*Lillian POV*

My dark blue converse scuff along the pavement as I walk from my apartment located conveniently seven blocks from campus.

I adjust my plain black backpack trying to distribute the weight off what feels like 20 books plus my lap top.

Today was my first day at Marineford University, a prestigious medical school in town of Sabaody. I tried to get myself pumped up about my first day, getting accepted is no easy task, but I was starting a month later than everyone else here.

I tried doing as much homework as I could in the hospital but with the surgeries I had, it was so hard just to keep my eyes open for a whole day. When I was recovering I managed to cut down from being a month behind to being only two weeks behind. Only.

I sigh and stuck my hands into my charcoal grey hoodie that said Marineford across the chest.

Not only was I going to have to struggle with schooling, how was I going to make friends this late in the school year. Everyone else has gotten to know each other for the past month and found what clubs they wanted to be in.

I slip my iPhone out my jean pocket and check the time. 9:55. Crap. Class was going to start in five minutes. I pick up my pace and start to jog, my long brown pony tail bouncing behind me.

I break into a sprint as a white stone mansion with tall stone pillars come into view. That mansion was Marineford University main building where all of the classes were. There was a few other brick buildings on campus but they were just used for sports or housing.

I whip open the front door and spirit toward my class room. My shoes squeak as I come to a halt in front of class room 103.

I take a deep breath to collect myself, holding my aching side, and gently open the door.

I find myself in a room with a lot of natural light from the big clean windows, that has the sterile smell of clean product, and surrounded by sound of chattering students.

The room has fourteen cedar tables that seat two people in two rows of seven, there are medical posters hung up everywhere on the plain white wall, cabinets fill the wall filled with who know what, and in the front is a large wooden teaches desk, podium, one large smart board, and a skeleton.

Overall it is a very generic room but you can tell that everything is up to date by this year's model of the Apple desktop computer on the teacher's desk.

"You must be Miss Hayashi. Glad that you could finally join us. I will be your teacher. My name is Dr. Kureha." I turn to see a lady that could easily be 70 or more. Her long grey hair fall to her lower back. She is where a tight pink shirt, a long sleeve purple sweater, black dress pants, and black boots. I try to advert my eyes from the obvious plastic surgery she has had done on her body especially her chest. No one is that perky when they are her age. No one.

She lifts an eyebrow, "Trying to figure out that secret to my youth. If you stay after class I will tell you." I shake my head quickly and bow, "Sorry for my rudeness. It is nice to meet you Dr. Kureha."

She clamps my shoulder and spins me toward the now settled in class, "Everyone this is Hayashi Lillian. She will be joining us from now on. She had some personal issues so she wasn't able to join us until now."

I close my eyes and inhale irritated. Was this necessary? I am 22. She was acting like this was an elementary classroom.

I bow politely and scan the room. A young boy who had to be about 16 or 17 with big brown eyes and freckles smiles at me. The pale girl sitting next to him with white blonde shoulder length hair and giant brown eyes also gives me a comforting smile.

I relax a little bit. At least they seem friendly. I scan the room and realize the only open seat is in the back row by the window, but the spot seems to be taken by the gentlemen's feet who is already lounging at the table.

"Lucky for you Miss Hayashi the only seat left is next to Trafalgar Law. Maybe if you are lucky Trafalgar will show you around campus and help you play catch up on your studies. What do you think Trafalgar?" My teacher questions the raven haired boy.

He gives a sly smile form underneath him white fur hat with black spots near the rim, "Maybe. Seems like a lot of work."

Dr. Kureha glares at Trafalgar, "You are a shitty honor student Law."

The boy just shrugs, "I know but just because I am you top student doesn't mean I have to overexert myself."

My teacher pushes me forward and grumbles, "Good luck."

Great I get to sit next to an arrogant know it all. Super.

As I move toward my seat I get a better look at Trafalgar. He is a taller, slim man with yellow eyes, sideburns and a small goatee on his chin. He is wearing a yellow sweatshirt with black sleeves and hood with a weird smiley face design on it, he wears jeans with black spots around the thighs, knees, and ankles, and on his feet are black pointed toe boots.

