Taking Care of You
AN: Yo! Greetings to the readers and passer-by people~ To be honest, this is my first fanfiction story here and I'm not a very good one as a writer either so this story might turns out to be weird, especially the grammar with the lack of vocabulary. It's a simple storyline and elaboration, I'm not intended to make it long but it's a multi-chapters, no doubt. MPREG type, sorry to state. Let's read so we can see how this chapter be for a start? (^-^)/
Ch1: A Happenstance
Today was as hectic as always. Chief Inspector Smoker laid on his not-so-comfy sofa in his small living room. His hand on his forehead and tiredly sighed, his hard work without a constant rest days for several years had his Superintendent gave him a full whole month of vacation in this year, a very very very rare opportunity to resist, especially from a superior like Akainu, who was known of his strict method and straight point of view in justice, whatsoever.
Smoker sometimes irritated over Akainu's way in comprehended laws but it was because of a police like him this hopeless city which filled with filthy criminals was endurable to live on. The area was tough and rough but its civilians were too immune to be bothered by it as time passed by. New World city as people often call it, it was kind of a bad example as a future reference. No matter what, Smoker did not care. All he could think of now was taking a good nice sleep for tonight.
He blinked.
He stared a bit moment at the ceiling before closing his eyes again.
He could not sleep, damn it!
He was too used of being stayed up late or not having a long period of sleep until now. A normal sleep cycle for a normal human being was a luxury for him to have since he got transferred in this city several years ago. He cursed his tattered metabolism.
In the need of fresh air, Smoker got off from his sofa, putting on his black leather jacket concealing a part of his sturdy muscled abs on his torso without an inner shirt – he was a hot blooded man so yeah, be shirtless – and locked his simple house's door before heading towards the nearest beach by his moderate jeep.
One of a good part of the ruthless city was it located closed to a coastline. The soiled air around this concrete jungle was salvaged naturally with the presence of a fuzzy sea breeze.
It only took ten minutes or so when he arrived at the parking lot available. He took an extra safety measure to his jeep as thieves here were not thinking twice to rob away any transport they found, not that the polices could not catch them later on. They just never stopped to repeat the crimes like an endless loop.
Smoker walked slowly alongside the seashore, the sea water shyly washed over his sandals – he hardly had a chance to wear sandals occasionally as he needed to wear boots or shoes while in duty, mind you – and he found himself smiling for the silent night. The stars scattered brightly throughout the dark blue sky made the reflection on the azure sea beautiful than ever.
He rarely saw such beauty nature thus he excused himself for being a tad sappy tonight. Yeah, that's right.
Shit, he thought. He accidentally left his cigarettes and lighter at home. Oh he was literally breathing a fresh air right on, his lungs would cheer happily for the whole night.
After a staircase of steps, Smoker halted in his walk. His grey eyes which matched his hair colour caught on something in his field of vision. Was that a human body? He quickened his walk pace to the shady lump on the shoreline, too dark to make out in a far distance. The edge of the sea water gently splashed the said body and Smoker was beyond doubt that it was a human form when he finally came closer enough to identify it.
A male with an average black short dishevelled hair, both ears pierced with two golden rings each, clothed with a plain black long silk robe from his torso to his ankles, no pants detected from the look of it, some tattoos crafted on both his fingers with 'DEATH' written and anonymous symbols at the back of his hands, the man's face decorated with sideburns and nicely carved stubble on the chin. His eyes closed with frowned on his forehead.
Although the blue sea had drenched this poor guy, Smoker could tell the male was injured though some dried blood on the face and hands were almost unnoticeable. He rushed over the said man, checking the heart beat and gave a first-line emergency treatment. He managed to control his panicked, he was a veteran in this kind of situation so nothing fazed him more than a mere surprised.
His composed action soon faded when the guy did not respond to his treatment at all. The heart beat was faint though, Smoker could not ascertain whether it was getting slower or quicker. He brought upon his CPR conduct, after a few minutes, said guy never moved or anything. He even added a little bit strength in his push. Dread wave started to engulf his mind.
"Live on, damn you!"
AN: Oh dear, it's too short. Critics and praises (if I deserve to have one hehe) are both welcome. If you didn't want to leave any review or any PM it's fine by me too, I don't feel like to force anyone, as long as you guys enjoy this story B-)
Believe me, Law and Smoker are not my initial pairing for this, but I got a dream one night, it's where I was on the run with Trafalgar Law from slick monsters like Smiley (if you follow the Punk Hazard arc then you know what it is). At some point, Law was strangely exhausted and I tried to stop his sweat from drenching him too much, by pulling away his thick clothes. Damn, I've done my best not to be distracted by the pleasure feeling of taking off his clothes but it was so hard when you could feel the clothes' fabric and his irregular breathe under your touch. A minute passed and I woke up hahaha
I missed that dream. Thank you for reading by the way XD