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Another multi-chapter fic! This fic is dedicated to Amaitsumi for being super hard-working and translating both fics and doujinshis + the One Piece manga chapters! APPLAUSES TO HER!
Ok so this whole fic might be super messy and stuff, which I get, but seriously, just ask if it's too messy, or message me. :)
Pairings in this fic will probably be KidLaw, SmoLaw, maybe a lil' MarAce and a lil' BartoLaw and a lil' ZoLu/ZoSan, who knows ;)
Also, I DO NOT have a Beta, and admittedly, I'm super lazy with reading through so you WILL find errors in my text. :3
~Enjoy~
The boy, who had a heart, lost it the day he lost everything else.
The boy, who had a family, lost it the day he lost his heart.
The boy, who had a face of glass, lost it the day he lost his family,
and enveloped himself in hard, unbreakable metal.
The boy never became glass again.
C
The view was magnificent, but no matter how breathtaking the landscape of illuminating buildings was, it was not a thing that his attention should have been drawn to. It just felt so vastly godlike to stand there, having an overview of a metropolis like Mariejois, the most expensive unit in the New World, whilst being enveloped by the darkness of the night. The feeling just grew even more matchless when you had Crocodile Banana just beneath you, making you feel in charge of the building that stored all of Alabasta's money. And Alabasta was the most successful casino in the entire world for the moment. Well, that was going to change soon.
A small wind passed and Law shuddered unnoticeably. Standing there on top of the hotel building granted him the possibility to witness a breathtaking view, but it also exposed him to different kinds of winds – mostly to the cold and nasty kinds, unfortunately.
"Yo, Trafalgar", his voice was as annoying as usual, but Law didn't care. "Sorry I'm late, my babe had some trouble getting started." Law knew the redhead referred to his motorcycle. "I fixed it tho', it's currently hidden inside Banana-land, haha." Law felt how he grinned behind him. "Oh you in a bad mood? Sorry."
"No I'm not in a bad mood you're just very blabbative", Law had coined the word 'blabbative' when meeting Eustass Kidd the first time. The redhead loved to talk, so could be described as talkative, but most of the things that came through his mouth was just stupid blabbering, thus the word blabbative had been coined. Law turned around and looked at the redhead. Kidd was dressed in black, wearing loose pants, a belt with different kinds of weapons and a tight shirt, making one see just how buff his upper body really was. He was also carrying a black leather bag.
"Did ya bring your laptop, Lawsy?" Kidd asked, obviously referring to the stupid backpack that Law was carrying.
"I brought it. And please don't call me Lawsy. At least spare me from doing that in public. I thought we had cleared that out already", Law crossed his arms and turned around again, to look at the illuminated building, named Crocodile Banana. The name was utterly ridiculous, and Law couldn't help but to wonder who on earth was stupid enough to name a building Crocodile Banana. The building was made of glass and looked like a snow globe. It was rather tawdry.
"Yea sorry, sorry, Lawsy", Law just grunted unhappily upon hearing that Kidd didn't even try to stop using that nettlesome nickname. "So like, if you're ready, we could just go." Kidd walked up to Law, also admiring the view. "Pretty neat view huh. Sure you don't wanna come live with me? I'm currently renting a place a few blocks from here."
"Let's discuss that later, it has nothing to do with this. Besides, I'm getting a little tired of living like this. Let's just get this over with."
"Right, right. Wait… Whaddya mean tired of living like this?" Kidd took out the security ropes from his black leather bag. Law had always told him that the bag looked like a bag where you hid corpses, and that it was way too suspicious. Of course, the redhead never listened to a single word that was spoken by Law, the only exception being when Law initiated sex.
"Like I just said, let's talk later", Law took the security ropes and strapped them around his darkly clothed body. He tightened the ropes in a used manner – he had done this countless times before after all. Kidd also underwent the same procedure, strapping the ropes around his body, securing himself from a certain death.
