ENOUGH TO KEEP A PERSON IN BED FOR MONTHS?!". Upon a second glance, it was true, even though there was a cast around his legs, Law was walking normally if not a little stiff. Said man's reaction to Kureha's freak out was to roll his eyes.

This sent Kureha into a rage. Her face scrunched up, making her wrinkles look even more prominent, which in turn made her look even older then she already did. There was a spark in his eyes that wasn't there before he went in, and he stuck out his tongue at the older doctor, while grinning. As Kidd had thought, there was an infinite amount of amusement and mischief showing in Law's eyes. Kureha however, was not amused.

She slammed the glass bottle onto the ground, making a large shattering sound. Glass flew everywhere and the purple liquid splattered the white floor. Kidd cringed at the sight, they had a policy, whoever was responsible would clean up after themselves, this was made since there used to be a lot of guys who would resort to violence to get their answers. This lead to many unhappy custodians who would say, 'I signed up to help keep the work place of peace keepers clean, not to hide the evidence of savage men'. Kidd agreed, if you were going to kill someone, the least that they should do was clean after themselves.

Kidd locked his gaze with Aokiji, and in that moment, both men agreed to pretend that they never saw that happen and leave the mess to someone else. Law was already gone, he staggered away quite quickly, and Kureha had chased him, shouting a string of curse words that even Kidd had trouble following.

However, his attention was brought back to the higher up standing in front of him. "I have decided what will happen to the suspect.", Kidd listened carefully, he could never be too sure about what the man was planning, but that was part of what made Aokiji more likeable in his opinion.

"He will be staying at your place for now, you are going to be protecting and keeping a watch over the man.". Kidd tried hard not to feel horribly murderous at this moment, he really did. But he still felt like wringing Law's neck just so he would be rid of the man, "Oh, and it gets better,", Kidd's eye brows raised in questioning.

"He is going to take the entrance exam for 'One Piece University' sometime before the semester starts. Normally they won't take the applications that late, but due to the special circumstances, they have agreed to it this one time.", Kidd groaned, loudly, now the guy might be going to his school as well, for all he knew, the police would pull strings so that they would have the same classes, fan-fucking-tastic. He felt like a kid being assigned a new curfew or rule. He also noticed the fact that Aokiji seemed more... energetic and willing to do his job.

But that still wasn't all, "Oh, and I'd keep your father as far away from Trafalgar Law as possible.". At this point, Kidd was far too irritated to argue or even voice his questions anymore. "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, can I leave now?". Kidd breathed a sigh of relief when Aokiji nodded. He juggled with the thought of just leaving Law there, but decided against it. If he didn't he was going to get chewed out by his old man... and that never ended well.

So Kidd did the smartest thing ever to do in that situation. He walked over to Law (Who was dodging Kureha's kicks) and lifted him up and slung him above his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Law blinked a few times in confusion as to what just happened, and Kurehad had froze in mid kick. The room was silent as Kidd heaved Law outside. The only sound being the creaking of the door behind the two men.

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Law was shocked at what Kidd had just done. He was literally at a loss for words. He snapped out of his shell-shocked state once he was set down by the red head onto a motorcycle.

"Eustass-ya..." Law glared at the larger male, infuriated at the act he did. Like hell Kidd was going to get through this unscathed, the police man (Who's name was Aokiji) had told him he was going to be staying with Kidd, and god-be-damned if Law wasn't going to not punish Kidd for this.

"Wait, shut up for a moment, I need to call a cab,". Law's eye twitched at the comment.

"Don't order me around... Mister Eustass".

Kidd ignored Law's comment and focused on getting a taxi. A few minuets later, a yellow car drove up and Kidd opened the door, gesturing for Law to get in. The dark haired man glared at Kidd for a good amount of time before stepping in. Kidd closed the door and walked up to the driver when he murmured an address. The driver nodded, his eyes were hidden under the shade of his hat, but he could see freckles on his cheeks and with that hair...

Kidd payed the man and walked away, Law could see the red head get onto the red and black motorcycle parked next to the building. He waited for the car to roll onto the road before speaking.

Law spoke slowly, wondering whether his instincts were correct, "... Fire Fist? Why in the world are you driving a cab?". The large smile plastered on the man's face was all the conformation that Law needed to insure that this was indeed his... friend. What a weird thing it was, to call someone a friend...

"I needed a summer job, can't spend all of my time fighting other people.". The man broke into a large laughter, it was full of cheerfulness. "But I never thought I would be getting you as a customer, or that you would be this banged up.". Law rolled his eyes, not that Fire Fist could see.

"I think 'They' found out what I have been doing... they sent me to a place without my nodachi and planned a surprise attack on me". This got the driver to shut up. Law was enjoying the silence since most times spent with this man were loud.

