A/N: So it was raining and I didn't have anything to do since I just really wanted to go to the beach outside. Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you guys, I'm currently on vacation right now. So let's add that to my reasons why I haven't updated anything for over a month. Anyway, Berry64's request from dA popped into my mind. So this is inspired by her request to write a LawxReader story with the theme of 'Under the Rain'. Title was given to me by my IRL beta who is basically this girl I met while on vacation. She's sitting right here next to me as I type. Well, the title will make sense later. I hope.
Summary: Like the rain? Like lollipops? Now the hard hitting question, like Trafalgar Law? Yes? Then I guess you'd like this story. Although it's more of a drabble and the lollipop part won't make sense until later. (Blame my friend)
The rain pattered gently on the sidewalk. Opening your hands, you stretched them out to feel the water. Cold and tingly. You pocketed your hands as you stepped out of the shade. Water splashed against your hair because your rain coat didn't have a hoodie. You made a mental note to buy a new one later.
Looking up at the late afternoon sky, you blinked as rain drops fell onto your eyelids and the water trailed down your face. You chuckled and closed your eyes as the water trickled down your chin to your neck. You were enjoying the rain when it stopped all of a sudden. You pouted and opened your eyes.
A young man with scruffy black hair and a tan complexion was holding an umbrella above your head. You couldn't see his eyes properly because of the fluffy white hat on his head. Your pout turned into a scowl. What was this guy's problem?
He raised an eyebrow at you.
Your eyes widened in realization. Of course. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
He held a hand up, making you stop your apology. He gave you a nod and led you back to the sidewalk. You watched him walk away for a while before deciding to follow him.
"Ehey!" you ran after him. "Do you know any apartments in this area?"
You had already caught up with him before you said the second part so you slightly wondered why he hadn't answered your question. Shrugging, you decided he had something else on his mind or he didn't want to answer or he was mute. Either way, you kept on following him.
"Thanks," you mumbled softly as you approached a tall building.
Without uttering a single word, he entered the apartment building with you at his heels.
The lobby was furnished lightly and the reception desk was empty. People probably skipped work when it rained. He ascended the stairwell. Was he going to show you to a nice apartment or something? Your mind began calculating the possibilities. Was he a rapist? You cringed and almost ran for the door when you realized that he didn't act or look like the rapist type. Or maybe he did. Those sideburns were the looks...
Against your better judgment, you walked after him.
"Nice apartment," you breathed.
From where you stood, you could see the apartment's living and dining area. The living area had walls lined with bookshelves and a small coffee table sandwiched in between two sofas. The dining area had a patterned wooden table with six chairs, a fridge, a well equipped kitchen and cupboards hanging from the walls. There was a sliding glass door by the kitchen that gave you access to a back entrance and a view of another building. There were also two other doors that led to who knows where.
He turned to look at you and spoke, "You're still here."
Shocked by the fact that he can actually talk, it took you a few seconds to register his statement. "I can leave if you want," you gestured to the door, frankly you felt like you were intruding.
"I don't really care," he headed to the kitchen, dropped his umbrella on the table and draped his rain coat over a chair. He was wearing a feathered blue jacket with an orange smiley underneath. He rolled up his sleeves and opened the fridge.
"Captain!" two little boys burst out of a door and raced each other to the kitchen. They had cute faces that contrasted with their bright hair, auburn and the other sparkling white. "We want food!"
You looked at them quizzically which caused them to notice you.
"Captain, who's she?" the auburn haired one asked.
There was a short pause before he spoke, apparently looking for some sort of excuse. He couldn't just tell them, 'Oh, there was a girl that followed me for some reason and I don't really care if she intrudes at all'. "A guest," he answered flatly as he straightened up with an egg tray in his hands. "Treat her nicely and stop calling me 'Captain'. It's stupid."
"Okay, Captain!" the two chimed.
He rolled his eyes and continued to whisk eggs together in a bowl.
"What are you standing there for? You should sit down here!" the two kids called at the same time.
"Thank you," you smiled at them and took a seat next to the white haired one.
