"Demons just don't exist. And that's the end of this discussion," I said. For the last few hours my roommates and I had this tiring argument: do demons exist and why do you believe they do or don't.
"For once, I agree with you," The red haired young man called Kidd sighed.
"But you have absolutely no evidence!" Hawkins said, the other guy with whom I live. As students, we don't have a lot of money and since we've known each other for a awhile, we decided to just live together to keep our living expenses low.
"Neither do you. Hawkins just... just drop it, ok? For how many years have we told you that we have no interest in the supernatural?" I asked, feeling a headache forming.
"But you still always answer my questions, don't you Law? And Kidd always seems interested. I swear I'm gonna show you! Demons and Angels, they do exist!" he exclaimed.
Kidd started laughing, I just sighed. "Do whatever you want, but leave me out of it." I sighed again, brushed through my hair and almost started to massage my temples. Yep…There is the headache. I stood up, grabbed my winter jacket laying on the stool, and put it on. Ignoring the other two guys, I went to the door, slipped into my shoes and grabbed my keys.
Leaving those two fools alone, I strolled through the alleys. The darker the better, it helped my head. I nuzzled down into the feathery collar. My breath manifested into little white clouds and although my clothes were warm, I felt the chilly air around me.
After walking around for a bit, I calmed down. So I decided to get something to drink. Turning left at the next corner, I headed to the closest bar. Although I wasn't really found of alcohol I also didn't really mind it. Being student in the medical department didn't mean I had no fun at all. Some nights when my friends decided to make a bottle party I tagged along. I honestly don't remember much from these parties, but they must have been fun- I tagged along again a few times after that for the hell of it.
I entered the loud pub and went up to the bar where I sat down on one of the stools. "Black death," I ordered and noticed a pink haired lady sitting next to me.
"Make it a Gin tonic for me, please," she hummed and the barkeeper nodded.
I turned my head to her while taking off my hat and lying it on the bar. My raven colored hair was in a bit of mess, but I didn't care. And neither did she.
"Hey~ You don't mind me drinking with you, do you? Or do you want to be alone?" she smiled brightly at me. I nodded. "I'm fine either way," I answered, as I was more the 'lone-wolf' type. But she maybe could lift my mood a bit.
"My name is Bonney~ You?" she said as the barkeeper put our drinks in front of us.
"Law," I simply answered. We took our glasses and clicked them together, each taking some sips and then putting it down again.
"So... why did you look so annoyed and ready to kill?" I heard a mix between interest and amusement in her voice. At second glance, she somewhat looked like a cow-girl with the hat and short clothes which were too short for this time of the year.
"My roommate wouldn't stop bugging me about irrational things" I said. Normally I would not have spoken about this to someone that I just met, but oh well… I could care less and she seemed okay.
"Irrational? Oh, so you're the type for logical things, huh? No Supernatural beings, no myths, no aliens huh? And especially no weird or paranormal abilities, right?" she chuckled as I gave her a clearly annoyed look.
"Don't worry. Although I like those things, I know when and with whom to talk about them, and you are defiantly not one of those people." she said. Thank god. I would have left without another word.
"You work or live here?" I asked her.
"Oh, what gave me away?" she asked, surprised.
"Your short clothes indicate either a long stay. So either you work here, or you are part of the owners and live in the apartment above." I said.
She chuckled again. "Both actually~ My parents own this pub, but I like it and help out sometimes. Back to you, what do you do? Work? Or study?"
"Study," I answered as I took my glass again. "Medical department."
We talked calmly for another few drinks. But since I had lessons tomorrow, I had to call it a night. Or rather, I was about to call it a night when we heard shocked screams from the entrance. Someone called for a doctor and Bonney and I rushed up and onto the scene. I went because I was a doctor in training; and she went because, well, she wanted to observe everything I guess.
When we rushed out the entrance door a crowd of people had gathered in a circle around something on the ground. I pushed aside those annoying rubberneckers and noticed the cold. The temperature had fallen once again and it had started to snow while I was in the pub, so the ground was mostly white, except for around the person lying in the middle of the circle. I kneeled down next to a teen-boy. Around him everything was drenched in bright red and the air smelled coppery. He laid on his side, arms crouched around his stomach, but I could see blood seep into the ground from his stomach and back. This didn't look good.
Also he wore next to nothing. He wore a pair of ripped up blue shorts, a yellow scarf knotted around his waist and a sleeveless, open red vest. I felt cold just by looking at him.
The first thing I did was lean over his mouth, listening for breathing, while also grabbing his wrist to feeling for a pulse.
"Someone call 911! Quick!" I said in a rush, loosened the yellow cloth around the teens waist and using it as a provisory bandage for the huge wounds. With this much blood loss it was a mystery he was still alive.
I felt for the pulse again and counting how many heartbeats in a minute the boy had, when I heard the sirens. In the meantime, Bonney had taken my phone and exchanged numbers with a plea to stay up-to-date with the boy.
When the EMTs arrived and were putting him on the gurney, I talked to the arriving doctor.
"Heavy blood loss. Two major wounds: one in his abdomen and one in his lower back, separate minor puncture wounds in the rest of his back. I noticed some severe bruises on his chest and countless scratches all on his skin. Temperature probably fell under 36°C, at least he felt like this. Pulse 27 bpm, I checked." I said and he nodded.
"Doctor yourself it seems," he asked me to enter the back of the transporting vehicle. "The rest don't know him they said, so we're going to ask you to be his respective person for the time being," he said and I followed his lead.
"I'm a surgeon in training since this spring, and still taking lessons at university. But honestly, that's my first time riding in the back of one of these things," I said and he chuckled slightly.
"Just so you know, I don't know him either. I just happened to be at the scene. Drinking, not working," I sighed.
"Well thanks to that he will probably be able to pull through this. I need your name."
"Law. Trafalgar Law. " I said while looking at the helpless boy on the gurney.
The rest of the drive was relatively unspectacular. The chaos at the hospital entrance, the seemingly uncoordinated moves the helpers were making, all seemed too familiar to me.
"I'm staying in the canteen until you finish," I called out to the doctor. I grabbed a coffee and staying in the more than empty hall. I took out my phone again, texting Bonney first, then called my roommates.
Hawkins picked up and I instantly regretted calling.
"Hey Law! You won't believe me, I actually succeeded in demon-summoning! You know this fucking insane circle appeared glowing and all and then this awesome figure appeared with tail and wings and horns and-"
"Hawkins!" I interrupted him, massaging the bridge of my nose.
"I'm at a hospital right now. I will be home really late, just tell Kidd, ok?" That was all, I already hung up.
After two hours of waiting and almost-sleeping, a nurse brought me to the room the teen was given. The doctor smiled at me when I entered.
"Ah, there you are! That's good. He will recover thanks to your provisory bandaging. I'm Dr. Vegapunk by the way." He introduced himself to me finally and I took the stretched hand for a shake.
"So... He'll pull through?"
"Yeah. Healthy young man, although he has scars on him that make me wonder where he got them." the elderly man sighed.
"I will take your personal information to contact you when he wakes up. But there is one more thing aside from this whole incident" he said, staring at me, frowning.
Then he walked to the teen's bed and pulled aside the blanket a bit, grabbing something and gently pulling it out from under the white blanket and showing it to me.
"Do you have any idea why this young man has a tail and tiny wings on his back? Is he some kind of cosplayer? I mean, youth these days do some strange things..."
Edit: This chapter has recently been Beta-ed. Following chapters will too be Beta-ed,given time. Big thanks to Water-Fox-Raine!
So yeah, it's an Law x Luffy story. Kind of wanted to do this ._.