Well in this part Kidd comes out, I promise, I tried to made him like a Scottish kind of man (since the real pirate was Scottish and I wanted to use it since a long time ago), so he will be using a bit of the slang and clothes, but I don't know if the descriptions are to accurate (also if you don't understand the slang ask me), so if you can't imagine him with the strange costume, go see Elyon's art cos she drew him perfectly.
The following week - trapped in this strange place - was one of the worst ones in the tanned boy's life. The first days, Law devoted himself to remain in bed, fighting the fever and nightmares that assaulted him whenever he closed his eyes. His life consisted of waking up between terrified pants covered in sweat, and falling back unconscious in the deepest darkness of the world.
The dark haired woman kept attending him all the time, bringing him food even before Law realized that he was hungry, or changing the bloody bandages with new ones every evening, trying to heal him stubbornly.
After the initial days of confusion and pain, Law finally regained some strength and, at least, was able to get to the main room without passing out from exhaustion with just a few steps. It was then, when he began to speak with the people that stayed in the main room - the ones that were still looking at him with suspicion - and he began to understand a little how this place worked.
The men of the first day, who had been playing cards and chatting, were called Ace, Zoro and Franky, and apparently they were three of several clan soldiers, and were now resting from patrols within the woods.
Law sometimes played cards with them or listened to their stories of conquests between jars of honey beer, but behind the smiles and laughter they shared, Law couldn't help noticing the uncomfortable tension within the place whenever he entered the room and tried to strike up a conversation. The dark haired boy tried to get some information during the talks about the clan, on which side they were or if they knew something, but, just like him, they hadn't trusted him yet, so nobody ever let go anything compromising and Law finally gave up.
After a few days Law even stopped trying to socialize with anyone and he just hid himself in his mind as the curious and almost annoyed looks keep surrounding him.
Still, Law realized after a few days that the clan was just too small. After three days of studying the locals, Law had counted only twenty men and women, who were clearly insufficient to keep a clan in the north alive. Yet, when he asked Robin about that problem -the only one that still spoke to him during Law's bandage change, and the one who seemed to be almost like the mother of the place- she just smiled and whispered a few words that left him even more confused.
"We're not like other men, honey. We don't need so many people to defend ourselves from enemies we are much more... resistant than the rest" she whispered as she covered his wound with a new roll of clean bandages. "In any case donna worry about those details and just focus on recovering, when Kidd arrives with the rest of the men, he will want to question you, and you would need a sharp mind" she said with that conspiratorial smile.
Law had repeated the words on his mind for several days trying to gasp their meaning, but as much as he observed the men playing cards or the kids running around, he saw no apparent difference between him and the huge men. They were loud trained soldiers, but they didn't have anything different like some sort of immortal strength or power that could save them from arrows or swords. After hours of thinking Law dismissed the strange comment, claiming that they were just words of pride from Robin to his clan, and that they didn't bore any deeper meaning.
Sometimes some teenagers also came to the castle looking for advice from Robin or for some snack to put into their mouth. Luffy was one of them. The teenager seemed too crazy, happy and hyper for Law to keep up in that time of mourning and recovery. At first glance the child had an intelligent look that he clearly was trying to hide behind that mindless appearance, and he looked like someone, Law will smoothly get along with despite the age difference. As with Zoro who adored swords. As with the doctor who loved botany.
But since the massacre Law wasn't the same.
The person staring back at him from the broken mirror in his room wasn't the one he had once been. HIs gray eyes had now a hard look on them and dark circles thanks to the nightmares, they didn't resemble his dreamy and cheerful look from just days ago. Even the way he walked and stood had changed. When once he had been standing towering and proud, as the heir he was, with his chin up and a confident look, with rosy cheeks and a trail of badly cut beard on his face; now, he could barely stand. His face was pale after losing so much blood and having spent so much time outdoors in the cold, the clothing he was wearing was too big for him, and he simply gave up the appearance of some looser about to die.
It was the perfect image for someone who had stopped caring about his appearance, for someone who no longer had anyone to impress.
But still the hardest blow had been for his personality.
Law saw it every day. If this had happened a few days before the incident, Law wouldn't have hesitated to start talking with the strangers, asking them about their traditions and their lives in the strange forest. Without doubt he would have unraveled the secrets of the dark forest around him, he would have made Robin explain her words, discussed things with Luffy, Zoro and Franky trying to satisfy his curiosity about these people. Now, however, he did nothing. Law now sat in the chair by the window in the more isolated and darkest part and observed the forest through the window all day.
