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Sorry for taking ages to update this! I fell out of a Law mood and didn't want to do any half assed writing. On the plus side I went though the chapters and fixed any spelling mistakes and such I could find and refreshed myself on the story and this will be updated regularly every Thursday from now on.

It took a solid week to hear back from the Marines. In that time the Polar Tang stayed surfaced, awaiting the news. The message arrived as a neatly written letter carried to the ship by a bird, bringing the good news everyone wanted. The crew wasted no time throwing another party, excited that the plan was going smoothly and the Marines would no longer pose a threat with Law now holding the title of Shichibukai. It also meant both yours and his bounties were considered null until the day he no longer held the title or you left his crew. The title came with a slew of perks that made his pirating technically legal along with everything else both you and him wanted to do.

It took a couple more weeks to travel to Impel Down and the growing mix of excitement and nervousness built in you with each passing day. You knew you were going to find most, if not all the answers you needed.

Getting to the prison itself proved to be doable as Law had said it was, but a hassle. The ship had to make a stop at Marine Headquarters after he had talked the Marines into letting him and you have access to meet with Atticus. From there you had to board one of their ships and use an ocean current only accessable to them to actually reach your destination from there.

While you had thought about seeing if you could get Atticus out, the thought was quickly erased from your head when you noticed the level of security used to get there. You tried bringing it up casually with the highest ranking official on the ship but they refused to humor you with seeing if it was possible. Shichibukai or not, they still didn't like Law and they hardly tolerated you.

Once you reached the prison, all thoughts of getting him out were completely snuffed. Even if you were to try and go behind the Marines to do it, it would have been impossible. The place was heavily guarded and apparently it had gotten so uptight with security recently because of an incident involving the prisons first, and so far, only escape. It involved one of Law's fellow worst generation pirates and it was done at a large enough scale that the prison had gone through quite some work to make sure it wouldn't happen again.

At least you'd get to talk to him. You'd fill him in on what had been happening since you'd lost your memories and see what he knew about your past with him. Hopefully it'd fill in a lot of gaps or at least answer some questions that plagued you.

When you were escorted in, a woman who introduced herself as Domino gave you both a pat down. You wanted to say it was quick but it was far from it. She was thorough in her search for anything questionable on either of you and it left you feeling a little awkward. She kept it strictly professional, but you still didn't like watching her pat down Law. He gave you a mischievous smirk when she was working on his legs, sensing your annoyance at it. Of course he was going to tease you about this.

Then you met with the chief warden, Hannyabal. He seemed entirely too jovial for the job he worked and you weren't impressed with his appearance. He towered over you and Law, with a huge gut that stuck out pretty far. His uniform couldn't do much to try and hide it.

When he saw you, he lit up even more and focused his attention completely on you as he escorted both you and Law through the prison. You didn't like the attention and your lover liked it even less. It seemed both of you could get a little jealous.

"So exactly how far down is Atticus?" You asked when he led you through the fourth level. The place was huge and very complex. It amazed you that someone was actually able to escape this place.

"The sixth level." He offered up the information happily, bouncing along beside you.

Law was at your other side, a possessive arm around your waist. He was by no means enjoying the way Hannyabal eyed you.

"I didn't realize there were six levels." He grumbled.

"Most people don't." Hannyabal addressed Law with clipped words. It was obvious he didn't prefer male company.

You had an idea of how the different levels worked, he'd been explaining everything in great detail since he'd introduced himself, eager to show off his knowledge. Now you were worried what happened that landed him so far down in the prison. You wanted to ask Hannyabal how he got to the sixth level but you thought it'd be better to get the information from the horses mouth, so to speak. The jailer would probably give you some twisted version of the story anyway.

As he led you and Law through a boiling hot level, you wanted nothing more than to strip off what little clothes you already had left. Of course doing that would reveal your scar and the last thing you wanted was for someone to know you were an ex-slave. While most pirates may not care about it, anyone involved with the Marines probably would.

So you suffered through. Sweat rolled down your spine and evaporated quickly, unable to compete with the sweltering heat. Law seemed to tolerate it better than you, at least he held himself like he did.

When you reached the next level, you were handed a thick jacket by the guards watching over it's entrance. The area surround the door was much cooler than the rest of the floor and while it felt nice for the time being, you realized it had to be freezing past the door. The prison was a place of extremes. You don't know why it surprised you.

Hannyabal didn't take a coat, he just kept what he had on. You heard one of the guards whisper to the other how he used to go with even less than that in the past. That didn't impress you until you stepped into the next level. Even with the coat closed up and hugging your frame closely, you still had cold shivers running up an down your spine.