You twirled your fingers as you patiently waited for, well, something. You looked around the room for something interesting to look at, gaze falling on the man who was currently pouring milk into the bowl. You heard shushed bickering at your side, making you face the two kids. They were pushing and sending half-hearted threats to one another. The white haired one raised both hands in defeat and turned to face you.
"Are you Captain's girlfriend?" he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"NO! / No." you screamed as 'Captain' just bluntly said it.
"Oh, good. We don't like you that much, yet."
"That's harsh," you pouted and rested your elbows on the table.
"Captain's last girlfriend liked playing Xbox with us," the auburn one said.
"But she's also very mean and violent and she didn't like our stories," the white haired one added. "I wonder why Captain liked her."
"You guys have to stop telling people those stories and calling me 'Captain'," he placed four plates on the table and pushed one to you as the children grabbed their own plates and began eating in a really messy way. Which looked oddly adorable.
"Thanks," you put a small piece of the omelet in your mouth. "Tastes good."
He took a plate for himself and sat across from you.
"So, are these your kids?" you asked after a while of silence.
The man stopped eating and closed his eyes while the kids dropped their forks. "We don't even look alike!" the kids shouted comically.
"I'm sorry," you raised both of your hands, a gesture the kids used earlier. "So, what were you doing out in the rain?" you directed your question to the man, deciding not to touch on the subject of 'how are all of you related'.
"Offering a girl some shade," he answered around a mouthful of food. "Which she so kindly scowled at."
He said everything so calmly that you couldn't help but feel guilty. "I'm really sorry about that, if there's any-"
"It happens," he finished eating and leaned against the back rest.
"Nee-san," the white haired one nudged you with his elbow. "Are you gonna eat that?" The man glared at him and he slumped back into his seat. "Never mind."
All of a sudden, a melody that reminded you of a nice winter filled the room. The man reached into his pocket, took his phone out, swiped a thumb over the screen and the sweet melody disappeared immediately. He brought the phone to his ears and started talking.
"Chopper-ya, what-," he stopped abruptly as he listened intently to the person on the other side of the line. "I'll be right there."
He grabbed his rain coat and then hastily left the room, leaving the door open. The children pouted and leaned against the table. You stood up and gave a small wave to the children.
"I guess I'll be leaving too. You can have my food if you still want it."
"Nee-san!" they whined. "Don't leave! Captain will be gone for a really long time!"
"How do you know that?" you asked, crouching down to be at level with them. For children, they seemed very trusting to strangers. Well, they were calling you, 'nee-san'. Had their 'Captain' never taught them about, 'Never talk to strangers' or something like that at the very least?
They simply pouted at you.
"Okay, I guess I can stay until he comes back."
"Yay!" they tackle-hugged you, almost making you fall. "We're Penguin and Shachi, by the way. What's your name, nee-san?"
"It's _."
"_-neesan, what's for dinner?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
You fell face first into the sofa and let out a groan. You had cooked the children all sorts of food earlier. Fried chicken, curry, steak, and a whole lot more. Their appetite reminded you of someone. Chuckling, you brought your arms underneath your head and breathed a sigh of relief. At least Shachi and Penguin had gone to their room right after dinner and telling you countless, probably made-up, stories about 'Captain' Law (the vampire one was the best although you wondered what'd happen if he found out that they told you his name without his permission), giving you enough peace and quiet to clean the dining and living area with the broom you found.
After a few minutes of rest the door to the children's room opened with a soft squeak. You cracked an eye open with great effort. Why did they wake up? Oh, no, don't tell me. They believe in the monster under the bed? That'd be just sad. You decided to ignore them, hoping they'd just go away or fall asleep on the floor or something. Okay, now that's just cruel.
"_-neesan," Penguin stood by your side while Shachi rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"_-neesan," Shachi shook you slightly causing you to groan.
You lifted your head up from your arms to look at the two sleepily. "What is it?"
"We can't sleep," they laid their heads on the sofa next to you.
"Why?" you turned around completely to face them.
"Penguin had a bad dream," Shachi pointed sleepily at Penguin.
"Why are you here then?" you yawned and covered your mouth.
"He woke me up," he explained as Penguin climbed into the sofa with you. "Can we sleep with you?"
