It's been forever since I posted something, and I had been on a One Piece kick, so I rewrote the work Trumpet, which had featured Fem Luffy. This rewrite has normal Luffy, but he's slightly OOC, as he's still a musician. This will also be a twoshot. Furthermore, geographically I wrote this with the Blues being NYC and the Grand Line being Long Island. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

X

An inconspicuous band had taken root onstage, picking away at mindless notes that built into numb tunes that just sort of hung around in Law's ear. Law thought he would do something violent if he had to stay longer, but he had agreed to only an hour, if that. He had a practice to attend to, after all.

Ever since he had walked in half an hour ago, a respectful distance from his voucher- the woman had hardly noticed, though he did catch her eye sometimes, glancing sideways even in the middle of a conversation -he had planted himself to nearest wall. He'd picked up a flute of champagne from a passing waiter a few moments later, and still nursed the same glass, glaring at anyone that approached him.

A number of faceless women with the general sort of beauty and glamor of an escort had all turned around almost immediately, but most of his rivals had already saddled up to him. Kidd had been as shitty as ever, smirking obnoxiously and ribbing him for a shoot out, practically begging for a war between their crews. Every time he did that Law could feel the individual straws of his patience burn away. It was a near thing, now.

Worst of all had been Doflamingo daring to accost him, a smug, playful expression on his lips that instinctively filled Law with hate. The blonde man had been idly looking around the penthouse, no doubt looking for weaknesses he could exploit, when those sunglasses found him. His lips had twitched just a bit, as he sauntered over to Law's corner. He just about growled at the warlord, Penguin and Shachi taut as a bow beside him.

"Easy, easy! Law, your men need to relax," he said, leaning over him. Law glared, clenching his jaw, but kept his posture unhostile.

"What do you want?" he demanded. Doflamingo pouted, taking a long slurp of his wine. "You know what," he purred, canting his head in mock demure. "Won't you come back? You'd have so, so much more to gain than with them." They way his head shifted, Law knew he was looking at his men. Law straightened, his hand out of his pocket and tensed, ready to create a room. Doflamingo held up his hands, placating.

"Calm down, won't you? Not even you would want to risk inciting a conflict here of all places, right?"

Law didn't breath, merely focused on the mental image of everything he was going to do to the bastard when he finally got his ass in seastone shackles, and forced his muscles to relax. He even managed to fold back into the wall, though his glare intensified.

"Fine. But don't you think you should get back to your own family?" he ground out. Doflamingo was unconcerned, shrugging. "Sure, sure." At least he was gone.

Law was greatly tempted to leave immediately after that, had even placed his glass of wine on a table, and walked over to the only door. Except, a parade of colorful characters walked in that had Law pausing.

Not only did Director in chief Sengoku and Deputy Director Garp stride in, Portgas D. Ace was cuffed between them, with bruises that climbed up his chest, concentrated at a near black spot near the seventh rib down. His right eyelid was swollen shut, blossomed into ruddy sort of violet, and blood flaked down from his nostrils. Lacerations dotted his skin like freckles. As they turned, Law noticed a few fingers were twisted sharply, some already swollen.

Most interesting was Whitebeard and his first lieutenant Marco eating at their heels. They were both stiff, Marco sparing a moment to turn to the crowd with a glare, while Whitebeard remained focused on Portgas' back.

Portgas' arrest had made quite the splash a few weeks back, publicly known as an infamous gang lieutenant, but he was also a son of Whitebeard's (biologically Gol D. Rogers if rumors were to be believed). Everyone had been buzzing about the impending war between Whitebeard's vast circle of allies and the government; even his own Heart crew stocked up on food, blankets, flashlights, radios, and medical equipment. It was too much like preparing for a natural disaster to instill much fear in Law.

Whitebeard's power was not to be taken lightly, though.

He recalled the night less than a month ago, when Hancock of all people walked into his clinic with an apparent self inflicted stab wound to her thigh. 3 hours of surgery and 20 stitches later, she practically demanded he accompany her to this party-

"You wanted to make sure I don't tear anything? You'll have to come along, male. Think of it as a bonus."

-Law did not think of it as a bonus. Bonuses were nights he could sleep.

The nature of her wound had been mysterious, especially since she didn't appear suicidal at all, and if she were, Law had no doubt she would have chosen a better method.

But, he never had learned the reason for the party.

Law slunk back to a wall, watching them closely. They had come in through the main entrance, but they were walking over to a conference room in the back. He figured negotiations hadn't started yet.