However, as suspected, the silence didn't last too long. "...so what are you going to be doing now?". Law smiled, a true smile that he hardly ever wore, and no one has seen him with before. He was happy that Ace cared, that someone cared about his well being. His life wasn't exactly full of caring people.

"You saw the red head just then?"

"You mean that bag of muscles?". Law laughed quietly at the way that Ace addressed the man.

"Yeah, he is a police officer, hard to believe huh. He is in charge of 'Keeping tabs' on me".

Law could tell that Ace had gotten stiff, he knew the guy had something against the police.

"... must say, he seems more like a... gangster then a police.". Ace sighs loudly enough that Law felt tired just from hearing it. "I hate how my job requires I take requests from those kind of guys.".

"Then why did you take the job?"

Ace chuckled at the question, "We drew slots out of a hat, I got taxi,". Law could have swore he heard Ace murmur something about 'Should have used his own hat and not Sabo's'. Law merely shrugged it off and closed his eyes to rest them. They stayed in a thankful silence until Kidd's apartment came into view.

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Kidd drove up to the parking lot following the cab. He had to make sure that the hostage- no wait, he wasn't supposed to be called that - suspect didn't try any 'Funny Business' (God he he hated that term. All because the police refuse to use words like kill, threaten, or bribe). He locked the bike again and walked over to the car. Law opened the door and stepped out.

Kidd gestured for Law to follow him and turned around to start walking, but stopped when he heard a whistle from the other man. He slowly turned around to find Law studying the apartment.

"It looks nice". Kidd just looked at the man with a confused look. But decided that it would be best for his head if he didn't question the man. Without another word he walked towards the large building, and to his relief, he heard footsteps following him.

The first thought that Kidd had when he walked into the large building for the first time was that it was decked out like a five star hotel. The lobby had a red velvet carpet with goden linings, although whether it was real gold he could never figure out. There were at least two chandeliers hanging on the ceilings, and the reflected light would cause patterns to show on the walls. Several couches and tables were arranged in the corners and sides of the room. The check in/help desk had a bar right beside it, and a restaurant further away. It gave off a very classy look, and Kidd often wondered where they got the money to afford this place.

Kidd ignored the desk and turned right, to use the stairs. If he was lucky, this would cause Law more pain and he could get back at the injured man for ruining his day. However, Law didn't make any signs that he was having trouble climbing the stairs, so so the only noise was the odd sound Law made when his leg casts hit the stairs.

It took quite a while until they made it up to Kidd's floor. It was enough to tire out a normal person, so it was strange how Law wasn't even breathing hard even though he was wrapped in bandages. Kidd turned around so that he was facing Law and crossed his arms.

"I will be getting some sleep, just stay put and don't cause any trouble. If you do I will rip off your limbs and then send your body to Kureha so that she can stitch you back together before I throw your body into the river.". Kidd then walked into his bed room, slammed the door closed, locked it, and threw himself onto his bed. He fell asleep in seconds, not caring enough to shed his clothes.

~.o.O.x.X.x.O.o.~

Law snorted as he thought about Kidd's last threat before he left. 'I will rip off your limbs and then send your body to Kureha so that she can stitch you back together before I throw your body into the river.' Law had to say, whenever he was told to stitch someone's limbs back on, it always looked painful. Sure, he could have made it painless, but 'Joker' wanted them to feel the most amount of pain as possible. Especially when he was the one who ripped them off in the first place. However, instead of dumping them in the river, 'Joker'... is more... brutal in the way of death.

Once Law was sure that Kidd was asleep, he started taking off his bandages. No, he started taking them off before he even thought of waiting for the red head to fall asleep. He was glad to be rid of the now sticky white rolls. When he was wearing them, sweat and blood plastered them to his skin, making it very uncomfortable. He sighed in relief once he was clear of the bandages and casts, even though some scabs had been ripped off in the process, causing blood to seep through. The bandages on the very bottom layer were almost completely soaked in blood. He would have to find a way to return them, but that can wait for later. Right now, he needed a bath.

He peeked around in the rooms (Except the locked one which was Eustass's room) after putting on the green hospital gown he was wearing over the bandages and finally found a large room with an equally large bathtub and a smaller stand for showering beside it. Law chose the shower since he wasn't planning on taking too long. He stripped off the simple dress and walked into the stall, turning the nozzle until warm water poured on. He relished in the feeling, rinsing all of the blood and sweat off of his tired body.

His mind wandered, as it always does when he is in the shower or tub. He thought about each and everyone of the people he 'helped', or at least the ones that he remembered. He thought about his life back at the base, he thought about the cops, he thought about the promise he made to Aokiji, he thought about his... memories...

Law looked at the tattoos on his hands. He had similar ones on his arms, chest, back and legs. They served as a reminder of his life. About how he isn't free, he is, and always will be, trapped. Law broke his staring contest with his hands and reached for a bottle of shampoo. After lathering and rinsing, Law finally felt clean.

