#open end

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You watched how Basil Hawkins and X-Drake entered and shortly after left Law’s cell, apparently not too happy with what they got. You supposed the supernova was not someone who’d talk easily so you understood why they must’ve been frustrated. You internally thanked the pirate for ruining Hawkins’ day (or so you hoped, this man was unreadable).

When they left the building completely, leaving you alone as the sole guard, you saw your chance to defy the Shinuchi. You slowly walked over to said cell and looked through the small window, seeing Law still chained to the wall but with some more bruises on his face. Didn’t look too bad, you decided.

You knew, outside this prison you wouldn’t stand a chance against him but since he was here meant that he was completely defenseless. Maybe you should take your chance and lecture him a little on how inferior he and his friends really were to Kaido sama’s strength.

With a devious grin, you unlocked the steel door and entered the cell, closing it behind you.

Law didn’t even raise his head when you stepped closer, irritating you a little. Did he think he was better than you? Did he think you wouldn’t hurt him? Oh, how wrong he was.

“You finally decided to come in and not just watch be from outside?” his question caught you off-guard and you halted in your tracks. From under the shadow of his hair you saw the corners of his lips lift into a smirk.

“Had to see for myself why Hawkins and X-Drake are so interested in you but I honestly can’t really decipher why.” You retorted, slowly coming closer until you stood in front of him. Now, finally, he lifted his head to look at you, his lips still pulled into a slight smirk.

“What’s so funny, Trafalgar Law?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Law stayed silent, simply looking up at you. This kind of irked you but you tried to hide it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin with his silence.

Instead, you crouched down in front of him, resting your arms on your knees, leaning slightly forward, exposing more of your cleavage. You expected him to follow your chest with his eyes but they stayed trained on your face, not even giving them as much as a glance. This was unusual but okay. Kind of nice for a change.

“You think I wouldn’t hurt you?” you asked in a low tone, your hand slowly coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the bruise under his eye. The blood hasn’t dried yet so it smeared over his skin. You brought your hand back to your mouth, licking his blood from your finger with your tongue. The smile on your lips turned more sinister and you pictured everything you could do to him right now.

“You’re not the smartest, are you?” he asked. A confused look replaced the smirk, not understanding what he was talking about.

“What if I was sick? Licking my blood would make you sick, too. I could have all the diseases in the world and you just exposed yourself to everything because you think this was scary?” he chuckled a little, the chackled rustling at the slight movements his body made.

You were baffled. He was thinking about something like that in a moment like this? He didn’t seem like the smartest! Why would he try and provoke you like this? Didn’t he see that you could do anything to him right now? That he was completely in your hand?

But you tried to shake it off, the smile coming back to your face. “Guess I’m not the smartest then.” You simply replied, your eyes studying his face for any sign of weakness but there was none. You had expected as much but were slightly disappointed nevertheless.

You let your eyes slowly take in his whole appearance; the blood from his face had dripped down onto his chest as well, disappearing into his kimono, leaving a red trail. How far down it had traveled? You could only imagine. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his tattoos on arms and chest complimenting his entire appearance. He wasn’t bad looking, you decided but this smirk still made the anger stir inside of you.

“So, we’ve come from casually staring from the outside to shamelessly examining me. I hope you’re not too disappointed.” He chuckled. Your eyes came back up to his face, a seemingly friendly smile on your lips.

“Not half bad.” You admitted. And there it was. The slight raise of his eyebrow at your reply. Finally a reaction!

“What an honest person you are. You’d remind me of a certain Straw Hat.” Now, you raised an eyebrow. “And that would be because…?”

“Not the smartest and brutally honest.” He replied, earning him a huff from your side. “Be careful, Trafalgar Law. You’re walking on thin ice. Comparing me to this low-life pirate that was so stupid to challenge Kaido sama.”

“As I said before. Not the smartest, just like you.” He repeated himself.

Your hand acted faster than you brain when it collided with his face, leaving a red print on his skin. His eyes were widened for a moment but then the grin returned, his grey, calculating eyes back on you again.

“I forgot to mention impulsive.” He continued, trying to provoke you even more. Why he did it you had no idea. Maybe to kill some time, maybe he hoped you’d make a mistake and accidentally release him. As if you’d do this.

You breathed in and let the air slowly but controlled out of your lungs before you cocked your head to the side, smiling at him.

“You really like to play with fire, don’t you?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t call it playing with fire if there is only smoke but no flame.”