He could spend hours there, remembering every scene from the last moments of his family. The screams, the blood. Again and again while the tea in his hands cooled down, and till a concerned Robin called him again to eat a dish that, at the end, he will never taste.
Law knew the people kept talking about him, about his strange behavior or the gaping wound in his side. The dark haired man heard the soft whispers and the tense and almost plaintive looks many of them sent his way. He still had the feeling that there was something they weren't telling him, something they were hiding from him, Robin even took the children away, and as if afraid they would tell him something he shouldn't know
However, Law didn't attempt to find it out. He had his own secrets to hide.
Hours turned into days and days into weeks. Tomorrow morning, 'Kidd', the patriarch of this clan, and the one who had spent days solving problems with the bandits in the west part of the forest will arrive. Tomorrow, the man would finally decide his future. The whole clan seemed to be awaiting his return and all were busy cleaning the place and preparing a huge welcome feast for the man. Now Robin paid nearly no attention to him with how busy she was with preparing everything, but Law didn't care about it because he was arranging his own plans.
Tomorrow, when the men arrived, he would try to convince that patriarch to help him in his revenge. According to what he had seen, that clan was far away from the rest of the northern clans and, clearly, they don't have anything in common with the enemy who had massacred his family. In any case they seemed neutral and, therefore, they could become allies if Law was able to convince the man. Law was prepared to offer his own icy lands -those that at least had a bit of light in contrast to the dark forest- if that helped convincing the clan leader. After all, they were the clan of the black forest, and although they weren't so many, they were surely strong enough to kill Law's enemies.
At least it would be better than to fight alone.
Law didn't entirely trust them yet. After the stunning slaughter that his family had suffered, confidence was something that Law couldn't afford, so at the end he decided to just seen the patriarch with his own eyes, and decided after if he could trust the man. He refused to say who he was or where he lived. He will see first. Then he will decide.
However, for now, Law had only heard whispers and a few comments about the mysterious head of the clan while the soldiers thought he wasn't paying attention. Apparently the young master seemed to be one of the strongest men who had ever set foot in that frozen land, and, according to the stories told by his proud men, no one seemed able to face him in a battle without ending up dead or severely wounded.
Law had also heard stories that showed that the man was intelligent and not just a barbarian with more muscles than brain. He had heard stories that told how, with only nine years old, he had been the youngest man to take control over the clan, and how, since then, had managed to make the mutilated and almost extinct clan become the great family that it was now.
Law had understood that the man -that now was almost thirty- would be an imposing opponent to fight with, and that he will be someone hard to convince to help him. The man had fought for his people since he had been just a child, Law was just a boy of twenty six years without any experience ruling over a clan. Law couldn't become a threat to the formidable man, but still he wouldn't give up, he had to take revenge on those who had destroyed his clan, and he needed this man and his clan as allies.
Law pulled at the blanket over his shoulders, slightly intimidated by his thoughts. He watched Robin cooking dinner for that night at the huge fireplace, while supervising Nami, who was making the stupidly big cake for tomorrow.
Law relied on his intelligence and his abilities, his father had often told him that he could become a minister in the capital if he wanted, with the mind he had. The dark haired boy knew that he could convince any man of whatever he wanted. Even that the sky was green. But what worried him the most was one of the phrases he had heard a couple of soldiers whispering as they argued about whether their boss would accept Law in their ranks or if he would send him the way he had come.
An issue that had become one of the favorite talking topics since he had arrived.
"He won't be able to leave the boy in the open with that cold" the first man discussed among loud whispers "He looks like he had returned from the dead, to throw him outside would be a death sentence. No one is so cruel, even Kidd won't allow such a thing".
"But the lord hates outsiders" the other had emphasized as they put their heads together conspiratorially "Even more the one's of his kind".
'Hates outsiders' That was the phrase that kept haunting Law's mind, because, after losing everything, after being forced to flee and escape his own home, if there was something that Law had become, it was a stranger in his own land.
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When the men arrived, Law was, as every day, sitting by the window with his hands still clenched around the cup as if longing for the lost warmth, and with a thin blanket of orange wool sheltering him from the cold. The dark haired boy had his bare feet still frozen from the cold stone floor of the place and from the clothes they had given him, which were still too big and thin from what Law was used to wear.
