All characters belong to Mr. Eiichiro Oda
Warning: MxM/Slash

Reflecting back on his life, Law counted all the moments where he wished that he could just miraculously make a hole appear out of thin air and just dive inside it, never to be seen and heard from again.

For Trafalgar Law, life always seemed to be a bitch no matter how much he tried flirting with her. It was near impossible to appease his life, let alone make a truce with it. It always needed to throw something at his face and topple him backwards off his balance, making him tumble down into the darkest depth of the void.

It was frankly quite depressing, but after a while you start getting used to it. But getting used to it didn't mean that he was okay with it, it just becomes a bigger headache with each passing problem. And right now, sitting pitifully in the dark corner of a broken elevator with a stranger staring darkly at your bunny suit didn't help brighten up his bitch of a life.

Law had no idea how much time has passed since his little mental breakdown from realizing that the elevator was suffering from momentary technical difficulties, but he was sure it was still time when most living things were busy snoring their hours away which meant that help was going to take its sorry time to arrive.

One small comfort was that he wasn't alone inside the elevator, but Law half wished that he was alone just for this one time. Trafalgar fidgeted with the soft black material that covered tightly around his raw thighs, trying to rest his eyes on anywhere but at the other man who was sitting with his back against the other side of the elevator. For the last few minutes in silence, the paler man did nothing but briefly glance at the darker male while play around with his phone which wasn't getting any service inside the confined electricity deprived space.

Colorless fingers flick at the screen of his touch phone, sliding the lock up and down to cause a cute little twinkling noise. It's cute at first, but it becomes really agitating when it repeats about fifty times. At the sixty seventh twinkles, black brows twitch reflexively with sudden irritation that rises out of nowhere.

"Can you stop that? It's really annoying." His voice causes the redhead to freeze during action, his fingers stopping in mid air. The man stares with a straightforward look that blazes with intense red, his irises were the prettiest shade of scarlet Law had ever seen. It was weird when someone stares so intently at you with pretty eyes, it was kind of hard not to counter stare.

"…and um, your staring is pretty obvious. It's quite uncomfortable... sir."

Apparently this mumbled fact was new to the stranger as his pale expression flinched slightly when he realized that he was staring quite intensely. It was an awkward moment of silence that lingered in the musty air, almost like the deep fragrance that was too painful to inhale. The way that the other man was looking at him was really in honest truth downright uncomfortable, uncomfortable enough to damage what little pride Law had left in his bunny girl costume.

In conclusion Law decided that the other man had no rights to look at him the way he was doing now, and he felt sudden anger wash over his damaged pride. I don't look that ridiculous do I? With brimming self confidence that rose out of nowhere, Law was pretty sure that he was hot in his own eccentric way. And before he can even stop himself from asking, he blurted out the most unintelligent question that has ever passed his lips:

"Haven't you ever seen a bloody guy in a bunny costume before?"

Trafalgar immediately regretted his question harshly as soon as the pale stranger cracked a smirk at his face. He started laughing, and for the first time Law's ears were open to his rich laugh that filled the elevator. Embarrassed down to the core of his bone, the ebony haired man sat in the dark corner of the elevator with his knees up against his chest, blinking foolishly at the laughing man on the other side.

It wasn't often that the man named Trafalgar Law felt this stupid in his life, well he was the one who felt superior to most usually, but right now he just felt like a damn fool. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to have stayed in the club for one measly hour and he would've been saved from this ridiculous situation he was in now. But as mentioned, life works in a peculiar way and it never makes it easy for you to run your life the way you want it to go.

Repressing his urgent need to resort to hysteria, Law calmly waited for the other to stop his chuckling in stiff silence until he remembered to smile in sticky situations.

"I'm glad you're enjoying our conversation."

The deep laughter dies down at Law's remark, but the irritatingly handsome smile remains on the man's pale face.

"No need to be snarky," he purrs at the darker male, "You're weird."

"And you mister, are really annoying."

"Why are you dressed like that? Is it your occupation?"

Law frowned, "You're very interested in me aren't you?"

Receiving a shrug for an answer, the red haired man remains with a happy tone that unmatched his wild appearance.

"Or, we could just sit here in awkward silence for god knows how long for the rescue to arrive. I'll take interest in you even if you're attire is… well, rare."

True, it wasn't everyday that you see a wandering dude in a skimpy bunny suit inside a department building at one o'clock in the morning, and Law kind of accepted the fact that he looked really out of place. His brain felt like mushy goo inside his head, nothing intelligent came into his head.