"Whatever. You really are in a bad mood today, huh?" taking the ends of the two security ropes, Kidd put them together and finally attached them to a Spider Web, a small device that could be attached anywhere and would really remain attached as long as it wasn't subjected to too much pressure. Too much pressure could for instance be more than three persons hanging with ropes from it. If this was to happen the device would stop working and come loose. Law always joked that the Spider Web wouldn't be able to bear with them, because of Kidd's weight. Kidd attached the small device to the roof of the building while the small device rolled in their ropes. The Spider Web would then roll it out again, when the two of them would start climbing down.
"Is it secured?" Law asked, nodding towards the small black device with green small lights. It looked rather adorable, like a small spider with green eyes.
"Now it is. It will hold for 15 minutes, so we'll have to finish this in 10 minutes to be able to get out again", Kidd said, looking at Law to make sure it was okay.
"That's fine. 10 minutes is more than enough."
The Spider Web finished with rolling in the ropes, making a small cute ding-dong noise to inform the user that it was finished. It left Kidd and Law with only short stumps of rope.
"Ok, I'll tap it and the timer will start", Kidd said, putting his left foot on the edge of the roof. Law stood up on edge, putting on the stupid goggles that Kidd had gotten him for Christmas last year. Law just didn't have the heart not to use them, especially not since Kidd had made them himself. Kidd tapped the small device gently, it blinked for a while until it let out another cute ding-dong sound and the timer started.
Both Law and Kidd immediately jumped down from the roof, being brought down safely thanks to the Spider Web. Kidd was a little before Law, because of their weight difference. They got down on the building built of pure glass.
"Holy shit, there are literally only robots guarding this place", Kidd muttered as he pressed his face on the glass to look inside. "Ah, I can see my precious from here!" Once again the dense redhead was blabbering about his dear motorcycle.
"Shut up about that stupid metal monster. It's probably one thousand years old. Who drives with gas anymore, anyway?" Law said angrily, taking out his small ballpoint pen, double clicked it so that it let out a hot, thin and piercing laser beam. He neatly cut a hole in the glass. "If you whine about that bike again, I'll make this hole too small for you." Law took of his goggles when he had finished cutting the glass with the laser ballpoint pen.
"Too late, you already made it big enough", Kidd helped Law to remove the piece of glass that had been cut. "I'll go in first, because I got down first." Kidd jumped down, the Spider Web still making him fall safely. Seriously, they had been so lucky that they had come across that device; it had made their lives so much more comfortable.
"You're such a kid…" the dark-haired male muttered, obviously annoyed, as he rolled his golden eyes. He waited for Kidd to reach the ground, so that the stupid robots guarding the place would react. They were too much of simpletons to recognize that someone just had cut a hole in the ceiling, so someone had to go down and be the bait.
"That's my name", Kidd chuckled and reached the ground – the alarm started screeching immediately. "How pestering…" The robots reacted just like they had known they would, Kidd took out his small gun from his left pocket – he was left-handed after all. It was more comfortable for him to have it like that.
Shooting down the white guarding robots with precise accuracy, Kidd avoided being shot by them. They had been shot before they had had the chance to even aim at Kidd. Law would never admit it out loud, but it was in these kinds of situations that he was able to find Kidd incredibly admirable and endlessly attractive.
"Come down, loser", Kidd shouted to Law. "I'll go destroy more of these white idiots."
Law didn't bother to reply, as Kidd just unstrapped himself and ran away, obviously excited about the whole thing. The redhead was such a brat. The dark-haired man smoothly came down, completely safe from the robots thanks to Kidd who was shooting them down. Or kicking them down. He liked to challenge robots to combat fight him after all. Not that the robots understood that they had been challenged, they only comprehended that they were being destroyed. Law almost strained himself to let out a sigh, but found that to be completely and utterly unnecessary.
Law unstrapped himself as well, releasing himself from the ropes, which so diligently had helped him down. He checked his pockets and was pleased to find that everything was in their rightful places. Then he noticed a white robot that Kidd hadn't spotted yet, took out his gun and shot it down. It would also be unfortunate if the robots would be able to recognize their faces. Places like Crocodile Banana had stopped using security cameras, completely trusting their robots. The only problem with that was that there had been developed weapons, which Kidd and Law used for example, that were able to shoot down robots like Crystal Flakes.
