Rated for some bad language and violence. There isn't a lot of cursing but there is a bit. And the major violence doesn't happen until later chapters
Chapter 1: The Stowaway
She was getting sick of it. Every day was the same routine over and over again. It never changed in the slightest. It's been this way for five years and she has finally had enough. But at the same time it confused her. She was never really bothered with this routine. She had simply gotten used to it. She was never the type to complain about things or get fed up with something. Even though it's been five years she never thought these types of feelings would come to her. So now, she was annoyed. Not with her routine but with herself.
"Hello, how are you today?" an, oh so familiar voice said. The owner of the voice wasn't in the room though. No one ever liked going into her white padded room, and the ones who had to go into her room did so reluctantly. The man speaking to her right now was in a separate room using a den-den mushi to communicate with her.
"I'm angry," she stated while just lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. The man in the separate room was somewhat surprised because the girl rarely ever answered with an actual emotion. Usually the answer would be "I feel normal" or "the same as always" but on rare occasions she would say sad or angry but never, not once, had she ever said happy. Who would be happy being cooped up in a padded room all day though?
"Why are you angry?" he asked hoping to get some answers this time.
"Because I'm getting sick of this place but I never really get sick of anything so I'm angry with myself," she told him while closing her eyes.
"Why are you getting sick of this place?" he asked. To her, it was the stupidest question she has ever heard.
"You're an idiot," she bluntly stated with a yawn. "I'm going to sleep, so don't bother me," she mumbled while turning on her side. She heard the man sigh before the den-den mushi turned off. The girl got in the most comfortable position possible before drifting off into a slumber full of nightmares, as usual.
The girl shot up with cold sweat rolling down her forehead. Her breathing was heavy for a moment but soon calmed down after a while.
"Just another nightmare," she said while taking a deep breath. She always had bad dreams when asleep. She can't even remember the last time she had a peaceful slumber.
The girl looked around the empty room and then looked back down to the floor letting her bangs cover her face as she began chuckling. Her chuckle soon turned into a mad laughter. These random fits of laughter were normal for her, so the people monitoring her didn't worry about it but they were still disturbed by it. She would always stop after a minute or so, so they just endured it.
"They're coming," she said in a voice that now resembled a child after her fit of laughter was over. A slight chuckle escaped her lips but it didn't turn into a howling laughter like before and even so her voice was softer and childish the chuckle sounded dark and evil.
"Who is? Who's coming?" the voice from earlier came back after he heard her statement.
"Pirates," her childish voice answered and when the man heard it he began to question her even further.
"Pirates? Are you sure? Do you know which ones?" the questions all came out at once from his mouth not even waiting for answers before asking the next one. A grin spread across her face as she let out another chuckle.
"I see it; the Jolly Roger. It's smiling but it doesn't look like a friendly smile." Her grin widened at the picture she was seeing in her mind.
"Other then smiling, what does it look like?" the man questioned on, he was desperately trying to get all the answers out of the girl.
"If I tell you you'll just try to ambush them won't you? It wouldn't be very nice since you already know that they're coming. Isn't it enough that you know that they are coming here at this very moment?" she asked. She heard the man from the other room sigh in knowing that when she asks a question like that there is no changing her mind.
Even if he were to tell her that the citizens of the village would be in danger she would never tell him. The reason was simple. She didn't mind if the villagers were to die. She heard another sigh before footsteps and the opening and closing of a door was also heard, indicating that the man left the room he was in. She let out a longing sigh. Yeah, she was excited that pirates were on their way but she wouldn't be able to see them from her padded room.
In the last hour nothing particularly interest happened to the girl. She just sat in her room deep in thought. Ever so often she would break out into one of those fits of laughter that she had before. It wasn't really her fault that she would laugh like this and no one ever understood why. But then again, how could they? They didn't feel what she felt or see what she saw.
Her head turned towards the door when she heard a light knock. 'It's already that time?' she wondered in her mind as she mumbled a come in. The door handle tilted downward and in came a man holding a tray of food. He had short black hair that could barely be seen under his marine cap. His eyes were dark brown and he wore the usual marine uniform that every other marine had to wear. The girl didn't recognize him so he was probably a new recruit or just always had a different job.
"Here you go," he said while placing the tray of food down. Yup, he was obviously new at his job because he didn't know what he had to do. Instead he just began to walk back towards the door in order to leave.
"You know you have to feed me," the girl's voice broke into the room in a blunt tone. The rookie marine spun around in surprise at hearing her voice. "I can't do it myself and I'm not going to shove my face into my food like an animal," she told him while wiggling her arms around that were constricted by a white straightjacket. A look of remembrance appeared on his face when his orders fully came to his mind.
"Sorry about that," he apologized though the apology wasn't very convincing. Who would want to stay in this room and feed her anyways? He begrudgingly walked back over to her and crouched down in front of the tray. He picked up the fork and jabbed a piece of meat with it so he could bring it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth waiting for him to place the fork of food in her mouth. When the meet touched her tongue she closed her mouth so the marine could take the fork away. After chewing and swallowing the food he brought up another piece of meat to her mouth but before she could take it an alarm went off.