Sengoku knocked on a door, and muttered something Law couldn't hear. The door peeked open, revealing Kuzan, and he promptly swung it wide enough so that the five of them could come in. Law looked around, because he couldn't be the only person that was seeing this, and found the seven warlords all looking at the group, as well. Jinbei was thoroughly displeased, expected given that he and Portgas had been close friends. Hancock was indifferent, but he'd been hearing whispers that she'd been seen in association with one of his peers, the brother of the Fire Fist…

Who was exactly the type of person to crash an event like this.

If there was one thing Monkey D. Luffy could do, it was start a fight.

Law spun around again, walking to the exit with a bit more haste than was natural. He'd been at Sabaody, had seen Luffy literally punch through social obstacles, had even fought beside him. He was insane. He was not going to care that nearly every person at the party could kill him and his entire gang (who were admittedly just as insane as he was).

"Excuse me. Hello?" Law froze. His eyes flew to the stage.

To his complete shock, Luffy was standing in the center of the platform. For a moment, Law had to appreciate the balls it took to stand onstage under these circumstances; how far he'd go for his brother. If he could use that…

In place of the group that had just been there were a band of allies Luffy had no doubt assembled on the go. Ivan the revolutionary was on bass, currently a female, but thankfully dressed in a more modest black dress than her usual purple jumpsuit. She stood tall, in the back corner, with Buggy the Clown next to her, sitting behind a drum set. He'd been gaining notoriety for his chop shop, an eccentric man and recently revealed to have been a grunt of Gol D. Rogers' gang twenty years ago. He wore a rumpled black suit and blue scarf. Finally, there were two former high level lieutenants under Crocodile while Baroque Works had still existed. Bon Clay had combed his hair back, and was dressed in a black suit with a pressed blue dress shirt, not that much could be seen from where he sat at the piano. Mr. 3 wore slacks and a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. He carried an alto saxophone around his neck.

Most surprising was Luffy, who he'd never seen out of a vest, shorts, and sandals, and was so lean he should have looked ridiculous in any formal dress. On the contrary, the suit fit him nicely, making certain places bulkier while highlighting the curve of his back and his small waist. He even had a loose, blue tie that lit up the ensemble.

The rest of the crowd was shocked, as well, to see the upstart boss appear as entertainment, but they really couldn't do anything, unless a boss himself wanted to physically remove them, something that would surely instigate a fight. It was almost-

Luffy had managed to put himself in a stalemate that left him able to do a lot, until starting a fight was worth shutting him up. Law suspected this was Ivan's plot.

"Good evening. We'll start with Comin' Home Baby," he said, with a silly smile, and lifted his hand, snapping. The piano started playing a melody, something at a moderate pace with bitter undertones. Law needed to get out, though. This would only escalate, after a few tunes. Maybe they were a distraction, or something, but Law was completely uninvolved in the whole affair.

He walked over to the door and pulled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Law cursed, and left swiftly, much to his men's confusion. He returned to his corner, where Penguin leaned in and asked if anything was wrong. Law growled out, "We're already trapped. If we make a scene, there'll be fighting. We'll wait until Luffy and Whitebeard move, and follow them through their exit." The two looked at each other a moment, resigned, and settled back on either side of him.

Luffy started playing then, and Law had to say he was surprised at how skillful he was. Most gangs had cover identities and shops, like Law not only being a legitimate doctor, but also running a legitimate, small time clinic. They ran the organ trade on the side, though, made excruciatingly easy with Law's power, and did under the table operations for other gangs and even politicians, depending on the illness. Doflamingo was the mayor of an affluent neighborhood in The New World, Hancock ran an immigration office and a number of beauty salons to cover her deep involvement with illegal aliens and prostitution, etc. Luffy had been the most difficult to track, oddly, when Law ordered background checks on all his peers.

He didn't have a driver's license, a credit card, a job, or even an apartment to his name. It was through a complicated network of his crew that he did everything. He lived with his second in command, Roronoa Zoro; he was driven around by the few members that could; was fed by Sanji, a former Sous chef to Baratie who know ran a bar; and everything was bought through Nami, the apparent accountant of the group, usually with cash.

After a month of following the boss around, however, his men reported he spent entire shifts inside a handful of jazz bars that wouldn't let them in. Luffy had probably figured out he was being followed. It would make sense, now, if he was a musician.

Luffy ran up arpeggios, triplets, and scales rapidly, all over the place, as Bon Clay pounded on the piano. They climaxed, and in that moment, chaos exploded throughout the penthouse. Law sighed.

There was a dramatic shift in the floor, an extreme tremble in the building that had quite a few falling or catching themselves on a table or chair. Law focused on Hancock, who had to take a knee. She had just gotten off the crutch, and if he had to do another operation because of this fucking fight, Law was going to be pissed.

