A/N Sorry, I have to. Lol! This story will contain more or less 500-1k words, so it'll be easier to write. Teehee! This is an AU so Law and Nami will totally be out of character. English is my second language so pardon my errors, though I would really appreciate it if you point them out so I can fix them. I am currently trying to write something in present but I tend to slip in past. Kuso! Ah, and credits to google. Lol! My course is far related to Medicine. I like Science but I like Math better even though it doesn't return my feelings! =_= While writing this, however, I feel nauseous… Iiik!
Disclaimer: Nope, not me. Only owned the stupidity but the awesome One Piece belongs to the great Oda-sama~ please update soon! I'm excited. ^^
ANATOMY
Chapter 1
He is tall, dark and fine-looking, with tattoo-decorated hands and elegant posture. His eyes are steely gold, it constantly screams of disinterest, making him hard to approach. Strands of his maniacal midnight blue hair peeking out of his white, spotted, furry hat from the North, he never shows himself without the apparel. It almost seems like it was a part of him. His sideburns and goatee added, he is a perfect picturesque of manliness. But he is rude, and weird, and sadistic, with an annoyingly obscene mouth. He always appears exhausted, like he never sleeps at all. He starves of more knowledge.
He is extremely popular. And for some reason, he is unaware, or he just doesn't bother to acknowledge, at all.
"Hammer?" His eyes bores at her, intent on making her do what he asks of her.
Nami almost fell for his looks once – almost, she says, if not for his weirdness that irks her to no end. Because apparently, she is the lucky – nope, unlucky one selected to be his partner in their Anatomy class for the rest of the semester. She is not happy, not really. She prefers to team up with a more normal classmate, if there is any, but then again, unfortunately for her, their class only consists of ten atypical students.
Their special Anatomy class used to be big, but as time passes, those who enrolled for the sake of having the same class as Mr. Popular right there, has given up on life early and decides to drop out. Probably because this is not the class for the weak hearted, seeing how they are surrounded by naked corpses for five hours every single day while concentrating on the Professor's lectures about human organs.
She hands him the chisel.
"No, hammer." He huffs, eyebrows furrowing.
"We have to scrape the muscles off first, Torao-kun." She reasons, dragging her eyes up to meet his.
"It's the same, we are after the brain." He taps his gloved fingers on the edge of the dissecting table.
Nami feels a vein throb on her head, "So, you are saying, you are going to break her skull with that facial muscles not scraped off?"
"Yes," he replies indifferently, like it is the most natural thing to do.
So much for taking Anatomy and Physiology as her major, she should have known. It does not help that she is already feeling nauseous looking at the corpse's face grated open. It doesn't bleed any longer, it is preserved with formalin. She huffs in defeat and replaces the chisel with hammer to hand him. "I need to take a break." And she storms off to the restroom.
Once inside, she takes off her gloves and mask and she pukes. Her stomach ejects her lunch earlier, flushing it back to her gullet, eyes teary and throat stings.
A knock on the wooden door startles her. She recomposes herself and gargle some sink water to rinse out the sour, bitter taste of vomit inside her mouth. When she opens the door, she finds him standing close, with a brain organ at hand. She almost faints. How could those girls find him so attractive?
"I got the brain." He says.
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