When Love and Death Embrace
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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13,354
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38
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Sweet Pandemonium
Wow! I haven\'t updated this story in ages! ^^!
You see some new familiar faces in this chapter. Unfortunetly neither Sanji nor Zoro have a large role in this chapter. T-T.
Anyway, new chapter, and I don\'t own these OP fellas so don\'t sue me. I have no money.
When Love and Death Embrace
Ch.4
Sweet Pandemonium
Kuro stared at his desk in disdain. More specifically he stared at the note on his desk in disdain. It was a note saying that he was needed in another country by the next day.
He sighed and placed his head on his hand. He had to be slick about this. Kuro looked at the note from his board of executives. He would be in hot water if they knew about his slave trading ring.
Klahadore N. Kuro wasn’t just a slave trader. You could consider that a side job….a side job that no one knew about. But he was also CEO of Kuro-Neko Enterprises. Kuro-Neko Enterprises owned many businesses ranging from entertainment to weapons, but they also started new businesses. So in other words, Kuro was pretty happy with the daily paycheck he made.
That’s why he had to by careful with the slave trade. If anyone found out about it he would lose everything. Including his slaves.
Kuro shuddered at the thought. Looking back to the note it said he was to attend a board meeting in St. Paul to discuss their newest investments. His face turned downtrodden.
{This is going to take a while….I probably wont be back for weeks.}
The click of the door to his office went off and Kuro lifted his head to see one of his usual workers. A tall man dressed in a black suit wearing sunglasses.
“I brought him.”
“Ah, thank you, Marcus.”
The tall man known only as Marcus dragged a small figure over to Kuro by a chain clipped to the figures neck. Kuro shooed the man away and undid the chain, pulling the small one’s head onto his knees.
“How are we today Luffy?”
“I’m fine Master……I’m a little cold though.”
Kuro chuckled as he stood up, bringing Luffy with him. He settled the brunette down on the couch in his office, proceeding to wrap himself and the smaller in a conveniently placed afghan. He smiled when Luffy laid his head on his shoulder.
“Luffy..”
“….Yes, Master?”
“…Would you like to go on a trip with me?”
“I…I don’t understand.”
Kuro twirled his fingers in the younger man’s hair.
“I have to go away for a couple weeks, but I’ll be so lonely. Would you like to come with me? You’ll be able to go outside, eat good food, and wear clothing.”
He grinned as he saw those pale blind eyes widen. He knew the boy had never been outside in his life and had never worn a shred of clothing except for in his infancy.
“Please come with me,” Kuro begged with the evil sweet tone to his voice, “I would be ever so happy.”
His feral grin broke out as the small slave brokenly nodded.
“You’ve made me very happy Luffy.”
“I’m glad that you are, Master.”
Running his hands through the chocolaty hair, Kuro grinned to himself as he pressed the shivering youth to himself. He leaned down, proceeding to shove his tongue down the younger boy’s throat. Nipping at the rosey lips, he leaned back and rested back. He took Luffy’s shoulder’s and shoved him down. This signal meant only one thing.
Luffy gulped silently. With the afghan still on his shoulders he leaned down Kuro’s body, unaware that his master was horribly grinning to himself. Unzipping the flap on Kuro’s pants, he reached his hand, retrieving the prize from inside. He leaned over, preparing himself for his upcoming torture.
***
Nami flipped her hair back over her shoulders. It wasn’t easy being a high class lawyer in the bustling city. Nursing her Gin and Tonic in her hands she looked around her favorite bar and grille.
“Nami-san!”
She cocked an eyebrow as she heard the seductive voice of Kaizoku bar and grille’s head chef.
“Nice to see you, Sanji-san.”
The blonde grinned and set down Nami’s favorite dish, Firehouse Nacho Platter, down in front of her.
“Thanks. I really need this.”
Sitting in her both in front of her, Sanji rested his chin on his open palm.
“Rough night?”
“That’s a rather large understatement,” she deadpanned, reaching a hand out to snatch a cheese covered chip.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“This jerk came in today, saying he wanted to sue this fast food franchise because he’s too fat.”
