[Let's Play Doctor]

Summary: LAW X OC. Yumei, a dancer running from the men that her boss sold her to, hides on the first ship she sees—too bad it's the Pirate ship of Trafalgar Law, the notorious "Surgeon of Death." What will she do when she realizes that he is a doctor, something she fears the most?

Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, only my OCs

CHAPTER 1

For Yumei, it was going to be just another boring day—get up, go to work, and then go home. Not that she minded boring, she actually liked it that way, but her existence was a lonely one. She didn't have anyone close to her because she was terrified to think of what the consequences would be if someone were to ever find out her secret.

Yumei currently resided and worked on a quaint little island located somewhere in the North Blue. The young woman strolled into the exotic restaurant where she worked in the mid-afternoon with a smile on her face. She loved going to work, although it never felt like work to her. She got to do what she loved most—dancing and that was really all she thought she needed. Dancing made all of the hurt and betrayal she felt slip away, if only for a short time.

Every few weeks the theme of the restaurant would change on the whim of the owner. The restaurant always had a plethora of customers because of the constant curiosity on what tribe or culture the owner would next decide to feature. Noticing that the restaurant was already beginning to fill up with the people eager to find out what the new theme was, Yumei waved to the owner as she strode to the dressing room to change.

Quickly, she changed into her dancing outfit that consisted of a black bra top adorned with bronzed colored coins and a few red jewels that lined the edges. Her burgundy colored satin harem pants were complimented by a bronze adorned waist belt that was fringed with a few short strings of thin red beads and bronze coins. After checking the side bun that she had half of her long, light brown hair pinned up in, Yumei slipped on numerous bronze bangles on one wrist, a thick bronze wrist cuff on her other. A bronze coil fringe necklace and a thin cuff around each bicep followed. Checking her appearance one last time, she slipped on her matching half-length sleeveless burgundy vest that covered the nasty scar on her upper back and smoothed her bangs before putting on some large hoop earrings. Taking a deep breath, the young woman grabbed her fans and padded barefoot to wait behind the curtain on the small, slightly upraised stage for the music to start.

Trafalgar Law sauntered into the restaurant where his crew was waiting for him with his nodachi in tow. He made his way to the table where Penguin and Shachi bickered over something trivial while Bepo quietly observed. "Captain!" Shachi exclaimed, "You're just in time! The dancing is about to start!" Law gave him a droll stare as he sat down.

The room quieted as an upbeat exotic tune began to play while the black curtains on the small stage on the far side of the room parted to reveal a busty young woman with long brown hair dressed in tribal belly dancing garb. Penguin and Shachi stared in awe when the young woman began her routine. "She is so…" Penguin began.

"Sexy," Shachi finished. Even Law had to admit that she was rather attractive.

"Do they have any female dancing bears?" Bepo suddenly asked.

"Yeah right!" Shachi and Penguin simultaneously yelled at him.

"I'm sorry." Bepo dropped his head and sullenly replied. The two sweat-dropped at the bear's typical response.

Fluidly dancing off of the stage and into the audience, she undulated past him with a seductive smile on her face. With every shiver, shimmy, and hip hit she did to the music, he became more entranced by the voluptuous dancer. He could just imagine her doing that under him as he sated the both of them.

As the music ended, the dancer danced back to the stage before disappearing behind a curtain. It was then, after his trance was broken, that Law noticed the suspicious looking men making their way over to the curtains where the dancer had just been. Shrugging it off, he turned to the food and ale that had just been delivered to the table. "This is good stuff," said Shachi as he shoveled food into his mouth.

A loud male shriek could be heard throughout the restaurant originating from the vicinity of the stage. Everyone in the room turned to see what the commotion was. The dancer was roughly steered from behind the curtain by a large man who was followed by a perturbed man holding his bleeding nose. "Let me go!" The dancer yelled as she tried to jerk her arm from the man detaining her. "That's not gonna happen, miss. Why don't you make it easier for the both of us and stop struggling."

"Just knock the bitch out," his counterpart bit out.

"We can't be damaging the boss' property," The larger man replied. Before the other man could retort, the young woman kneed her captor in a most sensitive area and made a run for it. Before she could get far, a third man stopped her. "We can't be lettin' ya get away now, missy."

"What's the meaning of this?" She asked while backing away.

"Well, now why don't you ask your boss?"

She glanced towards the owner, who refused to look at her.

"I had to, they said that they would kill me if I didn't sell you to them," he looked at her. The man didn't look particularly guilty.

"You sold me." Yumei said in a deadly calm voice. She wasn't going to grace her now former boss with an emotional reaction after learning of his betrayal. A betrayal she couldn't really bring herself to feel surprised of; she half expected it. Something like this always happened—it was part of the reason that she had to move so often and why she never let herself have any close relationships. "I am not some object that you can just whore out," she whispered as she narrowly dodged one of her pursuers. Several others came at her, but she lithely danced around them. Yumei evaded yet another man by jumping up onto the table of a patron who appeared to be a polar bear in an orange jumpsuit. Not bothering to think further on the fact that a polar bear was wearing an orange jumpsuit or to notice the other others at the table, she leaped from the table kicking one of her chasers in the face as she did. She didn't look back as she ran from her former workplace.

