Synopsis: Venture with Trafalgar Law as he stumbled upon the real world alone, where One Piece is just an Anime/Manga Series and the dream of pirates and treasures are all wild imaginations of one great author! What's more? He materialized at a super One Piece Fan's house from a newly bought PVC figure. Read along as to how will the Surgeon of Death find his way back to his own world.
Warning: Trafalgar Law may exhibit OOC-ness due to circumstances. Also, the story will focus mostly on Law's perspective. Occasionally, it will mention the OC's perspective. Expect relationship development between Law and OC. Be warned, please proceed with caution and be guided accordingly.
Omen
First Sign
Trafalgar Law woke up to the strain that radiated from his back up to his neck. It was cramped, the cold stone pressed against his back. He even bumped his head when he shifted his position. There was nothing beneath his feet so he then extended his arms hitting foreign objects which slid off one by one producing crashing noises that sounded like plastics and boxes of some sort, confirming the existence of solid ground below him.
It was too dark. He blinked once, then twice; his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He took in his surroundings and figured it was definitely a different room. He looked down, initially to assess his position but impetuously hopped off regardless. Surprised to have landed sooner, he almost lost his balance.
Just almost.
He stood for a while scanning the place. He glanced back over his shoulder and found some sort of bookshelf. There were several reading materials enclosed inside it together with some human-looking statues mixed within them; there were boxes of different sizes too. He then shifted his eyes underneath him; boxes of various sizes together with his Kikoku were lying by his feet.
Wait, the Kikoku?
As he picked up his sword, he wondered how it got there, or rather, did he have it earlier and dropped it?
The room was spacious enough. A wide window was placed just beside the door and also above it was an air-conditioner, which was foreign to the doctor. Curious, he inspected it by placing a hand over it. As a strong cold breeze made contact with his skin, it piqued his interest. He didn't dwell on it since he had more important matters to deal with. He turned around and examined the wholeness of the room. From afar, he could see a dresser, a two-door closet, another shelf besides the bookshelf adjacent to him. He could tell there was another door that led to another room behind that dresser but he disregarded it. A printer and a computer and a large bed was the nearest to him, not counting the bookshelf he came down from. Although the bed was large enough to accommodate at least two people, there was only one person sleeping on it. Said person was covered in a blanket and was sandwiched between two tall pillows.
Trafalgar Law didn't know where he was, what happened and how in hell he got there. He couldn't think of anything else besides taking a nap in his own room before he woke up in the place he's currently in. After his short recollection, he slipped his hand inside his coat as he looked for his snail transponder.
He froze.
The exact spot where he always kept his snail transponder was empty. Nonetheless, he kept looking, going to such lengths of inspecting his pants down to his shoes only to realize it's gone.
Impossible! I always, always carry one with me.
He grew nervous. He knew he could never forget that one important thing.
Him, of all people.
Still, he managed to compose himself. It was no time to get worked up with a simple misplacement. Needless to say, he wouldn't be able to contact his crew so he decided he might as well figure out his exact location.
He turned around, opened the door and stepped out of the room and found himself standing in a porch. Before him was an empty road, houses of different shapes and sizes lined up in one side and the other, tall street lamps illuminated the gloomy area, few trees and plants stood by the edge of the roads and by the corners of some houses; it was a long stretch of nothing but land.
The sea was nowhere to be found.
This realization baffled Law even more. He could never comprehend how he got there of all places. He could never be somewhere too far from the sea especially without his crew's knowledge.
He went back to the room and closed the door behind him. The sun was almost rising but it didn't matter to him as various thoughts ran through his mind. He fought to regain his composure, trying so hard to recall what his memory dictated. He thought it must be some kind of phenomenon the New World holds. Looking back, it must have happened somewhere or something along the way to Punk Hazard, or maybe, Caesar was playing games with him.
But the Warlord indeed knew Caesar. He wasn't the genius Vegapunk was nor was he even capable of making such episode. Actually, he even doubted whether Vegapunk himself could ever do it. Seeing the unfamiliar machines inside that room, he assumed he could be in a distant future dimension of sorts. It might be some fucked up parallel world, other-worldly dimension or some shitty space travel of the sort that the New World offered.
"Room."
Law was a cautious, and also a brutal man. Seeing as there was only one person besides him inside the room, he figured the said person might hold some clues to whatever he was experiencing.
Scratch that, he might even be the brains to this shitty prank and was the answer to his questions.
Satisfied with the diameter of his spatial territory, the Warlord unsheathed his sword and imbued it with haki. Swinging into thin air, the blanket, pillows and the bed itself was cut in a transverse half; there was even a horizontal fissure left on the solid floor. He kicked the boxes beneath him as he approached his victim only to find out that the sleeping person was unharmed. His body was intact, rather, her body was intact.
It was a woman and she was in a dress.
