"Anybody else creeped out?" Zoro, a man who's normally unphased by his supernatural surroundings besides the Captain he followed who could easily put even the most one track minded men into a state of awe, was keeping his distance from just about everything the island of Dressrosa had to offer. The inhabitants of this kingdom were of mixed species. Humans and toys coexisted as one? Since when were toys living breathing creatures? Even the toy nutcracker that towered at about ten feet in height blinked as it marched on within the streets. Zoro's fellow crew heard him out, even they were getting the feeling of misplacement within this city.

Law took the lead, taking a hold on Zoro's chin and manually forced his head forward instead of the toy citizens. "Don't comment." Law suggested briefly. "I can't afford for our cover to be blown."

"You saying the stupid toys know you?" Zoro asked wondering what was up with the usual high secrecy. Even Luffy was joking about Law and the way he always worked under the radar, hating everything exciting and loud that'd complicate his thoroughly baked plans toward success. Luffy never took the easy way out of anything, it was either head on or not at all according to Luffy's Captain's book of life.

Law was a strange case for sure.

Law hesitated to answer Zoro's question. Then again, Law had noticed long before that Zoro wasn't one to talk even towards his crew. "The toys are more than likely oblivious as to who I am, but I do know their maker..." Law huffed, taking off his leopard spotted cap just to throw up his midnight black hood afterwards. "Just the very mention of my presence here to their Maker will alarm Joker-"

"But that Flamingo already knows we're here," Zoro spoke atop the Surgeon.

"Joker plays dirty. I'm sure he'd kill me right now if he could," the ravenette admits. Zoro now understood why he hid his iconic leopard print hat, like the name suggests, the hat was iconic. Just one look and you'll know who's the owner.

"I already knew The Flamingo played dirty," Zoro snickered. "Cause now I know I'm gonna cut his body into pieces after I get (Y/n) back."

"That girl is something else..." Law hummed. "(Y/n)-ya sounds like she's a disease on your mind. All you ever do is think of her, put her before yourself. What is she to you Zoro-ya?" Oh right, Law has only seen bits and pieces of your true relationship with Zoro. The man's only tagged along at the end of that adventure in Punk Hazard. You and him have never actually talked hand in hand, it left Law with no other choice but to survey your actions alone. You weren't a woman of much significance if any. Why were you a disease on Zoro's mind?

"You have no clue who (Y/n) is do you?" Zoro huffed.

"Besides her being a member on Mugiwara-ya's crew, not a thing."

"She's my mentor's daughter, when I met (Y/n)... I wanted to kill her..." Zoro began.

You lifted your leg, pressing your foot to his chest to create more of a distance, showing who ran the show around here. "You are our rival. We work for the World Government. You are a pirate. Ever since I was ten years old, I chose to be Mihawk's sword and will make sure he remains in the top spot," you leaned forward, applying more pressure to Zoro's chest having the man flinch, falling backwards to be pinned down under your boot. "Why don't you go bother Shanks? He loves your Captain, I'm sure he'll help Luffy's first mate."

"Now that's cold!" Perona popped her head into the room... Literally. "I thought Mihawk was cold, but you're even worse than him!" Ghost girl Perona slipped her entire body into the room as if walls weren't an obstacle. She pointed her finger at you aggravated beyond her own belief, finger phasing right through your face. She wasn't in her human form, so you couldn't care less if she were touching you.

"It's called isolation sweetheart," you tut, crossing your arms. "I don't have friends, I just came from war, and I quite frankly don't want to help out an enemy," this time, Perona was backing away afraid of what you were capable of doing. "You two can stay until Zoro's injuries subside, until then, keep out of my hair..."

Zoro snickered remembering the day you told Zoro where to stick it when you both met, human to human. Even Mihawk admitted you were a piece of work even for a man of his patience. "I couldn't stand (Y/n) in the beginning until I learned that she was just shy and didn't want me around. Me and her spent two years together and during those years I became her Master-"

"Perverted Bastard..." Law cursed under his breath.

"Don't rank me with Nosebleed!" Zoro snapped. "Besides, that's not what I meant."

"Master is a term for teacher or mastery in a subject, or how the term is used more frequently as is the dominant in a sexual relationship," Law just switched over into teacher mode. Zoro however just cocked a brow understanding where he went wrong with using such a term.

"Are you aware of (Y/n)'s ability?" And here I thought I wouldn't need to explain this again for a twentieth time... So damn tiring.