"I think Penguin already beat you to it," you chuckled as said person nuzzled you. "Come on Shachi." He showed you a toothy smile as you wrapped an arm around him. "Night."
Law brought a hand to his forehead as he walked back home. He forgot to cook food for the little idiots. He groaned, he hoped that they managed to make noodles on their own and hadn't miraculously started a fire. He stopped in his tracks, the thought bringing a smile to his face.
He looked up at the night sky which had recently stopped raining and let out a sigh. "Cora-san…"
He then looked at the road ahead of him and let out another sigh, this one sounded sadder than the last. He checked his watch to look at the time. 3:32, it read.
"Shit," he picked up his pace and began running.
Soon the apartment building came into view and since the front door would be locked at this time, he turned right into the alleyway. Skidding on the wet cement, he was thankful that he was wearing his favorite boots. Reaching the part of the alley that was close to his apartment, he jumped up to pop the latch that held the ladder in place.
"Those idiots have fucking school tomorrow," he gritted his teeth as he tried to get a grip on the wet metal. "They can't be late again."
After climbing the ladder, he jogged up the slippery metal stairs until he reached the floor his apartment was on. Panting slightly, he took his keys out of his pocket and opened the glass door. He threw his rain coat on the floor and opened the door to the kid's room.
"Not here," his eyebrows scrunched up. "I told them they can't sleep in my-"
Soft snoring sounded from the living area and he twisted around to check the source. If some weird ass thief accidentally slept on the sofa, he would be gutted by the scalpel Law always kept with him. Or if that was his narcoleptic friend then he would be sent to the hospital for meds. So he was surprised when it turned out to be a girl with his two little idiots.
"She's still here," and in the back of his mind, he wondered why she was sleeping with them.
Hadn't the kids driven her insane by the weird stories they told? Stories about him being a terrorist who abducted people off the streets and tortured them in a secret underground place. Or the other one wherein he was a vampire. (How can he be a vampire when he was as tan as heck?) Or that he was a rapist. The third one was a killer. A lot of people ran away screaming when the kids told that story in the park. Did he seriously look like a rapist? He was going to check the mirror again tonight.
He checked the room for any possible messes but found none. In fact, the room seemed cleaner than it was when he left it. He wandered into the kitchen to get a really late dinner. That was when he noticed the note that was left on the table next to a bowl.
The kids made me cook a lot of stuff. I hope you don't mind us using the stuff in the fridge. But I would pay if it's needed. Anyway, I cooked some food for you as well. The kids said you'd like it. They also kind of 'helped' in making it. But if you don't like it, there's still some chicken and curry left in the fridge. PS the kids made me stay over
He folded the note and pocketed it. He lifted the plate that was placed on top of the bowl to make sure that the food stayed fresh. Smirking, he took one onigiri in his hand and opened it, salmon bits with a matching pink sauce was the filling, no umeboshi. The little idiots actually knew what he liked. He ate it in one bite and took another one from the bowl before opening the fridge. He found the aforementioned curry and wiped some sauce from the rim of the bowl to taste it. A certain friend of his would be delighted in the savory taste.
Closing the fridge, he went back to the task at hand, eating his favorite food. After he finished eating, he washed the bowl and took one last look at the sleeping trio on his couch before heading into his room. He groaned inwardly at the mess but decided to deal with it another day. He walked into his bathroom and checked his reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was the sideburns that made him look like a rapist. Shaking his head, he proceeded with brushing his teeth.
Yawning, he walked out of the bathroom after finishing his business. He stripped his shirt off and dove into his bed. Late night shifts at the hospital was so not his thing. His insomnia would also probably not let him sleep for a while. He bunched up his blanket and hugged it. Oh, well. It happens.
A/N: You know what, guys? I just realized that this is the third story I've published today. If you want to check out the other two it's 'One Piece Academy' and 'Wonders of the Seven Seas: Light of the Lost City'. The first one is a xreader type and the second one is with OCs and canon characters. Anyway, what do you guys think about this chappie? Do you like it? And I just seriously think that Shachi and Penguin would be so cute as kids. Suggestions and questions are also accepted. If you found any mistakes please tell me. Please Fave, Follow and Review.