This alarmed Law. His sword was imbued with armament haki, and he was certain he had grown stronger those past two years but a mere sleeping, defenseless woman rendered his devil fruit ability and haki useless.
He sheathed his sword and placed it down on the bed. He grabbed her by the wrists and gripped them hard enough to leave a mark.
"AH!"
The person screamed in response, eyes fluttered open and immediately she resisted with all her might.
Law dragged both her wrists above her head and held them with one hand. Swiftly, he covered her mouth with his other hand.
"Be quiet." he muttered in a low tone as he closed the gap between their faces.
The woman was obviously in shock. Her struggle quickly subsided until her offender felt no resistance. Her breathing was labored, eyes dilated and her heartbeat was erratic which could not conceal her fear.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I would like you to answer calmly and honestly. Otherwise, this could get ugly." the doctor began. He made it a point to speak as soft as possible but he could not conceal the firmness of his tone.
She did not respond.
"Do you understand me? I won't hurt you as long as you cooperate." Law added. He held her gaze, letting his words linger for a moment longer before continuing. "Blink once for no, twice for yes."
She blinked once, and slowly blinked again. Her hesitation was eminent.
"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. Once I do, I expect you to keep your mouth shut."
She blinked twice, but the second blink was much later than earlier. This irked Law. He gripped her wrists even harder, eliciting a muffled cry from his victim and forcing her eyes to close for a few seconds as she endured the pain.
"Can I trust you to keep quiet?"
She blinked twice, a lot faster this time.
"Just a warning. I could cut off your neck if you try anything funny." his voice deadly quiet.
She did not respond or rather, she kept her eyes closed petrified by either the terror from his words or by the oppressive aura he exuded.
Law could sense her strong fear which he knew too well that he felt the need to keep his hand over her mouth. It was faint but he sensed her screaming internally, and she may just do it instinctively.
Shortly, a solitary tear trickled down her cheek and he felt the cold liquid rest on his skin. This made him chuckle darkly.
"So, can I trust you to behave and cooperate?"
She quickly blinked twice, shutting her eyes right after the second blink flushing away the tears that welled up over her eyelids. Her body shook both from the cold and terror.
Law let his hand remain over her mouth for a few more seconds before he finally removed it. As he did, he noticed her lips pursed tightly.
"Where is this place?"
She flinched. Her pursed lips did not seem willing to open anytime soon.
Law took his free hand and pulled on her left hand's little finger, strongly hinting his impatience. "Shall I break a few fingers for you to speak up?"
"Room 108 of Maris dormitory for girls!" her voice cracked and she sounded frantic.
"Room what? What do you mean?"
"I'm a student of Raftearsen University..! This is the school's prescribed dormitory for its students! Found in En Town, the Luke City's heart-renowned Medical Universities..!"
Law was lost. He understood that she was tense and she couldn't possibly think straight in her current position so she couldn't opt to lie but he didn't understand what she was saying. All he got was he's in a certain city's town which happens to be the heart of the said city. This irritated him but he pressed on regardless, "Do you happen to know a person with the initials C.C.?"
"CC? CC..uhh... Yes! Yes, I think I do!" she was still shaking but she sounded more than willing upon answering his questions.
"Are you one of his subordinates? Are you working under him?"
"...No..! I..don't have a professor with those..initials..! CC is a classmate.!"
"But you know Caesar Clown, correct?"
The woman looked shocked as her eyes opened wide. She stared incredulously at him, "Caesar Clown?" she repeated.
"That's it then." Law tightened his grip on both her wrists. The girl jerked in recoil on him. "Tell me, where am I and what did he do to me? Answer me!"
"I don't know! I don't know what you're saying!" his victim's voice rose as she felt the distress throughout her body.
Law was already at the end of his wits. He didn't care if anyone or anything came in and interrupted them. He'd just slice them and kill them off in a heartbeat.
"Where is this?! Tell me how did I get here and why am I here?!"
"Please don't joke around like this! I only heard the name Caesar Clown from One Piece! What kind of burglar are you?!" she began to struggle.
"One Piece?" wonder coated his words. "And burglar? I'm a pirate."
"Pirate?!" she snapped back. She tried to pull herself up as she felt her bottom slowly slipping off from the bed. "You say Caesar Clown and then Pirate? This is not One Piece dammit! Did I watch too much Anime?! If this is a dream, a freakish nightmare please wake up, me!"
Confused. Thunderstruck. Annoyed. These emotions consumed Law all at once.
Confused; as to the girl's denial of the existence of pirates to the point of even arguing that he was nothing but a lowly burglar. Thunderstruck; as to the girl's casual way of mentioning One Piece, the greatest treasure that all pirates long for. She sounded as if she already knew it, saw it - as if she was very familiar of it that she was the actual owner. Annoyed; as to the girl's blatant insult as she referred to their encounter as a dream - a nightmare. Was she not convinced that it was reality? Was the pain he was inflicting her not enough for her to believe it?