"Pirates!" a yell was heard throughout the marine base. "The heart pirates are here!" Everyone, get ready for battle!" the voice yelled throughout the various speakers in the base. The marine feeding the girl didn't think the alarm included him because of his job he had to do now but then another low ranked marine showed up.
"You have to come too, just leave that chic here, you can feed her later," the marine told him, a gun ready in his hand for battle. The one feeding her nodded and dropped the fork on the tray before running out the door. The girl tried to bite his hand but he was too fast and ran away without even noticing her failed attempt of trying to get his attention to keep feeding her.
"Told you so," she grumbled but she knew that no one was listening to her now. Even though she wanted her food she wasn't desperate enough to eat without her hands so she just looked around the room once more. Her eyes stopped when she noticed the door. It was still slightly open. She smiled "thank-you rookie marine."
She stood up and stepped over the tray of food and slowly walked over to the door. She wasn't sure if there were many people in the hall or not so she was slow to peek her head out the door. She was now in a somewhat darker room that separated her padded room from the hallway. She spotted her bag in the corner of the room and walked over to it. It was a simple black duffel bag with a white skull painted on the strap, which let her know that it was definitely hers.
"Here comes the tricky part," she mumbled to herself as she got on her knees in front of the bag. She wouldn't be able to run while holding the strap in her teeth so she had to get the strap around her neck. She dug her head down and somehow managed to get the strap over her head and when she stood back up it slipped down to her neck. She walked over to the door that led to the hallway and slowly opened it with her foot. The halls were, fortunately, empty but she was still cautious.
"The main door might be too much of a risk," she mumbled to herself while walking through the hall. "Any window should do since I'm on the first floor," she concluded and looked around the hall. While searching for a window she heard yells and gunshots from outside which meant that the pirates and marines were currently fighting at the bay.
Her attention soon directed itself back to her current situation when she found an open window. The echo of gunshots and battle cries got louder when she got closer to the window. It was nighttime and when she looked up at the sky the only thing she could see was the shady outline of the moon that was covered by some clouds.
Without wasting anymore time she sat on the windowsill and turned around so she was facing outside and then jumped onto the ground. With a safe landing she began to run. She couldn't stay there any longer and going back to the village wasn't an option either. She would just end up getting caught again and taken to the marines if she stays on this island. With all these thoughts in her mind she came to a final decision, which made her smile as she kept running. Her final option was becoming a stowaway on a certain pirate ship.
Even though it's been five years she still remembered the layout of the island and the sound of the fight between the pirates and marines helped her out as well. She kept running towards the bay not taking any time to reminisce or see how things have changed. She didn't want to be seen in the village so she took the forest route, which was somewhat harder to maneuver in with all the bushes, branches, and tree roots but she was still easily able to run through it. Right when she saw the opening of the forest to the bay she stepped on something that sent a stinging pain into her bare foot.
"Fuck," she silently cursed. She felt a warm liquid flow from her foot indicating that she was bleeding. "Damn it," she mumbled and hopped to the side quickly to sit down and examine her foot. Her eyes were already adjusted to the darkness of the night so it was easy for her to see that she had stepped on a broken piece of glass and that the glass was still in her foot. "Stupid glass," she growled while getting up. She wasn't going to let a piece of glass ruin her chances of escape so she just sucked it up and began running with a limp.
When she finally came to the clearing of the woods she saw a glorious scene before her. The pirates that had arrived were kicking the marine's asses. Oh yes, she was very happy that the rookie marine left her door open on this particular night.
She looked in the water and was rather intrigued to see a submarine rather than an actual ship. It was the same Jolly Roger she saw earlier so she was sure that it was the right ship, or submarine in this case. The gangplank was out and on the docks so all she had to do now was sneak past the fighting and onto the sub, which isn't as easy as it sounds. A girl with a bag hanging around her neck wearing a straightjacket would really stick out in a battlefield between marines and a bunch of pirates that wore beige overalls. What was up with that uniform anyways? Swimming wasn't an option for her since her arms were useless at the moment.
Now all she could do was wait for some sort of open path. But she couldn't wait too long because more marines were piling in which meant that the pirates would most likely back down because of difference in numbers. Just at that thought she saw a path she could run through.
"I'm going to have to suck it up for now," she mumbled while looking down at her bloody foot. She took off toward the docks and was somehow able to manage not being spotted by anyone. Luckily it was darker at the docks than it was at the battlefield so she was able to stay hidden when she got on the dock. She took one last look behind her at the battlefield before running up the gangplank. Once again luck was on her side when she saw that none of the pirates were out on the deck and the door to the inside of the sub was open.
She slowly began to limp into the sub but what she wasn't very cautious about was the blood trail she made with her foot. She made her way through the halls of the sub, which seemed pretty empty. The pain in her foot was finally getting to her now that she had accomplished her goal. Now she could barely even step on it as she was walking. She was about to just rest out in the hallway but she heard voices coming from the front door of the sub.
