Here I am, adding more to another one shot because someone had the idea of doing one for Kidd, though my idea is kinda different then what everyone probably would have thought. So I hope you like this.

Warning: Sorry if Lavender is mary-sue. I don't know if she is...but I just get the vibe that she is if you know what I mean. Like her name and the dragon-like-ness. So yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, but OCs is mine.

Bullet Holes.

"You fucking, flying whore!" the red head roared with a course voice ringing from his sore throat as his fingers clung to the wall with a death grip, staring at the smirking horned woman hovering out of reach of his hands itching to choke her.

Her smirk widened wickedly at him with amusement rising in his glistening dragon-gold eyes. She had taken Trafalgar's suggestion of finding the violent Eustass 'Captain' Kidd and putting him to her test. And it was a blast.

He wasn't like the other humans she put in her game of life and death; she was pretty sure if a withered old woman came asking for his help he would probably kill her right away before she could get the words 'down here' out of her mouth. But she was willing to adapt to different situations and she shifted with her magic into a more young and feminine form that easily drew the tall red head to a dark alley when he saw the curvy body calling him over, and well, then he woke up dangling off the edge of a carter with hot boiling water curtsy of the hot spot right under it.

Another thing she had to adapt to, not her usual volcano home for her game of choice, but still had the same effect. Caused the pirate captain to fidget with uncontrollable anger as he gripped to the wall with his back firmly to the heated and wet rock on the thin ledge she had pushed him onto.

He was more violent then any other man she had tested, and didn't scare easily, which made the game longer, more enjoyable.

"I'm so going to fucking kill you." Kidd breathed out through clenched teeth, twitching in pain every time he spoke.

She just smirked at him more, watching him breathe in and out heavily, his well built chest rising and falling dramatically as sweat covered his body, rolling down his muscles from the heat and steam filtering up from the bubbling water. She would admit: it was an attractive sight.

"It's hard to do that if you have no weapons, human." She pointed out smugly placing her gauntlet covered hands to her hips, eyeing the missing strap cross his chest that she had thrown away after he was knocked out cold.

Kidd just forced a harsh growl from his throat, though in pain because that is where she had held him over the crater.

"Plus." She went on smoothly, letting her gaze fall over the red bruise on his neck and her smirk widened even more. "Do you think that's a wise choice human, remember, you must make the right choice, or else." She chuckled darkly.

Kidd stared to grin like a devil at the words.

She stared at him, the smile faltering on her lips at the uncomfortable grin.

"I think it's you who made the wrong choice, bitch." Kidd sneered through a widening grin.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She screamed; gripping her side and the rushed feeling of stinging pain sent her nerves into panic. Grinding her teeth together, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to force the pain away from her side, taking in deep, calmly breaths in and out. Something slipped out passed some of her armor while the rest of the liquid ran down the skin on behind it.

"Made the wrong choice to make me play this game." Kidd jeered, and she looked up at him seeing he had a gun in his hand.

How...

"Now it's you who will pay." Bang! "Good night."

She felt another shot of pain run down her spine as the bullet hit the middle of her chest, the lead running through the thick black steel plate and chainmail under it, digging a hole through her crimson skin. Her wings lost flight because of unbearable pain, and she went tumbling into the boiling lava water of the crater with a splash.

Law sat lazily at the seat in the dim tavern his crew was at, reading the morning paper even if it was late at night as he tried to ignore the smell of stale ale and the bitter smell of sex wafting from the tavern whores eyeing him with greedy, lustful eyes. Rolling his eyes at the diseases riddled women, his fingers flipped through the pages, eyeing the deadly massacre that Eustass Kidd caused on an unfortunate island.

Law knew that his red headed rival was violent, merciless, and just a plain brute of a man, but for an unknown reason, Kidd killed an entire island by throwing the people into a boiling carter of water above a hot spot, alive. Truly a violent thing to do, not even he would do that, unless a reason called for it of course, but Kidd did it for no reason, so it was probably just for sheer fun.

Law just shook his head in slight disgust.

Tossing aside the paper with disinterest, he propped his feet up on the table, crossing his ankles and slipping his hat over his eyes to relax a bit in the quiet before his crew decided to cause mayhem to the bar.

"Captain! Captain!"

Speak of the devil.

Law groaned, throwing back his head and the hat shifted back correctly on his head as he listened to the sound of his first-mate running through the swinging doors and rushed footsteps to his side. "What is it, Bepo." he scowled mildly at the polar bear towering above him.

"Something is happening outside, Captain. You have to take a look at it." Bepo said in a hurried voice, out of breath from running so quickly to find his captain.

Law growled. "Don't order me around."