As the latter question crossed Law's mind, his lips curled into a wry smile. He tightened his grip on her wrists and placed a hand on her neck slowly gripping it tightly as if in sync with his other hand over her wrists. The girl winced in pain and was gradually choking as she forced herself to speak.
"Yo..u...why...y...ou..."
"I would like you to behave and listen to me carefully." Law began. "That is, if you want to keep breathing."
Bound and gagged, she opened her mouth as she struggled for air. Tears kept streaming down her face. Her glassy eyes sought for the pirate's own pair and as she did, she managed to blink twice, hinting that she understood what he meant.
Amused, Law loosened his grip on her neck and as he did, the girl gasped for air trying to catch her breath and coughed occasionally.
"I want answers and you're going to give them to me." he spoke in a dangerous tone. "First, who are you?"
"My name is..." a cough interrupted her mid-sentence. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I'm called..Elka. Err, Elka Ardela."
As the sun finally rose up, light quickly infiltrated the room through the wide window. Gradually, it illuminated the whole room and revealed the girl's face: dark almond-shaped eyes - her lashes weren't that impressive but were curved despite its length, small nose, and faintly colored thin lips; her semi-long black hair spread across her pillow and was messy. Her cheeks had dark stains brought about her tears earlier.
Law remained quiet for a while. He assumed he wouldn't be able to gather valuable information as he recalled her earlier responses to his questions. If he kept scaring her, she might get too nervous to even speak up. He figured she wasn't the kind of person who can talk under pressure and so he arranged an alternative plan in his head.
"Elka?" he repeated.
As he was about to speak, for some strange reason he felt like looking above the bed's headboard and found wanted posters of the Straw Hat Pirates including his. On top of that, there were several posters of him topless, and with different clothes and poses. His face couldn't hide his shock. He was gawking at the walls long enough that his grip over the girl's wrists and neck eventually loosened up. He wasn't even aware of himself straightening up as his eyes scanned the wide panels of unbelievable sights.
What the hell is this? What are these things? Where in hell is this?!
Law's mind went blank. He was in shock, and he was in a state of panic, but he was out of words to describe whatever he was seeing or feeling. He looked to his right then to his left. He looked behind him and then back in front of him. He didn't know what to say nor how to act.
The girl called Elka, however, remained still in her position. She stared at the young man gaping over her wide collection of posters. She was surprised when the guy even looked back to look at her shelves housing her One Piece figures and Manga. There were other characters and series mixed in it but 90% of which were from her favorite. She didn't understand why the man looked shocked but nonetheless, she knew better. He was a dangerous burglar who was ready to kill with every chance he can get so she couldn't exactly muster up the courage to break free and make a run for it. She did consider screaming while he was off guard but from the corner of her eye she spied a long sword lying by the intruder's side. She wouldn't want to lose a limb or two, or worse, her head.
"You!" Law snarled, glaring down at the girl. His vivid anger startled her. "What are those things?!" he pointed a finger towards the posters hanging above her head.
Scared, her voice shook as she answered, "Posters..."
"Don't state the obvious! I mean, what the fuck are those things?!" he snapped. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to rise closing the gap between their faces. Fiercely glaring, he spoke in a deadly quiet tone, "What the hell are you? Who are you really?"
Terrified. Petrified. A chill ran down her spine.
At that moment, Elka wanted to break free so bad and run as far away as she could. She felt like she was getting stabbed by multiple daggers just by his stare, and it was as if she was trapped in ice as she heard him speak. She felt nauseous and dizzy with every second. She fought hard to stop herself from throwing up, closing her eyes and turning away from him. She then muttered, "collectibles... Those are posters from One Piece. They're my collection."
Again, One Piece.
This piqued Law's interest. The girl kept referring to One Piece as if it was something she owned. He gradually calmed down as various possible concepts and explanations flooded his head. He stared at the frightened girl for a few more seconds.
"Oi." he called.
The girl only flinched in response, strongly refusing to look back at him.
"Oi, Elka-ya. Calm down." he stated in monotone.
Elka did not respond but her shaking toned down little by little as silence took over.
Shortly, Law spoke again. "For the meantime, I'll release you and will refrain from hurting you. But if you ever try anything suspicious, I'll cut your neck off." his tone ever so quiet. He didn't quite release her yet as he let his words linger for a while longer.
She flinched at the acidity in his voice. Not long enough, she managed to stop her body from quivering and eventually turned her head to look at the young man. The two kept staring at each other for a while and as soon as silence seemed too overwhelming, the girl spoke in a rather casual tone.
"You know, I just realized... I hate to admit it but you really look exactly like the Trafalgar Law from One Piece."
Law's eyes widened in surprise as she ended her sentence.