CHAPTER 2

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, so does all the characters in this story. All I own is the story plot.

Hello Again! I wanted to update quickly since the last chapter was terribly short. Thanks for reading ;_;

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Law admired himself in the mirror as he buttoned up the white shirt. He left the top three buttons open, exposing some of his collarbone. After running his fingers through his wet hair he decided he looked well enough to saunter the main deck.

You could say Trafalgar Law took advantage of his good looks. He purposely seduced his crewmates whenever he was bored or wanted to check if his charms were still strong, as if Bellamy's pink cheeks weren't of any indication. The only person he never tried this on was Donquixote-ya. The man had access to the most finest slaves in all of the seas, he could easily replace him with a beautiful fairskinned woman or some young man that ate more than he did once he was tired of him. He liked being in control, despite giving Law plenty of free will. A slave would do him good. Not that Law cared or anything... Doflamingo made it clear he wasn't the only person he slept with nor would he be the last. If anything that pissed Law off, thus tempting the crew was his favorite pass time.

He closed the door behind him as he walked into the corridor, towards the stairs leading to the dining room and kitchen. His footfalls were quiet but quick as he raced into the room. Law was starving and there was many pirates with all sorts of platters just waiting for him.

"Morning Trafalgar." A few pirates sitting by the nearest tables grumbled as he waltzed in.

"Good Morning to you too." Law snatched a slice of bread from an unsuspecting man.

"That is mine."

"And now it's mine." He leaned over the same man's shoulder and grabbed a piece of fruit from someone else's plate.

"Trafalgar!" the other pirate scowled.

"Thank you~" he drawled and gave him a lazy smile.

"I-its okay… from now on get your own plate." The pirate stuttered.

"Mhm." He straightened up. Well that was easy, he thought to smugly. With a satisifed grin, he turned on his heels heading for Monet. He could use a bit more food since the old man called him out for being too skinny last night.

Before Law could even take a first step, someone ungraciously seized his wrist. Law spun around facing the table yet again. His eyes zeroed in on the man he borrowed the bread from. "Yes?" The teen questioned while trying to loosen the tight grip.

"Bread is the best part of my breakfast." The mysterious man used his free hand to pry the slice from Law's other hand.

Is he seriously fighting for this one slice? Usually if someone wanted their food back that badly he'd hand it to them and seek Monet right away, but this man was challenging him, holding his wrist in such a tight grasp and refusing to let him go. Law snickered to himself. When was the last time he fought for food? He surely had the advantage in this case, he was standing at 6'ft tall although the older male was clearly taller than Law, he was still sitting. The raven-haired male raised his hand in the air, keeping the bread out of reach. "Surely you can get another slice Monsieur."

"That one is mine, find another for yourself brat." He jerked Law's wrist.

Caught off guard, he unceremoniously tripped on his own two feet. "shit" he cursed under his breath as he lost his balance.

"Che. Be more careful." Two arms secured around his waist.

"Huh?" Law blinked. He didn't fall thanks to the older male.

"Monet" He raised his voice a few octaves.

The green-haired beauty scurried into the room in the record time. "Yes sir?"

"Make him something to eat." He commanded with his deep barritone voice.

"Right away." She shot Law a warning look and ran off.

He took her warning into consideration and speculated. For starters, he had never seen this man before. It was clear to Law he was powerful. He carried himself with subtle confidence and an aura of arrogance that surrounded him while he ate breakfast. Not to mention he kept Law in place with just a grip on his wrist. He was well dressed wearing a dark pair of dress pants, a plain but expensive light green button up shirt and… is that a cravat? Law couldn't help but noticed the many ornated gold rings on both hands and the small gold hoop on his left ear. His hair was a bit shorter than his own and slicked back, a few dark violet strands strayed in front of his face. He scrutinized every detail. Hmm… sharp golden eyes, oddly pale skin, a scar that ran across his face intercepting his nose. Oddly enough, the scar added to his attractiveness. Law deemed him good looking.

With Doflamingo's second away with him, it made perfect sense a friend would be in command for the time being. He was on equal terms with Donquixote-ya he assumed. Probably a Shichibukai as well. He stole a sideway glance, definitely shichibukai.

"Sit." The violet-haired man removed his hands from Law.

What was with these men and ordering him around? He begrudgingly sat in the empty seat beside the well dressed male.

"If you are going to study someone, do it discreetly next time."

"Was it that obvious?" Law smirked. He hadn't made any attempt to hide the fact that he was observing the man.