Out of the conference room where the negotiations were taking place exploded an inferno of fire, blue and red. Law splayed his hands, focusing on the figures that ran out, ready to shamble the entire penthouse. A cuffless- but still bruised -Portgas ran out with Marco. They were cut off by Kizaru, and Law opened up a room. He quickly found a few extra pairs of sea stone cuffs in the conference room, and managed to get them onto Kizaru before he could avoid them. Marco blew through him, and they pitched forward, out the glass windows. He shifted elegantly into a vaguely bird shaped mass of flying fire, leaving a cursing Kizaru and a number of shocked observers. Notably, quite a few bosses, allies of Whitebeard, were prepared.

A fight broke out between the warlords, the major bosses, and the number of disguised officers. Luffy and his band of misfits quickly set aside their instruments and jumped into the fray. Law remained in his corner, occasionally helping Hancock and making sure she didn't trip or tear her stitches. He told himself to stay neutral; that would almost ensure being able to duck out without any problems, but at the same time, he didn't want Luffy to die. Luffy was just the sort of insane that could blow Doflamingo's entire operation.

He helped him a little bit, too.

They fought for what was probably a half an hour, all the while shockwaves wracked the building, Whitebeard not pulling any punches. Occasionally the room would be filled with a deathly chill, and some bosses would be frozen to the floor. Then, a noxious heat wave that just as quickly melted the ice. A few times, there was a flash of gold and Kizaru would breeze past everyone, maybe kicking a few people around if he saw them.

"Enough!"

They all stopped, the penthouse suddenly silent as they all turned to Sengoku. The directors were lined up beside him, and Garp was on his right. Whitebeard was nowhere to be seen.

"Whitebeard is dead. You all are under arrest."

That wasn't going to happen, not if anyone could help it, but the directors quickly formed a perimeter. Any fight or indignity left the gangs at the sight of the most powerful logias in law enforcement. There were some tears, though, for the fallen whitebeard. Law looked for Luffy and Hancock, who were actually right next to each other.

If he remembered correctly, Hancock had actually been fighting indiscriminately. Law brushed it off, though, and debated what he should do. He really wanted to stay neutral, but most of his business depended on just about every person in sight. He sighed, quietly. He'd be arrested, too.

He made a giant room, one that enveloped the entire building, and through great concentration dispersed the directors, Sengoku and Garp throughout the building. Before anyone could realize why they'd disappeared (besides Doflamingo, who was smirking at him), he shifted his men, Hancock, Luffy and his band, and even their instruments, to the underground parking lot.

Penguin and Shachi were at his side immediately, ready to support him should he collapse. Law could feel some blood running down his nose, but that was normal.

"What just happened?" Luffy asked Hancock, who was looking at Law. "Torao?" Law cringed at the nickname, but spoke before he changed his mind, or anyone could ask any uncomfortable questions. "We need to leave. Get into your cars; we have to disappear before the directors regroup-"

A circle of cement melted from the ceiling a few meters away, a red, gooey mess that meant Akainu. Ivan cursed, and practically threw her bass into a nearby van, with Bon Clay and Buggy completely ignoring the piano and drums (probably borrowed, damn it, but Law didn't have time to mourn the wasted effort) and hopped into the driver's seat and shotgun. Mr. 3 and Luffy did run over to pick up their instruments, only for something red hot to slam into Luffy's chest. He screamed.

"Get him into our car!" Law demanded, and ran to the black SUV they'd brought. Through some combined effort, the wax man and the female warlord scooped him up and ran. Penguin fired up the ignition, and Shachi sat next to him while Law squatted in the back, helping carry Luffy inside as Hancock gently pushed him in. Mr. 3 was climbing into the van with the other group. Hancock jumped in beside him, and both cars took off violently for the exit. In their rearview mirror, they saw Akainu, and then a huge blob of blue that Law figured had to be Jinbei.

"Jinbei has a Vivre card for Luffy," Hancock explained, which really posed more questions than answered any. Law ignored them for now, though, and pulled out the emergency kit he kept in all his cars. The molten lava that Akainu had thrown had burned his skin all the way to his muscles before sliding off, leaving a charred mess of his chest. They'd have to scrub him, check for internal damage, treat the burns with salves, dress it-

"Is everyone okay?" Law looked up, baffled to see Luffy opening his eyes, though his face was pinched with agony. "Luffy!" Hancock cried, though Law had long started to ignore her confusing attitude shifts. Luffy tried to move, maybe prop himself up on his elbows, and Law pushed him down. "Don't get up. You're the only one injured so far, and we believe your… friends were successfully able to escape. Jinbei was fighting Akainu, last we saw." He was still surprised Luffy hadn't gone into shock, though. He was a rubber person, so perhaps trauma had a different effect on his cells.