"Lawsy, I'm done with these robots here. Connect your laptop, there's a hotspot around the corner", Kidd shouted, coming back from his round. He seemed a little disappointed. There probably hadn't been as many robots as he had wished for. "I'll go and get rid of some more, they are fun to destroy!"
Law rolled his eyes again, feeling how his ambient started spinning. He knew he had eaten too little again. There was no use regretting that now, however. He'd just have to eat more next time. Law followed Kidd who was running away to find more robots to destroy, mostly because the redhead wanted to collect the parts of the robots to use them for something. The stupid man with scarlet colored hair probably had a project going on.
Finding the hotspot with ease, Law took off his backpack and opened his laptop with dispatch. It didn't take long for him to connect it to the system. The problem wasn't connecting, the problem was to destroy the system. His eyes scanned over the scene in a conditioned manner, his hands moving on their own to get connected. Then he placed the laptop on the floor, kneeled by it, stretched his neck quickly, and let his hands start to work. To break a code as complex as the one used for Crocodile Banana wasn't easy – but it wasn't impossible. Especially not for him.
He was the Surgeon of Death – a surgeon whose everlasting patient was the internet that Law tended to call Death.
Hacking into systems reminded Law a lot of operations, they were also finicky and small details would be vital in order to success. Not that Law ever had operated on real humans. He was content with just hacking into banks or government files.
The screen flickered with numbers in a manner that probably would have scared someone who had never tried anything alike before. Law, however, just squinted his eyes gently and worked with the numbers until they started to look like he wanted them to.
He could literally hear how the hacking affected the building; the alarm died out, the robots stopped talking and the noise of robots driving around ceased. Law knew he had succeeded.
"Operation succeeded", he mumbled for himself, pressing enter, allowing himself to download all the files about the casino. He smiled at the screen in a satisfied manner, failing to hear the steps running towards him. Or maybe he heard them, but just knew it was his stupid redhead partner.
He jumped a little when he heard a gun being unsecured and felt it being pointed at him.
"What the fuck are you doing, little kitty cat? Playing surgeon again, huh?"
Fuck. Law bit his under lip, looking up at the cop. He knew there probably were more cops on their way. Fuck it, how the fuck were they caught? Someone must have seen them through the windows of the hotel, despite their carefulness, and reported them. Or then maybe a robot had seen them and been able to detect their faces.
"I'm not a fucking kitty cat." Law glared at the policeman, trying to come up with a decent plan to get out of the bothersome situation. Nothing crossed his mind. Where was Kidd when you needed him?
Just as if Kidd had been able to read his mind, he arrived through a random door and kicked the policeman in his face. The kick was technically perfect – his left foot hit the policeman perfectly, while his right foot, still on the ground, had spun around in a perfect half-circle when the kick had been performed. His upper body had been held still, in an artistically beautiful angle. Once again, Law caught himself admiring the man with his hair that had the color of an elegant, fire-like ruby.
"Yea, cuz he's my fucking kitty cat", Kidd smirked and took out a gun, pointing in it on the cop who now lay on the ground, whining about the pain. "Stay right there you lil' freak."
"Thanks Eustass-ya, but I'm not your damsel in distress. I can take care of myself", Law muttered, recognizing that his portable device was done with receiving the files. "Did you take any money, you brute?" Law disconnected the laptop, put it back into his backpack and put the backpack on his back.
"I filled this", pointing at the black leather bag he was carrying on his bag, Kidd smirked. "And trust me, I know you can take care of yourself. I just love saving you – I rarely get to do so 'cuz you always manage to do things on your own."
"Well, I hate being saved. I want to do things on my own", Law walked next to Kidd, looking at the cop. "Just shoot him with one of my Tranquillisitases." Law handed over a small capsule that Kidd loaded his small gun with. "It'll make him unable to move. If his friends don't find him in time, he'll die of the explosion, but that wasn't our intention, so it's not our fault. Oh yea, did you set the bomb ready?"
