There was a festival.
They had just left the hospital, Corazon's anger evident in smashed walls and the fire that had caught onto and singed his coat before Law had beat it out with his bare hands. He was so wrapped up in the rage that lengthened the already long strides of his gangly legs; that the blond wouldn't have noticed what he had walked into the middle of if Law had not gone still.
No one noticed them, and the smoke of the burning hospital was downwind and too far away to travel into the revellers. The merry cries of the children that ran past made the sudden absence of Law's struggles and curses all the more noticeable. The boy was slack in his arm, and Corazon heard an uncharacteristic sniffle.
They had to keep moving, people would realize something was wrong soon. But how to get Law through the crowds? The white patches were more visible than ever, and people's attention was sure to be drawn by a sole crying child amongst so much happiness. They would especially notice if the child was a stranger.
Corazon set Law on his feet, and crouched down to face him. The boy had pulled his hat down over his eyes, small hands covering his ears even as he kept the brim low, but the tears dripped off his chin. Something Law muttered a couple times sounded like "lamb". Corazon didn't know what it meant, but he knew he needed to do something fast.
He scooped the young boy up onto his shoulders, and leaped right into the middle of the festival. He fit right in with his make up and outfit, and he twirled and dipped, almost falling, almost tripping but never once losing his grip on Law. Corazon bumped into a juggler and stole three of their painted balls, dancing out of reach and tossing the props around manically. The crowds cheered for the new clown.
The children's voices were the loudest, and in one of the reflections off a stall, Corazon saw Law covering his ears again. Everyone was laughing, and everywhere there was the sound of joy.
And then there was silence.
Law hiccupped, and Corazon felt him relax. The man craned his neck to see that the boy had lifted his head to stare at the crowd. It was like going through a moving painting: no more laughing, no conversations, and no sound other than the smack of the wooden balls hitting Corazon's palms as he continued to juggle them poorly. He stepped and whirled in a wobbly mockery of a jester, always keeping the happiest looking people out of sight. Without sound, what wasn't seen was non existent.
The wind shifted, and the smell of smoke began to filter through the air. The crowd began to stop and alarm showed in their eyes. Corazon spun and used the stolen props to knock over a couple stalls, throwing them with all his strength. In the confusion he tucked Law back under his arm and ran down the steep roads back towards their skiff, past the burning hospital, past the staff still screeching about contamination and pain from their burns.
And while he was still angry that they wouldn't help the small boy he was dragging halfway around the ocean to save, Corazon felt like he had achieved a victory that day. It was a small victory, but with a stubborn charge, every little thing counted.
Because it was the first time his power had made Law smile.
This was a random idea that popped up that I shared with a friend, and then the other day I had no internet so I fixed it up and made a proper blurb out of it. For anyone wondering what happened to my racecar AU KidLaw, I'm still working on it. I'll explain more when I get a chapter finished and can update. Thanks for reading, y'all are wonderful.