As I get closer I see his sweatshirt sleeves are rolled up and expose tattoos which is surprising for a medical student. His knuckle tattoos spell out Death, he has crosses on the back of his hands, and two spiky ovals on his forearms.

All eyes are on me when get to my seat thus proving how rebellious this guy is. I look down at his boots on the wooden chair that I am supposed to sit in.

"Looks like this spot is taken. You will have to sit on the floor." Trafalgar says with a devilish grin.

I pull the wooden chair out from underneath him causing a shriek from the chair grinding on the oak floors.

No one makes a sound as I sit down and unpack my stuff.

So much for starting this year on a new foot.

*Law POV*

I sit waiting for class to start with my feet resting in the vacant chair beside me, my hands behind my head, and my eyes staring out at the autumn trees that surround our campus.

Anatomy was a joke. This was my third time taking this class. Once in High School, once in Undergrad, and now. I know this class is supposed to be more specific and more detailed but it was still too damn easy. I read this stuff in text books when I was 10.

I am brought to attention when our old lady teacher speaks, "Everyone this is Hayashi Lillian. She will be joining us from now on. She had some personal issues so she wasn't able to join us until now."

I examine the girl with the unusual name. She is short but fit looking. Her long chestnut hair is pulled into a high pony tail on her head and falls to her upper back, she is wearing a fitting grey sweatshirt with our school name on it showing her lack of breasts, dark blue skinny jeans, blue high top converse, and plain black back pack similar to mind.

What a boring looking girl.

Dr. Kureha turns to me with a wicked smile, "Lucky for you Miss Hayashi the only seat left is next to Trafalgar Law. Maybe if you are lucky Trafalgar will show you around campus and help you play catch up on your studies. What do you think Trafalgar?"

I roll my eyes, "Maybe. Seems like a lot of work."

She swears at me. I make an arrogant comeback. It is a good relationship.

As the new girl approaches I get a better look at her round face. Wisps of her brown hair fall from her pony tail, she has a slight white scare running along her jaw hinting that she broke her jaw in the past, there a more visible scar above her eye about an inch long, and she has piercing in her ears but no earrings.

The only thing remotely pleasing about her appearance is the new girl's eyes. She has big emeralds eyes, heavily lashed with the longest natural eyelashes I have ever seen on a girl.

Maybe if she isn't good to look at, maybe she is fun to play with.

I grin at her, "Looks like this seat is taken. You will have to sit on the floor." I wiggle my boots.

Without even a glance my way, she yanks out the chair form underneath me and sits down and starts to unpack her things.

Okay maybe I have to push a little farther.

"Does this mean you are going to be my foot rest for the rest of the semester?" I tease as I place the sole of my boot on her chair.

She scoots her chair back and little and raises her eyebrows giving me a challenging look. Almost saying go ahead do it.

I grin deepens on my face as I put my feet up on her thighs. She adjust herself and rest her left arm on my legs and stares up blankly at the board. Not even slightly bothered by my actions.

As class goes on I watch the new girl out of the corner of my eye. She is fixated on every single word the old lady says, scribbling down notes every so often. Absent mindedly putting her pencil back on her pale pink lips after she finishes each note.

I start to wonder about her, not like I had anything better to do. How did she get those scars? Why did she not get pissed off at me? Why did she start late?

"Alright that wraps it up for today. Sit tight for a little bit and get your unit one test back from last week. Some of you did excellent, "I smirk, "Some of you it looks like you don't know your head from your ass. For those kids there is always tutoring sessions and my office hours."

She slams my test on the desk in front of me. It has 100% in bold red letter on the top. Dr. Kureha scolds me, "all of this talent wasted."

I shrug and she walks away with a huff. I try to swing my legs to move on to biochemistry but arms hold them tight," Let's make a deal." The new girl says with a very pleasant and very fake smile, "You can use me as your foot rest in all of the classes we have together, if you help me study and catch up. Your obviously the smartest person here so if I want to excel you're the only person who can do it."