She bit down on a jalapeno as Sanji barked out a laugh.
“What a moron!”
“I know! And the “Crocodile” was more annoying then ever today.”
The “Crocodile” was a fellow lawyer from Nami’s firm. No one except the head knew his real name, but everyone called him “Crocodile” due to the way he worked. He didn’t seem to be a problem until he bared his teeth. He, besides Nami, was the firm’s strongest asset. And he knew it too.
“Don’t worry Nami-san! Everyone know’s that you’re ten times smarter then that frog!”
She smiled affectionately at him.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
The little bell on the door rang, introducing a new customer. Sanji grinned as another regular walked into the Kaizoku. He quickly excused himself.
“Detective Smoker! Long time no see!”
The tall detective chewed on the cigar dangling from his lips, glad that he saw a familiar face. He nodded back to the blonde and quickly sat at the bar.
Zoro looked up from his dishwashing to the officer across from him.
“The usual, Detective?”
“The usual. And can I get a tuna salad on rye, Sanji?”
“One Sammich coming up,” he replied, retreating into the kitchen.
Grabbing a bottle of Vodka, cherry 7-Up and cherry grenadine, Zoro quickly and with ease made Smoker’s favorite drink: A Vodka Collins. He placed the drink in front of the detective who took a long swig.
Smoker looked over when Nami placed her food and drink on the bar, sitting at the open place next to him.
“Hey there, Detective.”
“Hey, Nami,” he responded, kissing her on the cheek in a sign of greeting, “Anything new down at the firm?”
“Not really. Stupid cases and stupid croc.”
He chuckled as he snatched a chip from Nami’s platter, proceeding to pop it in his mouth.
Smoker and Nami had known each other for a long time. They had met in college and had become good friends. After Smoker had joined the police academy they still kept in touch, getting together every now and then for a drink. Almost most of the time they hung out at Kaizoku, meaning Sanji and Zoro would be there for advice and other non-related things.
“Catch any bad guys today?”
“Nah,” he replied in boredom, “Nothing but paperwork today.”
“Oh, poor you,” another spoke from behind.
The two looked back and Nami made a sour face.
“Croc, whaddya want?!”
The infamous Crocodile took the spot on the other side of Smoker, leaving the detective in the middle.
“You annoy me enough at work, now do you have to annoy me at my favorite bar?!”
He grinned and lit up a cigarette.
“Whatever do you mean? I just wanted to grab a beer when I noticed you with detective Smoker.”
Nami knew the two had a past together, but let it go as she downed the rest of her drink.”
“Zoro! Gimme a Smirnoff!”
The green-haired bar-tender flipped off the cap of Nami’s favorite, Smirnoff Ice, and placed the bottle down on the bar.
“And one beer, bar-keep,” Crocodile added.
Smoker inhaled the smoke his cigar gave off , not noticing Sanji behind him.
“One Sammich, dear Smoker,” Sanji said as he picked up the plate that rested on his tray, balancing on one hand.
Smoker frowned.
“What’s that?”
Sanji raised an eyebrow as he watched Smoker pluck a note which had been taped to the bottom of his plate.
“What the heck?”
By now, Nami, Zoro, and Crocodile had become interested and watched intently as Smoker unfolded the letter.
“For the eyes of Detective Smoker, Miss Nami Bellemere, and Mr. Crocodile. Meet me in the alley behind Kaizoku for important information concerning pressing matters.
--S”
The three looked at each other, excitement glittering in their eyes. Grabbing their coats, the three quietly made their way outside while the bartender and chef stayed on guard.
Nami rubbed her hands together through her gloves. The night was cold and draped about one like a wet blanket. She quickly looked between the two men anxiously, not quite sure what was about to happen.
“Well that certainly was quick.”
The three looked in the opposite direction, staring at a tall man wearing a heavy black jacket and an odd straw hat.
“Are you the one who wrote the note?” Smoker spoke out.
“Quite. But first, since I already know your names you should have mine.”
He took off the hat, revealing a long patch of shaggy red hair.