Yumei suppressed her panic; she should have known that this would happen. The owner was known for his gambling problem and the debts that he acquired from that vice. She sighed and kept running. Something bad always happened when she finally thought that things were going okay. It was times like these that she regretted escaping from the Marines; she was beginning to think that maybe it might have been better if she had just let them execute her, but she hadn't done anything wrong—she had done a public service. She had told the Marines right where to find that wretched man,right where to capture one of the most wanted criminals—that so called "doctor," the serial killer Jadon Cyprian. And what had they done? They had locked her up too, to be taken to headquarters and executed. All because a stupid townsperson had told them just who she was. Oh, but she had escaped because she had wanted to live. To live… she was alive, sure, and breathing, yes, but was she really living? The only time that she ever really felt alive was when she was dancing, but most of the time she felt so… So empty. She didn't really have anywhere she belonged. She didn't have a home because she always had to move because of situations like this. Was she being punished? Wait, of course she was, because after all, he had told her how worthless and revolting she was every chance he could.

She hadn't done anything wrong, well that's not exactly true. She had been born, but it wasn't like that was her fault. She couldn't help that she was the child of that horrific man—that man who could no longer be considered human, not after what he had done. Just recalling her dismal life before she turned him in, made her stomach clench, threatening to spill what little contents it held from lunch. She had to stop thinking about him, about her past. She needed to concentrate on escaping. She needed to stay calm.

Yumei wished she could go back to her apartment, but it wasn't safe and she didn't have time. She needed to leave this island before something worse happened. Just as she ducked into an alley to use as a shortcut to the harbor, she was ambushed and thrown harshly against the building. Her teeth rattled as she took in her situation. Four men stood before her with lust in their eyes. "What the boss doesn't know won't hurt him," the man whose nose she had broken earlier breathed.

"But…" One of the other men started.

"No 'buts.' This little bitch needs a lesson in respect. She broke my God damn nose. We don't want her acting like this in front of the boss now, do we?"

"Well no…" He still seemed unsure.

"Good, you understand. Now two of you grab her arms and hold her still." Yumei tried to fight the men, but she was no match against two predators who were much bigger than her.

The thug with the broken nose drew closer to the struggling dancer. "Now, now, don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll be real gentle," the injured man darkly chuckled as he stroked her cheek. Yumei forced herself to calm down. She wouldn't have any hope of escaping if she didn't calm herself. She could do this, she had done it before. Her assaulter felt the tenseness drain from her muscles. "What? You want to play nice now?" She nodded. He smiled and trailed his hand to her neck down to her breast and then to her waist.

Yumei controlled her gag reflex as he roughly smashed his lips against hers. She didn't let herself bite the tongue that invaded her mouth. He cupped her bottom and grinded his erection against her hips and moaned loudly as he thrust against her. Yumei was utterly disgusted, but she did nothing as she waited for her chance to escape. His hands roughly pushed her bra top out of the way before he grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed. Hard. She didn't cry out—it wasn't like anyone would help her anyway. There were no tears—those had dried up long ago.

Yumei waited for the men holding her arms to become vulnerable. She needed them to loosen their grip even if it was just a little or she wouldn't get far. The breaths of the other men quickened with arousal as they watched their grunting associate violate her. What was this, an orgy? Yumei inwardly cringed, men were such pigs. How was overpowering a woman arousing? It sickened her, but the grips of the two men holding her arms slackened and that signaled for her chance. She took it.

Bringing her knee up to the groin of the man dry humping her, he yelped in agony and crumpled to the ground as she twisted herself from the grips of the other men and ran. The young dancer didn't get far, however—she was roughly grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. Yumei tried to get up, but the man viciously delivered several swift kicks to her ribs. A muffled crack could be heard. She exhaled sharply as the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to his eye level, sufficiently lifting her so that her feet no longer touched the ground. This is when she noticed the knife he held in his hand.

"Look here, you worthless whore," he pointedly showed her the knife. The exotic dancer tried to free herself from his firm grip on her hair. "You're coming with us whether you like it or not. I don't want to hurt you, but," he lightly placed the sharp blade against her cheek, drawing blood, "if you insist on being a bad girl I'll have to make you scream." This barely left his lips before she punched him in the throat and ran from the alley. Cocky bastard, like he could make her scream; she'd had things done to her that would make this amateur scared to sleep at night—she knew she still was.

Adjusting her top, Yumei ran through the streets taking as many shortcuts to the harbor as possible while avoiding most of the men trying to catch her. Emerging from yet another alleyway, she was surprised to see that the eastern harbor didn't have as many ships docked there as it usually did. Just her luck. The few ships that were on the harbor were docked on the opposite end. Yumei didn't have the time to run that far, for her pursuers were close on her heels.

Noticing that there was a submarine docked not 100 feet away, she ran for the sub, not having time to be picky about the choice. Quickly, she shut herself inside of it, not bothering to notice the Jolly Roger displayed on the side. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps from within the sub and knowing that the coast wasn't yet clear outside, Yumei ventured deeper into the machine. The young woman hadn't planned on stowing away on the submarine because, frankly, it wasn't the best thing for her to stow away on. Where would she go if she got caught? Nowhere. On a ship she could just jump overboard, but with a sub, well, her choices were very limited. Good thing she excelled at hiding.

Seeing a door a just down the hallway, Yumei stealthily checked the room for any signs of life before stealing away through the door. After entering the small room, she noticed several barrels set against the wall. Quickly checking the contents of the barrels, Yumei found an empty one and folded herself inside even though her sides ached. Prodding her sides cautiously, she felt at least three fractured ribs. She sighed, why did she want to live again? Oh right, she secretly hoped that there was a better life for her, one where she didn't have to run from prejudice eyes and rapists. Wiping the blood from her cheek, the jaded dancer rested her head on her knees and began to drift off. She knew it wasn't a good idea because she probably had a concussion from being thrown around and there was a chance she could be caught if she wasn't paying attention, but she was just so sleepy.