Characters belong to OP Mister Oda Eiichiro
Warning: MxM / Slash / Some possible grammar mistkes / mature contents

Trafalgar Law had only a few things he liked in this wide dirty world, and many things that he hated about it. One of those hated things in particular was phone calls, and another one of those hated things was being woken up on four fucking a.m in the morning.

To be extremely honest, Law loathed the feeling of waking up in the morning. And to whomever it was that decided that it would be a great idea to call him at this time, he felt like delivering a lengthy speech full of offense and rudeness. With a shaky swing, one slender tanned arm arched its way over beside his bed lamp and grabbed his little phone. Without even looking at the number on the screen, he had no second thoughts when he threw the little phone across his room with all his might, swearing out a loud little word starting with the letter 'f' and ending with a 'you' full of annoyance and irritation.

And he thought peace has returned. Harmony was all around, and with a cheesy smile across his face, the raven haired man went back into his cozy little dream world where everything was quiet and easy. But with a persistent phone bellowing as loudly as it can from whichever corner of his dark deprived room it was abandoned to, it was quite hard to concentrate on the entrance of his dream paradise. In the end, a startled Bepo came barking up his bed, whining pitifully at the digital noise.

"Right I'm up. Get off me Bepo."

Pushing his furry white dog off his chest, Law kicked off his blankets and swung his legs around, blinking furiously to clear his vision. It was still dark outside, and he felt morning sickness take over his brain and turn it into something gelatinous. With a groan he glanced across his one room flat, observing the wonderful mess that he has not bothered to clean up since last Christmas. Only god knows how he manages to find his pants every morning. Speaking of pants it was awfully cold, and rather urgently Trafalgar shuffled his arms under his blankets and recovered his washed out skinny jeans.

Why is it so god damn cold? After a shiver or two and pulling his pants up, Law remembered that he didn't pay the electricity bill last month again. Emphasize the again, this was the third time in a row, and he was sure the electricity company was getting pissed at him. Anyway that meant no warm showers again, and this was one of those mornings that just downright depressed him.

The phone was not much considerate of his circumstances and failed to silence itself much to Law's annoyance. Rubbing his arm for some momentary warmth caused by friction, the slender male kicks away most of his mess on the floor and searches for his phone. He was able to find it buried among some empty cheese Doritos packets, Law briefly wondered how that got there since he wasn't a fan of corn chips.

"I have two words for you, ass and hole."

The raspy half asleep voice tried to sound as menacing as possible, but in reality it sounded like a pitiful whine of a drunken high school student.

'I'd have preferred a nice good morning you know.'

"Good fucking morning to you. Who is this?"

Law wasn't in a snarky mood, he held up his phone against his cheeks while trying to stop Bepo from barking his morning call and waking up everyone downstairs. It was a rare occasion for him to receive such persistent phone calls since he never did share his number with anyone. The voice sounded vaguely familiar with a nasty jerk-ish tone to it.

'Nice to know you've forgotten me.'

"You be glad I don't remember you, else I'd be hiding under your bed with a knife."

'Darling, it's me, Disco.'

Law needed a few seconds to remember that weird name. Like a good little genius he was, one of his specialties was remembering things, and that included all the people and their names matching with their faces that he have met during his twenty five years of existence. The name Disco certainly rang a bell, but not in a pleasant way. With furrowed brows and a thoughtful frown Law starts with a loud and clear "How" and drawls on with the rest of his sentence, "the hell did you get my number?"

'I have my ways. It's been three years Trafalgar.'

"This is really creepy." Law mutters with a scowl, remembering the last time he actually met the eccentric man in person, and it wasn't a very happy memory. "Does this mean I need to change my phone number now?"

'Relax, my business with Doflamingo ended a long time ago. I haven't heard from him for a year.'

"Oh, really."

'Don't sound so skeptical. I am telling the truth.'

"Yeah, convince me more."

'I heard you owe quite a lot of money to the Casino.'

"Things happen."

Great, One more person to fuck my life up a bit more. Trafalgar Law had no more answers to give, and just sighs his breath onto his phone. Massaging his aching temples and remembering to smile when answering a phone call, Law forces the corners of his lips to stretch wide.

'Of all the people I know, you were the last that I'd think would get into this kind of situations.'

"As I said, things happen. Oh but I got over my gambling problem after the loan sharks broke a bone or two. Speaking of which, my wrists are still out of place."

To prove a point, Law holds up his left arm into his view, observing the dark ring around his wrist that was starting to bruise into bright purple. He forgot how much it hurt, now that he looked it was starting to give him enough agony to groan. With a frustrated snarl he kicks away the cardboard box in front of his toes, yowls loudly when it bangs into the wall behind it and throws himself onto his bed whining in pain.

