Hello there. Hope you have fun reading these One Shots. Originally they all were written for the askblog "askkidandzoro", which I run together with my sister on tumblr.

This first one is about Law's fondness of silence, Zoro's unsurpassed determination and approx. 120 bread rolls. xD

Calm autumn evenings had always been Law's favourite. Summer's blazing heat and the ever so distracting daylight finally were gone, having been replaced by darkness peeking through window panes and peaceful silence. He valued silence. Sometimes he needed it just as fish needed the water.

Then again - what could be even better than silence?

Exactly. Silence, a cup of coffee and a good read. In Law's case the latter one being several books about the human nervous system. Unlike many he actually loved to study and - as long as it was an interesting topic - he would spend hours and hours on it without even noticing how time flew by.

In fact he had become completely absorbed by taking notes. Everything seemed so important: Illustrations of neurons, synapses' way of functioning, the locations of Nervus femoralis, Nervus saphenus, Nervus suralis….

"Turning it up like you always do! Head to toe covered in tattoos!"

"Jeez…", Law sighed, somewhat startled by Sonic Syndicate quite literally unnerving him. He hated answering phone calls. So, after a long discussion, his bullhead of a boyfriend finally had agreed to only text him. As a compromise Law had let him choose whatever sound would be playing when Kid wrote him a message. That is how he ended up with this song now, which never failed to make him wince in shock.

He took his phone from the desk and looked at its display.

Drowning in rolls.
P.S: Bring huge paper bags.

It certainly was not what he had expected. Especially that late in the evening. On the other hand though he felt as if he should have known it. Kid was all about things one would not expect. It really should not be that much of a surprise to him anymore.

"Well, then let's go and see what those two are up to this time", he mumbled to himself with another sigh. Studying was all well and good, but according to many genius heads breaks were just as important. So Law got up, drank the last sip of coffee and then left his room.

Downstairs a quick look into the living room revealed that it was occupied by his sister Lamy only.

"I'm over at Kid and Zoro's", he informed her while putting on some shoes, "Just tell grandma I might be not coming home 'til tomorrow."

That said he took his keys and left the house.

It was just a short walk across the street and through autumn's windy cold, finally he reached the shared home of his two band colleagues. A small bungalow which actually was an eyesore due to flaking grey paint and a moss-covered roof. Additionally the narrow strip of lawn in front of it was a mess as always. Neither one of them seemed to be much into gardening.

Luckily Law did not care about the shabby outer appearance anyway. To speak the truth he rarely cared about things he was not directly involved with. He just rung the doorbell and waited.

Although there was no waiting.

The same moment he withdrew his hand the door was violently torn open and Kid's amber eyes glared at him.

"And where are the paper bags?", he complained.

"You've been seri…?"

"Fuckin' serious! Or did you see any smileys in that message?"

Law frowned, but decided to come in despite Kid behaving like a jerk. After all he needed to satisfy his growing nosiness and Kid… well… he was just Kid. Behaving like a jerk came to him naturally.

"Fuckin' serious. I see", with a calm voice Law closed the door behind himself, "Shouldn't you be drowned dead by now, then?"

He pulled Kid close for a rough peck on his lips, then with a tiny smile he added: "You seem rather alive to me."

Immediately Kid started to grin.

"Barely", he laughed, "Come on. I show you what I meant. That mouldy idiot really has it overdone this time."

He dragged Law along into the kitchen, where they both stopped at the entrance; Kid with crossed arms and Law rendered speechless.

Usually Zoro could be found either sleeping or lifting weights. Sometimes he plainly sat in front of the TV while drinking beer. But standing in the kitchen dressed in an apron and diligently kneading dough had never been part of his normal behaviour. That is… until now.

To top things off, everything - from the table to the fruit bowl (which was overly happy to contain something else than dust for a change) - was covered in bread rolls. They were flooding the sink, occupying a whole army of bowls and pots and even the fridge was like screaming "don't open me unless you want an unpleasant funeral." Meanwhile the oven did its best to increase the mass of freshly baked pastry even further.

Eventually Law regained his voice.

"What exactly are you two morons doing here?"

"We?", Kid snarled, "We don't do a fuckin' thing. This is all Zoro's mess alone."

"But why?"

"Practicing", Zoro huffed as he was keeping focus on his work, "The cook said I can't keep my job if I'm not even able to get the shape of bread rolls right."