"Damn it," she mumbled and then tried her best to open the closest door to her. She was able to open it with her foot and without taking a look to see what type of room it was she ran in and closed the door. It was really dark at first so she still could see the room clearly but her eyes soon adjusted to the darkness. It seemed to be some sort of storage room, which made her somewhat relieved to know that it wasn't someone's room or the captain's quarters.
"I have to sit down," she murmured to herself. She bent over and let her bag fall from around her neck before sitting down. "If only I didn't have this damn jacket on I could try to stop the bleeding," she grumbled while moving her arms around. "Whatever it's not like I'll die or something," she quickly concluded and then leaned her back against the wall. She closed her eyes and just thought about things and this pirate crew since she didn't want to fall asleep.
_^.^_
The two head mechanics of the heart pirates were currently walking to the engine room of the sub. They were just able to escape some marines at a bay of the island they had just arrived at. They were now submerged and still by the island looking for a place that they could safely dock at since it would take some time for the log pose to set.
"Don't you think it's strange?" one of the mechanics asked to the other. He had brown hair that reached his shoulders covered by a blue hat with a red brim and a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes. Like the rest of the heart crew he wore beige overalls and brown boots and he went by the name Shachi.
"What do you mean?" the other mechanic said with a questioned look on his face. Just like his friend he wore the beige overalls that had the Jolly Roger on it and a pair of brown boots. His hat was black with a yellow brim and a red pompom on the top of it and covered his hair. His hat also displayed his name on the front, which was Penguin.
"Well, right when we docked there were already more than a handful of marines there as if they knew we were coming. And the backup came pretty quickly as well," Shachi explained to his fellow mechanic. Penguin thought about it for a moment and then nodded.
"I think your right, it is pretty weird," Penguin agreed as they kept walking. When they turned the corner Penguin noticed red smudges on the floor of the sub. "What's this?" he questioned while bending down to take a better look at the mysterious red smudges.
"I think its blood," Shachi said after also bending down to examine the red smudges. "Was someone injured?" he said now worried that one of his nakama were hurt.
"I'm not sure, it's a trail of blood so let's see where it leads to," Penguin suggested and Shachi nodded in agreement as they stood up and began to follow the bloodstained floor.
"It stops at the storage room door? Why would anyone come here when they're injured?" Shachi questioned and looked at Penguin just to see him shrug. None of the two thought of the possibility that it could be a stowaway as Shachi began to open the door. The two stood in shock with slight blushes on their faces when they saw what was in the storage room, or more like whom.
It was a girl with long black hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore a white straightjacket and black shorts. Her feet were bare and her right foot was revealed to be what left all the bloodstains on the subs floor. She was sitting down leaning against the wall, it seemed like she was sleeping, which she was. Even though she didn't want to fall asleep at first she couldn't help but to drift off even with her foot in so much pain.
"Who is she?" Penguin questioned even though he knew that his companion wouldn't have a clue.
"I don't know but one of us has to tell the captain," Shachi said while looking down at her bleeding foot.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm just surprised that we didn't notice this until now. I mean, we've been submerged for about an hour now." The two were silent for a moment after Penguin said that.
"We are such failures," they said in unison while shaking their heads in disappointment.
After that the two agreed that Shachi stay with the girl while Penguin goes and gets their captain. Well, agreed isn't the best word. More like after a short game of rock, paper, scissors. Anyways, Penguin was rushing towards the control room where his captain was speaking with the navigator of the crew.
"Captain," Penguin said after practically slamming the door open. The captain of the sub turned his head towards his mechanic in slight annoyance as he was discussing some plans with his navigator. The captain of the heart pirates wore a yellow and black hoodie that had the Jolly Roger on it. His light blue jeans and white hat had a similar design of spots on them. He had tanned skin and his hair was black along with his goatee that was also black. He had pairs of small golden hoop earrings on each ear and on his fingers were tattooed death and the back of his hand had a cross. His name was Trafalgar Law.
"What is it? This better be important," the captain asked still slightly annoyed but it lessened when he saw his mechanic's face.
"Well, there seems to be a stowaway on board in one of the storage rooms. She's asleep right now and her foot is heavily bleeding," Penguin, answered quite nervous to see his captain's response. Upon hearing the news Law looked somewhat angry that someone had easily snuck onto the ship so he was glad hearing that she had a bloody foot.
"Take me to her," he ordered while standing up from his seat. Penguin immediately obeyed his captain's orders and began leading him towards the stowaway. When they arrived at the storage room Shachi was just silently watching her, he didn't wake her up because he wouldn't know what to do afterwards. Right when Law looked at her she shot her eyes open and sat up. She had yet another nightmare which caused her to wake up but when she did she realized that she was in a much worse situation.
"Shit," she mumbled while looking up at the man who was glaring at her.
A/N: Hello my fellow Law lovers! Okay so I really hope that everyone enjoyed the debut of my Law story!
Just a quick note though, I created these chapters before the whole punk hazard arc had ended and such in the manga. It is set before the New World though but I just wanted you all to know.
I hopefully plan on weekly updates with this story so let's all cross our fingers that it's true.
This is also a very slow progressing story so bear with me on this one.
I really hope you all enjoyed!
Till next time,
~Zella