"I've heard from Nose-ya that she's your 3rd sword but I don't understand
..." Oh, Law did know something. That realization had Zoro looking to his hip, for the first time in a while, he now had three swords strapped to his hip. Ever since you because his 3rd sword, he stopped carrying around three swords and called upon your assistance whenever necessary.

His prized sword of white leather, Wado, the sword he received as a youth from the father to his rival Kuina.

The sword of black steel Zoro honorably won in a sword duel against Ryuma in Thriller Bark two years back.

And... And Your former sword which in turn was Red Haired Shanks' former sword. It wasn't a katana like Zoro preferred. But with your disappearance his cursed sword went missing as well. Zoro vowed he'd get you back from Doflamingo fighting with the strength of Shanks behind him.

"(Y/n) is able to shape shift into a sword," Zoro grumbled, clutching onto the handle to Shanks' sword. "She said that its a rare ability that's next to extinct now. But in order for (Y/n) to transform a person who has a strong bond with her must be able to wield her as a weapon like a sword makes a swordsman... I'm (Y/n)'s second ever and current Master, her father, Mihawk, being the first," just explaining Zoro's relationship to you greatly agravated Zoro's being. Why is it that whenever someone pops into my life someone has to try and get rid of them?

Law pinched the bridge of his nose. "It all makes sense..."

"What?" Zoro growled.

"Joker has always had a thing for money, he even goes as far as to purchasing rare species and treasures just to sell them again for a profit. When I was a child, Joker has shown a great interest in the fabled Weapon Shifters that you speak of... That greedy Bastard..."

"WHAT!?" Luffy's voice roared above everything the city had to offer. Law couldn't bring himself to continue on with his childhood nightmares and ran for the source of the confused cry. Luffy was far off, but within reach. Him and Franky were talking it up with an old male and a group of dirty men beaten to a pulp. They were crying for mercy, but Luffy was seething with anger.

"What happened here?" Zoro asked of Franky, taking hold of his sword like an instinct.

Franky brought a robotic hand to his face, scratching his forked chin through his bush of white false facial hair. "There's a Tournament taking place in the Corrida Colosseum," Franky sounded beyond confused. "The grand prize is the flame-flame fruit and Luffy started freaking out. May I ask why?"

Zoro lets go of his sword, he physically showed signs of astonishment with calm features and slumped shoulders. "That's Ace's devil fruit."

"Ya mean Luffy's late brother Fire Fist Ace?" Franky's eyes went large.

"Who else?" Law rolled his eyes.

"I-I gotta get Ace's fruit..." Luffy began to weep. "I have nothing left from Ace..."

"We'll win that tournament for ya!" Franky cheered.

"We have no choice!" Luffy snapped, his conquerors haki began wavering in frequency about the area. "We have to win the tournament for Ace AND (Y/n)!"

"But (Y/n)-"

"Just listen!" Luffy interrupted Zoro and smacked one of the roughed up guys in the chest who began to cry some more.

"The Grand Prizes for winning the Corrida Tournament wins the Flame-Flame fruit and the Ownership to Doflamingo's favorite slave!" The mn wailed out before forcing a piece of yellowed parchment into Law's hands and ran away like a dog with its tail tucked within his legs.

Law blinked, uncrumpling the sheet of parchment. Extravagant Black bolded letters and two pictures cluttered the page like a Bounty Poster for Criminals. There lied a picture of the flame-flame fruit, a fruit decorated with miniature flames with swirls in the middle of them. And beside it, was a picture of you. Those sharp Hawk eyes and your forearms the shape of katana swords. Your image were now out for the world to see, just like you wanted to avoid since the day of your crucifixion as a youth.

"(Y/n) fought Doflamingo..." Zoro was frozen in his tracks. "Why else did she show off her transformation?"

"You do realize that if we don't win this tournament then (Y/n) risks a life of slavery?" Franky just had to point that out...

"This is Joker's way of luring us out. Don't stoop to his level!" Law crumpled up the poster within his grasp.

"But this is (Y/n) we're talking about!" Luffy cried.

"Shanks and Mihawk are gonna have my ass..." Zoro grunted, a vein popping from his forehead. "I know I'm taking part in the tournament. And nobody will tell me otherwise!"

"Without you," Law sighed. "My plan for Joker's downfall won't see the light of day."

"Oh I See," Zoro smirked.

"I really hate this crew," Law admits.