"It's ticking a few meters from here", Kidd shot the Tranquillisitas, despite the policeman's desperate protests. Kidd managed to hit the cop skillfully in his shoulder, avoiding the most vital parts, yet hitting an area that quickly would spread the liquid of the Tranquillisitas through the cop's body. "Ok, let's get out of here."
"But what about your motorcycle? Weren't you supposed to drive it out from here too? …Wait, why did you even drive it in here in first place?" despite his unnerving confusion, Law followed Kidd who jogged back to their ropes. They still had a few minutes before the Spider Web would stop working and the bomb would go boom.
"Like you said yourself, it's old and rusty. I thought there would be no better way for it to go than to let it explode into thousands of pieces. I wouldn't be able to bear with the thought that someone else would have it and ride it", Kidd replied, attaching himself to the ropes again. "C'mon, hurry." He handed the other rope over to Law, who also strapped himself as quickly as possible. Kidd pulled the rope gently three times, until they were being pulled up again.
"Wow, so you actually listened to me this time", Law said sarcastically, feet not touching the ground anymore.
"I always do", this time Law was being pulled up before Kidd, making it possible for Kidd to ogle all over his partner's body clad in tight black clothes. "That outfit looks sexy on you, Lawsy."
"Seriously, if you don't stop using that nickname soon I'll fucking slay you."
A
The money was underneath the bed that just had been used for some rather wild activity. Clothes had been thrown to the floor and the lights were still on. The view from the window was amazing, but it wasn't as breath-taking as the view Law had seen up from the hotel next to Crocodile Banana.
Law sat by the end of the bed, not wearing anything at all for the moment. He heard how Kidd was showering. Their sex had been rather steamy this time, so Law understood why Kidd had craved to take a shower. He was actually craving to take a shower himself.
There was a nice contrast between the white and modern room, with the enormous aquarium filled with exotic kinds of fishes and then the night sky outside – the illuminated imperium of skyscrapers and other kinds of dull buildings. Kidd hadn't been lying when he had said that the vista was really nice, because it was winsome in its own enigmatic way.
Law's body felt sore and he was hungry. The lean, scrawny man stood up, picked up his boxers that had been thrown to the floor in a careless manner a few hours earlier. He didn't bother to dress himself with anything besides his underwear, and the proceeded to walk to the kitchen in the modern, neat apartment. He opened the metal-colored fridge and scanned it with his eyes in the same way he scanned codes on computer screens. Nothing looked delicious to him. He was having one of his worse periods again. No sleep, no appetite and no mood to socialize. Finally he just gave up and grabbed a protein shake. Kidd was obsessed with making them.
The shower stopped running and Law knew Kidd was done, but that it still would take a couple of minutes for Kidd to come out from the bathroom. The pale and freckled redhead would always spend a couple of minutes checking himself out in the mirror and applying different kinds of creams to keep his skin as godly smooth as it was.
Sitting down in the small cream-colored arm-chair, Law sighed and opened the protein shake. He heard voices ringing in his head. Laughter, cries, screams, blabbering. And then there were the gun shots. There were always the gun shots at some point. Eventually the dark-haired man with his golden eyes just felt too unsettled and was forced to stand up and walk in circles to calm himself down.
"Big brother is always right, mom! It's so unfair!"
"You'll just have to get used to that, dear."
And then the gunshots.
"I hate bread, dad!"
"Don't worry Law, you don't have to eat it."
And then the gunshots.
"Come and play with me!"
"No way! Your stupid dolls are just way too lame!"
And then the gunshots.
Law angrily pressed on the protein shake bottle and walked to the wide, window that covered an entire wall. It was made of gorgeous, completely clean glass. In some intricate way the view outside calmed him. Law calmed down and stood by the window, sipping on the protein shake, watching how some of the lights disappeared, people going to sleep. There were surprisingly many lights on though. Maybe people were busier nowadays and had to work nighttime too?