Bepo yelped slightly at the dark look his captain was giving him from under the brim of his signature white, brown spotted hat, and then the polar bear hung his head low in shame. "I'm sorry…"

Law relaxed the scowling expression on his face as he sighed, patting the bear's arms gently. "I'll go see."

Bepo's head perked back up, twitching his ears as he heard his captain scoot the chair away from the table and the heels of his boots clicked against the wooden floor. "This way, Captain." The polar bear waved Law to follow him outside.

Another sigh escaped passed Law's lips.

This wasn't how he wanted to spend his evening; seeing what all the fuss was about, though it was better then being stared at by a bunch of whores. The fresh air of night welcomed him as he stepped through the open doorway, and the small murmuring of curious voices caused him to scan the crowds of people. He saw that the villagers were all outside, looking up towards the night sky with confused blinking eyes, and when Law looked to his first-mate, he saw that Bepo was looking up as well. So he looked up lazily, but then his eyes opened wide at the sight.

He didn't know what it was, but it was a black burning object, coated with red flames hurtling towards the island. It looked like a meteor against the dark sky, doing a nose dive towards the forest coated piece of floating land, and that caused the village to go into a panicked frenzy, running wildly around the shacks of houses as the flying sphere of burning fire came closer and closer.

Law felt something weird. Something weird within the pits of his gut and he didn't move. He just stood there, blinking at the ball of ash swarming the stary sky with a fiery tail behind it, he thought he heard Bepo telling him to move and get to the sub because if they didn't they were bound to die in a flaming death.

A flaming death? That sounded familiar.

The smell of sulfur and brimstone pierced his senses, sending a hand flying to his nose as the intense stench of it all when the object was so close. It was like it was morning, engulfing the island in light that only the sun could give, but there was an odd glow casted that the sun couldn't give.

An odd glow…another thing that seemed familiar, but why couldn't he put his finger on it.

Then it hit.

The object pounding the forest ground behind the village, shaking the ground mercilessly as the flames burst apart, bits of ash raining down on the trees like fireworks gone wrong.

Law stumbled from the shaking on wobbly legs; he was so focused on trying to remember all the things that reminded him of that…that something. What as it?

A roar.

It was loud and echoing, course sounding like nails on a chalkboard, lingering in the air to shatter ears, and shattering his walled thoughts.

Lavender.

"Captain!" Bepo screamed in panic. "Where are you going!"

"Stay!" Law ordered Bepo like a dog over the screaming people as he ran into the woods, not even looking back at his bewildered first-mate and crew.

It was Lavender.

He never thought he would see her again. Did he want to? Yes, he did.

After his long nap, though it lasted two full days which never happened to him before in years, questions swarmed his mind. There were so many questions left unsaid that he wanted answered. Why the game of choice? Why a life and death theme? Why was it humans, err, people that were symbols of causing fear? Sure she gave a small reason, but there had to be more, and he wanted to know why. Why, well he was apart of the game and lived, shouldn't he get to know just because of that?

But most importantly, everything about dragons.

The magic, the blending in, the changing, everything.

It interested him for weeks and kicked him self in the gut for not getting more questions out of her before she flew away into the night. But after the months passed by and other important things came to his mind, he forgot about the little game, how he could do that was beyond him since he almost died, but he did and it didn't matter anymore because now he was going to get his second chance.

"Lavender!" he shouted the name over the intense flames clinging to the trees and grass, and he felt the same heat heating his skin causing him to sweat.

There was no response.

"Lavender!" he shouted louder into the crackling fires, but there was still no answer to his call, and he knew he had to go in. Cautiously, he walked into the inferno, watching his step to look for the horned woman he hadn't seen in months. He wondered what if she looked the same.

Then something moved, making him stop dead in his tracks and stare; craning his head up to follow the towering being above him.

"Lavender…?" he questioned, gawking with a slack jaw at the dragon standing proudly before him.

Pitch-black scales covered the large body with a crimson underbelly that shifted when it breathed, causing the winkles to expand and shrink with each inhale and exhale. Talon claws dug into the ashy dirt, moving towards him and lowered its head to him to his the deadly golden glaze boring in his own.

She looked different. If it was her.

The dragon extended its neck up high, opening its jaw, letting roars erupt from the long throat.

Law covered his ears and the piercing scream, closing his eyes tightly at the ear splitting cry and his eardrums would pay in the morning for that, but his stance was more important as the dragon spread its wings out wide, flapping them harshly and the fires around them dimmed while others disappeared along with the heat.

His eyes snapped open when he felt the rumble of the dragon move towards him and his head whipped up to see the dragon's large head within inches of him. "Lavender…" he repeated slowly as the dragon's head moved closer to his body until the snout was pressing against his chest, almost in a loving way.