'I reckoned you might need some cash.'

"Oh, it takes a genius to know doesn't it?"

The sarcastic remark was edged with slight frustration; the tone was hard to miss.

'How much money do you owe to the Don?'

"I don't know. It's like two million and a couple of ten thousand."

'What in bloody hells name were you doing with two million? Actually, how did you even get the trust for it?'

"Well it was quite easy, I entertained him."

Living at the lowest standard for three years, Law got used to being kicked around on the bottom level. The Casino was a long story, but after fighting for the coins in the arcade with ten year old boys for three months, money becomes your best friend to an extent where you don't really care about how your body is used anymore.

'I didn't know you'd sink to prostitution.'

"Hey! Be delicate with your language moron, prostitution and entertainment is logically different in both concept and act."

'I don't think it really matters to you. It all comes down to sex eventually.'

And to be fair Disco wasn't that far away from the truth anyway. The slender youth was more than attractive in his own peculiar way despite the fact that he was male born. With his flowery intricate way he uses to weave the web of seduction over other people, it was quite believable that he was able to get that little trust from one of the biggest casinos in the city by pure charm.

Trafalgar Law had the weirdest personality out of all the people Disco has ever met besides the infamous Donquixhote Doflamingo. Law was sharp with his tongue and choice of language, intellectual even if he wasn't granted a chance for a proper education. As a child he was particularly sharp and sensitive, able to see through all sorts of things that other people miss. He was good with people, knowing what buttons to click and what levers to pull to get whatever he wanted. He was ruthless at times, even cruel on occasions and merciless. Cold as ice and hard as steel, but childish and blunt.

Sometimes he was sly, sometimes he was just snide. But he was always smiling, the biggest drama queen known among Doflamingo's family. He could pretend anything, his lies were always plausible. To Trafalgar Law, the world was always a playful triangle with three corners and three faces. Full of mystery, Law was never predictable. Ultimately that little problem was the cause of that incident three years ago which landed him in this situation, but that was another story unknown to Disco, and Vergo refused to talk about it.

'Well never mind. Since my business with Doflamingo has now ended, I have no reason to be hostile towards you. Passing by in this industry, I came across your name by coincidence, and I reckoned that you might be willing to help me out for a night. For old time's sake.'

"What makes you so sure that I'm going to even listen to your offer?"

'There's a good deal amount of cash involved.'

Bepo yelped in surprise as his master suddenly bolted up from his bed like a zombie, flashing his cold grey eyes with enthusiasm. "I'm listening." He responds, pushing his messy ebony hair back from his forehead like a habit.

'Well, I have recently taken over a business in the red light district,'

"Is this some kind of another one of those shady bars with half naked women bouncing up and down on the sofa with a dildo?"

'No, to be specific it's a big strip club with a bit more action.'

"Ah, well it's been nice knowing you. Bye."

The tattooed fingers were just about ready to press the end call button on the surface of his cell phone; Disco exclaimed quickly that there wasn't anything stripper related to his part.

'I'm not asking you to go up and strip, although that would pay more, I'm just asking you to attract customers with some smooth coaxing and whatever dark magic you have up your sleeve. You're good at that. Tonight is our first grand opening, and I want everything perfect.'

"Right, let me guess, what kind of kinky costume were you thinking of dressing me up as?"

'I've got sweet bunny and sexy kitty, which one would you prefer?'

There are always these moments in life when you need to consider which one is the problem, you or the world. Law concluded that it was the world, and was just about to stream a flowing Niagara Falls of swearing until his sensitive hearing picked up something that sounded like 'it pays about around a grand. Plus there are free refreshments.'

It was a considerable suggestion, you get free food and something to drink along with good pay and the only thing he needed to give up was his dignity and sexual identity. Quite frankly Law kind of half realized that he threw away most of his dignity when he made goo goo eyes at the lady in the fruit shop for a couple of apples and a banana. When you're in desperate need of cash, and getting a proper job isn't an option, anything that has payment entailed sounds very appealing even if it means having to choose between sweet bunny and sexy kitty.

The night was chilly, cold enough to make him shiver through his thin black hoodie. Law hated the cold weather, the chilly wind was worse than sneezing consecutively during spring time and he was allergic to bloody daffodils which were a pretty common flower to find in spring.

As soon as he was inside the building he was quick to stick himself onto the heater for a few minutes before searching for anyone that was capable of giving him directions. Pulling his white cap down to cover half his face, Law silently made for the elevator and went up to the twelfth level just like how Disco instructed him to. It was surprisingly cold inside the elevator, and the raven haired male found himself despising the sensation of being inside a metal box with a mirror reflection staring back at him with hollow grey eyes. Law had a bad case of motion sickness, and elevators were pretty effective at making him want to throw up all the instant macaroni that was sleeping inside his guts.

