Well, let's party, next chapter's here! I hope you guys enjoy my writing, thank you all for great reviews, as well as favourites and follows, they keep me pumped up:P There will be something akin to fluff (well, as much as Yuki is able to:P) and probable OOC-ness in this chapter, so just don't kill me, ok? It'll get better:)

I regret nothing~

And Oda still won't share. Just one night with Law is really all I ask for though...

Enjoy! :)

"Party, guys! We have loads of things to celebrate today!" Shachi was running around the submarine, shouting his head off. He went to Yuki's room without knocking (not that she mind that) and exclaimed happily, "Come on, Yuki-chan! Let's go party! Everyone's there you know, and cook's made something delicious! We have booze and stuff, and we'll be getting our share of gold!"

Yuki couldn't help smiling at her excited friend. She was sitting on her enormous bed, trying to organize all the clothes this fight get her. Apparently, there were quite a few girls in their enemy's crew, so all girly clothes automatically became hers. Free of charge, because, as Penguin stated "If not for you, we wouldn't even bother looking at these things."

Yet, she couldn't just go party. Her thoughts were spinning, proceeding the moment of enlightenment she had, which she kept for herself since their plunder. "I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, come on! You're one of the reasons why we have this feast, after all! Not every day you start talking again!" Shachi looked at her, making puppy eyes. "Pwease?"

Yuki laughed, melodically and with pleasure, happy with her new voice. "Alright, alright... Just give me five minutes to choose something to wear."

Shachi nodded and made his way back, but something caught his eye. "Oh... You took that?" he pointed at long, emerald dress hanging on the doorframe.

Yuki blushed. After they won a fight and Law was done patching them up (mostly, patching her up, which, given the fact he was still fussing about her first words, wasn't nice experience) they went to explore their loot. Shachi, Law and Yuki discovered whole cabin filled with girly clothing, and both guys declared they would help her choose (Law with sadistic smirk on his face), as there were too much to fit in her room anyway. Actually, they both were great help, but then, something weird happened. Law stopped in front of that dress, touched it gently, and bitten his lip. He probably thought they don't see him, but Yuki did. And then, he shook his head, murmuring something like "unpractical... and she wouldn't wear it anyway..." and went to another wardrobe. She had absolutely no reason to pick up the dress after that, and was absolutely oblivious why she did.

"Erm... I thought it would suit me... Like, if I ever needed anything like that..." she blushed even more, earning an interested look from her friend.

"Well, good choice it is, it's exactly the colour of your eyes. More importantly, come on, we need you on the party! You know, as a reason to drink booze for, that at least!" Shachi smiled and closed her door behind him. She sighed, watching him go.

…

Parties on yellow submarine always took place in main cabin. Even if, as right now, were they on surface. This room was just special, and that's all it was to it.

Cabin had two rows of small, round windows on one wall, and beside that, was nicely lit – not with sharp, white light from infirmary but soft, warm kind, similar to candles. Walls were painted with light colours, making relaxing atmosphere. Right now, in one corner stood musical trio and in the middle – big table with grand feast on it. There were also cards, all other kinds of games, booze and all needed for real, pirate's party. Currently, all the stools were busy – Yuki found herself sitting beside Shachi and Penguin; in front of her was Bepo. What she couldn't understand was why Law had to sit exactly between her ginger friend and the bear.

For the party, she decided to wear black jeans, but for very long time couldn't decide which top to choose. Then, the one caught her eye, and she took it, wide smirk on her face. It was electric-green one, with black letters saying: "Genius has side effects". Zipped, black hoodie completed the image.

Talks, laughs, dancing and singing started, first toast were made and all the crew busied themselves with eating and drinking. Law leaned slowly in Yuki's direction, trademark smirk on his face.

"Nice T-shirt."

"Thanks" Yuki managed not to blush, and smirked back, taking some nice-looking salad for herself. "I think it suits perfectly one spindly person I know."