Or at least as clean as a man who was bathed in filth could.

He walked out, turning off the tap and grabbed a towel. Wiping himself off, he looked for a change of clothes, tightening the blood-stained towel around his waist. As Law was walking around, he found a freakin' walk-in-closet. What man owns a walk-in-closet? Law spent a few moments just stairing at the opened door, beyond it lies a sea of different clothes, and Law was quite sure that neither of the 'Bags of Muscles' (Since Smoker was also quite... built) could fit in some of them. However, it was a different story for Law who was quite skinnier then Kidd or Smoker, and fit nicely. He wished that he had his old yellow and black sweater though.

Now that Law was dressed, he felt good enough to explore the house a little. He was wearing a purple turtle neck - he was pretty sure that it was a women's, he didn't really care (Although he played with thought that one of the two men brought a woman home... actually, judging by the amount of female clothing in the closet, it would have been a lot of women) along with a pair of tight blue jeans (Once again, fe-male) which had a whole bunch of decorations on the pockets and rim, they were the only pants that fit him.

He poked his head into the kitchen, grinning at the sheer amount of knives located in there, ecstatically. He was thinking about what he could do to Kidd with those knives and his knowledge of organs and fetal points... No, he had promised Aokiji that he wouldn't kill Eustass-ya... but that doesn't extend to torment. As long as he didn't do any sustaining damage, it should be fine.

Law humored the thought for a longer while until he had explored the whole place and was standing in front of Kidd's locked door. Law noticed that there was one thing that was missing from all of the rooms in the house, a computer. So Law could only assume that it was in Kidd's room. He had hoped that he would have been able to hack into the computer to learn more about his... host.

Law decided he'll do that tomorrow, or the day after that. No need to poke through all of the man's history so early into the game. He didn't know what to do now. He wasn't hungry, and he wasn't tired yet either. So Law walked back into the living room which was right next to the kitchen (In case he needed some coffee) and plopped down on the couch, lying down so that he took up the whole length of the couch. He grabbed the remote and surfed the channels.

He eventually settled on watching a documentary on animals living in the North and South pole. He watched as a Polar Bear was tearing up the body of a seal, getting all bloody in the process. Law found the red on the white fur quite... nice.

He started to feel drowsy and his eye lids started to droop...

...a.A.a...

Ace looked at the address he had written down one last time to make sure he had written down the right one before driving away from the large apartment building. He still had a day's worth of requests to take before he could return home. The man groaned at the thought of another day of working like this tomorrow, but brightened up as he thought about the good news he was going to deliver to his brothers.

...

"Welcome back Ace!", a young man with a scar under his left eye called out to Ace, he waved with a large smile on his face.

"Yo Luffy!" Ace saluted to Luffy as he sat down at the table. It was around time for dinner, but before that they always had a talk about their day

"I see you've finally come back Ace.". A man walked out of the shadows, he wore a black top-hat and a blue tail coat, his signature outfit.

"Sorry about that Sabo, I had to check up on something first.".

The blond haired man tilted his head to the side, "Check up?"

Ace nodded, "I met the Surgeon of Death today... he was finally found out...by them". Ace spat the last word out, he hated the people

The table became quiet as the news sunk in, as soon as it did, Luffy shouted out, "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? DID THEY KILL HIM?".

"Calm down Luffy, I'm sure that Ace meant something else.". Sabo turned so that he was staring at Ace, "Right?"

Ace sighs, "Yes, you are too good at reading people for your own good, you know that?" Ace leans forward so that his face was resting on his hands and his bangs hid his eyes. "They almost killed him, but somehow the police found him and have him under their supervision.".

"What do you mean?"

"Luffy, I mean that they tried to kill him, but he survived and got medical attention from the police."

Sabo smiled, "At least that means that he is finally away from the organization.". His face darkened, "But they are going to come after him... to finish the job..."

Ace nodded, "I don't trust the police, the system is corrupted all the way to the core, and I think we all owe it to Law to help him.".

Sabo laughed slightly, "Of course, he would never want our help, much less ask for it.".

Luffy laughed his unique laugh, and was soon joined by Ace's, "But is that going to stop us?" Ace asked to no one in particular.

Luffy smiled a large grin which should have been impossible to do, "Nope!".

Ace smiled as well, "I thought as much!",

Sabo shook his head, a smile on his lips, "I think he did something wrong to deserve meeting you two meddling kids."

Luffy pouted, his cheeks bloating in the way only Luffy could do it. "Sabo, you're the one who meddles in people's lives the most, you are the one who found Law again in the first place by sneaking around in the computer... thingys."

Ace scoffed, "That is true Sabo, your hacking is what lead us to him, so you are as if not more meddlesome then me and Luffy.".