“How do you do? My name is Shanks.”
TBC
You see some new familiar faces in this chapter. Unfortunetly neither Sanji nor Zoro have a large role in this chapter. T-T.
Anyway, new chapter, and I don\'t own these OP fellas so don\'t sue me. I have no money.
When Love and Death Embrace
Ch.4
Sweet Pandemonium
Kuro stared at his desk in disdain. More specifically he stared at the note on his desk in disdain. It was a note saying that he was needed in another country by the next day.
He sighed and placed his head on his hand. He had to be slick about this. Kuro looked at the note from his board of executives. He would be in hot water if they knew about his slave trading ring.
Klahadore N. Kuro wasn’t just a slave trader. You could consider that a side job….a side job that no one knew about. But he was also CEO of Kuro-Neko Enterprises. Kuro-Neko Enterprises owned many businesses ranging from entertainment to weapons, but they also started new businesses. So in other words, Kuro was pretty happy with the daily paycheck he made.
That’s why he had to by careful with the slave trade. If anyone found out about it he would lose everything. Including his slaves.
Kuro shuddered at the thought. Looking back to the note it said he was to attend a board meeting in St. Paul to discuss their newest investments. His face turned downtrodden.
{This is going to take a while….I probably wont be back for weeks.}
The click of the door to his office went off and Kuro lifted his head to see one of his usual workers. A tall man dressed in a black suit wearing sunglasses.
“I brought him.”
“Ah, thank you, Marcus.”
The tall man known only as Marcus dragged a small figure over to Kuro by a chain clipped to the figures neck. Kuro shooed the man away and undid the chain, pulling the small one’s head onto his knees.
“How are we today Luffy?”
“I’m fine Master……I’m a little cold though.”
Kuro chuckled as he stood up, bringing Luffy with him. He settled the brunette down on the couch in his office, proceeding to wrap himself and the smaller in a conveniently placed afghan. He smiled when Luffy laid his head on his shoulder.
“Luffy..”
“….Yes, Master?”
“…Would you like to go on a trip with me?”
“I…I don’t understand.”
Kuro twirled his fingers in the younger man’s hair.
“I have to go away for a couple weeks, but I’ll be so lonely. Would you like to come with me? You’ll be able to go outside, eat good food, and wear clothing.”
He grinned as he saw those pale blind eyes widen. He knew the boy had never been outside in his life and had never worn a shred of clothing except for in his infancy.
“Please come with me,” Kuro begged with the evil sweet tone to his voice, “I would be ever so happy.”
His feral grin broke out as the small slave brokenly nodded.
“You’ve made me very happy Luffy.”
“I’m glad that you are, Master.”
Running his hands through the chocolaty hair, Kuro grinned to himself as he pressed the shivering youth to himself. He leaned down, proceeding to shove his tongue down the younger boy’s throat. Nipping at the rosey lips, he leaned back and rested back. He took Luffy’s shoulder’s and shoved him down. This signal meant only one thing.
Luffy gulped silently. With the afghan still on his shoulders he leaned down Kuro’s body, unaware that his master was horribly grinning to himself. Unzipping the flap on Kuro’s pants, he reached his hand, retrieving the prize from inside. He leaned over, preparing himself for his upcoming torture.
***
Nami flipped her hair back over her shoulders. It wasn’t easy being a high class lawyer in the bustling city. Nursing her Gin and Tonic in her hands she looked around her favorite bar and grille.
“Nami-san!”
She cocked an eyebrow as she heard the seductive voice of Kaizoku bar and grille’s head chef.
“Nice to see you, Sanji-san.”
The blonde grinned and set down Nami’s favorite dish, Firehouse Nacho Platter, down in front of her.
“Thanks. I really need this.”
Sitting in her both in front of her, Sanji rested his chin on his open palm.
“Rough night?”
“That’s a rather large understatement,” she deadpanned, reaching a hand out to snatch a cheese covered chip.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“This jerk came in today, saying he wanted to sue this fast food franchise because he’s too fat.”