I stare bored at her. Not really interested in helping her, but them something comes to my mind, "On three conditions. I can ask you whatever questions I want and you will answer them, if in a month I am bored of you I can leave, and if you tell me your blood type."

I meet my unwavering eye. She nods, "Fine. Here is my schedule. What classes do we have together?"

I scan my schedule, "Anatomy and biochemistry one Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and genetics on Tuesday and Thursday, anatomy lab on Tuesday and the Into to Surgery class on Thursdays all together. Must have had the same idea as me. Come early and get the fuck out of here early."

She reaches for her schedule and I snatch in back a lean down to her just realizing how short she really is and smile as sweetly as I can, "Blood. Type."

She look up to me barely reaching my shoulders, "O. Negative." She sasses back and snatches her schedule.

I satisfying smile pulls at my lips. O negative perfect. I can meet my quota for next month.

*Lillian POV*

I study the man before me. Why does he need to know my blood type?

"Come on shorty. Let's go to biochemistry." Trafalgar says towering over me.

I puff my cheeks, "I am not short."

He pats my head, "You are like a foot shorter than me."

I open the door and glare, "I am 5 feet and 3 and half inches tall. Thank you very much."

Trafalgar rolls his eyes, "Fine you are ten and half inches shorter than me shrimp."

I mentally groan and try to think of any general thing to switch the topic, "You are taking into to surgery, what kind of surgeon you want to be?"

He shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket, "I want to become a trauma surgeon. It is the most challenging and interesting."

I nod my head pondering the thought, "I guess that makes sense with how smart you are. Basic relaxed surgeries would probably be rudimentary and boring to you."

He seems slightly surprised, "Exactly. Do you feel the same way?"

I shake my head, "I think I want to be a pediatric surgeon. Children are so resilient and full of hope. I think all adults can learn from that. Most adults have this woe is me attitude, it's sickening."

"What an interesting perspective Miss Hayashi." I am caught off guard by Trafalgar actually using my name. He seemed more genuine.

We walk down the hall in silence for a while until I thought dawns on me, "Our studying will have to start tomorrow I have something going on tonight."

Trafalgar opens the door to the biochem class room for me. I thank him. At least he has some manners. As I pass under his arm he ask me, "Now what would more important than school work?"

I don't have time to answer. I am greeted by an old man who is bald on top with a ring of white hair around his head, he has bushy white eyebrows, an equally bushy white mustache, and a large hooked nose. He stood just barely six feet tall with a skinny fame hunched over a bit, "Ah you must be Miss Hayashi. I am Dr. Kyukyu."

I bow, "It is nice to meet you Dr. Kyukyu."

Dr. Kyukyu gives me a soft, tired smile, "Seems like Trafalgar and you are already acquainted. You can sit next to him."

I see Law sitting in the same spot as last class put now at black lab bench with sink and gas hook ups. I take my seat and even though we are perched on stools he still props his feet up on me.

His black pointed boots slide slowly down my thighs. I sigh, cross my legs, and pull his feet towards my stomach.

I only have to do this five of the seven classes I have.

Suck it up. It's your fault you are behind this much.

*Law POV*

After classes end for the day I get a phone call as I walk toward my off campus apartment located on four block away on the corner of Thriller Bark Ln and 2nd Street.

"Law just a friendly reminder that you need to get you quota for this month done by tomorrow."

My whole body tenses, "Yeah I know."

I turn to make sure no one is around me, "I thought you said Baby5 found someone for me."

The slimy voice on the other side continues, "Ah yes she said that she would meet you at that bar, The Dutchman, tonight and she can show you the girl and you can do what you do so well. Fosfosfosfos. I will be waiting for you."

Click.

I slip my android in my pocket and step into my apartment building. I make my way to the third floor and open the door to my apartment 3D.

I drop my backpack on the counter and head to my bedroom.

I flop down onto my grey comforter with a sigh, my legs dangling of the end.

I really hate doing this, but it is my fault I am in this position.

After I doze off for about an hour, I get up and pull my in wall closet door open. I pick out a black button down, and a pair of black suede oxfords. I step over to my four drawer white dresser and pull out a pair of tight fitting blue jeans.