Your hand shot forward and grabbed his throat, pressing down to choke him but your hand was too small to fit around his muscular neck. You pressed your whole weight into it, your knees digging into his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your weight. But other than that, he didn’t move. His breath didn’t even come out in pants, gasping for air. Frustrated, you added your other hand, chocking him now with both.

You felt his Adam’s apple move whenever he swallowed; Law shifted a little in his position but didn’t struggle in your grip. It was still not enough! What’s wrong with this man? You asked yourself but couldn’t come to a conclusion.

“If you want to kill me, you need to put a little bit more effort into it.” He taunted you, making you press your lips into a thin line before you relaxed again.

“Maybe I don’t want to kill you. Maybe I just want to give you a warning.” You said when you released his neck, leaning back onto your heels to get some distance between the two of you. Law didn’t reply to your comment but he didn’t seem too impressed by it anyways.

There was a long period of silence where you just stared at each other. You tried to decipher what he was thinking but couldn’t figure him out. It seemed like no matter what you did he remained unimpressed. You wanted to get more out of him than the slightly surprised raise of his eyebrow from earlier. Violence obviously didn’t do it. Your more than revealing outfit consisting of just a bra and a short skirt didn’t do it either. Maybe he was gay? All the other men were immediately staring at your chest whenever you walked by and it kind of gave you the feeling of being desirable even though most of the looks were rather disgusting. Still. Why wasn’t he looking?

“You know you’ll be executed, right?” you asked for no particular reason. He probably wouldn’t given that Kaido sama would want him for his crew. The Heart Pirate’s captain let out an amused huff, closing his eyes before looking back at you again.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. If Kaido really wanted to see me dead, I’d be dead by now. But it seems like I have some valuable information and at least until I spill the beans or you guys find it out by yourself I feel pretty content I’m not gonna die any time soon.” He replied, a knowing smile directed at you.

“Don’t worry, we will find out everything we need to know. And when we do, you and your little friends will be taken down by Kaido sama.” You whispered sweetly. “I can’t wait to see you and the others being executed in front of everyone. Especially this stupid polar bea-“ Law launched at you with one chalked hand but right before you face he was held back by the chain, stopping only inched away from your face.

Startled by the sudden move, you lost balance and fell on your butt, a perplexed expression on your face. Law glared at you, slowly retreating his hand back but the anger in his eyes remained. There it was. There was the reaction you so desperately wanted to see! You got him!

You caught yourself, your eyes forming narrow slits, your lips pulling up into a devious smile. “Oh, you don’t like it when I talk about your crew?” you teased, getting up to get into your crouching position from before again. Law snarled at you, his eyes telling you everything.

“You know what I’m gonna do? I’ll catch this teddy bear of yours, slowly peel off his precious fur and gift it to Kaido sama as a nice carpet, all while you have to watch helplessly, listening to your crewmates screams of agony. And when I’ve had enough, I will slowly gut him and serve his remains to those stupid people in Okobore. They won’t even care that he was on their side as long as they get food.”

Law’s gut twisted at the thought but it was ignored in favor of the sheer amount of anger filling his body, fuming the hatred he felt for the Beast Pirates and their disregard for all those people. Sure, they weren’t any of his concern but this was just inhumane.

“Are you mad?” you asked innocently, grabbing his wrists with yours to keep him still when you came closer. The sea prism stone handcuffs took away a huge amount of his strength so it was rather easy for you to overpower him.

Your mouth found the shell of his ear and you teasingly licked it, giggling when Law jerked away from the wet contact. “I want to see all of you being burnt to the ground by Kaido sama, until there is nothing left but the ashes of your remains.” You whispered.

Law wanted to push you away but with no power this was an impossible task; your grip on his wrists holding them in their place was too strong. He turned his head in disgust, looking to the other side while your tongue traced down, licking at his skin and tasting more of his blood that was drying. The warm and wet muscle slithered down his neck and to his chest, your hot breath tickling his skin. What were you doing? Were you insane?

Out of the corners of his eyes he saw you look up at him, your eyes slightly glazed. And then it dawned on him. The woman going down in him was a little sadist! Great, he thought to himself, feeling even more disgusted about the whole situation. That’s why you seemed more and more excited while talking about the horrendous things she wanted to do to his crew! And her little monologue had apparently turned you on. If he could just-

Law halted the thought for a second. Maybe he could use this situation to his advantage….