Kidd came out from the bathroom and saw Law standing by the window. Of course he had noticed that Law hadn't been himself lately. But he also knew that that was how he was, and that there was nothing that could be done about that. He also was aware of the fact that Law hated it when people asked him about his behavior or why he was feeling down. In Law's opinion, it wasn't anyone's business how he felt or why he was feeling like that.
Jumping a little when warm arms were wrapped around his slim torso, Law let out a small surprised sound. Kidd chuckled at the reaction he got, and leaned his head on Law's bony shoulder.
"Seriously, eat more. You're like a walking stick", Kidd chuckled, planting small, gentle kisses on the collar bones visibly sticking out from Law's body.
"Eustass-ya, I'm not coming back to Mariejois in a while anymore", Law said abruptly. Kidd quickly pulled away upon realizing what his lover was saying. The redhead turned the smaller male around and looked him in the eyes.
"Why is that?" this time, Kidd couldn't help but to question the smaller, golden-eyed man. His scarlet colored eyes tried to read his lover as well as possible, but Law was impossible to read and Kidd knew that all too well. The bigger man really hated to be unable to understand his lover. "Where are we going this time then?"
"I, not we. I'm going alone. There's something I have to do alone, and it will take a lot of time, a few years maybe. It is very important to me, Eustass-ya", uttering these words with sorrow flashing in his eyes, Law let his thin, long fingers dance on the jawline of his partner in crime. "And why now of all times, you are probably wondering. It's because I've finally settled with how I'm going to finish this. And besides, I've finally got what I want." Law referred to the information they had stolen from Crocodile Banana. It was openly known that Sir Crocodile, the owner of Alabasta, had a lot of business partners,and there was one person amongst these countless of business partners that Law was interested in finding. "I'm sorry but this is something I want to do on my own."
"Whatever you say. Just be careful."
"I will be."
"But I still can't promise you I'll return alive", Law thought, closed his eyes and leaned into Kidd's warm chest. This was probably the last time he'd feel safe in a long while.
N
Café Oak was never filled with people. The place could merely be called a café. In fact, the place could be more or less classified as a cheap fast food place, not as a café. But the owner of the place had proudly named the shabby, cramped and old-fashioned place Café Oak, as if it was a fancy café with tasty Mediterranean sandwiches and focaccia with sun-dried tomatoes and blueberry tea and café au lait with soya milk. But it was none of those things. It was cheap, water-like black coffee with skimmed milk and artificial ham in your sandwiches, it was uncomfortable chairs and cold, drafty windows and hair in your fried eggs with bacon. When you asked for tea they only had Earl Grey. Law actually hated Café Oak, yet he had spent the past half year there every other day, sitting hours on end, sipping on a black coffee that tasted oddly flavored water.
Today was one of those days. Law sat down on his usual spot. But his name was not Law, his name was Sean. He was Sean, twenty-three years old and lived in the northern part of Punk Hazard. He was Sean who studied chemistry, with blonde hair, thick glasses and blue eyes, and no nasty bags underneath the eyes. Law, disguised as Sean, sat down, ordered the usual black water-like coffee, took the newspaper and started to read it slowly. Then he'd open his schoolbag and start working on non-existent essays.
No matter how much the blond wig tickled Law, or how dry and objectionable the blue contacts in his eyes felt, Law would not stand up and leave. He read the newspaper calmly, solved the crossword and sipped on the completely disgusting beverage. Every time someone stepped through the door, Law would unnoticeably raise his gaze to see who was entering the café.
On one of the less important pages in the newspaper, there was a small article about the robbery that had occurred six months earlier. It was about the Crocodile Banana incident. Trafalgar Law and Eustass Kidd had been the culprits, but no one had been able to find them. That night, Law had left Kidd when the redhead had fallen asleep, not even saying goodbye. He hadn't seen him ever since. Feeling a little guilty about the whole thing, Law took another sip of the now cold and even more disgusting beverage.
The door was opened and he lifted his gaze a little.