I change and head into my bathroom. With my hat removed, my black hair fall haphazardly in every direction. I try to tame it with a brush but fail.

I look hard at myself in the mirror. My eyes look empty and I have dark bags underneath my eyes form not enough sleep. I open up the medicine cabinet mirror and pull out a small bottle of concealer. A dirty little secret of mine but it makes me look more approachable.

I make my way to the kitchen and put a kettle on for tea. While I wait I pull out my school books and start my homework that I didn't finish during class.

10 minutes into my homework my tea kettle starts to scream. I poor the hot water into a white mug and dip the chamomile tea bag in it.

As a methodically bob my tea bag up and down I think about my friends: Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. It has been such a long time since I have talk to them. I bet they wouldn't answer if I called them.

I sigh. They are safer not getting mixed up into this.

I take a hesitant sip of my tea but still manage to burn my tongue a little bit. I put it off to the side and focus on my homework.

-About an hour and half later-

I clap my text book shut and set my cup in the sink. I oven stove reads 6:30.

Why do my days always drag on?

I have an hour and a half before I leave, so I do what any college boy would do. I make ramen and pick up where I left off in Grey's Anatomy. Waiting for the time to blur by.

-Meeting time-

The brisk air hits my face as I step out of taxi parked in front of the Dutchman.

"Law! I am so glad you needed my help on this!"

The voice came from a tall, slim women in a dangerously short maroon dress with quarter length sleeves and plunging neck line showing off her ample breasts, her long black hair falling in loose curls all the way down her back.

I walk past her and right into the bar, "Thanks for your help Baby5. I don't know how I would meet my quota without you." I have to be polite to her otherwise she will have a meltdown.

The bar theme is a sunken pirate ship. Hence the name The Dutchman. There is a lot of that in this town since we are a port town and the Marineford mascot is a seagull.

I make my way over to the bar which looks like to be made out of re-purposed wood from a ship, "Okay which on is she." I say as I casually lean against the bar.

She lean sits up on the stool and orders an apple martini, "Do you see the girl with the short blonde hair, average height and weight, and is wearing a pink dress to tight for her weight?

I survey the crowd, "The lonely one next to the blue hair girl and her sandy blonde boyfriend?"

She smiles at me, "that's the one."

I scoff, "Baby5 I think we will be out of her in less than an hour." I give her hand a soft kiss, "You have outdone yourself this time."

Baby5 face turns bright pink as I walk toward the girl.

I examine her as I go. She keeps turning around; her friend must have ditched her. She pulls at her dress trying to cover up any signs of fat; she is self-conscious about her weight. She is drinking a long island ice tea. This was going to be a walk in the park.

I tap the blondes shoulder and plaster on the biggest fakest smile I can, "What is a pretty girl like you do sitting alone at a bar? Can I keep you company? Get you a drink?"

The blonde girl checks me out and smiles as she sips her tea. Obviously happy she can rub it into her friend's face that I was hitting on her, "How about all of the above! My friend ditched me. What a bitch. Sorry I shouldn't be rude. My name is Mimi!"

I place the hand on the small of her back, "My name is Tyler. Its' a pleasure to meet you." I grab her glass, "I am going to top this off for you gorgeous." I give her a flirtatious wink and walk toward the bartender.

I wave him down to order. I find Baby5 in the crowd surrounded by scuzzy guys. I roll my eyes. Baby5 is an attractive girl, she should set her standards higher.

When the bartender hands me my drink I take my hand out of my pocket and grabs the drink from by the rim of the glass. I make sure to say thanks and smile to the bartender so he doesn't catch the thin white layer now covering the top of the drink.

As I walk back a twirl the straw mixing the drink thoroughly.

I move my hips to the music trying to seem playful. Mimi laughs and take a big gulp of her drink when I hand it to her.

For the next half an hour or so I make small take with Mimi. I learned she went to Sabaody State University across town, she was a freshman, she was a communications major, blah blah blah.

The whole time she kept touching my arm and commenting on how muscular I was and such.

She sways and grabs the side of the bar, "My head f-f-f-feels kinda funny."

Finally. I can get the hell out of here.