By the time he found the dark purple entrance with two bouncers looking down at him like a bug, Law knew that he got to the right place. Disco was always a man who liked dramatic stages and flashy lights, even though most of the time they were used for some erotic purposes. A couple of skimpy girls and a pretty looking boy walked past him with a smile, perhaps mistaking him for an early customer. Law sniffed as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and walked behind the spacious stage room, looking for a door that looked professional and staff only-like. It wasn't that hard to find, and in minutes Law was face to face with a long time acquaintance who he never wanted to meet again.

He was still the same Disco from three years ago, lanky and long hair with ridiculous glasses hanging from his eyes.

"Well blow me away, Trafalgar Law really was alive." The man laughs, gesturing to the men behind him to give them some space. The said Law didn't react much, except take a glance at the ceiling above them, frowning at the baby Eros lamp.

"Don't get ideas. I'm just here for the money. Anyone with pink on them appears in front of the doorstep, and I'm throwing myself out the window."

"Oh the years have made you into an unbeliever." Disco coos, swiping away the white cap that was efficiently hiding half of Law's face. He still had the same grey eyes with a curious glint, but they seemed rather darker than three years ago, maybe it was something about his expression.

"Have you heard from Bellamy?"

It was a rather random question that Law had no past intention of asking, but suddenly seeing an old face prompted him to ask of his old-time childhood rival. "Not since last year." The answer was simple, Disco offered Law a cup of weird smelling tea which he refused. "I still catch glimpses of the young fool in the gambling parlor at the southern red light district."

"May I ask another question?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you have any other options besides sweet bunny and sexy kitty?"

"I've got hot pony."

"I'll take sweet bunny."

What is up with that man and his naming sense for his costumes? Trafalgar Law was having second thoughts about losing his dignity in this kind of manner. But by the time Disco introduced a flashy dressed lady who was cooing over his messed up hair, he was standing in the changing room with some seriously skimpy black leather garment in his arms faster than he could say 'get me out of here'. Hypnotizing himself with the thought of the huge payment that was promised to him, Law determined to make the most out of this no matter how much demoralizing it was.

The clothes weren't that bad, it fit his size and all that quite comfortably, but all the laces and frills that decorated the edge of the revealing parts tickled a little when he moved. His bare shoulders and hips felt a little empty, but at least it wasn't that much revealing on his bottom half.

Dressing up like this wasn't on his hobbies lists, but Law was a flexible individual who adapted to almost anything. Having women barge into his changing room right in the middle of pulling the fucking garter belt on nearly gave him a heart attack, and he felt fear more than embarrassment when they pushed onto him with all sorts of lady magic in their hand bags.

After refusing about a hundred requests for makeup, Law settled with tidying his hair up a bit and cleaning away the worst of his dark under eyes. He had no bloody idea why in the world he was putting up with this, but by the time he finished with re-decorating himself up to Disco's standards, Law glanced at his mirror reflection to check that he did rather look quite appealing.

"Alright people, the grand opening starts in twenty minutes! Start up the gear!"

Just like a task master, Disco's announcement echoes loud and clear across the stage halls, and the lights were going out to allow the neon spotlights to stand out inside the darkness. The ebony haired man sighed at the bunny headband before hesitantly putting them on. Feeling a little foolish, he stepped out from the mirror room, ready to roll to whichever way money was guiding him.

A reason why Disco suddenly decided to change his mind about swapping the clubhouse mix with Techno was because he wanted passion to build up. First impressions were important when you first open a shop, and music was an important factor in clubs like these. The man with the star shaped sunglasses had no choice but to express his ready acknowledgement of Trafalgar Law's performance level, he certainly knew how to work his magic among the guests. Disco did have confidence in his own employees to keep the fire going, but Law was something else.

Just after the little numbers on the clock stroke one in the morning, the air in the club was heated up to the point where it felt like it was boiling. Music was everywhere, the sound of beer glasses being struck together pierced through the musty air filled with passion and voluptuousness. Every corner of the room was filled with small and big action, both fast and slow. It seemed that all was going to end quite successfully, and Disco laughed to himself in delight on top of his little balcony.

"All right, I'm going home." The voice startled the long haired man with a jump, a very tired looking Trafalgar Law was detaching himself from a very drunk and persistent man who he casually kicked away with his heeled boots.

"What? We still have an hour to go Law!"

"My ass has been groped sixteen times. Besides, I've made enough tips." Law muttered his answer, his head ringing from all the music and wildness that was exposed to his sleep-deprived mind. Thinking that this was kind of Disco's own fault, the raven haired youth justifies himself and adds a snide comment about the table ticket that some weird bastard pushed down his undergarments.