Luffy nodded, and relaxed onto the car floor. His eyes fluttered shut again, and his breathing evened out. Law just hoped he stayed asleep, and just to make sure, injected him with a sedative. For the rest of the ride to his clinic, he kept a hand on his neck, monitoring his pulse.

Suddenly, he remembered that Luffy's entire gang had been spread around The Grand Line, leaving no one else capable of caring for him.

"Damn," he chanted, even as he called his team to be ready for a burn victim. Even as they loaded him onto a stretcher, and rushed into the clinic. Even as Law spent hours treating the organs that had been scarred by the lava, and the dozens of other injuries he had been hiding. Even as he collapsed onto the sofa in his office.

X

It was around four in the morning when Law startled awake. It took him only a moment to recognize why. There was a racket of horrified beeping coming from the machines in the recovery room, beside his office, and standing over him was Luffy, looking confused.

Law flopped back down onto his couch. Luffy was the last person who'd kill him in a moment of weakness. "Go back to bed. You'll be fine, but if you rip you stiches I will sedate you," he promised, preparing himself to get up and reattach the IV and electrodes and BP cuff. He frowned to himself. Shachi should have been watching him. Goddamnit.

"I wanted to thank you for helping us," he said, sincerely. It made Law pause, and look up at him. He'd seen those eyes before, right before he punched that Celestial Dragon. "You shouldn't be moving," he tried, more awake now.

"I have to find Ace, and make sure he got out okay." He turned around, and Law lurched out, tugging his wrist back. He almost cringed when he saw the full body wince; instead, he exploited it. "See? You're in no condition to walk, let alone run around the city. You don't even know where you are. We're in a bad neighborhood, where any random mugger could take you, even if you're a devil fruit user," he argued, and almost bit his tongue. He shouldn't be trying so hard for a kid with a deathwish.

But he needed him. And this was a great way to ingratiate someone.

"But Ace-"

"I saw Ace and his friend fly out of a window, and I made sure Kizaru couldn't stop them. They're probably holed up in one of Whitebeard's old safe houses," he said. Luffy slowly relaxed, and Law watched as the wretched anxiety faded.

"Are you sure?" his voice was quiet, but not vulnerable, "Where's Hancock?"

Law nearly snarled at the memory. He sighed, letting Luffy's wrist drop. "She demanded sticking around until you got out of surgery, so around-" he glanced at the clock face hanging on the wall, "-1:30 she finally left, though her gang had to practically drag her out." It had been unpleasant to say the least, particularly because she had been scrutinizing every swipe of the scalpel until he snapped, demanding she not order him around or he'd walk out.

After that, it was easier to ignore her.

Finally, Luffy seemed to sag in defeat, his features tired. "Alright," he said, and left. Law waited five minutes, and to his great surprise the beeping stopped after two. With a grateful sigh, he relaxed into his couch, and drifted back asleep.

X

The next morning was insanity. It had started out decent enough, with Law mercifully waking up around 9. He had checked his phone and email, and besides some spam, there had been no emergencies or news he had to attend. He even looked at the The Blue Bugle and Channel NW-5's local stream. There was no news of the fight or the escape of Portgas or even the death of Whitebeard.

And then he heard glass breaking.

Law ran a hand through his hair and stood up. It sounded like it had been upstairs, in the day clinic, so he hopped up the stairs two at a time. He smelled food. There was a kitchen, for cooking meals for the patients that had to stay for longer than a night. There, Luffy was sitting at the table, stuffing his face with eggs of every persuasion, and the occasional slice of bacon, since that was all they had. Penguin was standing by the stove, looking well rested and almost awed, with an exhausted Shachi on the other end of the table. Bepo had walked in, face marred with comical terror, and had evidently dropped his mug of milk.

"B-Boss!" he cried, jumping across the room to tackle him. He grunted, feeling the exact moment that his foot slipped and they tipped onto the ground. His shoulder scraped against a table, luckily weighted so as not to come careening on top of them, and he hissed as his head slammed into the tiled floor. "Bepo…"

"Why is Straw Hat Luffy here! I thought he got sent away! Out of town!?" Gently, he reminded himself, Law pushed the bear off of him, and idly checked the wound on his back. It was bleeding. Bepo then continued to freak out, and rushed around for gauze and antibacterial spray. "Bepo," he repeated, and the bear froze. Luffy was laughing at them, and his other men, slowly coming in for work, were barely holding back chuckles.

