Law ran away right the first evening ashore.

Corazon had left only for a moment - to get them something to eat and be back in just half an hour - but Law didn't need longer than that. The second Doflamingo's clumsy brother disappeared behind the corner, Law dashed to where they'd arrived from: to the shore where stupid Corazon had moored the boat. He planned to return to the Donquixote Family as soon as possible. To anger Doflamingo had never been a good idea, especially when there was a chance to find a Devil Fruit able to cure his illness. Actually, Law had little hope for that, but his rational part kept telling him it would be silly to give up having not tried anything first. He didn't intend to die sooner than one year from now, and everything could still happen until then.

Corazon claimed they would find the cure for his disease, but conventional medicine was still powerless before that poison that consumed Law's body. In that last two years, Law hadn't neglected his medical studies - although the only cause for that was just his own interest and, perhaps, some habit, for he no longer planned to treat anyone - and was perfectly aware that Amber Lead Syndrome remained to be a terminal condition. Then again, Corazon was guided by some foolish optimism that wasn't based on any reliable knowledge... Did he really think that Law would come with him, like a good kid, and willingly expose himself to what had welcomed them in that hospital? Actually, the doctors' and nurses' reaction, even if horrible, had been perfectly understandable... and Law was above caring about the opinion of some stupid people who meant to him less than an air. It was Corazon's idiocy that annoyed him, even now that he was running to the shore, getting away from his kidnapper. No, Law wasn't going to spend any longer with him...!

For that two years, he'd managed to somehow tolerate Corazon, but now he remembered that fierce hatred that Doflamingo's brother had aroused in him right from the very start. Recently, he hadn't felt it at all; he'd learned to stomach him like... like an unnerving part of the decor or the scenery that he could nothing about. He'd even learned to laugh at the man's clumsiness, emphasized by Baby 5 and Buffalo's pranks. However, now that he'd got to know the truth about him... when Corazon, without asking his opinion, had simply kidnapped him with some preposterous goal in mind... Now Law felt that fury again - that anger that once had given him strength to pierce the bastard with a sword and wait for his death. That regret that such stupid people could live while many deserving life had died.

He wanted to return to Doflamingo and continue his existence filled with destroying and killing. The world had turned its back on him, so he wasn't going to bother himself with the world, either. The only sensible attitude was to answer the evil with the evil. Doflamingo had made it possible, and Law had no desire to give that opportunity up. He would go back, maybe even apologise... (Apologise for Corazon?! Everything inside him boiled at that thought...!) Or maybe he should tell Doflamingo the truth about his brother, which he foolishly hadn't done before...? There was still a good chance that Doflamingo would get rid of that moron with his own hands... and Law's biggest problem would cease to exist.

He could see the shore already. There was still one hour until the sunset. The weather was fine, and the wind was strong enough so that he managed to quickly depart from the island. Even if Corazon wanted to go after him, he wouldn't be able to swim; he would have to find a new boat first, and it should be pretty enough for Law. When darkness fell, no-one would find him. There was only a few hundred meters left - and he would be free.

The next moment he saw the shadow looming over him. Instinctively, he turned around but didn't manage to escape the long arms reaching for him. He let a cry of frustration when two strong hands clutched at his shoulders. He hadn't even heard his steps...!

"Law, I won't let you go back to Doffy...!"

He tried to wrench himself free but had no chance to win against an adult man, and such a giant, on top of it. "Let me go...!" he yelled, struggling. "I'll go back... I swear I'll go back...!"

"Law, you can't g-"

Corazon didn't finish the sentence, for that very second he tripped on the even road (maybe Law's scrambling had contributed to it, too) and fell flat on the ground. Law didn't lose time only wrenched himself from his weakening grasp, but one long arm still managed to seize his ankle. Furious kicking didn't help; the strong fingers kept him tight. Corazon rose as if nothing had happened, grabbed him by the collar and lifted in the air like a puppy...! Law didn't stop attempting to free himself, but his efforts were doomed to fail. In this state, nor his hands nor legs could reach the big man.

"Law, I know you're disappointed after what happened today," Corazon said, caring little about the cut on his eyebrow and swollen nose, both dripping blood. "I'm furious myself," he added with an eerie smile.

Law stopped to struggle and instead stared at Corazon in disbelief. That retard really thought something like that...?!

"I'm not disappointed," he drawled, trying to convince himself. "I didn't expect anything else," he added, believing it whole-heartedly.

Corazon nodded. "Don't let it bother you," he said as if he hadn't heard what Law had just said. "We'll try in the next city."

"I don't want...!"

"Everything will be fine," Corazon replied, putting him down on the ground, although he still kept him by the collar. "There's no use to give up after just one fail. Actually, it's a good recipe for life itself."

Law let out a hissing sound. He was getting even angrier, although he'd thought it to be impossible. Finally, Corazon released him and wiped his own face with a sleeve. For a moment, he stared at the blood at the white fabric and then, without warning, he grinned at Law.

"Nothing to worry about. It'll heal itself," he informed happily.

Law averted his eyes, suppressing a sigh of frustration. Corazon was not only an idiot; he was a total nut, too. Unfortunately for Law's, that nut had strength of several men and legs longer than Law was tall. In this situation, a successful escape was out of question.

"Let's go," Corazon said with a gentle suggestion.

Law was still staring to the side, arms folded on his chest. In the end, he cast his enforced carer an angry look and started to walk towards their temporary lodgings.

He would try next time.