would you kindly slice Law's throat for me?
Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command and my muse has to obey.
Once again, Ikkaku found herself forced to do Doflamingo’s awful bidding. Why were they all obsessed with murdering Law? Was Joker too much of a coward to go after him himself? Had he given up on the immortality surgery?
Whatever the reason, the engineer found herself in the infirmary where Law lay in bed from her last attempt, unconscious. The lung transplant had gone well, it seemed. Ikkaku should have felt relieved, but all she felt was fear as her hand wrapped around the handle of a scalpel independently from her screaming mind. She wanted to cry out, to warn him, to at least apologize for this unwilling betrayal, but her lips and tongue wouldn’t move. Her arm came up over her head and, in a wide, deadly arch, swung down to pierce Law’s defenseless throat.
Except just as the knife was coming down, a blue bubble filled the infirmary and Law’s not-so-unconscious body was replaced with a pillow from another cot. He sat on the once-empty bed, pulling Kikoku from her hiding place beneath the covers. Apparently, he’d expected another attempt on his life and had prepared ahead of time.
Ikkaku could have laughed with joy as her limbs were removed and restrained, the scalpel falling to the ground with a clatter. Of course Law wouldn’t be caught off-guard twice. Her clever captain always had a plan.