"I assume you intentionally made me aware of this." He said after swallowing a spoon of porridge.

"What else would possibly make an interesting conversation?" Law nibbled on the slice of bread the man gave up on.

"And what information did you gain from your observation?" The violet-haired male questioned.

Law kept hid lips from selling himself out. Giving away all you know is completely reckless, so is giving the enemy an idea of your intelligence. Not that he was an enemy per se, but that didn't mean he was a friend either. Using Penguin's manner of speech would divulge a minor amount of information. "Oh… not much besides you're good looking and a friend of Donquixote-ya."

His facial expression went from neutral to amused. "I am quite good looking and I happen to be a friend of that bastard." The brat was fairly good at holding back, he could practically see the way he each word was calculated and well rehearsed. A dimwitted doctor with no insight? He laughed inwardly. This kid was as sharp as one of the scapels he would use during surgery.

He could tell he was found out by the man's expression. Tough luck playing dumb with an equal of Donquixote-ya. "I am also assuming you're in charge for now." The teen took a swig from the man's glass. "Blargh- why rum in the morning?"

He took the glass which was loosely within the teen's fingers he downed the contents in one go. "Rum is part of the pirate life."

"In the morning as well?" The gray eyed male stared at the empty glass increduously.

"In the morning as well."

Monet tiptoed behind Law quietly, she whacked him in the head with the wooden spoon she held in her hand.

"What was that for woman?" He rubbed the back of his head and feigned pain.

She placed a plate filled with all her sorts of foods in front of him. "Now don't steal anything from Mr. Crocodile-san's plate again."

"Got it." He gave Monet a quick kiss on the cheek and silently thanked her for the food.

She smiled at him warm-heartedly before leaving. "Penguin! Bellamy! What did I say about entering my kitchen?!"

Law covered his laugh with a cough. Those idiots used this as a means to sneak into the kitchen. He also learned the name of his bread provider, Crocodile.

"Eat up Trafalgar Law." Crocodile grabbed a slice of bread from the plate. "This, belongs to me."

"Hmm. You know my name?" Law shoveled a fork of eggs into his mouth.

"A wild fox with translucent gray eyes." Crocodile quoted the air.

"Is that how Donquixote-ya describes me to all his friends?" Trafalgar rolled his eyes.

The violet-haired male chuckled quietly. "What friends?"

It took a few seconds before Law joined in on the laughter. "Well my description of him isn't any better."

"A lost flamingo or a man who thinks he is one."

The teen nodded in agreement. "That coat." He shuddered.

They continued the rest of their meal in a peaceful silence with Law occasionally taking a few peeks at the man.

"What is it Kid?" Crocodile finished the rest of his porridge.

"You're also one of the Shichibukai?" Law inquired. He was unsure himself, he had to ask.

"Did Doflamingo mention so?"

The raven-haired male scoffed. "No, I hardly know of his business affairs or friends. I'm just an occasional bed warmer after all." He stood up instantly and balanced the plates and glass with one hand. With much grace, he whizzed by the tabled filled with pirates onwards to the kitchen.

"Oh, I don't know he brags about you often, his prodigy." Crocodile kept up with the teen along the short corridor he presumed it led to the kitchen. "To answer your question, I am indeed one of the shichibukai."

"Who wouldn't?" Law gave the man a cocky smile. "I am no such thing as a prodigy. I'm only the product of my own hardwork and determination. I have a lot to prove considering where I came from and how I look. I refuse to be one of those whores that cling to Doflamingo and receive all they need without batting an eyelash… well they do more than bat an eyelash I suppose. I want to be independent, one day." Law sighed.

The taller male nodded thoughtfully. Trafalgar Law was much more than a bedwarmer or a brat. There was substance to his character, Crocodile almost felt admiration for the teen. He must have goals and things he wants to accomplish, not like other simpleton pirates who aim for the One Piece, one day this kid will aim for something reasonable and attainable… or he'll also aim for the One Piece and maybe have a chance of attaining it. "You're an interesting kid."

Law snorted. "Here we are Mister Crocodile, the kitchen." He opened the door with his hip and gestured for the older male to enter.

The kitched wasn't all too grand nor large either. White walls, the polished wooden floors stained with cherry laquer, a table for four, some modern appliances, a pantry and Monet.

"The kitchen is… normal." The warlord looked around, taking in all the details.

"Oh Mr. Crocodile-san what were you expecting from my kitchen?" Monet looked up at the tall man from under her thick lashes.