But still he couldn't complain. This was better than nothing, and Robin and the other men were too busy preparing the feast, to make them waste any time finding a pair of socks and warmer clothes for him.
His metallic eyes kept getting lost in the dark recesses of the forest on the other side of the window. Neither had he left the castle because of his precarious unhealthy state, nor had he ventured among tall trees. Law had only observed it from his lone place beside the window. But curiously the unsettling dark forest helped soothing and relaxing his mind. The branches of the trees were so dense and thick that Law could only see darkness where the light of the castle disappeared. Not even the snow was falling. Not even the wind blew. It was a dense and deep black mass of trees that, day after day, kept calling him to go with them and leave behind the warm and comforting castle.
To get lost in its muddy paths and discover its secrets. Calling him to die between its deep roots.
If Law continued to resist the temptation of suicide and death, it was simply for his revenge, for the last duty he had as the heir of his clan. Law only lived now for his revenge, and he could only count the hours and minutes until his ally and lord of the castle arrived, so the dark haired boy could try to convince him to join his battle.
Law was almost as anxious as the men of the clan preparing for the arrival of his master.
So, when the doors of the main hall -those who had always been closed, hiding the most important room of the castle- opened wide, letting in the cold breeze from outside and the smell of wet earth and snow, Law could just turn around impatient to see his future savior.
Dozens of soldiers covered in furs and metal entered the room, suddenly moaning in pleasure to feel the warm air against their face after days of walking through the frozen forest. Some shouted and waved to friends and family, others ran toward the jugs of beer that Robin had put on a sideboard, and the older ones just fell on the empty banks tired of the trip.
Law opened his eyes surprised by the group of men, because all of them were huge.
Law couldn't help noticing that each and every one of the smiling big men was, at least, two meters high. Law instantly compared them with huge growling bears greeting each other as they scattered around the room, instantly filling the atmosphere with a cozy and warm feeling that a clan always must have. The young soldiers who wore bright decorated wrought iron armors laughed among themselves, bragging about their love exploits as they approached the women cooking on the fire. The adults ignored them as they ran to soak their braided beards with a jar of mulled wine or meat, and sit by the fire evaluating how the mission had gone.
However, the dark haired boy almost lost all hope to see such barbaric beasts pacing in front of him without any education or respect.
Many of them looked at Law sideways dedicating him hateful glances, others just smiled at him amazed, but the most of them just ignored him and no one even spared him the slightest word or greeting.
Law quickly lost his good humor and willingness to ask anything from those beasts. That kind of people would be impossible to coordinate for a specific attack, they were too big, too noisy, too arrogant. They won't obey any order.
Law almost gave up his vengeance.
Or at least until he laid his eyes on the last and greatest man coming through the huge door.
Unlike the rest of men, content and happy to arrive at home, this man wasn't smiling at all. He just wore a serious and hard expression, like someone who doesn't have time for bullshit. His hair was of a bright red scarlet, and, although he seemed to be one of the youngest men in the room, with his imposing physique and his angry face, the man left completely clear who gave orders there.
Law could only stare at the head of this strange clan in the middle of a legendary forest.
The dark haired boy had never seen such a man. He was like one of the warriors emerged from the legends his mother told him.
The scarlet tousled locks fell over his forehead framing harsh and angular features that would make a woman faint just by seeing him. Some strands of hair had been braided in knots of intricate designs following the northern tradition. They were a mark that designated him as the patriarch of the clan, but they seemed almost natural in the man's unruly hair.
His eyes were a strange amber color, almost dark gold, with long red eyelashes framing them and an acute intelligence dancing in their gilded depths. His intense eyes, with his angry expression, and his clenched jaw, showed a quite intimidating picture, and when the man scrutinized everything around him with studied order, he looked like a predator studying his territory in search of something out of order.
Law then looked down slightly, focusing on the broad shoulders of the man, who could be twice his own without problem, and the strong and powerful chest muscles under them. Despite the heavy fur coat and the tight tunic of maroon wool he was wearing, Law could see every curve of every abb and every line of each pectoral of the redhead's chest.
The man was just perfection.
Warriors like him no longer existed in this world, no matter how much they trained, no man could get so many muscles without selling his soul. Law almost had to close his mouth that had fallen open when seeing him.
Someone like him couldn't really exist in this world.