Then he went flying backwards into a tree when the dragon blew a rush of hot air to his body, ramming his back into the bark and he groaned as he slid to the ground.

"Well, well, well." A female voice drew out roughly with a breathy tone. "If it isn't my favorite human, Trafalgar Law."

Law snapped his head up at the voice and there, walking through the fire in her black death armor of spikes and skulls was Lavender, but she was clutching desperately at the space in the middle of her chest with one hand as the other held her side tightly.

"Lavender…" his eyes opened wide as he said her name for the fifth time as she sauntered with a slight limp in her slow step.

"Don't wear my name out now, human." She mused with a forced smirk on her face filled with pain.

Law slowly and painfully got up from his spot on the ground to walk over to the heavily panting dragon that was keeling over in pain. "What happened?" he questioned, making it just in time to catch her before she tumbled forward to the ground.

Her breath was shallow and her face twisted in pain as he held her in his arms. "I…need your help…" she gasped, wincing in pain as her hand clutched harder to her side.

"I need to know what happened, I can't do anything if you don't tell me." Law said in a calm voice, trying to ease the dragon.

"Just get them out…" she rasped, her breath turning into wheezing as she flinched in pain.

"Get what—"

"The bullets!" she screamed, latching onto his collar with a metal fist to bring her scornful face within inches of his. "Get them out of me!"

Law just stared at her for a second, blinking as her face twisted in painful anger. "Alright." He answered her simply, snaking his arms around her shoulders and under her legs and lifted. "Whoa-wow, you're heavy." He huffed with a grunt, struggling to hold her up. He was strong and had the lean muscles to prove it, but she was heavy weight with all that black armor on her person.

"Are you calling me fat." She scowled at him darkly through heavy pants.

"I think it's the armor, Miss Lavender." He said with a weak smirk.

She just grunted, looking away with an annoyed face.

"Can you change into something that is easier to carry, so I can get the bullets out quicker?"

She paused to look at him, looking like she was thinking it over and then in a simmering red light that blinded him, he felt the weight in his arms turn to nothing and something scaly against the skin of his tattooed arms.

When he looked down after the light dimmed, he saw a small miniature dragon of the larger one he saw before.

"Well." A small smirk crossed his lips. "This is much easier."

A small annoyed growl came from the dragon and it snarled at him, flashing its sharp teeth.

"Now, now, Miss Lavender." Law teased the small dragon, with a playful smirk. "Let's not be violent. I am helping you."

A grumble of a growl came from the dragon's throat, and she curled into a tight ball within Law's cradling arms, shifting close to his body as he walked back into town.

"Captain!" Bepo yelled frantically as Law came walking into view and he started rushing to his side, but slowed down when he noticed the scaly bundle in his captain's arms. "Err…Captain…?"

"Where's Brodie?" Law questioned his confused first-mate, ignoring the black button eyes staring at the small dragon.

"He went back to the sub…" Bepo answered slowly. "But Captain…what's that?" the bear pointed with a single claw towards the moving bundle in his captain's arms.

Law just smirked lightly, glancing down at the small dragon. "It's Lavender, Bepo."

Brodie just stared at the small dragon lying on the table of the surgery room with confused, blinking blue-grey eyes.

"It's rude to stare, Brodie." Law mildly scolded his medical assistant while he snapped on rubber gloves.

"Sorry, Captain." Brodie said quickly, but it didn't end there. "But…it's a…"

"Dragon?" Law mused as he finished the statement.

Brodie just nodded dumbly at him.

"Don't worry." Law reassured his medical assistant with a smirk. "She's harmless." Most of the time, but Brodie didn't need to know that part. "Now, Miss Lavender." He turned to the squirming dragon on his surgery table. "I think this will be a whole lot easier if you switch back."

The dragon was shivering at the cool surface, rolling back and forth to warm up.

"Miss Lavender."

The dragon growled with a grunt, obviously not happy with the idea of her skin on a cold surface when her scaly skin could barely take it.

Law sighed deeply. "If you want me to get those bullets out, you need to change."

The dragon paused its rolling, and just looked up at Law with boring golden eyes then the red fiery light appeared again, blinding both him and his medical assistant. "There happy." She snarled, lying on the table with a scowl towards Law.

Brodie's jaw fell to the floor when he saw the new appearance of the dragon in a womanly form, and Law helped him pick it up.

"Very, Miss Lavender." Law smirked smugly. "Now if you could get the armor off, we can get those bullets out."