It was him. The silver-haired man arrived. He had broad-shoulders and smoked all of the time. He always stopped by after work, Law knew that. He was wearing a thick jacket, because of the cold weather outside; Punk Hazard was known for its bitingly cold winters and dryly hot summers – the climate had reached a complete polarization in Punk Hazard. Despite wearing the thick winter jacket, Law knew that the man was wearing a suit underneath it, and that he had finished his work day.
The man had come early today, the clock only ticked a little past four in the afternoon. Sometimes the man came around nine o'clock, forcing Law to suffer at the café for several hours. Today Law had been lucky, not having to sit there staring at the wall, desperately trying to kill some time. The scrawny man wearing his blond wig opened his school bag, took out his chemistry notebook and looked as if he was making his homework, all while observing the silver-haired man.
Law watched the man walk to the counter, lean on it and order his usual; beans and two boiled eggs with two toasted breads and a big cup of Earl Grey. This man was White Hunter Smoker, a well-known detective working for the CID, the Candy Investigation Department, a department that was not known by commoners. But Law knew, thanks to the information he had stolen from Crocodile Banana. Sir Crocodile was cooperating with the government, Law had suspected that all along. But there was one person who was even closer to the government, namely Bartholomew Kuma. That man was the government's dog, doing whatever they asked him to do. He had known about the CID. Amongst one of the files Law had stolen, there had been a sound recording about Sir Crocodile interviewing Bartholomew Kuma about the CID. Why that interview had been undergone and why it had been recorded was beyond Law's knowledge, but it had been enough for him to know that an apartment like this existed.
Through this recording he had learnt to know about Smoker, who apparently was a leading figure in the CID. Law wanted to know more about the department. So far Law only knew the following: The CID were fighting the CANDY movements. CANDY was a drug created by a group calling themselves the Family. Apparently CANDY was a drug that made people aggressive, addicted but most importantly, made them grow inhuman features and capabilities. CANDY was spreading fast and immensely, people who were jobless were desperate and accepted the jobs offered to them by the Family and didn't care if that meant that they had to inject that drug into their system, without knowing how it might affect their bodies. Some people react negatively, some positively. Some die, some survive. Nevertheless, the whole movement had grown enormous and had taken over an entire unit in the New World. The place that earlier had been called Prodence had now been renamed to C-26 – Candy-26, the number 26 marking the date the first death had occurred.
People of course knew about these CANDY incidents and were aware of the danger. A lot of people had been forced to evacuate from Prodence to other units. But common people did not know about the CID, it was a secret department after all. It was kept in secret so that it would be easier to spy on the enemy, Law suspected.
Right now Law was immensely interested in the CID though. He had his guesses who leaded the Family and he was dying to kill that person. That's why he had stolen that piece information from Crocodile Banana to begin with. That's why he had teamed up with Kidd when they had met in Saboady Archipelago, both known criminals. Hell, that's why he had been forced to become criminal in first place, to even survive. Anyway, when he had met Kidd, he had seen the great opportunity to work together with a skilled criminal whom he could take advantage of to reach his real goal.
Somewhere along the way of taking advantage of Kidd, Law had started to like the redhead though, which only had made things complicated. That's why it had been for the best to leave Kidd behind and solve things on his own, because if Kidd ever would be hurt because of him he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
And now Law had come this far. He had found Smoker, who maybe could fix him into the CID. And today was the day Law would finally make him move, press Smoker into a dead-end, forcing him to cooperate with Law. Even though Law was a criminal, he was the most skilled hacker on earth. He was sure that the CID could use him. He could gladly be used, as long as he would be able to use them too. He would do anything to reach his goal.
Law sat there, watching Smoker eat his food, pretending to do his homework. Just before Smoker was done eating, Law packed his stuff, drank the disgusting beverage in one long gulp and then walked over to the silver-haired man. He sat down by the counter, next to the broad-shouldered man who didn't even notice Law's arrival and just continued to eat his food calmly. Law sat there, coughing into his fist a little, pretending he was scrolling on his phone. When Smoker finally was done eating, Law leaned a bit closer and mumbled quietly and smoothly:
"I know where you live and I have placed a bomb in your apartment. If you don't meet me outside in 10 minutes, I will press his red shiny button, and it'll go boom. Okay? Now act as if nothing happened."
