I began to write this fic half a year ago, seriously, and I still didn't publish it before now...
Well, this is a trilogy, beginning with Dream. I began with all three stories almost at the same time actually...

This is by no means the real story of how Trafalgar Law's childhood was, since I've got no idea about it. This is just my sweet/twisted/I-don't-know-what-to-call-it version that came into my head half a year ago, because let's face it, there is something off with the guy. Something MUST have happened in his past.

And I do realize bear cubs grow really huge after only a year, but for the sake of cuteness (and because the characters are from an anime where common logic simply does not exist) Bepo will stay tiny and cute until I decide to make him big.

I hope you will enjoy this little fic of mine.

One Piece and its characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. Dominica belongs to me.

He ran, the wind blowing the snow everywhere and blocking his vision. His short legs didn't enable him to run fast and his aching body didn't have the stamina to keep him going for a long time but he didn't care. He just knew he had to get away from that place. He had his treasure with him, a small first aid kit box, and believed that all he would need was this one little treasure. He paused to gather his breath, his lungs burning, the cold air doing nothing to help, and he glanced around quickly to make sure he was alone. He started to relax before he heard it.

Crunch crunch.

'Footsteps!' He thought in alarm and began running again. He couldn't be captured now, they wouldn't forgive him for trying to escape. He soon realized that the footsteps were not from behind him but from in front. He stopped and was about to turn and run in another direction when there was a yelp and a snap. He paused. That yelp was not a human sound, it was an animal and it had likely gotten hurt not far from him. He shook his head and made to move forward but once he heard pained whimpers he stopped and looked at his toolbox.

'I want to be a doctor…' The raven haired boy stood silent for a moment longer before hurrying in the direction from where he had heard the whimpers come from and before long he found the source.

'A baby bear.' He stared at the creature that noticed him and began to paw at the trap it had been caught in. Law looked around to make sure they were alone but the snowflakes kept obscuring his vision. The only reason he knew the little bear was hurt was by the deep red snow around the trap. He turned back to the cub and took a few cautious steps towards it. It immediately panicked, crying out and struggling against the trap, hurting itself more. The boy jumped back and held up his arms as a sign that he wouldn't hurt him. The bear didn't understand and continued to struggle and the boy did the only thing he could think of.

He fell down on all fours, successfully shrinking in size and therefore being deemed as less of a threat to the cub. The snow stung his hands and he felt tears fall down his cheeks but he stayed down for the cub had calmed down. Slowly he crawled over to the bear that tilted its head at him but the tiniest movement caused it pain. When it yelped again the boy stopped shortly before continuing. He put his box on the ground and reached for the steel trap. The bear looked on as he tried to open the steel trap. It wasn't working. The boy puffed his cheeks and grabbed a hold of the trap again and pulled. Suddenly the bear leaped away from him and it caused the boy to lose his hold on the trap in surprise, almost getting his fingers caught.

He quickly pulled them back and blew hot air on them.

'So cold!' He thought before turning towards the direction of where the bear had darted. It hadn't gone far, with its injured hind-leg. He grabbed his box and shuffled closer to the little creature that suddenly growled at him menacingly and moved into a defensive stance.

"I-I'm not gonna hurt y-you." The dark haired boy stammered as he pulled his box in front of him and opened it. "L-look. It's m-medical supplies." The cold was unbearable, his ears were red and hurting, and so were his hands. The snow piled on top of his head and ran down the back of his neck causing him to shiver. The bear stared for a while before laying its head down and sticking its paw out. Slowly the boy reached out and inspected it before pulling back to sort out whatever he needed in his toolbox. Before long the little bear was stitched and patched up, the only evidence of it ever being hurt was the dried blood in its fur and the bandage around its paw. It stood up and stared at him for a while before snuggling into the shivering hand the boy held out and licking it a few times.

It had been a long time since the boy had smiled in earnest but this little action caused a wide childlike grin to spread across his face. The bear then stood up and limped away. The boy frowned but when the bear turned to stare at him for a moment he smiled and waved. As if the bear understood him it nodded its head and disappeared behind the trees. The boy took a deep breath before resuming his escape. He had helped someone. He had treated a wound, even if it wasn't a human who had been hurt, and was proud of it. A wide grin spread across his face again as he walked through the dark forest but soon enough it melted away.

His cheeks were red, his breaths came in short pants, and he was cold and found it hard to move. He blew hot breath on his hands again and noticed that they were not a healthy shade but rather quite red, his right pinky was starting to turn purple. It was oh so cold, hard to breathe and dark.

Crunch crunch

He turned as he heard the snow being trod upon again. He wondered if it was the bear that had decided to follow him. He squinted into the white mist but saw no cub following. The sounds came closer and closer and he could suddenly see a dark shape. There was only one thing wrong about it. It grew larger and larger, much larger than him and he realized that he may have been found. Turning swiftly he ran as fast as he could, adrenaline pumping through his body, powered by his fear, and left the dark figure behind in the storm. He ran and ran until suddenly he bumped into something and fell back. He looked up and his eyes widened in fear.

"Thought you could escape eh?" The man leering down at him was by no means a comforting sight. He was missing several teeth, and those he had left where yellow, his skin pale and unhealthy looking and his eyes a cold, pale blue. He never saw the fist come at him, but he felt the pain in his nose and right eye. The boy fell to the ground, blood pouring from his nose and a cut above his eye. He couldn't see for the first few moments as he tried to blink away the blood but it hurt more for each movement. He decided to keep it closed. Then he was kicked in the side, sending him crashing into a tree.

"Thought you could get away from the boss? And with medical supplies? They ain't cheap ya know." The boy whimpered and tried to get up on his feet but the pain in his ribs and the lack of air caused his body to scream at him to stay still so he collapsed onto the ground. The man stalked over and lifted the boy by the collar of his neck and squeezed, The boy didn't have any energy left to fight the grip either and felt himself panic as he couldn't breathe. His feet kicked at thin air but there was no way he could free himself. Compared to the adult he was weak, way too weak, and he was so tired.

Growls could be heard. The man turned his head to stare down at the little white bear cub growling up at him. The boy looked down too and his eyes widened. It had followed him.

"What do you want, runt?" The man asked despite the fact that the bear obviously couldn't answer. The cub just continued to growl before biting into the man's leg. With a growl of his own the man kicked the bear away and the boy cried out in worry but soon darkness began to cloud his vision and he fell unconscious. What made him wonder though, just before he lost consciousness, was why the man suffocating him suddenly looked to be in pain.