The captain turned his head to look at you directly, the disgusted expression replaced by a curious one. He needed to push his feelings aside and work with what he’s got.

“You get off by hurting people.” He simply stated. You bit your bottom lip, a blissful smile on them.

“I do.” You replied.

“You want to hurt me.” Law continued.

“I do.”

“You want to see how far you can push me.”

“I do.”

Law leaned down to you, looking you straight in the eyes with a challenging glint, his hot breath now tickling your face.

“You really think you can make me scream?” he asked, feeling disgusted with himself for engaging in this whole situation but it needed to be done.

You pushed yourself up to be eyelevel with him, your thighs rubbing together in response to the whole situation. Your lips ghosted his for a moment, your hand releasing his wrist to find its way between his legs, moving up to his crotch shamelessly. You looked him in the eye before you grabbed his dick like a vice claw, forcing a painful groan out of him.

As klaxons blared around you, you headed for the bridge of the ship.

You run down the corridors, listening to the fearful cries of the crew – your crew.

You can’t help them.

You slow as you pass an open door. You swear you haven’t seen this room before.

The room is spacious, with a large window watching the black hole your ship is falling into.

The window is adorned with a set of blinds, reminiscent of a window in a detective’s office.

Standing in front of those blinds, silhouetted against the blinding light, stands a man.

He seems oddly familiar, with a trench coat and hat, but he holds a martini in his hand and a moustache sits atop his lip.

He turns to look at you, and you step back as you realise who’s here.

Wilford Warfstache.

“Hello, Y/N,” he says, martini no longer in his hand. He seems… different, more confident.

What was going on?

“I’m investigating suspicious activity on this ship.”

You ask him how he became a detective as you follow him through the ship, seemingly invisible to your crew members still frantically running around.

“Abe is dead. Well, not really dead, but he isn’t here,” Wilford states, only serving to confuse you further.

“He doesn’t exist in this reality anymore. Well, this reality is crumbling and becoming a melting pot of many realities.” He takes a deep breath.

“Abe taught me to be a detective so I could continue his work for him. He lives in a pocket universe, and I can visit him.”

You shake your head, trying to make sense of things, only to be pulled along by Wilford as he walks down the corridor.

“I need your help, Y/N,” he states, stopping at the end of the corridor and looking out at the turning. You glance out too, and catch a glimpse of a woman in a trench coat with lots of hair. Who was she?

“You don’t need to worry about her,” Wilford states, “pretend she isn’t here. About your help…”

“Your case is to find and stop a woman on the ship.” Wilford looked at his case file again, glancing at Abe.

“There isn’t a woman on this file.”

“Because we barely know who she is. She’s illusive, manipulative, and destructive. You can’t trust her, and you can’t let her know she’s being followed,” Abe replied, changing into a clean shirt that immediately became stained with blood.

“Then how am I supposed to stop her?”

“Use those weird multidimensional tricks you have,” the detective answered, “and use the captain.”

When Wil got on the ship, his first mission was to set up his base. A pocket room, made up like Abe’s office, settled where nobody would notice him.

He looked out the window, watching the black hole move closer, and consulted his notes.

He only needed the captain to find him, then he could execute his plan…

“…which is where you come in,” he finishes, smiling at you as he begins to walk again.

Why did you need to help? You have so many questions, but it seems there is barely any time to ask them.

“This woman doesn’t like being followed… by people like me. But you…” he smiles at you again, dropping his hat on your head.

“You’re an enigma. An anomaly. I doubt she’ll notice you. I’ll follow from a safe distance, but you’re the one following her closely.” Wilford nudges you forward slightly, offsetting your balance.

“Once we figure out what she’s doing, I can stop her.”

You follow the mysterious woman down the hall, watching her enter engineering. Why was she going there?

“Probably to disable the shields so your ship falls into the hole faster,” the bubblegum murderer whispers behind you, and you glare at him.

Your ship won’t fall into the black hole. You’ll figure out a way to stop it.

“Sure,” he mutters, “go inside. Make sure she’s doing what we think she’s doing.”

As you step inside the room, she waltzes past you, glancing into your eyes as you watch her. She has something over her right eye, and you wonder if she’s completely human.

Before you can even move, Wilford jumps out from behind you, aiming his gun at the woman.

She pauses, smiling at the murderer as he appears to struggle with something.

“Abe said no more killing, but I can’t think of any better way to stop you,” he states, looking apologetically at you before pulling the trigger.