She bit down on a jalapeno as Sanji barked out a laugh.
“What a moron!”
“I know! And the “Crocodile” was more annoying then ever today.”
The “Crocodile” was a fellow lawyer from Nami’s firm. No one except the head knew his real name, but everyone called him “Crocodile” due to the way he worked. He didn’t seem to be a problem until he bared his teeth. He, besides Nami, was the firm’s strongest asset. And he knew it too.
“Don’t worry Nami-san! Everyone know’s that you’re ten times smarter then that frog!”
She smiled affectionately at him.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
The little bell on the door rang, introducing a new customer. Sanji grinned as another regular walked into the Kaizoku. He quickly excused himself.
“Detective Smoker! Long time no see!”
The tall detective chewed on the cigar dangling from his lips, glad that he saw a familiar face. He nodded back to the blonde and quickly sat at the bar.
Zoro looked up from his dishwashing to the officer across from him.
“The usual, Detective?”
“The usual. And can I get a tuna salad on rye, Sanji?”
“One Sammich coming up,” he replied, retreating into the kitchen.
Grabbing a bottle of Vodka, cherry 7-Up and cherry grenadine, Zoro quickly and with ease made Smoker’s favorite drink: A Vodka Collins. He placed the drink in front of the detective who took a long swig.
Smoker looked over when Nami placed her food and drink on the bar, sitting at the open place next to him.
“Hey there, Detective.”
“Hey, Nami,” he responded, kissing her on the cheek in a sign of greeting, “Anything new down at the firm?”
“Not really. Stupid cases and stupid croc.”
He chuckled as he snatched a chip from Nami’s platter, proceeding to pop it in his mouth.
Smoker and Nami had known each other for a long time. They had met in college and had become good friends. After Smoker had joined the police academy they still kept in touch, getting together every now and then for a drink. Almost most of the time they hung out at Kaizoku, meaning Sanji and Zoro would be there for advice and other non-related things.
“Catch any bad guys today?”
“Nah,” he replied in boredom, “Nothing but paperwork today.”
“Oh, poor you,” another spoke from behind.
The two looked back and Nami made a sour face.
“Croc, whaddya want?!”
The infamous Crocodile took the spot on the other side of Smoker, leaving the detective in the middle.
“You annoy me enough at work, now do you have to annoy me at my favorite bar?!”
He grinned and lit up a cigarette.
“Whatever do you mean? I just wanted to grab a beer when I noticed you with detective Smoker.”
Nami knew the two had a past together, but let it go as she downed the rest of her drink.”
“Zoro! Gimme a Smirnoff!”
The green-haired bar-tender flipped off the cap of Nami’s favorite, Smirnoff Ice, and placed the bottle down on the bar.
“And one beer, bar-keep,” Crocodile added.
Smoker inhaled the smoke his cigar gave off , not noticing Sanji behind him.
“One Sammich, dear Smoker,” Sanji said as he picked up the plate that rested on his tray, balancing on one hand.
Smoker frowned.
“What’s that?”
Sanji raised an eyebrow as he watched Smoker pluck a note which had been taped to the bottom of his plate.
“What the heck?”
By now, Nami, Zoro, and Crocodile had become interested and watched intently as Smoker unfolded the letter.
“For the eyes of Detective Smoker, Miss Nami Bellemere, and Mr. Crocodile. Meet me in the alley behind Kaizoku for important information concerning pressing matters.
--S”
The three looked at each other, excitement glittering in their eyes. Grabbing their coats, the three quietly made their way outside while the bartender and chef stayed on guard.
Nami rubbed her hands together through her gloves. The night was cold and draped about one like a wet blanket. She quickly looked between the two men anxiously, not quite sure what was about to happen.
“Well that certainly was quick.”
The three looked in the opposite direction, staring at a tall man wearing a heavy black jacket and an odd straw hat.
“Are you the one who wrote the note?” Smoker spoke out.
“Quite. But first, since I already know your names you should have mine.”
He took off the hat, revealing a long patch of shaggy red hair.
“How do you do? My name is Shanks.”
TBC