Author's Notes: So... hey there... this is my first fic ever, so I don't really know how any of this stuff works. I just want to give you all a head's up about that. This is a KiddxLaw and DofxLaw story, it's actually based on a doujinshi. You can find it on youtube by typing in "rapunzel, law x kid and law x doflamingo." I loved it so much that I decided to make it into a story form. I take no credit for this, I'm just adapting it. It's possible that when I'm done with going through the doujinshi, I'll keep going on this story and THEN it'll be all mine (xcept for the part of OnePiece belonging to Oda). I recommend to everyone to go watch that doujinshi, it's really great. It's also how I got the title (changed from 'Rapunzel').
Um... so yeah. nice to meet you all, I'm CharmanderFlame :)
My sky measures 100cm by 60cm. It's easily blocked out with one hand when I lay on my bed. A small world, even when I strain against the bars to see farther. 100cm by 60cm, that is all I can see of the world.
Kidd ran through the cobblestone streets, panting, goggles down over his eyes, still in place after his robbery. It was food, nothing more. He was hungry, not to mention his friends back home. And where was the best place to get ensured good-quality food? The store room adjoining the Donquixote family was always full of top quality fruits, vegetables, and breads. There was a large freezer which held all the meat, as well, but the alarm had been raised before Kidd could grab any meats. His stolen goodies now bounced around in his backpack as he ran from the pantry.
Passing underneath a street lamp, he heard his pursuers calling "He went that way!" and "He's inside!" Clearly, they had discovered his romp in the food pantry. Kidd balked when he heard one man cry "There he is!" Quickly, he ducked behind the bushes lining the building behind him. It was still part of the Donquixote compound; he still had a long way to go. Panicking, he pushed his goggles up to his forehead, listening while his pursuers gathered and started searching the street.
"Psst!" Kidd almost yelled in surprise when he heard a voice coming from what seemed to be the ground next to the building. "Over here! Don't run off." Looking around, searching for the voice, Kidd jumped once again when he felt a hand close over his wrist. He followed the arm, clad in a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, with his eyes until he saw the boy to which the arm belonged. Jet-black hair, with piercing gray eyes. On each of his ears was a golden loop, thick and small in diameter. Dark shadows played underneath the boy's wide eyes. Overall, the combination of those eyes looking up at him and the circles beneath him caused Kidd to think that the boy was a phantom, harboring Death as his ally.
The boy was reaching at him through a window on ground level. The window was barred, with no glass, and the boy stood, holding a bar with one arm and the other extended out of the window to grasp Kidd's wrist.
"Who are you?" Kidd hissed at the boy, both terrified and furious for having been surprised like that. Instead of responding, the boy pulled on Kidd's arm, dragging him towards the bars. Without a sound, the boy wrenched at Kidd's arm until his face was stuck between the bars, his arm and shoulder already having been pulled into the room beyond the window.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Kidd whined again at the boy, but his cry was met with only more pulling. Kidd stared at the boy with wide eyes, aghast, as he felt the rest of his body following his arm and face. With an audible 'Thunk!', he passed through the bars completely, landing behind the boy, sprawling on the hard floor. Without a word, the boy pulled him up and ushered him underneath the covers of the bed in a corner of the room.
Kidd lay quietly as he heard footsteps from outside the window. "Law." A deep, adult voice sounded from outside. From underneath the covers, Kidd edged up the blanket to see the window. He saw white shoes under white pants outside the window, cut off before the knee. His vision was cut off by the boy lying down in front of him, languidly relaxing over the covers.
"What is it, Vergo."
"It's Vergo-san, Law. Did you see the rat that stole food from our pantry?" Kidd flashed a glance at the boy, also seated on the bed.
"He ran towards the right." The boy stated, without emotion. Kidd watched, frozen, as the shoes turned, and indeed began walking to the right. He listened to the retreating footsteps, damning the blanket over him for muting his hearing. He stayed under the covers, even after he could no longer hear the man's footsteps.
"He's gone." The black-haired boy, 'Law', according to that 'Vergo-san', stated into the silent room. Kidd shot up from under the blankets at his words, realizing, as he exhaled loudly, that he had been holding his breath. With a sigh, he eyed his stormy-eyed savior. Not used to expressing gratitude, Kidd sat cross-legged, shoved his hands on his ankles and slumped his shoulders. "You saved me there… I owe you one."
