Beware of the Purrs
ll. Is Nowhere Safe?
A/N: Glad to see you guys like this so far! Here's the next chapter~
Warning: scenes of Marineford.
The war was horrifying. But, then again, when was war not horrifying? Well, sure you can have a water-gun war, a tag war, a cooking war, a poking war, a tickle war– actually, no scratch that last one. Tickle wars could end up with people missing eyes and having limbs ripped off and shit. But, the point was, a real war was horrifying.
But, honestly, Law didn't exactly care about that right now. His focus was on the flying clown – how often could you say that and it actually be literal? – that currently held the unconscious form of Luffy and Jinbei. And every moment that idiotic clown wasted was a moment closer the two beings came to death. Not only that, but it looked as if the three admirals were starting to close in. So it wasn't exactly unsurprising that Law had lost all his patience when Buggy refused to throw the two down; suddenly becoming their 'divine protector'.
"Listen, I'm a doctor! I'm going to save them!"
"But who the hell are you?!"
Law seriously contemplated creating a room and just Shamble the two injured beings onto his ship. But he didn't; instead, he (impatiently) waited for the clown to, finally, throw the two wounded down to Law's crew. The sound of the war raged on, and he peeked a glance over at battlefield. It was an absolute mess; dead bodies lying everywhere, bullets flying through the air, people screaming and yelling.
Oh, the chaos Law could add to it if he were in the mood.
As soon as Luffy and Jinbei were in his crew's possession, they began to head into the submarine to dive and begin treating the two.
And that was when it happened.
A single, tiny meow erupted over the sound of war.
And everything just stopped.
Pirates and marines alike all froze in their spots. Even the admirals themselves quite attacking when the sound reached their ears. All eyes – and we mean all eyes, even those who were supposed to be dead – landed on the little creature that stood in the middle of all the chaos. The cat continued to walk through the frozen crowd, its eyes set on one thing and one thing only.
"Is that…a cat?" Everyone asked. Even the ghosts of Ace and Whitebeard were shocked to see a little feline walk across the battlefield without a single care. How had it not died in the crossfires? How did it even get there? What was its purpose? What was its name? How old was it? How many more questions could they come up with?
Everyone watched with wide eyes as the cat trotted over to the yellow submarine. With ease, it jumped from the edge of the ice and onto the yellow submarine where it stopped before its target. Law didn't dare move, his mouth still open in mid-shout and Kikoku resting against his shoulder. But despite the fact he remained as motionless as a cadaver, the cat still got back to its paws and began to climb up his pants; giving off cute little meows all the while.
All eyes were still on the cat, even as it proceeded to hang from the rim of Law's hat. All Law could think of was, 'Is nowhere safe…?!'
Then, another little meow was heard from the battlefield. Followed by another. And another. Two cats, seven cats, twelve, thirty, eighty, four hundred. The marines and pirates weren't sure what to do, almost afraid to move while being surrounded by so many felines. Seeing all the other cats, Law's eyes widened and he grabbed the cat hanging on his hat; ripping it off and throwing it back on the ice where it landed perfectly while giving off soft purrs.
"Even here?!" He couldn't help it, he hadn't expected the cats to follow him to here. How did they even get here?! He quickly turned on his heels and motioned for the crew to get inside. "Hurry up!" His crew stumbled over their own feet as they hurried to follow their captain's order. Soon, the submarine submerged, and the crowd of cats were left to sit at the edge of the ice; all looking down and meowing at the water where their target had slipped their grasp once again.
Then, suddenly, Shanks and his crew appeared. "Alright, time to end this w…" He trailed off when he noticed no one was fighting and all eyes were stationed on the line of cats at the ice's edge. He blinked, completely baffled at the sight. "What…the…hell…?"
And to this day, the marines and pirates refused to admit that it was not, in fact, Shanks who had stopped the war, but a crowd of cats who were simply following the pirate rookie Trafalgar Law.
A/N: It didn't exactly turn out how I wanted it to, but hopefully you'll still like it. It also wasn't one of the more funner ideas I thought of. If you didn't, tell me why, so I can avoid making readers unhappy with future chapters. :3 I'll probably do another Marineford one in the future (of course it'll be different) but I'm still thinking about it.
Your shy ice elemental,
~»roo the psycho«
