To do Law's schedule I've based i ton how Medicine is structured at my university, I have no idea how it is at other places.
I have decided, and this is a spoiler of the latest manga chapters, that I will not put Law's chest tattoo in here. To be honest, I probably won't write about it until Oda tells us the story behind it.
Chapter 4: Jobs
With the start of the school year, Trafalgar Law's routine changed considerably in comparison to what it had been like during the summer holidays.
Though this year was different to the previous ones. Studying medicine, contrary to most other careers, in the last year, if you didn't have anything failed from previous ones, you had to do the final project and internship, but there was no subject for which you needed to go to class and study for the final exams.
That didn't mean Law didn't need to study, of course, just that he didn't have to go to class. Either way, the time he had spent during the previous years at the classroom was now spent at the hospital: six hours in the morning, four days a week for the whole school year. He had Fridays free this year, something he was glad of due to his other activities.
Law wasn't as ingenuous as other students were and knew that, in order to keep up with the practice he learnt and to minimize the risk of messing up, he would need to keep studying daily.
He was excited about the practices, of course, after all they were the first approach to real work as a doctor he would experience, but from the first day Law knew that between them and his final project, which he had to begin working on as soon as possible, he had to organize his time to not waste as much as most of his classmates did.
That day was Saturday afternoon and he had woken up a couple of hours ago after a night of work. Before the year started, he'd decided to spend the weekends at the mansion to be with his family. Of course, he'd first checked with Doflamingo to make sure it wouldn't reduce his income. The man told him it wouldn't affect anything, though suggested he should compensate by sleeping in his room. Law hadn't complained.
Now he was sitting at one of the garden's many tables, his practice schedule before him along with two other schedules, one of them showing his work hours every week and the time he slept before and after them, and in the third one he had put the time he guessed would take him to work on his project and the time needed to study what he had learnt the previous years.
It was in moments like those that Trafalgar Law felt so grateful for having such a good memory. With some luck, this year the shadows under his eyes wouldn't reach the extremes they had the previous ones.
Two huge hands appeared on his shoulders and began to trail down his arms.
"I'm busy, Donquixote-ya." He said, not lifting his eyes from the papers.
"Can't you stop even for a moment?" The man asked, his breath brushing over Law's neck.
"It depends for what: to fuck, no."
Doflamingo chuckled.
"No, it's not to fuck. Though I wouldn't complain."
Law closed the pen and left it on the table.
"What do you need?"
Doflamingo stepped away from behind him and plopped down on one of the other chairs around the table, next to Law.
"You see, since a month or so ago we've had some leaks, so I asked Vergo and Monet to investigate it. Last night they brought who seems to be the culprit."
"And you want me to talk to him and discover if he's the only one, who he works for and what's it he's looking for, right?" Law finished for him with a lopsided smirk.
Doflamingo's grin grew.
"Exactly. After all, you're the best at this."
"That's right, but what do I gain from this?"
"Isn't it enough helping your beloved boss to solve a problem?"
Law lifted an eyebrow.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
Doflamingo chuckled again.
"No, leave it. Fifty thousand for the job, a hundred if you obtain all the information."
Law stood up.
"Alright, I'll go get my things. Where is he?"
"At the basement, the room next to the garage."
Doflamingo was sitting on one of the loungers surrounding the pool next to Vergo, talking about not-so-important things while having a drink when he saw Law coming out from the door that went from the garden to the basement.
The boy's expression was serious and he was washing his hands on a wet towel. Doflamingo didn't miss the blood stains that covered both Law's shirt and part of his arms.
"How's it gone?" He asked.
Law took the cup he had in his hand and sat on one of the empty loungers.
"Our friend's real name is Jyabura, not Johnny as he'd said. He works for Crocodile, who apparently is convinced someone wants him dead and has decided to investigate every 'threat' he can think of. Jyabura knows there is someone else infiltrated, but doesn't know their name."
"You sure?" Vergo asked skeptically, and Law glared at him.
"You doubt my interrogation skills, Vergo?"
Before Vergo could answer, Doflamingo laughed and lifted a hand.
"Come on, don't fight. Vergo, leave the boy alone, you know he's good at his job. What else have you learned, Law?"
"By what I've discovered, he hadn't passed much information to Crocodile yet, but amongst the things he's said he told him about Monet, and now Crocodile knows who she is. He's also informed about Buffalo and the casino, and apparently has discovered how the system that generates the security codes works, so you should change it. There isn't much more, it seems he had to inform again tonight."
Law took a sip.
"I deduce he's still alive." Vergo said reproachfully. Law had used present tense.
"You know I prefer not to kill. He's stable, the rest is up to you."
Law drank the rest of the glass in a single swallow and stood up, leaving the empty container on the table as he passed it.
"I need a shower." He announced before entering the building.
Doflamingo looked at Vergo.
"You take care of it?" He asked, and waited until the other man nodded to follow Law inside.
When he'd climbed the stairs to the upper floor there was already a shower running, and the man followed the sound into Law's barely used bedroom. He opened the door and the first thing he saw were the clothes the other had been wearing before strewn over the floor. The adjoining bathroom's door was ajar and Doflamingo pushed it carefully to avoid making noise.
Law stood under the hot spray of water, his back to the door and he was rubbing furiously with a sponge at the blood staining his skin.
Doflamingo stepped away from the door and took his own clothes and sunglasses off before entering, walking closer to Law and taking the sponge from his hand. The young man turned around to look at him.
"I can't even take a shower alone now?"