"It's only a mere hour Disco, do the rest yourself."

Law wasn't waiting to hear the rest of the answer; he was already flying down the balcony stairs and throwing off his uncomfortable boots. It took brief moments for him to realize that it was going to be fucking impossible for him to get back into his changing room; he couldn't even see where he was going because of all the dancing people around him that was causing claustrophobia in a weird way. Trusting that Disco had enough initiative to send the pay over in the morning, the slender man in the bunny costume pushed aggressively his way over to the entrance where he was literally bounced off from the amount of people that was trying to get some space.

He needed to find a phone line and ask Penguin to bring some clothes, Law was quite certain that Penguin was still up and alive because one in the morning was when he usually watches all the replay of Sunday morning dramas. Ignoring the fact that he was probably stinking with the scent of sickeningly sweet perfume and alcohol, Law stepped out the entrance, throwing his boots away with slight irritation. He had enough action for one day, and he was tired like hell. The ebony haired man in a bunny costume received some weird stares from a couple walking by the building passage but wisely chose to ignore it, Law knew that he looked strangely out of place and it was all quite rather embarrassing to be roaming around like this outside in this certain form.

Somehow the thought of it hastened his steps towards the elevator, and Law practically spammed his finger against the number button on the interior of the elevator cubicle. The door was just about to close with cheesy music from the speakers coming from above, when someone roughly pushed his legs between the closing doors with a loud bang. Leather shoes, stain decorated suit pants, posh Law found himself thinking silently as he glanced at the doorway. A tall pale man came barging in with a sigh; he met eyes with the olive skinned man in a bunny suit standing beside him inside the elevator and stood frozen for a few seconds until he silently raised a brow.

It was times like this when Law felt like someone was up there laughing with glee at his misfortunes, the ebony haired youth silently returned the red eyed gaze that was bluntly studying him with a look that seemed to ask if he was a pervert. The tall man was dressed up well in his cashmere suit. He looked posh but not elegant; perhaps it was because of the savage look in his glowing red eyes, or his equally blazing red hair that was smoothly pushed backwards from his forehead. The pale face had a sharp edge to it, giving it a defined handsome look. Law could've sworn he saw that face somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.

The redhead stared at him in awkward awe for a few seconds before turning his eyes onto the number pad and pressing his ground number to go down. Trafalgar Law wanted to dig a hole and disappear into it. This was extremely embarrassing and depressing simultaneously.

Law silently hid his face into his palms and tried to forget the existence of the stranger beside him who was slowly putting distance between them. He felt like a god damned pervert, and more than anything he wanted to grab the other man's collar and explain that whatever was going on inside his flaming red hair, it was all a big fat mistake.

However the world functions in a curious way and Law wasn't able to explain his current state. Besides, they were going to be strangers anyway as the elevator was going to only take about thirty seconds to reach ground level. Thirty fucking painful seconds and it would all be over. Or so that was what the man in the bunny costume thought and hoped, until a big loud crashing noise shattered his dream and future.

The whole scene shook, and reflexively Law reached out and grabbed the hand rail beside the mirror to prevent himself from tumbling backwards from gravity, and yelped out a brief exclamation of panic when the elevator rumbled like a hungry bear. Soon the lights flickered from the ceiling, and the lamp was out in a few seconds. The redhead beside him was startled as well; he was slowly regaining his balance as he stood up. Law caught a brief sound of the other's voice muttering something colloquial under his breath, and quickly stood up in the semi darkness to check the number pad.

"Aw, what."

Law groaned, the alarm button was stuck, and it wasn't going to work any time soon. The whole power was switched off and only the sound of the electricity dying under the elevator was audible inside the small confined dark cubicle. The youth took a deep breath, and stood between two choices, choice number one, bang his head against the wall, and choice number two, bang his head against the floor.

The emergency light system activated itself after the main lamp was cut off, a gloomy beige tinted light flowed into the confined cubicle, revealing a startled Law in his bunny costume, and an alarmed redhead looking straight into his eyes.

This was going to be rather awkward.

A/S:

After reading some of my old writings from last christmas or something, I have come to realize how much I SUCKED.
And by SUCKED I mean SUCKED. I was so freaked out to the point where I almost came to delete all my old writings.
I still haven't much improved, but really, they made me want to kick my blankets in the middle of the night.
I'm still wandering what to do with them, especially since I haven't finished them, but I can't seem to continue on with them either since I lost all the story notes.

for the time being I think I will work on this story, I'll figure out what to do with the old writings (SUCKED) eventually.
Thank you all so much for reading! As always!