Law then smiled charmingly, noticing the strange looks people gave him. Smoker stopped dead in his movements, didn't even flinch. The guy was obviously a professional; someone who wasn't used to threats would be panicking completely right now. Instead of doing anything hasty, Smoker just said: "Yea, I'll stay away from your mother. I'll be there within 10 minutes to tell her I'm sorry for not coming last Saturday."
It was an utterly smart thing to say, all of the strange looks were directed somewhere else. They had gotten their explanation to the weird whispering and were now embarrassed for being so curious. At the same time, Smoker had been able to make Law understand that he was willing to cooperate. Law, in other hand, had a hard time not to laugh while he proudly sauntered out of Café Oak.
10 minutes later Smoker came out, looking angry. Law stood there shuddering, ten minutes had been ten minutes too long after all. Even though Law had been born and raised in the north, he still got cold easily. Smoker had his hand by his belt, obviously ready to pull out a gun.
"Okay so first of all, who the fuck are you?" Smoker asked, keeping his voice calm despite the swearing and the aggressive posture. The man really looked as if he was ready to kill someone.
"I'm Trafalgar Law, and I'd like to make an offer."
"Trafalgar..!" now Smoker lost his temper, his eyes twitching in anger and his teeth gritting. "Why the fuck are you here!? I thought you were hacking your way through Mariejois!"
"I was hacking my way through Mariejois until I found what I wanted. You work for a department calling themselves the CID, right?"
"H… How do you know that? That's top secret information", Smoker's voice became even more threatening. The man was very intimiditating but Law didn't let it stop him from getting what he wanted. Law could be even more hair-raising if he had to..
"I'm a hacker, how do you think?" Law said sarcastically. "Now enough chit-chatting. I'd like to work with you. With the CID."
"And what makes you think that a serious investigation department would ever take you in? You're a criminal and have hacked into banks and stolen top secret government files. How can we know that you aren't trying to get close to us just to steal more information?" Law looked at Smoker who really looked as if he was about to take out his gun and shoot him any moment now. "Not only that, you should be arrested and sent to prison. You are not allowed to go around freely anymore, not after what you've done."
"First of all, you are very short on staff at the CID. The work you do is dangerous and people lose their lives trying to kill those CANDY members. I'd be willing to join, and you guys wouldn't have to pay me. Second of all, if I'd like to have any more information, I would already have stolen it, so I'm not after any information. And finally, I'm a skilled hacker and could easily hack into the Family's system. I could be great use", Law said, still sensing how Smoker doubted him. "Fine then. Arrest me. Torture me. Test me with lie detectors. But when you've done all of that, give me a chance."
"Why would I give you a chance? You've been to my fucking place and put a fucking bomb in there."
"Oh yea, that was a lie. I have no idea where you even live. It was just an effective way to get you out here and chat with me", Law replied bluntly.
The expression on Smoker's face was priceless. He probably felt so incredibly tricked that it made Law smirk with malice.
"See? Told you I'm good", Law said, smirking like a satisfied feline. "And I'm also very handsome. Even policemen have told me that. Even your policemen have told me that."
Smoker's face twitched in annoyance. Of course he wasn't going to listen to a criminal. The only right thing to do was to call for back-up and catch Trafalgar Law once and for all. But when Smoker looked at the golden eyes shining so beautifully, he just felt like he had to give him a chance. But he couldn't – and wouldn't. So he pulled out his gun and pointed it towards the shuddering, scrawny, golden-eyed man.
"Game over, Trafalgar. You made a mistake and you're going to prison. Mistake number one; never assume that a policeman is kind only because he believes in justice."