Your escort still rambled on the whole way down about the work he did and was sure to slip in plenty self gratifying comments. You'd never heard someone so ready to puff up their own ego before. It was enough to make you zone out and let your eyes wander around the place.

From what you could see, some prisoners had frozen to death, others looked starved and ready to pass out, never to wake again. Then there were some that just looked defeated, clutching at themselves miserably to preserve what little body heat they had left. But the ones that really caught your attention were the ones who stared right back at you. There was fury in their eyes and their blood must have boiled hot enough with the anger to warm their veins. They didn't shiver or shake, they stood still and watched you pass like they were waiting for you to make some mistake and get thrown in with them.

But they didn't scare you. While their eyes promised death if they could get their hands on you, they lacked the strength to pose a threat. With Law and Bepo's help, you'd gotten back the strength to fight those much worse than them.

When you reached the sixth level, things felt different. There was a shift in the air that initially had you struggling to remember how to breathe.

"Are you okay (Y/n)?" Law hovered over you as you tried to swallow around the feeling.

"Remember when you mentioned getting my observation haki going? I think it's...doing something?"

By that you meant you could feel the eyes of men you couldn't even see on you. They were further in the prison, behind walls and past twisting corridors. But they could sense you and you could sense them. Some were a tidal wave of pure anger and ferocity while the rest were calm, eerily so. You could somehow tell most of the people down here were much stronger than you. They could break you in half without blinking. It was no wonder you hesitated. That was a lot of new, foreign information to take in.

"Take deep breaths and relax, it'll be easier to handle if you're calm." Law took your hand and helped you along.

Hannyabal made some comments about your haki but you ignored it, focusing instead on doing as Law suggested and trying to control what you felt. While you struggled with the second part it was getting easier to tolerate as you went. The raw emotions you were feeling from others started to tone down until they were more like something nagging at the back of your mind. Still there, but not nearly as distracting.

Then you felt something that was achingly familiar. It was a person who wasn't far off from where you were and the closer you got to them, the more you wanted to pick up the pace to reach them. They felt warm and welcoming, but at the same time a little distant and apprehensive. They felt you too.

"I found Atticus." It came out breathy. You were excited and nervous all at once.

"That's impressive." Law smiled and nodded along.

"He feels different." You continued. "Not angry like the rest."

The sixth level was much smaller than the rest and soon you were stopped in front of an almost empty cell. One man sat on the ground in the far corner of it. His face was hidden in the shadows but you could see the shackles around his wrists, the skin rubbed raw underneath. Besides that and a layer of dirt coating his skin, he looked to be in good shape, considering where he was. It filled you with relief knowing he hadn't received the same level of rough treatment others on the floors above him had.

"I can give you some privacy while you talk with the prisoner. Let me know when you're done." Hannyabal finally left and you were glad to not hear him talking non-stop anymore. The walk back was surely going to make you snap if he kept going.

"I'll leave you to it as well." Law pat your shoulder.

While you've shared everything you know about yourself with him he understood this would be a more personal thing for you. The man was an absolute blessing.

"Thanks, I'll come find you in a bit."

He gave you a chaste kiss and wandered off in the same direction Hannyabal went. He was probably going to have to suffer though hearing the jailer talk more about whatever struck his fancy. Or maybe not since he didn't like the male pirate. Who knew.

You lowered yourself to the dirty concrete floor and stared in at the man in the cell. He hadn't moved or said a word since you arrived. But someone had to break the silence.

"Atticus?" You called out to him softly and he shifted around, chains rattling slightly. "Atticus we need to talk."

"Why?" His voice came out rough and dry.

"Because I need answers and I think you have them."

"We've tried this before. I don't have anything to say to you."

Maybe the warmth you felt from him before was one sided. He spoke like he wanted to cut you with his words. And honestly, it worked. Somehow it hurt that he talked with such venom in his voice.

"I don't remember if we've done that." You continued, ignoring how it hurt. There were still things you had to know, you could work around it.

"Bullshit you don't."

"I lost my memories a few months ago and I'm trying to piece everything together. This was the only lead I had and I need you to fill me in." You pulled your locket out from under your shirt and let the low lighting from the prison glint off its silvery surface.

He slowly got to his feet and dragged himself over until he stood in front of the cell bars. His long hair fell loosely around his face and the scruff he had in the picture had grown out into a thick beard. But it was most definitely the same person.

"You've forgotten everything?"

"Just about. Some things have come back, bits and pieces."

"Alright." He breathed in deeply and sat down in front of you, now looking you right in the eye. "You should know what got me in here at least. I can do that much. I blame you for this after all."