"I was helping out someone for a night, if you must know."

"You're friend has a weird hobby."

This guy was blunt. Law realized that this person was the kind of person who was just busting with his own ego. It kind of irked him, the imposing way his presence felt. It gave him a weird random flashback of the time when Doflamingo laughed while breaking his wrist bones for throwing an encyclopedia at him when he was sixteen(A very long story). The man's smile gave off a similar violent vibe that attracted Law's interest in a rather creepy way.

"He's not wie.. Okay he's weird. He's not my friend."

It wasn't a mystery that Disco was beyond weird; Law lost his rhythm and frowned at the redhead, unable to come up with any excuses. "Don't misunderstand. I'm just a freelance worker."

"I see how desperate you are."

The emphasis of the man's remark came from his glance at the visible skin on Law's thighs which he defensively reacted with a scowl.

"Don't be a jerk. There are some people in the world that'll die at the price for your jacket."

Trafalgar had no idea why, but he just downright found rich people uncomfortable to be around with unless they were the ones paying for his dinner. Rather self consciously the pale fingers fiddle with the cashmere material of his black suit jacket, rolling his eyes lazily. His face however, no matter how new it was to Law, seemed vaguely familiar for absolutely no reason at all. The ebony haired male was sure that this was their definite first meeting, and yet the redhead remained among his memory if only for a few milliseconds.

"Have I seen you before?"

"You don't watch a lot of television do you."

"I don't watch TV." I don't have a TV. Law left that part out in case he sounded pathetic. "Tell me your name, I might remember. I hate it when I can't remember people."

It was an obsessive compulsive disorder moment for Law who was extra sensitive at being incapable. His question was considered for a few moments in silence, the redhead didn't seem reluctant to give his name, but he seemed to be thoughtful. With patience came the answer in a short blunt sentence- "Kidd."

"Kidd?"

The name certainly sounded like he has heard it before, Law shuffles through his memory only to find that he cannot clearly remember the other man, Kidd.

"Eusstass Kidd." The redhead repeats, amused by the series of expression changes on the surface of Law's face, who was trying to deny that for the first time in his life, he could not remember someone.

"That was the smoothest move to ask for someone's name." Kidd mocked playfully, gaining a dark look from the slender male.

"I wasn't trying to make a move on you."

"Oh. Really?"

"Dream on, Mister Asstass Kidd."

Feeling a bit annoyed, Law threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, spitting out a ball full of air that was blocking his sensitive throat. Clearly air wasn't richly supplied inside the confined space, and breathing was proving to become slightly difficult than before. Eusstass Kidd seemed okay, or he was just doing a damn good job at pretending he was. Besides the air supply being inefficient, it was unbelievably chilly inside the stupid cubicle of metal. Maybe it was just the damned costume lacking a few materials to cover up, or just his condition for being weak in cold temperature, whatever the reason the lack of oxygen and heat was driving him mad.

Law cringed as he curled up into a ball, despising the heatless atmosphere with all the hate he could muster. On the other side of the elevator there sat Eusstass Kidd curling the corners of his lips at the darker male's peril, it was kind of amusing to watch him squirm.

"You're shivering."

"Is it that obvious?" Sarcasm was clear in Law's voice, grey eyes rolled at the sound of rich chuckling. Kidd was surprised that he was finding the darker male very interesting even if he didn't know a thing about the stranger. It wasn't often that he paid attention to other people, especially the commoners. There was something odd about him, his confidence easily settled in comfortably into Kidd's inner circle. It was in a way very refreshing, after so many years of getting used to people keeling over at the very mention of his name.

There were many reasons why Law hated the cold temperature, and with contempt he rolls himself up into a small ball to conserve his body heat. The last thing he expected to be thrown over his head was a thick cashmere jacket that gave off a rich citrus fragrance. With a muffled cry, Law pulled off the jacket off his head, widening his eyes at the jacketless individual against the opposite wall.

"I'd rather you cover up." Kidd shrugged, showing off his white collar shirt.

Narrowing his grey eyes at Kidd's comment, a tattooed middle finger decorated the redhead's view. With his head cocked to one side, Eusstass remained silent as the other male threw his jacket back onto his lap.

"Save your sympathy, I don't need it."