'Law' only looked at him, his expression almost bored. He wore a slight frown, and Kidd wondered whether the boy disliked him, or was sickly curious of him. Awkwardly glancing around the room, he looked back at the larger boy to see that he was offering to Kidd his goggles. They had fallen off of his head during his entrance through the window. Taking them and replacing them on his forehead, he observed, feeling out of place, that the room, which by no means was tidy, was full of books. There were bookshelves lining the walls, save for the bed in the far corner on which he sat, and the desk under the window. Even that had shelves for books behind it, and books were strewn across its surface, many open to reveal pages filled with small, pact print. There were even books scattered across the floor, some opened, some closed. The presence of so many books disturbed Kidd. They were gross, heavy and generally disgusted him.
'Law' turned and walked to a shelf on the wall. When he turned back towards Kidd, he was holding a small white box with a red cross on the front. "It's not alright yet. Let me see your shoulder."
Kidd could only offer him a blank stare. "Huh? Shoulder?" He glanced towards his left shoulder, following the boy's pointed stare. He was shocked to see a bright red stain spreading across his white tee-shirt. "Ah! What is this!?" He exclaimed aloud, wondering wide-eyed how he could have missed the fact that he was injured.
The boy, apparently, thought the same thing. He raised an eyebrow, wondering aloud, "You didn't realize?" He had Kidd remove his shirt, leaving him only in his baggy, dark green and white striped capris.
"You a doctor?" He wondered as Law began to clean his shoulder.
"No, not yet." After he had finished cleaning the wound, he pulled a needle and thread from the first-aid kit. "It's deeper than it looks, so it won't stop bleeding. I need to stitch it up." He said, emotionlessly observing the tip of the needle, brandishing it before his own face. To Kidd, the boy only looked to be a crazy kid wanting to play doctor.
Pulling his arm above his head, Kidd exclaimed, "You're overreacting, you fake doctor!"
Still brandishing the needle, eyes looking bored, the boy replied, "I know my stuff, and I've got experience, believe me."
Marveling at the boy's stubbornness, Kidd stammered quickly, "This is nothing! I get injured every day and I'm always okay!"
"If it gets infected, they'll cut your arm off."
"I'll just lick it, then!" With that, Kidd craned his neck to the side, desperately trying to lick the wound clean. He shuddered with the physical effort it took to extend his neck in such a position.
Watching Kidd struggle, Law fancied that it was a red-haired cat before him, attempting to groom the back of its shoulder. With a silent sigh to himself, Law replaced the needle with a handful of candy from his desk, and held it out towards Kidd. Dumbfounded, Kidd regarded the candy with confusion.
With an expressionless face, the boy knelt over Kidd and said "I'll give these to you if you can keep quiet until I'm done stitching, okay?"
His expression a mixture of indignation and disbelief, Kidd shouted "Y-you… Don't treat me like a child!"
"Don't shout."
Balking, Kidd realized that the boy was right. He was hiding from a pursuit, he couldn't go yelling all over the place like a spoiled brat.
"Was that treating you like a child, too?" 'Law' commented dryly. Kidd started at the comment, unable to respond. It was him who had been in the wrong, after all. Defeated, he stared down past his right shoulder, abashed. He remained silent, brows furrowed, as the boy stitched his left closed. When it was done, the boy smiled slightly, his eyes softening from those cold, gray orbs they had been throughout their interaction. "There's a good boy."
Instantly turning on him, Kidd exclaimed "I told you to stop treating me like a child, 'Law'!"
Law blinked, and then realized that the red-haired boy before him must have heard Vergo call out his name earlier. He turned away from the redhead, now putting his shirt back on, to replace the first-aid kit on the shelf.
"If you don't mind, could you call me Trafalgar instead?"
"Why?" Kidd asked, looking at the back of the boy. Law helped Kidd onto his desk and started pushing him back through the bars. He held the other's backpack on his shoulder while Kidd maneuvered through the window.
"Because everyone else calls me Law."
"That's it?" Kidd responded with gritted teeth, squeezing his abdomen through the bars. "Oh well, no problem."
Law handed the redhead his backpack when the boy stood outside of the building. "Thanks for today." His eyes were stoic, there was no smile on his face. "See 'ya soon, Trafalgar." With a small wave, the boy ran off, still frowning. Watching him disappear from his view, Law wondered what the boy had meant by 'see 'ya soon.'
Chapter 1, done. If you've watched the doujinshi, you know what's coming next. I've tried to take the speaking parts straight out of the doujinshi, to provide for some consistancy between the two. Since it's my first time writing a fic, reviews would be great, just so you, as a reader, can tell me what I'm doing wrong/right. Thanks all!