Done by request via a poll. Enjoy. The supernovas need more love!

I do not own One Piece.

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It was really too early in the morning to be up, thought a slender woman with bright pink hair, looking a red numbers spelling out 5:00 a.m. But she had work to do. Her family owned a pizzeria, well by day anyway. At night, it served a seedier motive...

Getting dressed, she hopped downstairs to begin working, a single gluttonous thought keeping her happy. Well at least it's all the pizza I can eat and who doesn't love pizza?

A slender man began getting ready for the day at the same time, already being awake for hours. Insomnia was a bitch, as was med school. He was a third year medical student, who was often kept busy by his mentor, Dr. Kurhea.

That hag wants me there so early. I bet that annoying Chopper is already there. Well at least I have Penguin and Casquette to cover for me.

Grabbing his book bag, he left his dark room, a white lab coat swishing behind him.

Morning rounds went by swimmingly, if you can count one code blue, three angry patients, two slaps from the hag, and one death as swimmingly.

A old woman in a very tight top, skinny jeans and a pair of shiny polished boots stopped in here tracks. "Cover those damn tattoos, you hooligan! You can't be a surgeon with the word death on your knuckles!" Kurhea shouted at her intern.

"I usually wear gloves so what's the big deal?" he lazily answered, not even looking up from his patient chart.

The woman's face twitched in agitation. "And when you first meet the patient and you're not wearing gloves, what kind of a message do you think it sends, you idiot?" she hissed.

"That death is a possible outcome in surgery."

And there was slap number three…

He moodily followed Penguin and Casquette to lunch. Penguin had been raving about this pizzeria he found the other day. It was a ways away, but Penguin swore it was worth it.

"And there's this hot girl who brings out the pizza. She wears these little striped shorts held up by suspenders," Penguin giggled, describing said woman to his buddies.

The two soon became engrossed with making up stories of what they want to do with her. Law ignored their fantasying and hoped the food was good. He was hungry and tired, and if he expected to make it though the day, he needed his energy.

They entered a large pizzeria, called Slice of Sin. They sat down in corner booth and ordered one small chicken and spinach pizza, one large pepperoni lovers, and three cokes. Sitting in a booth, the interns discussed problem patients (under pseudo names of course) and their mentor, Dr. Kurhea. The three of them plus a mousy, nerdy runt named Chopper all worked under the old biddy.

Penguin pouted. "She's such a slave driver."

"And what's with her getting onto you for the tats? It's not a big deal nowadays; we don't live in the Stone Age," said Casquette, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah but that's where she's from," Law smugly answered.

"Souless bitch," griped Casquett.

"She lived so long she probably has no soul. It's already died," Penguin replied.

Laughing to themselves, they didn't notice a pink haired woman making her way over to them. She had three pizzas with her. The two they ordered and a meat lover's supreme.

"Well here's your food. Anything else?" she barked out, setting down the pizzas.

With hearts clouding their eyes, the two lesser men began showering her with compliments. "Only that such a lovely visage of beauty stay here and eat with us," Casquette cooed, his friend nodding.

Law took note of the extra pizza, the one she hadn't set down yet. "We only ordered two pizzas."

The girl practically beamed. "Oh well look at that, I guess I'll just take it back," she smiled deviously, turning around so that they didn't see. Perfect. Works every time. Just add one pizza to the end of order before I give it to the cook and then take it back when the customer says they didn't order it. Then I can eat! I'm starved and that damn cook won't give me any food until break time. I can't wait that long!

Law also noticed the hungry look in the woman's eye. Putting two and two together, he smirked, never being one to pass up an opportunity to mess with someone. "No, it looks good, leave it."

Bonney pursed her lips. "But you didn't order it." Damn-it! I've had a long day with crying children, annoying customers, and there hasn't been one send back by some snob! I'm hungry damnit!

"But now I want it," he shot back, smiling.

Putting her hands on her hips, she hissed, "Look buddy that damn chef won't feed me until me break. I need food now! So just give me the damn pizza, you jerk!"

His companions looked on at the girl sadly. Sometimes their friend couldn't help himself..."Law we can't eat another one. Just let her have it," the orange haired man pleaded.

A devious idea formed in his mind. "You have such a nice body," he skimmed her name tag. "Bonney." Watching her twitch in agitation, he continued, "You Wouldn't want to ruin it with such a fattening food now would you?" He smirked.

Bonney balled her fists, prepared to give this skinny bastard a piece of her mind. "Listen, bub,-"

Penguin and Casquette exchanged looks of horror. Their pretty pink goddess getting fat! Never!

So they quickly snatched the pizza out of her hands and began shoveling it down their throats.

"Oh it's so good, Thank-you Bonney-chan!" they sputtered though mouthfuls of pizza.

Bonney could only look on in horror. MY LUNCH!

Satisfaction drowned the young surgeon's face. "Please add that pizza to our check, Bonney-ya."

Resisting the urge to yell or slap the dumb bastard, the woman gritted out, "F. I. N. E. Thank-you for your patronage," she forced a shaky smile. I will gut you!

Law smiled and took a bite of his chicken and spinach pizza. It was very good. Perhaps he'd be coming back…

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