The imposing man took two long steps entering the room following another blonde, and Law could almost feel the sound of his heavy feet sheathed in leather boots echoing through the room. The redhead moved with agility and elegance that weren't normal for someone his size, but that strangely resembled one of those cats that roamed the mountains in search of prey to catch. Law could only fix his gaze on his strong legs and get hypnotized by the movements of powerful muscles moving under perfect tight clothing. However, his scrutiny didn't last long when the stunning redhaired man stopped abruptly, closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose as if he had smelled something that bothered him.
"…Where's the idiot who's dared set a foot in this castle?" the man asked to the crowded room with a hoarse and low voice that raised every hair on the tanned boy's body.
Law closed his eyes, trying to control his stunned mind and the strange reactions of his body, and focus on the problem at hand. The room had fallen silent after the question of the patriarch, and Law instantly felt several pairs of eyes boring into his head, condemning him.
There was his confrontation, his chance, what he had expected. Now he needed to convince this imposing warrior that he was completely harmless and that he needed his help. Now he needed to manipulate the most impressive warrior he had never seen.
Sighing deeply, the tanned man reopened his eyes to the silent room and his eyes instantly got caught in the golden polls that were the eyes of the man called 'Kidd' who was still standing in the middle of the room. Law's breath caught in his chest when he felt all the intensity and fury of the man, focused entirely on him.
"Who are you?" the man asked with a loud voice full of disgust that made the question echo in the enormous and now silent room.
But Law suddenly couldn't speak. The pressure, the panic of failure, the stunning look of that man. It was too much. The words stuck in his throat without deigning to leave.
Instantly the murmurs and laughter arose around him while a nervous but still smiling Robin approached the redhead, trying to explain the situation. "We found him in the woods ..." she muttered to the man quickly, "he was about to die" "He knows nothing".
The redhead instead pushed the woman away smoothly, and walked steadily across the room to where Law sat, still with his hands around the cup of tea and with his foot bared on the chair next to the window. Law suddenly felt too small and helpless as the redhead stopped next to him and bent over him trying clearly to intimidate him.
"Who. Are. You. Bastard?" He repeated again with a low and restrained tone. As if he could scarcely contain his anger. Law almost trembled before the huge man, having him so close, the redhead was looking at him as if he could kill him right there.
But suddenly, Law's mind started working again.
After a week without murmuring more than two words a day, after a week without allowing himself to feel absolutely anything fearing of the agony that awaited him if he did, Law felt the anger and sense of aggravation flooding his veins.
Maybe the man was the head of that clan of towering men, he may reign over the black dangerous forest and he may be the very definition of a warrior with braided red hair and powerful muscles.
But so was Law.
He now had become the chief of his destroyed clan, now he also was a warrior who would destroy everything in its path in pursuit of revenge. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He wasn't inferior to this man, and, of course, Law didn't have to stand the man's horrible temper or his stunning lack of education. So, glaring at the redhead in front of him with his own silvery gaze, he replied:
"Someone who will break your face if you dare insult me again" he finally answered with all the arrogance he had, and with a fake smile on his face.
Silence filled the room again while Law watched the redhead's eyes open in surprise, and turn from the icy hateful glance from the beginning to one that seemed almost full of respect and fascination. As if suddenly he had seen Law for the first time and had liked what he had found.
Law gulped, convincing himself that this look had only been part of his imagination.
Still, Law didn't have much time to notice the redhead's impressed eyes, when the whole room erupted in laughter and the redhead turned away from him as if Law suddenly burned. Law looked totally dazed at his environment, while the men, old and young, looked at him happily and laughing.
"We must recognize, that the lad is brave" whispered the blond man with long hair and a face crossed by long, deep scars, who had entered a moment before with the redhead.
"I think we will get along pretty well" continued another man with black hair, bared chest and strange net trousers.
The redhead however quickly changed his attitude again and clenched his fists as he angrily stared at Law.
Law knew in that moment, that any chance he might have had to convince the man to help his cause, had disappeared with his last comment. Indeed, just watching his teeth and the look of pure hatred that the man was sending Law's way, he knew that if he told his story now, the man would only send him to the enemy clan in a gift box.
His mother had always told him that he had to think before speaking, because he had a very volatile temper that could cause him problems. Law now wondered if it was now time to learn controlling this little problem and listen to his wise mother.
"Come with me" the redhead said instead, ignoring the laughter of the men around them drinking and talking happily, and grabbing Law's arm forcing him to rise from the chair sharply.