Law frowned, wondering if she meant him, which says she actually consider him a genius... Wait, had that insolent Yukionna just said "spindly"? He shrugged, deciding it would be best answer for now, and went back to sulking.

Yuki chuckled. "I can't believe what I said back then hurt your ego so much."

Law turned his half-faked, fussed gaze at her. "Because you lied."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"Did not."

"Do too."

They both looked at each other and burst into laughing, successfully scaring the hell out of Heart Pirates. Seeing their Captain even sincerely smiling was a rare sight.

"Alright, you know, you were covered in blood, not yours, not to mention sweat, dirt and seawater; don't tell me that concoction doesn't stink." Yuki managed to say between giggles.

"Ah, but I didn't mean that you lied in that case; I made sure to check myself either I do stink or not. No, I mean you lied when you told me that was the reason you wanted me to let you go."

Yuki blushed against her will, trying to glare at Law's winning smirk. "That's..."

"ALRIGHT GUYS! LET'S MOVE IT! DANCING, DANCING!"

Shachi exclaimed, his voice slightly giggly due to his fifth booze. Yuki swallowed whole glass worth of rum in one go, thankful for interruption. "Bring it on!"

…

She sat on the railing, her feet swinging above the ocean. Her raven hair dancing in light breeze, emerald eyes looking somewhere past the horizon. A sigh escaped her lips, followed by whispered song.

One sails the seas... Of life and beliefs...

The storms will lead you home...

"You sang this song back then, didn't you..." came familiar voice from behind. Law made himself comfortable beside, handing her one of two bottles with rum he got with him. Party ended quite awhile ago, given that only conscious participants were Law, who didn't want more comments about how he was ruining their alcohol supplies, and Yuki, who retreated to her room somewhere in the middle, claiming she's sleepy. In fact, what she needed was some privacy and fresh air to think the events of the day over in peace.

"...I know." Somehow, she didn't really mind his interrupting this time. She needed to tell somebody sooner or later.

"You remembered." that wasn't a question. Law sat close, but not overly so, supporting himself with his hands. He, too, looked somewhere far at the ocean, probably also lost in thought.

"...Not everything; just a bit, actually." she still didn't look at him.

"Tell me." well... of course he wouldn't leave that alone anyway. Yuki sighed. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"That song... I remember my mother used to sing it for me, ever since I was little. That town you found me in was my hometown; I had a mother there, and younger sisters." Law waited patiently for her to continue.

"All of them died. And... I. I was the one who did this. I don't remember how, or why, but it is all my fault." she ended, her hand shaking lightly on a bottle.

"So, the mystery of surprisingly stubborn desire to die solved, I guess. But, you know what, Yukionna?" she looked him in the eye, question hanging in the air. "I couldn't care less." He said with overconfident smirk.

Yuki looked at him, completely baffled. First emotion that came over her was anger, I mean, how's that bastard even dare to say something like this after he told me to tell him?! Next was disappointment; she didn't know why, but she actually thought he was going to somehow comfort her. And then, she finally realized.

It was the same thing as when he told her why he saved her; that time, in the infirmary. He said something cruel, but said it in such a way she knew he's doing it only to keep his "sarcastic, cruel pirate captain" mask on. A strange gentleness and kindness, buried deep inside that creepy individual of the Surgeon of Death.

She stood up, smiling happily and feeling much better. Law really didn't care – he wasn't going to judge her despite all she might have done in the past. And, as she understood it now, nor did any other crewman. She looked at him, letting Law see just a glint of gratitude in her eyes, and gave him quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Trafalgar Law."

And with that, she was off inside the submarine, leaving the Captain of Heart Pirates alone and slightly shocked. He groaned quietly, wondering if it was really a good idea to let such an annoying person on his ship. Nevertheless, when Law was sure nobody was peeking, he let one tattooed finger caress a frustratingly heated skin on a particular place on his cheek. Strange, he thought. Just what kind of reaction could have cause it to became so warm?