He stood up, patted away any dirt that might have stuck to his pants- unlikely considering the floors were mopped half a dozen times a day -and opened his mouth.

"Luffy? Hello? I heard Luffy was hear!" Someone had slammed open the door, though it shouldn't have even been open. Law glared over his shoulder, not surprised to see Portgas D. Ace looking around with a half smirk, with his eyebrows buckled in a way that suggested concern. "He's here," he growled, and the Fire Fist looked at him sunnily, before prancing closer.

"Knock next time," he said. Portgas glanced at him, "Oh, sorry. Usually I do, but someone who I told very specifically not to get involved nearly got incinerated by Akainu," and he pulled Luffy up ruthlessly by the collar. Law was immediately up in arms, even though he didn't notice any reaction from Luffy.

"He's still recovering!" he hissed. Portgas blinked, looking from him, to Luffy. His expression shifted from playful to pissed in half a second. He turned him around, and there were the bandages, peeking underneath the shirt he'd somehow produced and put on. Bleeding through the white material was a small, irregular circle of blood. Law sighed.

"Luffy!" Luffy shrugged, completely unconcerned, even exasperated. "What? Look at you! Your fingers are still mangled, and you're arms-" the younger brother argued, gesturing to the bandaged lacerations. For once, the lieutenant was wearing a full shirt, but his fingers were still purple and taped up, as well as most of his forearms. Portgas had the dignity to look sheepish.

"I'm friends with a phoenix guy. I'll be fine! You on the other hand-"

"Is being taken good care of," Law cut in, walking over to the counter, and leaned into it. He crossed his arms over his chest, like often did when he was talking about patients. Portgas finally looked at him, and then up and down. His eyes narrowed, probably recognizing."What's his status?"

"He shouldn't be moving; his body's working overtime to assist in cleaning and replacing as many of the dead cells as they can. He'll be staying here for at least another few days," he said, and quirked an eyebrow at the Fire Fist, daring him to challenge it. Luffy actually looked okay with that, and it was that last glance to his brother that hit the final nail into the coffin.

"Okay, alright," Portgas conceded, and gently hugged his brother. "Thank you so much," he whispered, ruffling his messy hair. Luffy grinned. "You're welcome. Don't ever do that again, though, I had to, um," Luffy bit his tongue, "I had to go through a lot of people to finally get you out of there." Portgas had a curious twitch in his face, but left it be.

"I'm sure you did. I'll be having a conversation with Marco about this," he promised. Luffy frowned. "Marco? Who's that?" Portgas opened his mouth, before deciding against it. "Don't worry about it. More importantly, I won't be coming around until next week. I'll just track you down if you're not still here. I- We have to take care of the funeral arrangements." His voice was raw, which Law could understand. A flitting glance at his men, and they ducked out.

Law was slightly annoyed he had to do that in his own establishment, but when he'd lost Cora-sa, he would have appreciated the privacy. "Okay," Luffy said, and hugged him tight. Portgas slowly returned it, obviously mindful of his injury. "Thanks, lil' bro," he muttered, "I'll see you soon." And he left.

Luffy plopped back down on the chair he'd claimed, and his men scurried back in for some coffee. Law immediately called seniority and claimed two cups for himself. He sipped it, and slid down to sit next to Luffy. "We have to talk," he said, "And you should get back downstairs. Come on." The younger boss glanced at him, and then the food remaining. In one horrifying minute he stuffed all that was left into his mouth until his cheeks swelled to the size of basketballs. He swallowed before Law even realized the issue of choking. It went down without a problem.

It was way too early to deal with Luffy.

Still, he forged along, leading the man back downstairs and to his bed. Luffy was petulant for a solid minute, glaring at the machines, before jumping back on. "No needles," he declared, and Law looked at him, deadpan, for as long as it took for Luffy to start to fidget.

"I am your doctor. You are a burn victim. You need fucking plasma and fluids, and the only way to get those things where they need to be is through a fucking needle," he said, and grabbed Luffy's arm. The boss frowned- pouted. They both knew that if Luffy actually wanted to, he could easily fight it. Maybe he wouldn't be able to incapacitate Law before he made a room, but Law was providing a service that was uncalled for but also invaluable. Luffy had no legs to stand on.

"What do we need to talk about," he asked.

"Your payment," he said, and Luffy frowned. "You'll have to talk to my accountant." Law shook his head. "I'm not looking for money, although I know your accountant is somewhere… distant these days. I'm looking for an alliance."

Luffy's eyebrows rose, but a promising grin stretched across his face.