The Strange New World
So, hachilemon here lifting up the ban on my fanfiction glove. Not many are aware the the glove is actually on in the first place, and even more probably don't even care. But that's completely fine. What I'm trying to say is it's been over a year since I written a fic, so please bear with me.
Summary:
When Bartolomew Kuma used his nikyu nikyu fruit power on Luffy, instead of sending him to Amazon Lily he sent them to our world instead, where he had a fateful encounter with Kid, Law and a few other familiar faces. AU. Real World Parody. Male/Male. LawLu main. KidLu sub. Rated T for language. Romance/Comedy because that's the only genre I can ever write. Lulz.
Disclaimer:
This fic is inspired by a work by Rena from Pixiv.
Original Work: tinyurl dot com slash 8vl3dpw
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Contains BL. Don't like don't read. Grammar Inconsistencies. OOCness. One Piece and its characters are not mine. Phew. That should save my legal ass.
Chapter 1: Tuesday
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
My whole body trembles in pain.
But there was no time for that. I saw that shichibukai looming over Nami, his paw inching closer to her. My vision blurred by tears and dust but I saw it clearly. Her eyes, fearful, her hands outstretched towards me, her lips crying to me for help.
I was her last hope.
And she vanished in a moment.
In that moment, there was no pain. There was only despair.
I saw the same thing happened to my friends before one by one. At first it was Zoro. Then Brook. Usopp follows, then Sanji. Franky was next to go, and now Nami.
Every single one were my friends who I would trust with my life and they trusted me with theirs. Right now I am betraying that trust.
I swung my fist desperately at the gigantic man and he dodged my attack effortlessly, sending me rolling down to kiss the dirt.
As the despair sinks in, it shackled my body to the ground. The fatigue, despair and the overwhelming sense of helplessness robbed me of my movement, and I could only scream their names desperately as the shichibukai Bartolomew Kuma this time swung his paw at Chopper and then Robin.
I couldn't save any single one of them.
"We will not meet again." I heard his low voice spoke.
"Farewell."
The last thing I saw was his gigantic figure, his face and the mysteriously gentle eyes he had.
It was raining that day.
A certain red-headed high school kid was walking to school, his head bopping along to the tunes playing through his headphones. A simple bandana was keeping his hair in place, because who knows how his head will look like if he just let his hair roam free especially with this kind of humidity.
The boy, Eustass Kid, was a freshman in high school. Not what you would describe as an honor student, he had his share of brawls when everybody else was studying algebra. Most of the time however, he was just a victim of his own intimidating appearance. His body was quite built, although it still showed hints of adolescence. A single piercing on his left ear completed his delinquent look. He wasn't in a habit of picking up a fight, but apparently fights always found him nevertheless.
He paused when the corner of his eyes caught a figure sprawled on a pile of garbage bags in an alleyway as he was passing by.
"Ugh, drunks? On a Tuesday morning?" he clicked his tongue, making a mental note not to ever become an adult like that. That being said, it was raining, and if he just left him like that there's a possibility that the unconscious stranger could die of pneumonia. That would leave a bad taste in his mouth.
So after he made that moral decision, he walked closer to the garbage pile to wake the old man.
Except it wasn't an old man.
It was a young man, probably around the same age as him. His body sprawled across the pile of garbage bags as if he was just thrown down from the building towering above the alley. His jet black hair was wet from the rain and obscured his face, but there was an obvious scar under his left eye.
But the scar under his eye wasn't even the problem. His whole body was full of scars and deep wounds, some were still bleeding.
Gripping tightly on his umbrella, he tried to rouse the man "Hey, are you okay?"
No response.
"Hey." He came closer and slapped him lightly a few times on the cheek. "Hey!"
No response at all. Kid knew from his experience that no response probably means this is something really REALLY bad. This guy could be dying, if not already dead. He checked his breathing and found out that at least he was alive. He looked around and found nobody around. Probably because of the heavy rain.
For a second he was at loss at what to do, but he knew that there was also no way he could just leave an injured person on a pile of trash under the rain.
"I guess I'll be late to school again." He thought, giving in to the situation.
He lifted the limp body on his back. There's only one man that he knows can help him.
Trafalgar Law was enjoying one of the peaceful mornings. He straightened up the papers and the charts on his table, and it was job well done for the day. In the morning he only had one or two patients, mostly old ladies who had problems with their back. Truthfully, they were only there to flirt with the young doctor.
Not that he minded. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. Not the flirting with the old ladies part, mind you. The part where he didn't have many patients in the morning. It was Tuesday morning, which was already blah on its own. The rain added the atmosphere of peace and isolation, just as he liked it.