Law instantly gritted his teeth containing a cry of pain, when the stitches of the wound on his torso, opened with the sudden movement, and began to bleed, staining the clean bandages.
With a grimace of discomfort on his face, Law released his arm from the redhead's hand and pressed on the wound in his side, trying to stop the bleeding while he took deep breaths to contain the searing pain.
Motherfucker.
Cursing under his breath, but refusing to show the slightest weakness in front of the imposing red-haired monster, Law stood proud on his ground and turned his face to yell at the idiot. But the tanned boy could only stare surprised at the almost frightened look the motionless big man in front of him was suddenly sending his way. Law again found himself speechless and the whole argument in his mind vanishing in seconds. Was the man worried? Regretting what he had done? Because he had hurt him? Why?
Law frowned and wanted to ask, however, before Law could say something about that strange moment, the man remade his expression to the hard and serious one, and simply tugged at him to follow.
But this time with much more delicacy and care.
Law, stunned by what had just happened and without knowing much else to do, just obeyed the man and followed him among the people that were returning to pay attention to their family and friends. Some men turned to look at him curiously. Others sent him amused smiles and nods. Law only followed the redhead to the door of the main hall and beyond it to the entrance of the castle built into the ground. They quickly crossed the two dark and huge rooms that had clearly been empty for a long time and Law said nothing as the man opened the massive front door and left the castle to walk into the dark and ancient forest.
Law was still barefoot and the clothes he was wearing were too thin for the northern climate, but he only clenched his teeth and continued walking behind the redhead until the tall trees of the black forest surrounded them.
Wet leaves crunched under the soles of his feet, wounding and freezing his skin with their sharp edges. The icy north wind that blew under the thin blanket covering him made Law tremble, and even the wound at his side seemed to start hurting more as they moved away from the first line of trees illuminated by the light of the castle, and into the deep dark interior of the woods.
But Law still remained silent, not complaining in the least, knowing that his survival depended on the conversation he was going to have with the redhead.
The man continued to walk a few more steps into the nightmare woods, and finally stopped in front of a dark and hidden oak that raised its twisted and huge branches to the canopy of the forest, creating the thick blanket over them.
Without saying anything, the redhead turned to face him, and this time, Law noted that he seemed to have a much more quiet and curious look on his face. As if suddenly he had put his thoughts in order, or as if Law suddenly interested him.
Law gave him a suspicious look fearing the worse. Had the man recognized him? Did he know who Law was? Would he sell him to his enemies? Law couldn't remember seeing this man before or having ever heard of a clan living in the dark forest that made border with his own land, his father had never mentioned them. Had his father hidden the information from him? Was there something he wasn't remembering?
There were so many questions.
"What's ya'r name?" the man with bright red hair asked approaching Law. Quickly invading his personal space again in another attempt of intimidation "How did ya find this place?"
His golden eyes had again that intense and serious hue that got on Law's nerves so quickly, and the man would not stop looking at him for a damn second, as if Law had something he found fascinating. Law even thought for a moment that the man seemed to be smelling him like a dog sniffing a new person, but that would have been stupid.
Law, uncomfortably, swallowed hard. Still, when he tried to back off a few steps from the laird of the clan, the man followed him until they ended in the same starting position, intimately close, and Law finally resigned to the inevitable.
As much as the whole situation disturbed him, as much as he wanted to get away from that perfect man to keep some mental health, Law knew that he also had to give something up. He had to play by the rules of this man. If he want to find shelter, he not only needed to let the man play that stupid act of intimidation, he also needed to give the man something that could convince him to let him stay in his castle, at least, until he has healed completely. He needed to be a harmless victim.
"My name is ... Water Law" he said using the maiden name of his mother. The name of his father was too well known in the north and Law didn't want to give more clues about his identity to the redhead. He still didn't know if he could trust him after the fight they had had a moment ago "and I didn't found the place, I just woke up here. I don't know exactly where I am" he simply replied.
"Where are ye from?" the laird continued asking. Without even doubting his answers and closing their bodies even more until Law's nose nearly hit the man's collarbone.
The tanned boy, angry and nervous, bit his lip as the redhead took another deep breath against his hair sniffing again. But he refused to look up to show up the huge height difference between them. In contrast, he only focused his gaze on the pale collarbone and strong chest he could see through the thin red shirt the man was wearing.
How could he have such pecs? How could someone be so attractive? Law clenched his fists, tensing, completely drowning in the body heat from the older man. God this was too much temptation, his mind was beginning to lose concentration and it wasn't just thanks to the cold or the searing pain of his wound.