"Lean on me and we will call a cab okay." I suggest to her.

She nods her eyes glazed over. I grab my phone and call a taxi, nodding to Baby5 on my way out.

"You are going to go to the West Sabaody Hospital and rest okay?" I inform her and I guide her into the cab. She nods. Not likes she has much of a choice.

I yell up to the cabby the location and Mimi is off. I call the number that called me earlier today, "She is on her way. I will see you in a few hours."

-Few hours later-

I enter through the back door of the hospital and I am greeted with a very annoying laugh, "Fosfosfos! I don't think you have ever been in and out that quickly."

Before me stands a tall round man in green scrubs with thin arms and legs, a receding hairline with his back hair slicked back, a stupid grin plastered on his face, and a scar running along his forehead.

I walk past him and snarl, "Let's just get this over Hogback, so I don't have to worry about this for another month."

I change into a matching pair of green scrubs, put on a hair cap, shoe covers, and a surgical mask.

I enter an old operating room in the basement of the hospital. No one came down here and if they did, they seemed to disappear shortly after.

I look down at the blonde girl on the table, "What do we have to take out?"

Hogback snaps his gloves, "Part of the liver and a kidney. I took some blood from her but not enough to endanger her. Fosfosfos. Hopefully."

I roll my eyes, but knew I could trust his words. He was a talented surgeon even though he was crazy.

He laughs at me, "You look like a zombie. You should be excited. Think of how far you are ahead of your class you are. Think of how brilliant of a surgeon will you be!"

He was right, but if I had a choice I wouldn't operate on innocent people like this.

I pick up my scalpel pushing forward, "Ready?"

Hogback picks up his with a sick grin, "Ready!"

-The return home-

I quickly strip of my clothes and jump into the shower trying to shower of the grim.

After I get out I pull on a pair of navy pajama bottoms and grab a bottle of Jack and a down a glass in no time.

Even after my shower I feel disgusting. The feeling never goes away.

I down another glass trying to make all feeling go away.

I don't mind operating on those willingly want to give up an organ for money, but drugging a girl. . .

Glass three.

Why is O Negative blood so hard to find?

*Lillian POV*

I lean my case down against the brown leather couch in my studio apartment.

I slip my dress off and put on a baggy concert t-shirt on as pajama's. I shake my hair out from its pony tail and let it fall to the small of my back.

My apartment felt so big and empty. I wish I had friends liven the place up a bit.

I wind down after a while and the feeling returns. I stare at the case leaning against the arm of the couch. I only works for a little while. Why can't it be a permanent solution?

I walk the ten feet over to my bed and try to go to bed. It only makes the feeling worse.

Voices of the past swirl around in my head. Guilt and regret fill my body. My scars feel like they are all on fire.

I fight of the oncoming anxiety and make my way to the medicine cabinet above the sink in the bath room.

Pill bottles fill over half of the cabinet. Vicodin, Percocet, anti-depressant, anti-anxiety medication. You name it, it's there.

I put a cocktail of pills in my hands.

When I took my first Percocet I slept for 10 hours, now if I take three I can sleep for about 6.

I fill up the glass on the sink with water. Just as I am about to toss the pills back a voice pops up in my head.

Please stop for me Lily. Don't become the monster I did. Do if for me. . no do it for your mother.

I slide against the wall and weep.

*Law POV*

About seven glasses in my body starts to go numb, but I pour myself another knowing my alcohol tolerance was way too high.

Boss said I only had to do this for a year. Only twelve girls. I finished the sixth today. Half way there.

Guilt stirs in my stomach and a pound my eighth glass. Hmm. Not drunk enough.

A middle age man with shaggy blond hair flashes in my mind.

I slump against the wall in my living room as memory starts to flood back.

Silent tears run down my cheeks.

*Lillian and Law POV*

I yell out in frustration and throw my glass against the ground causing it to shatter.

This is fucking fair! What did I do to deserve this!?

This is the first AU that I have written and honestly I am very excited. I have had ideas whirling around my head for a month and finally gave in and wrote a chapter.

I have so many twists and turns planned for this.

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