HEY! this is a snippet from one of my old stories I feel bad because I don't have a lot of content for you guys!

Things you need to know : Law and Kid were sent to the modern world and are trying to find a way back to their world and their crews. Kid has been cursed and told he is going to die soon.

I wanted to release this as a sort of one shot! Enjoy <3

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It was a silent full moon, adorned only by the stars and lights of the city. There were no sounds at night in this part of town. It was the calm before the storm, so to speak.

Law had managed to get enough money together to get a hotel, and he sat on the couch whilst Kid took the king-sized bed. Currently, Kid was up reading something on hunters and the laws of the land at his desk.

Out of the corner of his eye, Law could see Kid get distracted from his reading and eye his hand. It was stained red with Blue's blood.

"How you think they're doing back home?" Kid said, not casting a gaze to Law.

"Our men?" Law questioned. Kid nodded.

The doctor sighed, shrugging off his coat and kicking his feet up on the couch.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself?" he reminded Kid.

He looked at the redhead to see any sign of him caring about his impending death, but nothing showed.

"My first mate is smart enough to run my entire crew, so I have nothing to worry about," Kid said.

After taking a swig of rum, Kid threw his head back, and let out another sigh. His eyes were as tense as his grip around the bottle.

Law didn't expect was Kid to completely brush off himself dying, just to express his concern about his crew. That wasn't like a pirate.

Not like any pirate Law had ever met, anyway.

"But I don't think he has the ferocity I do. That was always apparent--not just to me, to everyone," Kid spoke again.

He didn't know why he was telling Law this, perhaps because he was buzzed and bored.

Law kept quiet and instead focused his gaze on the bottle.

It had been a while. Usually he only tried to drown out his sorrows when one of his crew died.

But there was no dead crew member, only a brooding, dying pirate whom which Law wouldn't beg for liquor.

Although he need not ask, Kid had already began pouring it into a second glass.

This made Law's head spin. Was it obvious he was staring at the bottle? Then perhaps it was obvious before when he was reading the words off Kid's page? His eyes were always wandering curiously because the brute had not seemed to notice.

So Kid did notice him, he just pretended not to.

Eustass slid the glass across the desk, and it went slick and fast across the wood. Just before it toppled onto the sofa, Law caught it.

Kid looked at the moon from his window once more. The city lights were like rainbow crystals across the wet streets. He had never seen anything like it back home. He knew if Killer and the rest of his crew were here with him, they'd have already claimed this land.

He parted his lips before speaking, as if pondering making conversation with Trafalgar.

Kid smirked, but his eyes were cold as he spoke.

"To finding our crew then, huh?"

"Or whatever is left of them."

Law cringed slightly as the liquor slid down his throat.

"It's some weak shit called Bacardi," Kid said.

It took Law another sip to finish the shot, and Kid was humored by this. What weakling of a pirate couldn't finish a shot whole? This scrawny fuck had the balls to hold a gun to Kid's head? Kid bit his tongue.

"Doesn't taste weak. You said it was rum," Law said as his eyes narrowed.

Was Eustass Kid not only dumb, but a liar too? Law would not be looked at as a lightweight by someone so dense. His pride would not let him.

"It is rum, and rum is weak," Kid retorted.

He poured himself a double shot, and did the same for Law. The surgeon's sapphire eyes reflected back at him as he stared into the glass.

"It's not sweet like rum."

"It's from this stupid world, but it gets you drunk," Kid spat, "So drink it."

Law lifted the cup to his lips, blue eyes burning into Kid's. He didn't look away as he finished the cup, but his eye twitched-what the fuck kinda rum was this?

He coughed as the sharp aftertaste consumed his tongue, and Kid took the glass from him as the doctor's eyes watered.

The slight smirk on his lips as Kid poured him another double shot made Law's heart burn cold.

He clenched his fist hard around the glass when Kid handed it back.

It shattered almost instantly.

Law put the remainder of his cup to the side and stared astray.

The two sat in silence for the next few minutes. The clinking of the bottle was annoying as Kid drank alone. Law lost count of how many drinks he'd poured.

How fragile human emotions were, even men who did unspeakable acts can be set off by the littlest things.

Law's ego was his downfall, but he would no longer let anyone make a fool of him. Not after his mentor had damn near made it his job to.

Remembering that man made his throat dry.

The glare he'd shot Kid when he'd shattered the glass was still in his eyes. A humble man would understand it was simply Kid teasing him, but Law was no humble man.

He couldn't get a blink of sleep not knowing what was going on in the mind of Eustass Kid. What did he truly want, now that he laid in death's shadow? Law would've sold his soul to know. He made up countless scenarios in his mind of how the man would soon come to stab him in the back. After all, Kid was a ticking time bomb because of the curse, ready to snap any second and go on a killing frenzy.

The doctor would rather keep his distance than trust anyone.

Trafalgar Law would be no one's fool.

Kid let out a loud burp. When he was done, he lifted the bottle and finished the last few shots.

Who raised this barbarian? Law thought as his blue eyes scanned across the redhead.

Perhaps wolves? No, even wolves had a code of honor. Even dogs had more respect than the man sitting across from him. And that was sad, because as he took a second look at Kid, he wasn't ugly like Law had once thought. In fact, under all that yelling and purple lipstick and red hairball of a coat was a stupid, decent-looking, semi-strong pirate.

So why was he so stupid? Law could hardly stay in the same ship as his own prank-playing, mindless crew-mates, how was he going to invade the hunters and work beside Kid, King Stupidity himself?

Little did Law know, as he was getting more irrational from the liquor, his eyes were selling him out.

Kid had formed a full smirk at this point. Was the surgeon meaning to be read like an open book?

If tension was a wave, Law was drowning in it. He had given him some sort of look of disdain, but why did it matter? Surely the two weren't going to be best friends, they were pirates for Christ's sake.

Kid sprawled out on the bed as the light flickered. The doctor stared coldly at the ceiling, the taste of rum stinging his lips.

"My first in charge, Killer–he hasn't got the guts to do what I do. Sure he can kill, but can he kill a man with no remorse?"

"What about a woman? A child? Someone on our crew who betrays us? Can he bend his morals for a greater essence? Without despising himself for it?"

The redhead's hair swam against his face as the wind blew in through the window, and in too flowed the moonlight, giving the room a mystical glow.

"The answer is no. He cannot. Which is exactly why I made him wear a mask. You can look into his eyes and see right through him," he sneered.

Kid's nightmarish eyes locked with Law's. A shiver slid down the doctor's spine as the room went dark, a line of light capturing only the crimson grin on Kid's face.

"Oh how you remind me of him, Trafalgar."

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~simswimsbob