"I-I'm from the South, a village next to Rhewlif" he lied with the first location he could think of.
This time the man looked at him seriously, for a long time, as if he knew he was lying. Law just prayed that the other believed him and ceased to stare his head with those golden eyes. Law didn't know if he would last long with this farce, his head was clouding, and having that imposing man so close, was damaging his ability to lie.
Law helplessly shivered in the cold place while hiding under the blanket covering his shoulders. He couldn't feel his toes anymore and even the steam escaping his mouth with every breath looked weaker by each passing second.
It was then, with that small gesture of weakness from his part, that the man's pose changed again.
Without looking at his face the dark haired boy could see perfectly how the redhead tensed at his gesture. He saw his hands move closed to his body in an attempt to protect him from the cold with a hug, however, like remembering in the last moment that Law was the enemy and that he shouldn't comfort him, he stopped halfway remaining in an awkward and stupid gesture that created a tense silence between them.
Again stunned by the protective attitude of a man he barely knew, Law looked up and glared at the redhead without understanding what was happening. But the redhead instead avoided his gaze, finally backed away a good distance from him and turned his back to Law while passing a hand over his face in a frustrated gesture.
Law glared at the redhead. Why was he acting like that? Did he think that Law needed to be protected and taken care off? Was that the reason he had been so delicate? Why had he changed his tone to that friendly one? Did he think Law was someone who couldn't even stay outside in the cold?
Because Law was not weak.
Law would rather die before letting another person feel sorry for him, he didn't need anyone to pitying him or to helping him just out of compassion. He didn't deserve such treatment nor will it be of any use to him. He needed warriors who would fight by his side to annihilate his enemies, not worried mothers that wanted to look after him.
Unconsciously he clenched his fists in anger. If the image he was giving now was that of a helpless and homeless boy who had nothing in life, his ancestors would be screaming of shame in their graves. How was he supposed to defeat his enemies in this way? They would laugh in his face if they see him that way.
"D'ya have a home to return to?" asked the redhead then, returning him to the world. Although again using that low and quiet tone people used to reassure a crying child, and still not turning to face him.
Law wearily repeated the question in his mind. A home? Any place to come back? The tanned boy shivered again but for a different reason. Instantly the anger that had been invading him vanished to be replaced by the purest pain and cold emptiness. Yes, he had a home, one that now lay buried under layers of snow and ashes. He had a home, he now had a burned land and a useless title. But they didn't mean anything to him. He had no one to share them with anyway.
"No" he replied as dryly as he could, trying to control his voice despite the impotence and pain he felt.
The redhead sighed beside him at his response and turned, with his hands in his pockets, to look at the castle surrounded protected by black branches of trees. The laughter and the warmth of the fire escaped through the windows, the smell of grilled food surrounded them, the cries of children and the laughter of the soldiers invited them to enter.
Almost like a paradise a few steps away.
However, the silence grew between them long and cold, and Law only shivered once more in the cold wind of the night, completely away from that paradise. The redhead was thinking, reaching a decision about his future. Law was again too immersed in black memories too try to urge him.
"All right," the man finally said turning to look at him "you can stay".
Law nodded with a sigh of relief at his words. At least he would recover from his wounds before resuming his revenge, at least he could rest and see if he could finally trust this man and make him his ally.
"... But ya'll stay with me" the redhead added quickly frowning at his face of relief "I donna trust you and I donna want to cause any more trouble to my people because of you."
Law glared at him. He preferred to stay with Robin rather than with this rude attractive man. Law knew he could end up trying to kill one possible ally if the redhead insulted him again. He won't have enough patience to deal with the man's bullshit. For a moment Law fought against the decided look of the redhead, wanting to protest.
He did not trust the man, but for now that didn't matter. To live with the redhead would help him to know and understand if the man could become a potential ally or not. Law would have time to judge the man while he recovered.
If he healed and he didn't think of the redhead worth an ally, Law would leave that forest and never return. Maybe it was better to live with that idiot. This way no bonds would form with the people here that could hinder him when he went away. He wouldn't miss Robin or the other soldiers he had been playing cards with for days, trying to cheer himself with their laughter.
There wasn't anything to worry about when living with this man. Everything was under control.
Without taking his eyes off of the man's golden ones, Law nodded, accepting the deal.
And finally they are together as they should be, hope you are liking the story