"By new abnormalities, are you implying that you've had your ears, tail and fanglike incisors for awhile?"
"Of corse! But if you tease me about them then I'm going to claw your eyes out." She had the sharp nails to do it too.
"Did you by any chance-"
"No. I'm never touching one of those accursed fruits." She was scared to, let alone consume one. After all in a round about way, she had already consumed on, so then there was a possibility that even though it wasn't her fault for having consumed the fruit that the devils would still fight inside her and tear her apart. And why did everyone always assume that?
"Then how do you have catlike features?"
"Like I'm telling you that. I'm not answering any questions. I'm not going to become your newest experiment." That's what pirate doctors did right? Inhuman experiments and stuff.
"As much as I'd like to do a few tests, and as much as I'd like a 'new experiment'," He quoted her word selection. ", I don't believe you'd be very fun." There were always ways to make her cooperate, but still.
"Damn straight. I'll make your experiments and tests a living hell."
She obviously wasn't going to cooperate on her own either. "Just answer my questions and I'll have no reason for you to become my next 'experiment'."
She crossed her arms and huffed, her tail flicking back and forth behind her, her eyes narrowed. "Fine."
"Thank you Miss Vivian."
"Sir, it's just Vivian." She grumbled. And sat there waiting for the onslaught of questions she knew he was going to fire at her. She wasn't going to answer anything he didn't ask for. After all she didn't even ask to be here, she told him to leave her alone, to not help her. If he had listened to her she'd be dead, in heaven or hell, or haunting somebody's sorry ass. Or maybe she'd be getting on with her life. But nooo, she was here, chest sewed up like a ripped something-or -other, with neat little stitches.
"Do you know how you have those unique features of yours?"
"Yes."
"Care to elaborate?" He asked, catching onto her game almost instantly.
"Not really. But I don't seem to have a choice-"
"There are always choices Miss Vivian." Law said with a straight face. Of course there were times when one was obviously the smarter, of the two. But there was still a choice, and she had one right now. Answer his questions or don't.
She rolled her eyes at him and continued on. "So I'll so kindly give you a slight insight as to why I have these 'unique features' of mine." She paused. "My mom ate a devil fruit and she was pregnant. You're a doctor; you know how pregnancy and that stuff work. I'm sure you can piece together the rest of the story.
"Do you have any siblings?" He asked.
Vivian didn't see the relevance of the question, but answered anyway. "Yes, a dead twin." Her twin had died at birth so she never felt much of a loss for the sibling, though she sometimes wondered how her life would be if she had a twin with her. Would it have been normal or like her?
"Is your mother still living?" He asked another irreverent question.
"No." She curtly answered.
He wrote something down, a few things actually. Probably just her answers, though she didn't understand why they were so interesting or even needed to be recorded like that. Then he asked something that made a little bit more sense to ask. "I see. Are you able to swim?"
She shrugged. "Don't know, don't care to find out."
"And why is that Miss?"
"Stop calling me that. I've enlightened you, my name is Vivian. But I," She began then realized what she was doing and in a sharper tone snapped "I don't have to tell you." No way was she going to tell a pirate one of her fears. If it was a body of water that could completely submerge her, whether it be a pool, a lake, an ocean or a tub full of water, she was afraid of it. If she told the man before her he'd surely use the information against her. "Are you done yet?"
They both knew that Law wasn't done by far. But Law decided that for now it was best to stop. After all he wanted hr full cooperation. "For now. However I have to redress your wound."
"Whatever just make it quick." She closed her eyes, trying not to concentrate on his hands and exactly where her wound was.
"Good day Vivian." He said, the sound of the door closing soon followed his words.
Well he got my name right. She thought, wondering exactly when his strong hands had finished their job and when he had even gotten up.
Maybe tomorrow she'd escape.
She opened the door, looked left- clear. Then right- clear. Before she turned left and ran down the empty hallway, her footsteps quiet ,making almost no sound as she ran. She went to a promising looking door that she hadn't tried yet and was about to fling it open when she was tackled with the word "Don't!" being shouted into her ear.
Something soft but solid landed on top of her. Startled she scratched and clawed her ways out from under it. Vivian stayed in a defensive crouch, her ears flicking, listening for any sound to catch a hold of. Her eyes stared intently at the creature, watching or any sigh of movement. And her tail swished back and forth like a cat about to pounce. Blood dripped from her nails and onto the cold floor. A growl was emitting itself from her throat.
Vivian examined the thing that had nearly crushed her to death. It was mostly orange and white, but with bright red staining both. It was also furry with cute rounded ears atop its head. And it was howling as it rolled around on the floor. Was it a. . . .Bear? And had it spoke? "Excuse me." Vivian said, she felt stupid as she spoke to the howling in pain, bleeding white and orange blur. Now she was dieing to go through that door. It took several tries, several times she was caught and redirected. But each try got her closer to her escape rout. It took her weeks for her to completely map out her escape route. And that door was either going to be another failure or would be the last obstacle between her and freedom.
The howling thing froze, its cute rounded ears, very much unlike her own, perked up, before beady black eyes stared up at her from the floor. "Are you the newest member?" He asked her.
"Don't make me laugh. I would never join this crew." She straightened to a standing position, and it did too. She moved to the side to get to the door, and it did too. "Is that the exit?" She asked the bear.
"Yes."
"Then let me out." Ha! So the bear and that door were the only things that were in her way. Mow them down and she'd be out, she'd never have to see the Surgeon of Death again. Never have to fear that he'd do something to her in her sleep ever again.
"I can't do that."
"But you can talk." She pointed out. Of corse it could talk, but not let her through!
"Sorry." the bear said ducking it's head as a cloud of depression crowded above his head. She gave him a weird look and tried to get past him again. "We're submerged." It said, snapping out of whatever little mood that had just been.
"Submerged?"
"Yes, underwater." The girl before him froze, the only movement was the slight flick of her ears. Even her tail had gone still. "You say we're underwater?"
The bear nodded "Yes."
"As in if I go through that door I'll be letting water into this ship? O-or if I run out, I'll be running right into the ocean?" Well that sucked. It appeared that more then that bear and the door stood between her and her so called freedom. Vivian wanted to smack herself for her shaky voice as she spoke to the polar bear.
"Yes. That's why I stopped you."
"Oh. Thank god. I'm sorry I hurt you. Let's get Law to fix you up." She grabbed on of his paws in both of her delicate hands and pulled her back to the room she was all too familiar with. "He's a doctor, a surgeon actually." She informed the polar bear, dragging him to the infirmary. Then she went to the door next to it down the hall. She knocked on it and began speaking, hoping she had his attention. "Hello, Mr. Law? I hurt a talking polar bear wearing an orange jumpsuit and boots." She raised her hand to knock again when the door opened and he caught her hand inches from his body. He examined her bloody hand and then glanced at the one at her side.
"Go wash up." He told her. Then went to the infirmary to assess the damage she had done to his first mate.
A tidbit of information I recently found out: Everyone here is aware of the 12 Chinese zodiacs right? Well did you know the white tiger is one? I believe it happens every 60 years. Look it up, it's interesting if you like that kind of thing.
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