Sabo's reply was to raise his hands up, his palm facing his brothers, in a form of mock defeat, "Of course, that means that he did something twice as bad as I had previously thought.". His wide smile, showing his rows of perfect white teeth more then proves that he wasn't in the least beaten.

"Now here's the interesting part, the police have assigned Law to this other man who is supposed to make sure that nothing happens... whether it's for Law's safety or for the safety of the 'General Public' I can't be sure. But, Law is supposed to be going to this man's school, and guess which one it happened to be.".

After a brief silence, Ace continued, "'One Piece University', somehow, it turns out that he is going to go to the same school as us."

Upon hearing this, Luffy pulled out another one of his famous impossibly wide grins, "Shi shi shi, see? I told you that choosing that school was best!"

Sabo sighed, "Luffy, it's not considered choosing when you fill out all of our forms for us.". He was shaking his head before mumuring to himself, "still don't understand how you actually did it correctly"

Ace grinned, "Anyways, we will have to prepare, I asume you still have Law's contacts? The one that they don't know about?"

Sabo grinned a toothy grin, he slipped into his other persona.

"Of course I do.". Answered the Blue Gentleman as he prepared to hack into the nearest computer.

... ... ...

The man sitting at the large polished desk, looking through the paper work, sighed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow, he had three meetings to talk about the changes next year with the old teachers, and attending ten interviews with new ones. He had hoped that nothing else would come up, but it turns out that the police want to send a student to the school as well, and on such short notice!

Sengoku buried his face into his hands, closing his eyes to get a moment of rest from looking at all of the paper work he had to hand in tomorrow. He still didn't have the form for the new comer's application, and no matter what strings he pulled, he wouldn't be able to allow the student to attend if he doesn't pass the test. And if he doesn't pass the test... then he would get an earful from the police, if he does, he will have another mountain of paper work he will have to finish.

The whirring of the fax machine brought him bak to the present. Sengoku picked up the paper which he recognized as an application form. He picked up the still-warm piece of paper to study it. At the top it read:

Name: Trafalgar Law Gender: Male Photo: Unavailable

Age: Unknown, estimated to be from 17~20 years of age Birth-date: Unknown

Previous Schools: Unknown, Likely never attended one

Strong Subjects: Unknown

Weak Subjects: Unknown

IQ:Unknown

Extra-curricular Activities Participated In: Unknown

Other Information:

The principle's mood dropped another several degrees at the amount of blank and and 'Unavailable' answers, but what caught his eye was the name, 'Trafalgar Law'. 'Law? But isn't that...' his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed he had to leave for his interviews. But as he got up, he cracked a smile, if this was the person he thought he was... then this would prove to be very interesting. It might even be worth all of the extra paper work.

I don't know what that that Ace, Luffy, Sabo thing was... a... short omake... in the middle of the chapter..? This reminds me, this story isn't beta'ed, do you think I should get a beta or do you think I'm fine like this? The sheet was btter as well, but then FanFic decides that the lines with nothing in them but spaces don't count... so now it looks retarded... did I mention that the first story I wrote I wrote it right after I made my account? (TT^TT) I'm such a failure...

FAVORITE GUEST: Your name is awesome, more please :D

weeeeee: six e's, six e's... wait, your's isn't a link... DANG IT! I COULD HAVE COPY AND PASTED! I am going to write more of this story, and you can't stop me laptop! I will write moooooooooooooore! (Ha! I copy and pasted, take that laptop!)

: Man your name was hard to write (Because my laptop refuses to copy and paste like a normal one). It's gonna get even more interesting when Law finally gets his revenge, just wait and see... :D

denOden: My-My stories make you dance and cry? My Life is COMPLETE! I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW! But I won't until this story is finished! And I agree, I wonder if Oda did it on purpose, making two people with that attitude show their abs and chest like they don't care :D. In my story, Killer's eyes are an amytheist purple (I didn't bother checking the spelling this time) which changes color so it's scarlet when he's angry (Holy shit! I do not own HunterxHunter either! Even though I was not copying from that manga, I do not believe Killer is part of the scarlet eyes tribe!), and Penguin's will probably be a darker shade, not sure yet though...

WindsorWishes: Lots of people like how Smoker's Kidd's father, apparently, now I'm surprised that I haven't read one where this is so, it just works so well! And I can't wait to actually write him in! I will update, don't you worry, I'm already working on chapter seven, it just... might take a while.

BananaLipBalm: You don't understand! These-these plot bunnies! They try to take over my mind! Quick! Tell your friend he/she can have some of mine! I already have another plot bunny who wants me to write her out, and another just came to me As. I. Wrote. This. Sentence. If you don't come quick, I might drown in plots! (I just remembered another one from a while ago, what's wrong with me? Also, can I help in any way? I'm somewhat okay in smoothing out plot holes when they aren't mine)

guest: (^U^)/\(^U^) a high five for being so awesome and a cookie