D
Law wake up in the cramped prison cell, feeling dirty and smelling weird. He hadn't even been there for more than a week and he already hated it. Luckily, they hadn't put him in a cell with another criminal. He had been left alone, at least. And the prison guards were kind to him, even though one of them was a little creepy. All in all, prison wasn't as horrible as Law had imagined. Of course, it was cramped and bare and ugly and disgusting and all of those things, but he had survived living with much worse circumstances. Compared to those times, this was pure luxury. He had a bed, got food somewhat regularly and could chat with people. It wasn't half that bad. But he hated it because every minute he spent there, he felt how he drifted farer and farer away from his goal.
He felt like he had failed royally.
Which he had, by the way.
Smoker hadn't accepted his offer, and looking back at the whole thing, Law realized just how fucking naïve he had been. Just how fucking dense and childish. Actually, it wasn't the prison life that Law hated, he hated himself.
Law lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, counting how many weird stains there were up there. He wondered what the stains were, how they had gotten up there and if they tasted anything in particular. He would stay in prison for pretty many years, so maybe he at some point really would try to taste on those weird stains. Maybe if he'd just grow mad enough.
Somewhere far away he heard how the other prisoners were singing songs. He wondered if he'd grow to be like that. He had already started to grow a little insane, so who knew how he'd end up being. Maybe he'd become even worse.
Law closed his eyes again, feeling how the world spun around him. The prison cell smelled weird. Or then it was him. He wasn't sure anymore, everything smelled a bit odd.
"Wakey, wakey, Trafalgar, you have some guests", suddenly the prison guard was outside his cell, but Law didn't even bother to look up. Guest? Probably Kidd. Or maybe Smoker coming to tell him that he was dumb and naïve.
"Hey, Charlie, how do you think those stains got up there?" Law talked to the prison guard, pointing at the odd, slightly yellowish stains in the ceilings. "What do you think they are? Something lemonish maybe?" Law had grown to be oddly chatty while being in prison. He was usually not like this. But he was just so incredibly bored and he was being watched over almost 24/7, making it completely impossible for him to escape.
"So this is the future of the CID, huh. Doesn't look all too promising", the other voice made Law sit up immediately. He blinked a few times, not being sure if he saw things correctly. Why was Sengoku, the head of the government, visiting him? "Oh, so you've come to your senses."
"Why are you here?" Law quickly returned to his normal behavior. If Sengoku was here, he could always try to convince him to let him work for the CID. The dark-haired man had completely missed the first sentence Sengoku had said.
"I was told that you are interested in working for the CID. Is that true?"
"Yes it is. I'm willing to run all kinds of tests to prove that I'm serious about this."
"Well, you'll have to understand that tests are necessary, especially in your case. You are a criminal after all, Trafalgar. But I've come here to make a deal with you. I want you to work with the CID. You've been able to break into the government's system in the past, and that is a hard barrier to come through. My hackers and programmers were impressed by your abilities. They said they had never seen something like your work before. They have still not come up with a way to stop you", Sengoku remarked. He looked at Law who sat on the bed dumbfounded, wearing prison clothing. The man looked very vulnerable, in some way. "But there is a problem. We can't let you move freely. I want you to live with someone within the department as long as you work with the CID. You'll also be working for Smoker, both as an assassin and a hacker. You won't be allowed to move around in the CID building alone, so there will always be someone accompanying you. We also want to put wear a GPS locator, so we'll know where you are all of the time. If you are willing to meet all of these standards, you're in."
"I'm in."
"Great. You'll be released from prison immediately and will be brought to the CID and we'll run some tests on you. But first, please take a shower, you smell horrible."
Law didn't reply he just stood up as the prison guard opened the door. He had been lucky.
"Wait, I have one question first, Sengoku", Law looked up at the man clad in an expensive suit, wearing a stern expression. "Why Smoker?"
"He insisted. And he's good, he'll keep an eye on you. But like I said, he insisted. I don't know why."
"He insisted?" Law wondered, as Charlie pulled his arm gently, leading him to the showers.
Well at least he did get to work for the CID. He had read in some magazine few weeks ago that he would be lucky this month. Maybe horoscopes weren't complete bullshit after all.
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