For Law it was love at first sight, though it would be several years before he would even somewhat admit it. When one visualizes love at first sight, they don't see a girl covered in her own blood, dieing in the middle of the street, a pool of her blood surrounding her body. When one thinks about the fleeting glances two might exchange, one doesn't typically think about a fierce glare that told anyone who looked down at her or slowed down to move on and go save some other unfortunate soul who hadn't accepted death. However, since Law isn't a man of ridiculous ideas such as love at first sight, he only saw that fierce look in her eyes as he stood over her.

He crouched down in front of the rapidly paling girl, his hands dangling between his knees. "Do you need some help Miss?" He asked her.

"Touch me and I'll scream rape." She half growled through clenched teeth. She didn't need his help. And half panted due to the strain talking had on her already slowing down body.

Law chuckled and said, "I do believe the word fire or pirates may catch peoples attention more then the word rape will." With the amount of blood around and on the pale girl, she wasn't going to last much longer. He had a feeling she was doing good to even manage to talk to him right now.

"I don't want your-" She began to talk to him in the same low growling voice but her eyes closed, her head lulled to the side and she didn't finish her sentence. So he decided to do it for her.

"Help, I know. Too bad you didn't get to scream like you planned to." He chuckled at the idea as he picked her up bridal style and began walking back to the sub. Kidnap might be another good word for her to scream to the cold uncaring people that walked the crowded streets.

"A bit messy don't 'cha captain?" Shachi asked as he walked past his mechanic. Law chose to ignore his subordinates comment as he entered the operation room. The girl he laid down on the table wasn't dead; she had an almost non-existent pulse- but a pulse all the same. And that was all the encouragement he needed.

After all what use did a completely girl have to him?

He removed the knife that had been lodged in her chest, dead center of her heart and lay the bloody almost murder weapon on the table near him, right next to the clean, disinfected surgical tools that were ready to aid him in sewing the girl back up. With the amount of blood loss, her chance of survival was low but not zero. And if she died now that would make everything up until this point a waste of time.

The first sound the girl heard was a slow lazy Beep. Beep. Beep. Peeling her eyes open, she tilted her head from side to side, examining what she could of the room she was currently in. She reached her hands up to her chest to feel a dull pain in the center of the chest, but more to the left. She frowned and didn't have to wait for whomever to walk into the room for her to know who it would be. She knew that the man with a sarcastic voice, dark hair, slightly tanned skin, cold curious grey eyes and the only harmless think about him a top his head, a fuzzy hat, was responsible for saving her. Whether he did it himself of he forced someone else to do it, she didn't care.

There was a painful struggle to sit up, a lot of hissing and grumbling at herself for making pathetic whimpers of pain. But eventually she made it to a sitting position, breathing heavily, but pleased with herself. After catching her breath she slid out of bed much easier and was half way out the door when she saw him come out of a room a few doors down the had been empty hallway. He had on an open white lab coat, was carrying a clipboard and was armed with a smirk that she had yet to see him without. Granted she had only seen him for less then ten-no five minutes. The only difference between before she 'died' and now was its size.

She was going to duck back into the room and hide, but it was far too late for that. He had already seen her. "You shouldn't be up and moving quite so soon Miss."

She narrowed her bright electric blue colored eyes at him and grumbled "Sir, I have a name, use it."

"Enlighten me. I'm terribly sorry I can't read minds." Not that he wanted to. Or needed to. Actions and facial expressions were often sufficient enough. However, her name wasn't stamped on her forehead, as helpful as that might be.

"What a shame sir. Apparently, your hearing isn't the only thing impaired. It also appears that your psychic abilities aren't up to par either."

"Do you know who I am?" Law inquired slowly but not threateningly. He wondered what her reaction would be. If she'd continue talking like this to him or if she'd suddenly clamp her mouth shut and refuse to say another word. Or if she couldn't care less. To be honest Law hoped it was the later of the two, after all what fun would the first be?

"No. Am I supposed to?" He opened his mouth to answer her question to his question, but she wasn't done yet and wasn't about to let him cut in. "But I suppose you're a pirate, judging by the smiley face thingy on your shirt. Is that thing a jolly roger wanna be? Or is it supposed to be a jolly roger?"

"It doesn't matter." Law paused which a quiet chuckle. Quite amusing this one was. "Back to more pressing matters. You were about to enlighten me and unveil your name Miss."

"Oh yes, how could I forget?" She snapped at him, crossing her arms and fixing a glare at him. "My name is Vivian. That's it, just Vivian, absolutely positively no nicknames."

"Nothing like Vivi-"

"No." She instantly snapped, interrupting him.

"Ann?"

"No. Now that I've so graciously given you my name, what is yours?"

"Trafalgar Law." He simply answered intently watching her facial expression. He didn't know what he expected, maybe for the girl with odd ears that stuck out of her head where her human ears were supposed to be to tremble in fear like any normal person would. Or maybe he expected her to freeze up and for even the white and black striped tail that was very much attached to stop flicking like an irritated cat. But whatever he might have been expecting wasn't the reaction he received. "Oh, you're that guy. The 'Surgeon of Death' right? Well now I have to check myself for any new abnormalities." She started muttering a checklist and saying check after each and every one of them, touching what she named as she went through the list.

She reached up with both hands and felt her furry ears- check.

Two eyes, a nose, her mouth and nothing extra- check.

Two arms, two legs, no extra limbs- check.

So far so good. But maybe he fed me some kind of chemicals that hadn't taken effect yet. She mused.

Nothing sprouting out of my back, no weird feelings and no odd urges- check check and check.

Maybe the Surgeon of Death not killing her was a good sign. Vivian thought about that for a few seconds. But then again maybe the Surgeon of Death not killing her wasn't a good thing at all!

Well I hope you've enjoyed chapter one and will choose to review it. There will be more soon.