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Chapter 1
He kept his gaze down under the brim of his fuzzy white hat with black spots while discussing the terms of his stay.
"All I am asking for is free roam within the laboratory and the island," he spoke, voice echoing slightly off the metal walls of the lab. It was a cold and uninviting bare room, except for a few furnishings. There were some bookshelves lining the walls filled with medical and science books that had dust on them as if they hadn't been touched in years, even before the "accident." A table lined another wall that was home to a green haired woman on a stool. She was writing in a large book, staring at it through large hypnotic like glasses. Her green wavy hair flowed down her bare shoulder from her tank top down to her small waist. The frame of the woman was petite, and her skin pale and almost sickly. One leg was crossed over the other, kicking, as she sat on the velvet pinkish purple bar stool. The conversation continued between the two men - sitting on couches similar to her stool - while she methodically took notes with no expression.
"What do you think, Monet?" the pink, fluffy man inquired. The green haired woman responded by rattling off facts about the man with the fuzzy hat while still taking her notes. However, the woman knew that something was required in return if they allowed him to stay.
"We have prisoners that are unable to use their legs," she paused and slightly turned to the man. His eyes were still hidden under the brim of his hat, and his face revealed no expression. She pulled down her glasses slightly to show her piercing amber eyes that were almost as hypnotic as her glasses.
"Can you help them?" she asked with a slight taunting tone in hopes of getting a reaction. She had no luck though as his expression was just as blank as it was since he entered the building.
"I would have to do an examination to see the damage, but I should be able to do something," his voice echoed with no emotion. He didn't care about what he had to do as long as he reached his goal. He needed to destroy the SAD production room and make a move at Doflamingo. He had been waiting 13 years to fulfill his benefactor's dying wishes. Becoming a warlord was part of the plan to gain trust and access to this island, and he would even cozy up to the pink fluffy thing sitting in front of him. He had strange horns protruding from his head, and black as night shaggy long hair. A pink fluffy coat enveloped him that moved as if it were living, the letters "G-A-S" written on it. Yellow eyes jumped out from the rest of his face due to his pale complexion.
"Shololololo. Great. Now, there are some formalities to make sure you do not turn on us." The pink man, Caesar, stated with a hint of excitement and wariness at the same time. "Monet, please make an announcement for Hexe to come here at once." Monet rose from her chair to grab the transponder snail across the room. She raised it to her mouth, and when she spoke into it, it sounded through the whole building, bouncing off the cold metal walls, making the building sound completely deserted.
"Now," Caesar said, "while we wait for her, let's discuss what we can exchange so you will not turn on us, and vice-versa." The pink man looked, questioning, at the man with the hat, Trafalgar Law. Law raised his hat slightly to reveal a piercing gaze from his grey, emotionless eyes. As he was about to answer, an unfamiliar voiced answered.
"What do you want?" the new person asked, sounding incredibly annoyed and uninterested at the same time. Law looked to where the new voice came from to see a woman leaning against the entryway to the room. She had a book in her hand that covered her face while she read while her other arm crossed her body. Around her waist and over her shirt was a small circular metal belt. The two ends, magnetic-seeming, connected on her left side. Her leg closest to the wall remained straight while her other leg crossed over, with her toes resting on the floor. She only looked a little over 20 years old. Jet black hair cascaded around her face, and on to her shoulder. The woman looked innocent enough based on her size. She only looked about five feet tall and was very small in the waist. Due to her other curves, this gave her a perfect hourglass shape. She wore a V-Neck, white, long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and brown, knee-high lace-up boots.
"Law, this is one of our other workers here: Hexe. We have her check everyone that comes stay at the building. Shololololo," Caesar stated, but seemed to be overly excited. Law continued to train his gaze on her, curious about what Caesar meant by "check." His gaze changed from the girl to the ground.
"What does she check for?" he asked blatantly and void of emotion.