He took his glasses from the table, wiped it, and wore it. On his hand, he held a warm cup of green tea, on another a thesis written by his underclassman in medical school. He had asked Law to review it when he has time, and now seems like a good time.
"Doc! DOC!"
Suddenly his momentary peace was disrupted by a familiar cry. He heaved a sigh. That brat... Isn't it too early to be sending people to hospital?
Without waiting for Law's reply, Kid burst in through the back door soaking wet with a man on his back.
"So." the doctor turned on his seat "How many people did you kill this time? Mr. Delinquent."
The teasing grin on his face pissed Kid off to no end and he spat "Like I said, last time was self defense!"
He wanted to tell him to stop bringing up the past, but there was a bigger problem at hand. "More importantly, hurry up and look at him."
Trafalgar Law noticed the unconscious man Kid was carrying on his back and promptly told him to set him down on one of the empty beds.
"Like this?" Kid followed his instructions and laid the stranger on the bed.
"Be careful not to shake his head." Law added.
Just one look and Law immediately noticed something off with the man on the bed. His dark blue vest were splayed open, revealing the various wounds and lacerations on his torso. His face was peppered with bruises. There was a big scar under his eye, but that seemed like it was healed a long time ago. That was only on the surface. Who knows how it looks like inside. Just by the bleeding alone, Law knows that at least three of his ribs are broken.
"What's with this number of wounds..." he commented, turning his attention to Kid "Did you do this?"
The youth shook his head furiously. Well, not as if that's even a possibility. Law treated a lot of unfortunate bastards who got beaten up by this kid, and none ever had wounds this bad.
The injured stranger didn't look any older than a high school kid, but his wounds seem to imply that he was in a fight to the death. These kind of wounds are not brought around by stupid high school brawls. There were even some sword wounds in multiple places.
His breathing was rugged, but at least he was breathing. For now, it's a total mystery how, but he was still alive.
"So... Hey, is he going to be okay?" Kid asked worriedly.
"Who knows." Law shrugged, his fingers pressed on the boy's wrist, eyes fixed on his watch to measure his pulse. He noticed something off with the sensation his fingers are giving, though.
"Huh?" There was a pulse, all right. But what's with this body? It feels soft...and stretchy... Almost like he was made of rubber.
Yeah right. He scoffed at himself for ever coming up with theory. He noticed Kid looking at him worriedly, probably feeling responsible for the man that he just picked up.
"Don't you have to go to school?" Law asked him, trying to get his mind off the patient.
"Crap! You're right!" Kid immediately jumped from his seat and grabbed his bag, and headed for the door. "Take care of him for me, doc!"
"Will do." Law answered nonchalantly as he prepared his surgery tools and set it next to the bed.
"Zo...ro..."
Both Kid and Law turned around as they heard the boy's voice for the first time. He hadn't regained consciousness, but he continued to repeat the names weakly as if he was in a delirium.
"...Nami..." his lips trembled and his voice faded on and off "U...sopp... Ru...n..."
Kid and Law looked at each other.
"...Doc." Kid said to Law again "Please save him."
Law smiled at Kid, who seems to be showing more his mature side today. "You don't have to tell me twice. Get out of here."
"I'll drop by again after school." Kid said, and finally left. Law sighed and gathered a few more of his tools, a few roles of bandage, and a few milligrams of anesthetic.
"Ungh..." Luffy groaned a bit as he felt the prick when Law injected him with anesthesia. His eyes opened slightly but Law's hand slowly covered his eyes. "Shhhhh." he whispered and counted down from ten. Luffy's consciousness soon faded away again.
"Now. Time to see how you look like inside." Law grinned as he took his scalpel in hand.
Damn it, his tea must be cold by now.
There is definitely something off about this body. Law knew from the time he made the first incision. When his scalpel made contact with the boy's body, the flesh split from the laceration he made seems to snap away, like what you expect from cutting a rubber. However, he thought that this theory seems too foreign to be true. His body is definitely more elastic than normal, but Law didn't think much of it.
As he suspected, a few of his ribs have snapped off. He noticed a few pieces actually pierced his internal organ. He took a massive blow to the torso, that's for sure. Law carefully removed the broken ribs out of the punctured lungs and suture it close. He had a really bad case of internal bleedings on multiple spots, but surprisingly some had already begun to heal.
When he saw the wounds earlier, Law thought that he got these wounds not very long ago. Last night, probably. Yesterday the latest. This boy had an incredibly fast rate of healing.
"Interesting." Law smirked. "I suppose it wasn't such a dull Tuesday after all."
To be continued
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