"Of course you can, but I'd prefer it if you told me what's bothering you." Doflamingo answered, taking hold of one of Law's arms and lifting it to continue cleaning the red stains.
"It's nothing." Law said drily, trying to pull away.
Doflamingo held him more tightly.
"Sure, and for nothing you've come out of the interrogation in such a foul mood."
"Haven't you thought I might be affected by the blood and all that?"
Doflamingo lifted an eyebrow.
"Law, please, I know you. I've seen you cut people open with that creepy grin of yours and then go eat as if nothing had happened. Don't take me for an idiot. What's happened?"
Law averted his gaze to the tiles on the wall.
"That guy was, between other things, studying the organizations' structure."
"By what you've said, he didn't seem to know much."
"He had everybody's roles pretty much figured out, though he didn't have time to pass it on."
"I sense a 'but' there."
"The guy was surprised when he saw me, he even laughed. Apparently, according to his outline, he was convinced I'm your whore and nothing else."
Doflamingo laughed at that and this time Law was able to free his arm, annoyed.
"You're offended because he didn't know anything about you?"
Law glared at him.
"No." He growled.
Chuckling still, Doflamingo ruffled his hair. Law swatted his hand away.
"You should feel flattered; that means you know how to cover your tracks well. Besides, I suppose he pissed himself once he realized his mistake, right?"
Law smirked at that.
"Yes, he did."
"Then what's the problem? You've discovered it's not easy to discover you and scared someone shitless; you should be pleased."
Law's expression turned annoyed again and his smirk vanished.
"I'm not your whore, Donquixote-ya, that is the problem."
The man couldn't help but laugh again.
"That's why you came to shower in here instead of my bathroom?"
Seeing that Law's murderous glare intensified, he lifted both hands in a sign for peace.
"Don't get mad. I know you're not my whore. You're my lover, and whatever some idiot thinks shouldn't matter."
"Says the guy with the good image."
Taking Law's arm again, Doflamingo continued to wash the blood away.
"You will have it soon as well, don't forget it, Doctor."
Eustass Kid sat at one of the tables in the cafe where he had lunch every day, drinking a beer and browsing the newspaper while he waited for his meal when a shadow blocked part of the light he needed to read. Annoyed, he lifted his head, prepared to rudely tell off whoever dared to disturb him, but grimaced when he recognized the eccentric lottery ticket seller with his hair shaped in the form of the number three.
"Your number, sir." The man said, handing him a ticket and walking away to continue selling.
Kid put it in a pocket and kept on reading, ignoring Galdino as he walked around the café trying to sell the lottery tickets to the other patrons.
That could be a cover as clever as Crocodile wanted it to be, but it was still ridiculous. And Galdino was the worst lottery seller he'd ever seen.
He finished lunch with the same calmness as ever and left the café. Only when he was outside did he put his hand in his pocket again to take the folded piece of paper the man had given him with the ticket: on it there was a name and an address, accompanied by a printed photo.
He put it away once more and this time took his phone out, searched for a number and lifted it to his ear to talk.
"Hey, Killer, wanna hang out?"
"Why did you call me, Kid?" Killer asked that afternoon, sitting in one of the most secluded tables at the bustling bar.
"Crocodile trusts you, right?" Killer nodded. "What do you know of a guy named Blueno?"
Killer seemed to think for a moment.
"So they gave the job to you, eh?"
Kid shrugged nonchalantly.
"That's what it seems like."
"The boss sent Blueno and Jyabura, two of the oldest members, to spy on Joker."
Kid whistled at that.
"On Joker? Shit, that's like ordering them to commit suicide. Why does he want to investigate him? I thought they had a non-aggression pact or something."
"They do, at least in theory. Since a couple of months ago, the boss suspects that there is someone attempting to kill him, and he's trying to discover who it is. I don't know if that's true or not, I haven't found much proof that points in that direction, but he is convinced, and thus is trying to discover as much as he can to find who it is."
"That doesn't explain why he wants this guy dead, especially if he's useful to him."
"I'm getting there. This morning the mutilated corpse of Jyabura appeared on a bench in a park and, along with numerous cuts over his body, he was missing all the fingers of his hands."
Kid grinned at hearing that.
"The Surgeon of Death?"
It was a rumor that had started to spread three years ago, a rumor that said amongst Joker's people there was a ruthless monster capable of obtaining any sort of information from anybody, no matter how much they refused to cooperate or that they were prepared to resist torture. Kid didn't know if the Surgeon really existed or not, but he was one of the figures he felt the most respect for in that world.
Killer nodded and Kid laughed.
"No wonder Crocodile's scared then, if that man gets Blueno, the guy will sing like a bird."
That night, once the city's traffic thinned down and there was almost nobody on the streets, Eustass Kid entered a rundown building, with the floor planks half rotten and more holes than covered spaces in the walls, and he went up the stairs to the second floor. When he reached the number 2B, he used the key he'd taken from the doorman's open and unwatched key cabinet and opened the door.
Right then, a nauseous and very characteristic smell invaded his nostrils, and the redhead covered his nose with one hand, taking the other to the gun he had at his waist even though judging by the smell it must have been a long while since somebody was there, and advanced through the messy apartment, knowing beforehand what he would be met with.
At the middle of the kitchen, tied to a chair and with a shot to his forehead, was the man whose photography he'd been given that morning, his body full of precise cuts and his hands turned to two dark and bloody messes, all of his fingers were scattered, sliced into small pieces, through the floor.
To be continued
I gave Law a different signature, because taking people's heart's off is too difficult without superhuman strength or a devil fruit, even if you have the skills, and it's not something he can risk to do every time.