A/N: I am so in love with Law and Nami at the moment, I couldn't stop writing about them! Lol. Anyway, English is my second language and constructive criticisms are always welcome. I would definitely appreciate it if you share your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All awesomeness belongs to the great Oda-sensei! Love ya sir!

HYSTERIA OF WAR

CHAPTER 1

Nami was a very capable girl – that is how most people would describe her.

With how things were in the government, revolution was not a probability any longer. It is now a certainty.

Having a marine mother killed in battle, even though her heart wasn't really into it, she lent all help she could. She volunteered as a nurse for the unfortunate soldiers who were able to come back so injured, they consider death as the only remedy. In a few months' time, she was able to secure the position of the head nurse.

All abled bodied men and some women, so full of promise, now six feet under in places not their homes and possibly forgotten in a year's time. Those who survived wouldn't come back in one piece of course, their self-confidence in shatters.

However, she still tries her best to revive whatever hope they lost in the battleground.

Shortly though, she realized that fighting in the front line wasn't as horrifying as defending a facility full of injured and dying combatants against hundreds of angry insurgents. Shouts of terrors filled her ears. The orange haired nurse found herself trembling in fear behind the cupboard as she peeked at the slightest opening it imparted – just enough for her to see how heartless these mavericks can be.

She caught a glimpse of a man adjusting his white, spotted, furry hat a millimeter, her heart fluttered hard against her chest and she felt all her blood drain as another realization dawned upon her.

His golden eyes were directed to none other than herself.

She gnashed her teeth, closed her eyes and prayed to God she was mistaken.

Please.

Unluckily for her though, God had another plan.

An undesirable gentle gust of wind hit her face as the cupboard door flapped open, unraveling a bloody view of the room. Sobs and shouts of her patients and fellow staff became clearer to hear but she decided not to join as she prepared for her own doom.

She always wondered how she will face death again when it approaches. Will she run? Will she cry? Will she finally accept it with open arms?

"Please make it real quick, sir." She spoke, her voice sounded more like a demand rather than a request. Nami felt a freezing hand grip on her wrist – in his fingers sat five letters – DEATH.

The man pulled her out, her knees wobbling as she controlled her weight.

And she anticipates the blade he carries to slash her neck – an expectation that never came.

"I see your name is Miss Nami." she heard him utter dangerously, his eyes examining the name plate pinned over her chest. She felt his breath lightly fanned against her earlobe causing her body to quiver in distress even more. "Are you the head nurse?"

His tone was cold and unrevealing.

She pursed her lips, tears perilously threatening to fall from the corner of her eyes.

"Yes." She answered, unwavering despite the growing anxiety arising from within the pit of her stomach. "What about it?"

So much for her unnecessary pretense of audacity.

And just then, she felt all dizzy and unsteady, not before she took notice of the injection he seemed to have shot her arm. Alarmed, she turned her body around to face him, panic overwhelming her entire being. She managed to clutch on his black coat as Nami felt all her strength leaving – betraying her. "What did you do?" She choked, her bright chocolate orbs catching his pair of golden eyes.

Her brain froze as she saw a sinister smirk forming on his lips, she finally cries as darkness began to envelope her.

He really did it fast and easy, huh?

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"Ah, is she the head nurse Tora-o~?" A familiar voice yelled behind him. The boy grinned toothily, his red cardigan darker with blood not his own and his raven hair disheveled like he just woke up from a long nap. "There's a lot of meat here. You know, I don't want to leave!"

Law resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his comrade's naivety. Instead of responding, he waved a free hand and secured the orange haired lady onto his arms as he walked away. He wished the guy got the gesture though. Sometimes, his ignorance annoys the fuck out of him.

This girl should be able to help them.

In contrast to how the ingenious people thought, the revolutionary army was on the same edge as the government on this war. They struggled to keep their men alive. It's very least likely that medical experts would join their army so they resorted to raiding medical facilities and camps. They would be able to hit two birds with one stone. They have been experiencing shortage in staff and rations so they attack when the other party least expect it.

Considering that the staff in these so called government facility were only volunteers, they were not smart enough not to antagonize his comrades. And so, this caused them their end. Of course, injured soldiers are instinctively killed to lessen the threat if they recover eventually.

The nonconformists always reasoned that these soldiers, if spared today, might be the one to take their life in the future. As twisted as this thinking could be, it still made sense. They were in an era where death is a norm, where one couldn't even remember and didn't even bother to know why they fight or kill. They just do it because the others do it as well.

When the cries of horror died down and cheers and laughter instead erupted amongst them, the revolutionary army abandoned the facility with loots and supplies on hands. But the misery that just occurred remained intact inside the four walls of the building.

Law heaved a deep sigh as he tied the hands of the girl he just captured.

Her unwarranted abduction, however she looks at it, was the one thing that saved her from meeting the Creator today.

R&R onegaishimasu!