NOTE:

This is the very first FanFic that I wrote. And of course, it's a LawLu one. But don't expect lemony stuff here, because as I have said, this is my first time. I'm still experimenting. Maybe on the next stories.

As much as possible, I research stuff first before I post here. But of course, mistakes are unavoidable (especially on medical concepts) so please bear with me. Comments are very welcome, though. :)

And oh, the disclaimer part. Of course I don't own One Piece. I'm not Oda-sensei. I just borrowed his characters to make this FanFic.

Thank you and enjoy the story.

The sweet breeze of ocean touched his pale skin. It was cold, but somehow, it gave him a sense of comfort. Not far away, he could hear the waves hitting the shore. Above him were the stars shining so bright, away from the lights of crowded cities. It was a perfect night to stroll, well almost , if only his mind was not occupied by disturbing thoughts.

Three months. Three fucking months.

Law drank the last drop of beer on his hand. He should have brought more, he realized. He needed to forget, as if forgetting will change everything.

But he didn't feel going back to the hotel. He decided to go to the shore.

As he reached the shore, he was surprised to see a pair of sandals and a worn straw hat on the sand. What were those doing there? Who in the world would swim in almost freezing water, in the middle of the night? As he inquired in his mind, he saw a figure on the sea, walking farther and farther away.

"Shit!"

Law suddenly realized what was happening. The person, whoever he was, was trying to drown himself to death.

Not having a second thought, he removed his jacket and plunged into the water, trying to get the person back to the shore.

"Hey! Stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Law screamed on the top of his lungs. This seemed to be effective though, as the man stopped from going farther away. Law struggled to reach him, despite the cold water piercing his frail skin.

"What the hell-" He shouted to the man in impulse as he reached him, but was suddenly stopped when the man shouted.

"Who the fuck are you?!" There was a mix of anger and sorrow on the man's croaked voice. "Leave me alone and mind your own business!"

"I don't know what kind of problem you have, but ending your life isn't the best solution. And I am not leaving you, not until you get out of the water." As Law said this, he grabbed the man's arm as he tried to pull him back to the shore.

"And what do you know, huh?! What the fuck do you know?!" The man moved his arm away from Law's grip. "Fuck off!"

The man started moving away, but Law didn't give up. He grabbed the man's waist, using his remaining energy to stop him. The man struggled, but gave up eventually. He faced Law and started crying, this time with more grief.

"I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die!" Law can't help but feel really sad for this man. This man was so determined to end his life, and this made Law wonder what kind of problem this man was facing. He hugged him as that was the only thing he could do to comfort him. He did not release a word; he let his touch speak to the man. This might help, he hoped. He let the man cry and cry until he calmed down.

Realizing that they were still on the sea, Law released the man from his arms. "Everything is gonna be all right, okay? We should go now."

Good thing the man came back to his senses. They both went back to the shore, bearing the water that was freezing their bones. As they reached the shore, they stumbled on the sand. Law felt very tired, but at least they're safe now.

At least the man didn't end up killing himself, he thought.

Next morning, the man woke up, feeling a little dizzy. He scanned the room; same curtain, same wallpaper, but definitely not his room. Where is he? Di he enter the wrong room? As he touched his chest he realized that he was naked... well, his lower half isn't. Good. On a desk at the side of the bed, he saw his clothes neatly folded, with his beloved straw hat on top of it.

His straw hat.

He remembered what happened last night.

Suddenly he felt his stomach growling. That's it. He missed dinner and midnight snack; he needed to eat. A lot. He was in an unknown room, probably the room of the fucker who pulled him out of the water, and his body ached to the bones, but more importantly, he was very, very, hungry.

"So you're-"

"Fooooood!" The man screamed, and this startled Law as he entered the room.

"Oh, hi! Do you have food?" The man stared at Law for a few seconds, and then asked again for food. "I'm reaaaaally, reaaaaaaaaaaally huuuuuungry!"

Law can't fucking believe this. Last night, he was dealing with a suicidal man who seemed to lose everything. But now, the same man was acting like a child, seemingly oblivious about what happened last night. Did he even remember what happened?

"Well?"

"Here. I prepared a vegetable soup to warm you up. Hope it tastes good, though."

The man ate the whole bowl of soup in one gulp.

"Meaaaaat! I want meaaaaat! Man, I'm really hungry!"

"Well, there's still some soup-"

"But I want meat... not just vegetables." The man pouted.

What the hell? This man was probably the most bipolar person he has met in his entire life. And he certainly acts like a child, though he really looks like one. Or a teenager, perhaps. This man has round eyes, wild raven hair, a face that looks so young and vibrant if not only for the cries he witnessed yesterday, and an old scar below his left eye. And oh, there's also this huge scar on his chest; a wound that seemed to had healed only recently.

His thoughts were disturbed by the whining of the man.

"Okay fine, I'll buy pizza as lunch, so shut up, will ya?"

"Really?! Great! Oh, I'm Luffy by the way. And you?"

"Law. Trafalgar Law."

"Hi Traffy! Shishishi, nice to meet you!"

Traffy? What a ridiculous nickname, Law thought. But something got his attention more. Yes, the man, Luffy, was now smiling to him from ear to ear like a sunshine in the morning. But there was something out of place.

His eyes.

No matter what Luffy did, he couldn't hide the sorrow visible on those two brown eyes.

He wondered what happened to make this innocent-looking boy decide to end up his life.