Crocodile's eyebrow arched. "More colours, I suppose. Your hair-" he caught a green strand between his thumb and forefinger. "is vibrant and wild as the wind. Your kitchen however is bland and plain."

Law masked the small mischievious grin threatening his face. Monet was there leaning against the counter, by the sink flirting with their handsome newly incharge substitute captain. He ignored the two and placed the dishes in the sink. He saw the panicked expression grace the green-haired woman. Law rolled up his sleeves and picked up the sponge. He waved it in the air as to say, Don't worry, I got it. Monet gave him a small smile and resumed giving the older man all her attention.

"That's the way it's supposed to be." She crossed her arms pouting slightly.

Law rolled his eyes. When he had called the kitchen plain and boring he was almost killed, or more appropriately turned into a popsicle. He would always be envious of a man who could avoid the wrath of a woman.

The violet-haired man was amused. The young woman that ran the kitchen was quite enthralling. Doflamingo had mentioned her on an occasion or two. She was a beauty, not on Trafalgar's level but the next best thing. His friend only had an interest in Law, who was mcuh more than a natural beauty. "Forgive me then, I don't know much about kitchen décor." He let his hand drop to his side. "I'll be around for lunch."

"O-of course. I'll make you something nice." Monet stuttered.

"Thank you." The older male nodded before briskly walking out the door.

"Law!" she squealed as soon as Crocodile was out the door.

"Wait a second you idiot, he can still hear you." The teen wiped the sweat off his brows with the back of his hand. "Why is it so hot in here?"

"This is a kitchen Law." Monet shook her head.

"Like that explains anything."

"Are you sure you're qualified to be a doctor? Last time I checked doctors were intelligent human beings."

Law ignored the jab and gestured towards the door. "He should be gone now."

"He is so…!" She squealed again.

"Please contain your ovaries. If they explode, there's not much I could do for you."

Monet shot him a look. "Law!" She smacked his arm as hard as she could.

"Ouch. What woman?" he winced. It's not like he could do anything if they decided to burst.

"He's mine." The green-haired woman made her claim.

Law smirked. "Are you sure Monet? He looks more interested in me." He rinsed his hands off, before turning towards the golden eyes.

Monet crossed her arms and glared at the tanned male. "He touched my hair, flirting with me in your presence. I can't see how he's interested in you." She smiled smugly.

The gray eyed male's eyebrow rose without any indication. "You justify that as flirting? Silly girl. Let me tell you what flirting is. He's already placed those two hands of his on my hips—"

"That is such a lie.."

"Don't interupt me woman." Law eyed her carefully, he continued on when she finally shut up. "As I was saying, his hands on my hips like this," he demonstrated with his own hands. He slipped his hands under the hem of his shirt and arched his neck. His lips parted on their own as he let out a throaty moan.

Gold orbs flickered across the sight in front of them "Law why are you so seductive? I can't manage half of that." She bit her lip.

He glanced over to her and smirked as he lowered his hands to his side and adjusted his shirt. "He was much rougher… and the positions. Oh dear." Law swooned.

"Liar. Get out of my kitchen Law." Monet snapped out of her temporary trance and picked up the nearest weapon she could get her hands on.

He raised his two hands in the air and cautiously stepped away from Monet and her kitchen knife. "This isn't the way to express jealousy Monet." Law snorted at his attempt of sterness.

Monet giggled. "He's out of our league anyways. No matter how good looking we are, he's a warlord and a serious man at that."

The teen nodded in agreement, he was out of their league; his own of course. Doflamingo wouldn't approve of him sleeping with his friends or anyone else. Relationship wise it was hardly fair. Doflamingo could screw whoever he wants, yet Law was restricted to him alone. There was nothing remotely orthodox about their relationship anyways. Crocodile was off limits; Monet however could easily score if she wanted to. Not that she would, that woman is too virtuous for sleeping with just any handsome man that came sauntering onto our ship.

"Interesting kids." Crocodile chuckled quietly as he walked down the short hallway. He wasn't planning to eavesdrop but he had zoned out right after he left the kitchen, standing around like an idiot. After he snapped out of it, he heard a bit of their competition which Law surely won. That was some innuendo, he grinned to himself. He was most definitely intrigued by Trafalgar Law, but he knew all too well that Doflamingo was completely smitten by that brat and he had no intentions of getting in caught in the complicated web of feelings.

A/N: I CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE THESE THINGS LONGER. Please bear with the short chapters. Reviews would be appreciated, _ I have no idea how you guys are feeling about this story.

Next update coming soon.