"Sholololo. She checks people's minds and makes sure they have no ill intent when coming here. It makes it so no one can fool us. Fantastic, isn't it?!" the gas man couldn't contain himself. He was overjoyed that they had someone who could do such a useful task so flawlessly. "She will have to check your thoughts before we can even discuss an exchange. Do you accept?" Caesar asked while grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes," Law replied while his face remained stoic. On the inside he was panicking though because he did not plan for this. If she could really read his thoughts, then she would see his true intentions and his cover would be blown.
Hexe remained at the doorway reading her book completely uninterested in anything going on. She didn't care. Not about the conversation, the island, or anyone here really. Her focus shifted, though, when she felt a sudden spike of fear in the room. She knew no one else could feel it, but it hit her like a brick wall.
*Someone must be sweating bullets. This is the same level of fear as when someone is watching everything crash around them*
She remained composed on her face though, with her nose still in her book. Thoughts swirled in her head. Confusion and interest were the dominant feelings she was having.
*The only person that could be feeling fear would be that Law fellow, but he looks fine. His fear spiked after pink fluffy dumbass said I could read thoughts. Well, this should be interesting*
"Hexe, could you make sure Trafalgar Law can stay with us?" the pink one inquired.
Law's heart was beating out of his chest as he turned to looked at the girl that lazily stood there. He heard a sigh from her as she brought her book down from her face and rolled her eyes. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes a piercing ice-blue. She began to walk over to the couches like a small child that really didn't want to be there.
"Would you hurry up?" Caesar harshly said, getting impatient.
"Shut up, pink-fluffy dumbass," the girl curtly said.
"What did you say to me?!" Caesar shouted with an angry and annoyed tone.
"I called you a pink-fluffy dumbass," she stated matter-of-factly. Hexe could see Caesar fuming, but she didn't really care. Her heels clicked as she walked towards Law, who had some of his black hair poking out of his hat. He was tan from what she could see and had tattoos on his hands. He looked completely void of human emotion with his arms draped on the couch and one calf resting on his other leg's thigh, but she could feel his emotion. It puzzled her how one could hide so much under a mask so flawlessly. As Hexe got closer, she noticed that his pants were spotted to match his hat. His long trench coat jacket was black with yellow on the bottom that morphed into spots as well.
*It's like when someone wears all one color and says it matches, or says two of the same words rhyme*
She internally sighed and sweat dropped. Men can't seem to understand fashion. When she was next to the couch she noticed his sword sitting next to him, and his fear level going through the roof. Without a word, she reached both hands out and put her index and middle finger on his temples.
She saw flashes of all his memories and thoughts. Any memory or thought he had, she could see, but she was only looking for things pertaining to this island and the people involved. *Flash* She saw Law in the SAD production room cutting it in half and destroying it. *Flash* He was killing anyone and everyone in his way. *Flash* He was killing Doflamingo.
She removed her hands from his face and opened her eyes. She looked down to see grey, stormy eyes staring into her soul. They looked annoyed, as if this was a waste of his time, but she could feel the fear swirling around him. It was gushing out of him like a large wound across his entire chest. She simply stared back with no expression.
"Well?" the pink one seethed due to impatience.
"Well what?" Hexe snapped back with annoyance dripping from her words.
"What did you see?!" He barked, becoming even more impatient.
"Nothing. I saw nothing. He has no ill intentions," she said like an annoyed child when they felt what was being asked of them was obvious. She noticed the fear completely vanish once the words left her mouth.
"Oh good!" Caesar exclaimed. "We can talk about the exchange then," he said to Law.
"Alright. I'm going to my room," Hexe stated as she turned around and brought her book back to her face. She walked with one hand in her pocket and her head bent down as if she was literally getting sucked into the book. She knew the spotted man was probably confused by her answer to Caesar, but she didn't care. All she cared about was doing as little as possible and getting off this damned island. Hexe's thoughts were broken when she heard the pink-horned-thing call for her, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Wait. Come back here. I have another task for you," he called.
*Damn it. I was so close to being out of this room. Not that he wouldn't have just called me over the intercom."
She sweat dropped while sighing and answered him without even turning around or moving her book.
"No," She simply said. Caesar's eyes went wide at the comment. Her refusal to ever listen got on his nerves.