She scowled at him, but did what she was told. Slowly, with his help, she sat up to start unbuckling the clips that held her black steel armor together, then Law blinked when the steel was off at another layer of armor chainmail that was hidden under the steel.

No wonder she was ungodly heavy.

She struggled with pulling the chainmail shirt from over her head since it wasn't like the steel plate that easily slipped off, so Law had to help pull it over her head. Then he stared again.

Not something perverted either, mind you, he was a doctor; he wasn't going to act like that went he was operating on someone. He was starting at the blood caked to the side of her stomach.

"Brodie."

"Aye." His medical assistant understood and cleared away some of the blood so he could get a better look at the wound, or wounds.

Once the blood was gone, Law could clearly see that there were three punkers, all lined up closed together, ripping the skin to make it seem like one big gapping hole in her side. He grimaced, it was a nasty looking hole, but was left to wonder how she survived.

"Miss Lavender how did you survive this?" He started to ask. "These bullets going into your side like this should have killed you a long time ago."

She looked at him with an odd look. "Three…I have four."

"Miss Lavender, I think you're mistaken. I only see three entrance holes at your side."

She simply pointed to the middle of the black cloth wrapped around her chest, and her finger touched the fabric with a hole in the middle of her breasts.

And Law saw the fourth one, and he was still baffled with the question of how did she survive?

The surgery was a success, not that he was in any mind that it wouldn't be. He was a good doctor. But now he sat there watching Lavender, who was bandaged from her stomach to her chest and wearing a simple pair of black trousers that she wore under all her armor, and she explored his infirmary, looking through all his cabinets with curious eyes.

Tapping his fingers against the metal desk, he thought about what he should ask, and where he should even start. He had questions when he saw her coming to the island in such a flashy fashion, but now after the survival of a fatal shot brought many, many more questions to his mind.

"Miss Lavender." He started to say.

She turned away from the open cabinet and looked at him with raised eyebrow, wrinkling the copper tattoo on her forehead.

"Who shot you?"

She looked disinterested with the question and went back to the jars of human organs he had in the cabinet she curiously opened.

"Miss Lavender."

She pulled out a jar with two floating eyes in the grimy looking liquid to preserve it then she simply said. "Eustass Kidd."

Law looked at her in shock. "Mister Eustass did that to you?"

"Yes, he did." She said, going back to the cabinet to pull out a jar with a liver swimming inside.

"Didn't you take his weapons?" He questioned her, feeling a rise of curiosity.

Now he was starting to feel the pieces fall into place, figuring out the unknown reason why Kidd decided to brutal and more violently then normal.

"I did take his weapons, but apparently he has a hidden gun within his coat." She scoffed placing the jar with the eyes on her head while she pulled out another jar that had a brain within.

"Really?" That was something to put in a metal note for the next time he saw Kidd, but looked more amused at the dragon parading around his infirmary while balancing jars of body parts. "Having fun there, Miss Lavender?" he mused, leaning back further in his seat.

She turned her gaze away from the jar atop her head looked towards him with a smirk. "It's interesting." She returned with an equal muse. "I've never seen the inside of a human before. They usually are burnt to death within my presence."

Law chuckled humorous, propping his elbow on the desk so he could rest his chin in his hand. "I figured that, Miss Lavender."

"Could you show me the insides of a human?" she asked with full seriousness as she walked over towards him, glancing up every once and while as she walked like she was on a tight rope, watching the jar of eyes.

Law stood up from his seat, taking the jar from off her head and placed it on the metal surface of the desk. "I would be delighted to since you will be staying until your wounds are completely healed." He smirked eerily at the thought of showing the human body inside and out to the dragon. He would need to get some more…experiments at the next island they went to, marines preferably. "But before I do that." He added on quickly, making the smile on her lips falter slightly. "I still have one more question."

She looked at him curiously, quietly waiting for him to ask the needed question.

"Where are your wings?" he questioned, letting his fingers brush over her bare shoulder blades where the missing wings should have been.

He had noticed it shortly during operation that her back was only the smooth red with no sign of wings ever being there, but her wounds proved to be more important, and curious, so the question about her missing wings was lost quickly.

She smirked and then in black clouds of mist screeching from her back the wings shot out to their full length, only to break his glass medical cabinets.

He cringed at the sound of glass dropping down to the metal floor like water dripping from a faucet along with the large taps of bottles rolling out from their shelving.

This was going to be a long couple of weeks.

So for this little story, I will be using the crew that is in Bones, but Ameria will not be in here. She doesn't need to be in anymore stories, because she will be showing up in His Heir, though not any time soon. But you get the picture.

So for those who don't know who Brodie is, well, he's Law's medical assistant, which I guess is kind of obvious.