Another wave of silence ran down onto the atmosphere at Law's words, hardening the air between the two men. Then Law suddenly stood up from his dark corner, scuttling over in front of the pale man and giving him a big cheesy smile.

"Um, second thought, can you sympathize with me?" Kidd looked at him in a peculiar way, and Law wasn't going to complain about the scarlet eyes looking at him like a kicked dog. It was damn cold, and he wanted to kick himself for refusing the jacket in mere five seconds. Again Kidd threw his jacket directly onto Law's head, and the man in the bunny costume was sure that he did it on purpose. However in his vision, Eusstass Kidd already appeared as a fucking saint, and he almost felt like kissing him even though at the same time he was bringing down a whole shipload of curses upon the red haired man.

It was happily warm inside the jacket, the familiar material was a little big for his size but comfortable enough. Looking like a child in front of a heater, the happy faced bunny man sat himself beside the surprised Kidd who flinched but made no effort to move away.

"You're not bad," Law chirped, and added with a lighter tone: "But I still think you're an ass."

The soft chuckling noise comes back, smoothing the lines on Kidd's face. How much time has passed? A pale finger scratches the surface of his phone to open the screen and show off the platinum digital clock on the corner. The hour was almost close to the second number; Kidd looked sternly at the no service symbol on the corner of the screen. It was nearly an hour and a half after being trapped inside, a few more minutes and Killer would begin to do something, he had instructions to start searching for him if he didn't come back from the meeting until two.

It definitely wasn't the elevator that Kidd was worrying about, but he could really have used the help right now. His expected time limit was well off; it wasn't long before Killer started wondering whether or not Kidd was run over a running chicken truck or something.

"You like cars?"

The sudden interruption dragged Kidd back into the material world, red eyes turned sideways to find a pair of cloudy grey ones blinking up at him and his phone. Kidd shrugged for the second time, glancing at the black hair that looked rather fluffy at close distance. Peering at the gleaming Lamborghini on the screen of Kidd's phone, slim fingers suddenly reach out to snatch the phone away into his grip. Eusstass let it go without much resistance, watching the curious Law fiddling with his phone.

"Most people have their favorite things saved on the screen of their cell phone."

"You're suddenly getting very close aren't you?"

"I like you, even if you're an ass." Sliding his finger diagonally, Law shuffled through the folders with a playful rhythm. The scarlet eyes just merely watched silently as the black haired male sought through his privacy. For some weird reason, Kidd was totally okay with his personal materials being searched through by a person who he met just an hour ago.

With a soft tap on Kidd's shoulders, a bright smile appears on the surface of Law's face with his happy voice: "We're even sharing the same peril, might as well get along. We could be friends or something?"

"I don't grow friends."

"Wow, you're sad. You make it sound like as if friends are some potato plants or something."

Friends, it was a shadowed word for Eusstass Kidd who spent so many years surrounded by the social class. He had only a few people he trusted, and even among them he regarded them as comrades but a 'friend' was something entirely different for him. To a certain extent it was kind of true that Kidd regarded the concept of 'friends' as potato plants.

Law made a meek 'meh' sound between his lips while observing some photos of big black dogs, "I'm still going to say we're friends." It was a tuneless tone but a casual one, gaining the third and last shrug from Eusstass Kidd.

Just when Law was about to make an unhealthy comment about how cute Kidd's number pad was, a sudden cringe of metal and flickering lights alarmed both men to react in sharp reflex. The paler man crouched into a low position, startled by the shaking ground and the jagged screech that rang between the metal gears. The confined space went on rumbling for a few seconds until a red light flickered on the emergency switch with a small bell noise. It wasn't long before some minor noise cleared away from the intercom and a familiar voice spoke out from the other side.

'Young boss Kidd, are you there?'

The pale man sighed out an air full of relief as he stood up to approach the intercom, about damn time.

"I'm here. Is Killer there?"

'He's busy downstairs kicking the repairman's butt.'

"What the hell is wrong with the building?"

'Some drunken idiot busted the power box. The whole building is down on electricity, we're going to use some emergency power to get the elevator down, hang on.'

There were some minor background noises from the intercom, but the scratching noise did not hinder the given message from the voice unknown to a curious Law who was sitting quietly with Kidd's phone between his fingers.

So his newest asshole friend was a person with connections, it wasn't much surprising. Putting his attention off the phone for a moment, Trafalgar busied himself with buttoning up the black jacket that did not belong to him.

'Aw god, these people are useless.'

