Disclaimers : I do not own One Piece, although my life would have been complete if I do.

This happens before Sabaody arc, so I made Law's bounty lower :)

Chapter.1

Now, where was she again? In a crowded market in the middle of nowhere. Looking around trying to find something that might jog up her memories to remember how she got here, nothing. The girl let out a long sigh, it seems like she might need to find somewhere to stay the night if this goes on. She marked a red stall on her left and tried to keep it in her head as she took another step forward, still trying to find her way to the docks hoping there's still ships going somewhere.

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She brought the glass to her lips and drunk the rum in one big gulp then pushed her glass forward as a sign for the bartender to fill the glass again. The red haired girl sighed again as once again; her wonderful sense of distraction failed her. The sun has long set and she really should start looking for a decent hotel as it won't do any good for a girl to walk alone in this town this late at night. She'll think about what to do in the morning.

Chugging her last rum, she placed the money on the counter and made her way to the exit. Or tried to, because she was yanked backwards by her wrist before she can reach the door.

"Hey, where ya going, doll face? I was just about to buy you a drink and maybe, we could spend the night together." There was roaring laughter and cheering when the huge man in front of her said that.

"Well, too bad. Should've come sooner." She gritted her teeth in a forced polite smile and pulled her wrist back in no avail.

"Aw come on baby. It's never too late right? Besides I got you now." This man really wouldn't take no for an answer.

The man before her is at least twice her size, but she was very sure she can take him in a fight. Pleased by her lack of response, he pulled her closer to his sweaty smelly body. Oh, she might have to take that back. There is no way in hell she can last long enough to fight him before his suffocating breath kills her.

She was ready to rid him from his pathetic excuse of a head when another hand pulled her to crash on his much toned chest. What's up with everybody pulling her backwards these days? Is it a trend already?

"I believe the lady said no." The owner of the hand spoke. She couldn't really see his face since she's leaning on his chest now but she can practically feel his smirk.

"No lady has ever said no to me before and nor will this one!" The disgusting man bellowed half proud half pissed but one hundred percent shameless as his hand proceed to grab hers.

She removed her hand from his line of reach and growled. "You revolting being. Don't you low life scum dare to touch me unless you want that sad pitiful things hanging below your huge belly you dare to refer as balls removed." She spat out in a sneer.

She heard his chuckle and felt his chest rumble with bubbling laughter. Doesn't he think it's good enough time as any to remove his hand from hers?

"You bitch! I'll have to teach you some manners as I fucked you senseless, fucking whore!" exclaimed the man as he went to retrieve his machete. She might need to wash his dirty mouth with his own fresh blood.

"Go Camio!" His buddies cheered behind him. When the machete came down to her, she was ready to continue her intention to rip his head of his blobby neck but before that the machete was already blocked by a nodachi. It clanked as iron meets iron. If this is an anime, sparks would probably have flown when the two weapons meet.

"Don't you dare interfere, kiddo! Don't you know who I am? I am Camio the great! Many notorious pirates have bowed down before me, most have bled for this machete. My latest victim is Captain of the Heart Pirates, the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law from North Blue. Worthy of 100 million Beli!" He boasted.

If someone like him could take down a pirate captain of 100 million Beli then pirates sure are weaker than she had expected. One of his friends suddenly took out something similar to a poster and started trembling badly.

"C-Ca-Camio! It's him! Trafalgar Law!" His friend dropped the poster and pointed to the man behind her. This time she turned her head around to take a better look at the man. There, smirking maliciously, stood the man from the poster Trafalgar Law.

She didn't expect a pirate to look this good. In her mind, pirates look like a middle aged old man with scruffs and overgrown beard that has a patch on his eye and hasn't took a bath for days not tall, dark and handsome like this. And they smelled like shit, not a mixture of seawater and peppermint. This man could classify as lanky, but he surely has his few of work outs because he is toned, and tanned, and tattooed with grey eyes.

He wore a yellow hoodie with a picture that probably is his Jolly Roger and a brown spotted white fur hat. Before Camio could even get away, his nodachi swiped his head clean from his neck.

She didn't do anything, only blinked twice before stepping away to avoid being stained by the filthy sticky blood. Camio's friends screamed like banshee and rushed to the exit like the cowards they are. The man, Trafalgar Law sheathed his nodachi with a click but not before cleaning it with Camio's shirt, he also didn't want his precious weapon tainted.

"Thank you, kind sir. Although not needed, your help is still appreciated." She bowed lightly and seemed to think of her next words. "Until then, Mr. Trafalgar." She at last settled for that, she had wanted to say 'Farewell' but it seemed inappropriate because she had a feeling that they will meet again sometime soon, very soon.

With that she walked out of the bar after flashing a polite smile at the handsome stranger. A hotel is waiting to be found.