"They are orders from Joker. You have to," he said with an annoyed tone that was also written on his face. Hexe tilted her head up slightly and put her book to her chin as if thinking.
"Hmmmmmmm. No," she stated again, and started to walk off.
"Oh?" Caesar said with amusement, "then I will call Joker right now and tell him you aren't obeying orders. Is that what you want? I'm sure your friends wouldn't appreciate it," he was giddy at that comment. He knew she would have to listen, and it made him giddy like a child when he had the upper hand.
Hexe stopped immediately when she heard that. She felt rage burning up inside her. Her free hand turned into a fist, nearly drawing blood from her palm. She picked one foot up and pivoted, so she was half turned toward him.
"What do you want, pink-fluffy dumbass?" she asked through gritted teeth. Caesar threw his head back in laughter.
"Shololo. That's what I thought. Well, now that Law will be staying here, he wants you two to fight to see who is stronger. Whoever wins will become my right hand on this island," he said with amusement in his eyes. He was excited that he got under the girl's skin, but now he got to watch the two fight each other. Seemed like it was going to be a good day. Law was not overly thrilled about this idea, but the girl's quick change in demeanor confused him. First, she lied to Caesar, and now this.
Hexe's eyes narrowed at him, shooting daggers directly at him.
*This is such a waste of my time! I don't want to do this, and I have no desire to be a right hand!* Instead of voicing her opinions, she simply stated through gritted teeth,
"Where would you like us to fight?"
Caesar thought for a moment, and then said,
"Right here is fine. Don't break anything," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Law stood up, grabbed his nodachi, and placed it on his shoulder. Slowly, he walked until he was standing in front of Hexe. He was confused, though. Hexe stood there while still holding on to her book but had no weapon. She did not look like she was about to fight.
"Whenever you are ready," Caesar called out.
Law lifted his tattooed hand, and air started to spin underneath it.
"Room," he commanded.
Hexe looked around her as a blue sphere had expanded from his hand and encompassed the room. She simply stood there looking until she heard him unsheathe his sword. Her eyes darted to him, and he still had an emotionless face.
*He has an interesting power but judging by his attitude he thinks this will be easy. Ha! I'll be done with you in a minute.*
She lifted her free hand up and snapped her fingers.
"Bewegen," she ordered. Before Law even knew what was going on, the girl wasn't there anymore. He stood up slightly and looked around in confusion. He stood there with his sword in both hands, ready to use it, but had no one to use it on. Just as he started to say 'What' in confusion, the girl appeared in front of him. She quickly put her index and middle finger on his temples before he could react.
"Schlafen," she said with an authoritative tone. Law looked surprised that she was there, confused by her words, and then his eyelids got heavy and started to close. He fell to the ground and started to snore. Hexe looking down at the sleeping man with her head tilted to the side.
*He looks peaceful. That's the most emotion I've seen on his face. If you could call it that*
She bent down and sheathed his sword so no unwanted injuries would occur.
"You weren't supposed to have it go so quick!" the pink man hissed.
"You didn't give me a minimum time," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone while raising her arms and shoulders into a shrug. Caesar simply sighed. She began to turn around and put her nose back in her book.
"I'm going to my room," she said in a flat tone.
"Wait, you're my right hand so you will have some extra duties and…" he couldn't finish his whiney sentence because he was cut off by Hexe.
"As your right hand, my first order of business is to promote Law and demote myself," she said as she stood in one place. After giving her first and last order as Caesar's right hand, she began to walk away leaving Law and Caesar behind. His jaw dropped, his eyes opening wide with shock that soon turned to anger.
"You can't do that!" he shouted as he shook his fists in the air. Hexe stopped walking again and turned her head slightly. She gave him a sideways glance and smirked.
"You said I was your right hand, which gives me the power to promote and demote, so I did. As I said, I will be in my room," she grinned as she said that, feeling victorious. Caesar couldn't do anything but stomp his feet like a small child. Hexe continued to walk down the cold, empty halls to her room while reading. The only sound was the clicking of her heels and the crinkle of a page every once-in-a-while. Her room should be able to give her some peace and quiet after having to deal with the pink-fluffy dumbass
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