'Dude, they're better than you, step back before you get your fingers fried.'

'Do I just press the yellow button here?'

'Naw, I think Killer said it was the blue one, wait a second-'

A sudden click started ringing metallic noises inside the metal cubicle, the intercom voices gave off small cheers that signaled the return of temporary power inside the elevator. The floor pads blinked with weak orange and flickered for a few seconds before it turned bright green again. The cheesy music returned from the mirror ceiling for a brief moment until it went out again- the power was back, but apparently it wasn't enough to keep the music going.

'Okay, the power's back.'

"About fucking time."

There were quite a number of people outside the building, a few repairmen and two or three cops, and a bunch of people who seemed completely unrelated to emergency. Law walked out stiffly beside his taller friend, aware of the many stares that he was gaining from the unlikely company that gathered around the black limos. After nearly two hours of being confined in a small space, the fresh night air was more than welcome for the two men.

Kidd stretched his neck, being acknowledged by brief flicks of his henchmen's heads. The missing presence of Killer still indicated that most of the other company was still coming up; Kidd clicked his tongue in minor fatigue. Glancing sideways, the redhead watched as his unusual 'friend' hiss at the cop who was asking him for identification.

"Leave him alone, he's with me."

"Yeah hear that? I'm with him." The cop seemed offended at Law's bitching, but went away silently. Kidd flicked his fingers at his men to allow some space between the darker male and himself, it's been only two hours that they've known each other, and yet Kidd felt weirdly comfortable around him.

"You want a ride?"

Trafalgar grins off the offer, and instead twirls around in his jacket playfully.

"I get motion sickness. Can I borrow this jacket?" The idea of walking around the streets in a bunny suit didn't really appeal to Law. The taller man didn't mind his jacket; instead he pulled out a pen from his back pocket and silently grabbed Law's hands, scrawling something slightly unreadable onto the inner surface of his tattooed arm.

"Return it when you're not dressed as an exotic bunny girl."

"Ooh, house invitation."

The said man dressed as an exotic bunny girl did not wait around to say proper goodbyes; he was way too tired to do that. First thing he was going to do when he got home was have a hot shower and drop dead onto his bed. But then he remembered that his house was cut from electricity, Law hung his head down in disappointment as he walked away grumbling to himself.

It was a long day, a long damned day.

Feeling pretty tired as well, Kidd gives off a wide yawn as a jet black Ferrari pulls up sharply beside him, with the windows drawn down to reveal a masked blonde on the wheel.

"Holy shit, was it a guy who I just saw in a garter belt?"

Kidd answered with a chuckle at Killer's question, long story. The blonde on the wheels scooted over to the next seat to allow the redhead to seat himself on the driver's seat, passing him a cigarette.

"You gramps called Kidd."

"What'd he want?"

"The usual stuff about you not getting along with the family, and trying to make sure you attend the family meeting next week. Oh and there was also the call from your step mother about your marriage issues." Listing all the reminders in short sentences while counting with his fingers, Killer turned outside his window to tell the others to pull out. Pressing on the accelerator, Kidd interrupts with a confused question:

"Wait, what? Which one are we talking about?"

"Step mom number three."

"Oh."

God. The last thing Kidd needed now was another snake in the 'family'.

"You should give him a visit," Killer advised casually like he usually does, "you are his favorite grandson."

The redhead spat away his answer, clearly having no intention of answering. Right now family problems were going to have to wait until his next race which was only four days away. The nationals weren't that important, but still it was better than having to fly around beside his old man with his business shit.

"By the way, what happened to your jacket?"

"Ah well, long story again. Hey you know what Killer? I made a very interesting friend today."

The blonde beside him suddenly choked out his own breath, "friend? You?" turning towards the man who treated other people like potato plants for nearly all his life. Kidd didn't expand on it however, and the night ended in peaceful harmony before he realized one critical thing-

"Shit- I didn't ask for his name!"

A/N:

Wow, thank you for all the reviews, follows and favorites! I don't think I deserve this much love...
Such warm words and encouragement! It feels very fluffy.
And yeah I'm just going to leave the old work where they are although I'm not sure I'll be continuing any... needa debate on that.

I'm not even sure I'm doing an okay job with this piece, although I do have a proper story planned in mind.
But thank you all for reading, the favorites and all the wonderful reviews that you have left!
I always enjoy writing Trafalgar Law with a sly and an over confident attitude(even though he's cash-less), it's actually really fun.