"Obviously Sanji wasn't too happy with his dimwitted apprentice and this shit is what I came home to."

Kid made an expansive gesture with one of his arms.

"Those rolls look right enough to me", Law eyed them cautiously, "Don't you think you're taking this too far, Zoro?"

"See? That's exactly what I was talking about in my message! We're drowning in rolls!"

Making a theatrical face Kid picked up one of the rolls, holding it away from himself as if it was about to come alive and devour the whole city every moment.

"Drooowning!"

The next second he handed it to Law.

"Want a bite?"

"Nah. You know I hate stuff like that."

"Now, would you two just shut up already!", seriously angered Zoro had spun around and now glared at them with indignant eyes, "I need to concentrate! No smartass comments! No fooling around! No sneaking through the kitchen! And last but not least - Kid - no singing!"

He turned back to his dough, grumbling things to himself like "still not good enough", "need more flour" and "goin' to show that stupid cook."

Law and Kid exchanged meaningful looks, shrugged and finally went over to the living room. Watching Zoro bustling about in the kitchen was not all that interesting anyway.

"Singing?", the suspicion in Law's voice was speaking for itself as he sat down on the armchair, "Don't tell me…."

For one moment Kid stared blankly at him. In his mouth half of the aforementioned bread roll and his brain hardworking. Then suddenly his face lit up and he quickly gulped down the dry pastry preventing him from speaking. He threw the leftovers onto the coffee table wildly gesturing.

"Oh! Yes, I did that! Zoro was so pissed off! Hehe, but the whole situation just begged for musical backdrop! Refrain's already finished!"

"Refrain is… what? Please, no…."

Law sighed deeply as Kid disappeared full of enthusiasm in order to fetch his bass guitar. There never came any good from Kid writing songs. In the best case they consisted of grammatically incorrect, arhythmic sentences forged at the brink of an all too absent-minded moment and dull, simple bass lines. In the worst case they reached a whole new level of annoying catchiness.

By no means prepared for what was about to come Law watched in fear how Kid returned and took a seat on the couch. Widely grinning the redhead fiddled around with the tuning pegs, finally he said: "You need to listen to this! I insist! It's the best goddamn refrain I ever wrote!"

He strummed a few single notes.

"I'll call this: 120 Rockin' Rolls!"

And then he started to sing. Or at least something like that.

Law had never understood why someone with an actually decent voice would ruin the very same by simply not even trying to sound decent. He knew that Kid could sing. A bit nasal and hoarse sounding maybe, but top-notch at screaming or growling. What he was presenting right at the moment however was yelling at best. Somehow it reminded of little children fighting over whose voice was the loudest.

"120 rockin' rolls!
What to do with them?
120 rockin' rolls!
Eat them and explode!
120 rockin' rolls!
We can only drown!
Drown!
Drown!
In them!"

The bass guitar fell silent with a last twanging sound, after that Kid looked up at Law in joyful anticipation.

There was no word spoken. For three agonizing seconds.

"That…", Law said bluntly as always, "…was horrible."

"You.. what?"

"Awful."

"Come on!"

"Sickening."

"You are sickening!"

"What else did you expect from me? It's a song about bread rolls."

"You! I'm going to-!"

"SHUT UP!"

The last one had been Zoro yelling at them from over at the kitchen door.

"I said 'no singing' loud and clearly!"

A lonely bread roll flew across the room, hit Kid's spiky head and finally landed on the floor with a soft thud. At least now they knew what to do with them. Although some people might say that there are better missiles than bread rolls.

...

It was late at night and the autumn winds were howling outside the house, rustling through branches and leaves. While the cold crept along the dusty carpet and up to the bed, it never reached Law. One simply could not be cold, lying close to a beefy idiot boyfriend. Sure, they only had one single blanket to share, but Law did not mind and neither did Kid. As the latter was fast asleep already.

One arm wrapped around Kid's waist Law had chosen to stay awake a little while longer, listening to the ambient noises slowly fading away. Until there was nothing left than his highly valued silence.

Yes, he loved silence. He needed it as fish needed the water. But this time - something was awfully off.

"Fuck it, Kid", he punched the broad chest next to him, "That song is a goddamn earworm."

That said he rolled over, taking every inch of the blanket with him.