Previously...

"Come here to rescue your woman, Trafalgar Law?" Eustass sneers.

"Actually, I came to toss you back to whatever hellish place you came from, but if that's what you think, feel free to go to hell," Law snarls.

"I'll drag you down there with me."
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( Have you guys been anticipating this? xD )

Kija's P.O.V.

We all attack at the same time, Law creating his "room" while I snatch a knife that was left on the bar counter and hurl it at the masked guy.

He knocks it off course with a curved sword, but as he does, I push myself off the floor with my uninjured leg and elbow him in the gut, sending us both crashing to the ground.

While Law and the red-haired-guy-who-I-don't-know are duking it out, I play a very dangerous game with Mr. Blue-and-White-Mask.

He pins me down on the floor of the bar, but I slam my head into his and heave him off, causing the stars to flash in front of my eyes again.

Masked-guy recovers first and tries to turn me into a very gory mess of blood and guts, but since I don't like the idea any more than his very sharp and very dangerous swords, I roll away in time and the only thing he cuts is the wooden floor.

He swings a blade at me neck, the other one coming in to stab my stomach. I back away to avoid a brutal death, and back away more and more as he attempts to kill me.

After backing away so much, I was eventually pressed against the wall, but this time, when he went after me, I lunged to the side and hurled a stool at him from a nearby table.

And a few more stools and bottles after that.

That doesn't mean I won in any way, though. This guy just doesn't stay down.
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Third Person P.O.V.

At the same time Law opened up his room, Eustass Kid thrusts his hand forward, and a street lamp flies into the bar, destroying a section of the wall and on a path to slam into Law.

The Heart Pirate captain's sword sweeps out in an arc, cutting the lamp into two short rods of metal.

Kid crumples what's left of the street lamp into a tight ball and sends it at Law again, but Law disappears from the spot, only to reappear behind Eustass and flick his nodachi up to rest under the said man's chin.

"I wouldn't kill Kid if I were you, Trafalgar Law." Killer was holding his blades at Kija's throat. She could've sworn that if he didn't have a mask on, everyone would be able to see the smug smirk on his face.

With a guttural growl, Law releases Kid, pushing him away at the same time Killer shoves Kija towards him. (Law, that is.)

Kid gives the the two a feral grin before stalking out of the bar with Killer.
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Kija's P.O.V.

"You really make a habit of finding trouble wherever it's at, don't you?" Law stares down at me as we stand in the empty bar.

"I'm not looking for trouble," I protest. "It always seems to find me first."

"Do you know who you picked a fight with?"

"No. Should I care?"

"Eustass Kid," he says irritably. "At least know who your opponents are. And know when to pick the right one. He has a bounty of 90 million, considering how he doesn't mind hurting civilians."

"You don't either."

"And that's why my bounty is the same as his."

"Could also be why you're both jerks. You like to beat me up while we train, and he likes to beat me up on sight."

He sighs and walks outside. I trailed after him and we headed back to the submarine, where he stashes his medical supplies. (Well, I was limping, but you get the point.)

Blood was still trickling down my leg from the spot where Eustass has shot me, although the bullet has only nicked it. It still hurt like hell, though.

I sat down on an infirmary bed as Law took out a bottle of disinfectant and a roll of gauze.

"Let me see it," he orders.

"The bullet only grazed my kneecap."

"You still need to get it disinfected," he smiles. "This will only hurt a lot."

Before I could move away, he pours some of the disinfectant onto my knee. I grit my teeth as fresh pain sears through me, and my arm suddenly jerks up to punch him.

He catches my fist, eyes glimmering with amusement, and starts to wrap my knee with gauze.

"I suppose now would be a good time to ask you about any memories that you could have recovered, since you're in the infirmary anyways."

I stiffen as I recall the memories of darkness and murder that plague me in my sleep. Law, being the ever observant captain that he is, notices my tense posture and commands,"Out with it. If you want any help at all, you're going to have to tell me."

"I remember my parents' murder," I snap, glaring at him.

He turns away. "Is that so?"

The silence seems to drag on, neither of us willing to say anything, but I can't resist the urge to ask,"What are your parents like?"

At the mention of his parents, he momentarily loses his composure and freezes, but recovers to whisper,"Were."

"Were?"

"My parents are as dead as yours. I saw the bullets in them, and the blood pouring out, after all."

"You don't have to talk about them."

"I don't plan to."

This time, the silence is deafening and quiet at the same time. Memories that hurt, but are too precious to let go of hang in the air before he's the one to ruin it with a few quick words.

"Let's go now, Kija."
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A few days pass before we can have a conversation without that terrible, loss-filled silence separating us.

By now, we've sailed far away from Dareha City. Everyone else has returned to their usual schedule and so have I.

I stagger back as Law lands a hit to my sore arm and wince, rubbing it while glaring at my captain. "Why do we always have to have hand-to-hand spars?" I complain. "Why can't we use weapons?"

"Your body is a weapon in itself," he replies smoothly.

I scowl. He chuckles softly before picking up his nodachi and tossing me two daggers off the racks of weapons. They clatter to the ground as I stare at him, half confused, half anticipating the duel.

"You want to use weapons, correct?"

Growling, I stoop down to grasp the handles of the daggers, standing up again in a defensive position with one dagger held in front of me to protect my stomach and the other above to protect my head.

"Devil Fruits are not allowed," I say, and he nods to show his agreement before running at me, sweeping his sword out in a blur of steel.

I parry, throwing the blade aside and lunge forwards, trying to stab him. He dances back, slamming his nodachi down on one of my daggers, sliding it down until it locks with the nick in the dagger, and twisting his blade so that my weapon is wrenched out of my grip.

I hefted the single dagger I had left between both hands, assessing him as he analyzes me.

The dagger was pretty long for a standard size dagger, so it could amount to a short sword if I extended my arm far enough.

When I charged at him, he caught my stroke and pivoted to my left, aiming a strike at my injured leg. As I turn to meet him, he feints and goes for my right side.

Unable to react quickly enough, I find myself dropping my dagger and raising my hands as he brings the sharp edge of his nodachi to my neck.

"Now I can see why you're captain," I say, grinning wildly despite the fact that I had lost in a matter of a few minutes. "How did you do that?"

He smiles darkly, amused, and answers,"You favor your left side."
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This chapter feels pretty short, which is bad, because I haven't updated for a while. And I know I said I wouldn't update for longer, but then an idea popped into my head and I kept writing until I was done. And I can't resist hitting the publish button.

Around this point, I'm halfway through the story as they get closer and closer to Kija's memories.

Yes, right now, she only has one clear memory, but I'll be adding another next chapter ;)

Hope you enjoyed it, even though it's short.

-OtakusNation