: : 4

Law was vibrating with nervous excitement when he showed up for work. A socially clumsy person by nature, he stuck mainly to himself and came off as rude and stand-offish when approached. It wasn't that he was a mean person – far from it – but his gestures were forceful and his words neglected. His head was mainly in the clouds. But today, despite his lack of sleep, he was quite aware of the things going on around him.

He clocked in on time and sat at his station, knees jiggling underneath his desk. He glanced around him, visibly taking in his colleagues' expressions. Trying to determine who had noticed his new state of mood and if they could tell he had a secret.

This morning's breakfast had been a disaster; despite Law's instinct telling him not to partake in it, Sanji had stood over him threateningly until Law finished every bite and told him every detail of how things tasted and how he felt eating it. Sanji clearly didn't know how to cook but it was apparent he loved the idea of it. It seemed to be the only distraction Law could use to keep the haughty prince occupied while he slaved away at work for the next eight to ten hours at the hospital.

He'd also crammed his bag of all graphic novels from the adventure Sanji had told him about and stowed those in his work locker. There was something in Law's mind that told him telling Sanji about his future imprisonment would cause some cosmic tear in his universe; change his world as Law knew it, and he was positive he didn't want that responsibility in his hands.

The thought of having such grand cosmic power made him nervous. His stomach rumbled with upset and he cringed as he glanced around self-consciously. Upset or the nearly raw breakfast Sanji had cooked; he couldn't decide. He ended up leaning over his desk, willing the discomfort away. His colleague looked over with concern.

"McDonald's?" Shachi asked, snapping at his gum. Ever since Law introduced himself, that guy always had gum in his mouth. "Told you not to eat so many of those things."

"You get paid to shit in a nice bathroom, go take advantage of it," another advised. The billing department wasn't exactly private – all of them were quite nosey and interruptive, and Law felt a hot sweat hit him at that moment. He glanced over at his boss – a flashy, flamboyant man that walked on his tiptoes to make sure all of them were calling and billing all the right numbers to all the hapless people that had used hospital services.

A long time ago, Law had dreamed of becoming a surgeon. It was his destiny to do so – but things happened to a point where he'd missed out on schooling and appropriate motivation to do so. Now he worked in the billing department as a customer service representative and spent most of his days staring blankly at a screen while a screaming customer ripped him to shreds for being personally responsible for the hospital's unreasonable costs of care.

But at least he had his art.

He closed his eyes to will the bubbling of his guts away. Damn you, Sanji, he thought helplessly. To distract himself, he slipped on his headset and turned on his phone, determined not to spend his first ten minutes of work in the bathroom. After logging onto the system, he saw the full queue and brought up the reference spreadsheet to assist him. But after making sure Bon Clay was occupied, he looked over at Shachi.

"Did you hear the news?" he asked as Shachi snapped his gum noisily while he muted a customer. "Of the…superhuman at the burger place on Wallace Street last night?"

"No," Shachi replied, blowing a bubble before snapping away again. He gave Law a puzzled look. "Was this real, or a dream?"

"It was very real."

"Nothing. What happened?"

Law wore a confused expression. Wouldn't Sanji's actions be noticeable? Dude kicked tables from the floor and caused chaos on other humans. Surely that must have made the local news stations as law enforcement were notified. He was uncertain of carrying on the subject as Shachi looked at him with confusion. Law's stomach rumbled once more and he ripped of his headset.

He rushed off to the bathroom and returned with an exhausted expression. He was fairly certain his insides were empty but the ominous feeling of illness seemed to linger in very sensitive areas. Bon Clay was suddenly at his side with a flutter of hands.

"You have the stench of potpourri lingering on you," he accused shrilly while Law slunk back to his station. "Could you please refrain from taking advantage of our lax bathroom policies ten minutes into your shift? Unacceptable!"

"Mr. Clay," Law responded tartly, pulling on his headset and reactivating the line, "I don't have the time to explain myself. I must attend to other matters other than your accusations."

Bon Clay inactivated the line with a dainty press of his fingertip – the nails absurdly long for a man. Law stared down at that unattractive nail, wondering if it were real or fake. Those around them all cringed as they forced themselves to focus on their customers.

"This isn't an accusation," Bon Clay trilled, leaning in to sniff him. Law's shoulders hit his earrings as he cringed at the feel of the man's nose pressed up against his neck hairline. "You have the lingering scent of our bathroom on you!"

"Why are you smelling me? This is an invasion of privacy, Mr. Clay. Sexual harassment."

"This is not sexual harassment! This is me, pointing out the obvious! I only say this because your station was not occupied within the half hour I started! Twenty minutes ago was the beginning of a new work day and you. Were. Not. Here." Bon Clay leaned in to look at him, fluttering heavily made eyes while Law looked to the side, trying to avoid the invasion of personal space. "Your eyeliner is a little off, today. Were you trying to correct it?"

"I do not wear makeup, Mr Clay. Please."

"I'd always been against a man who wears makeup along with his tattoos!" Bon Clay cried while his lips sparkled beneath the unforgiving florescent lights above him. Law managed to prevent rolling his eyes from behind his glasses. "I cannot keep up with the standards of you hipster wannabes with your stupid body decorations! Soon, you'll be taking advantage of company worktime to nurse grievous body injuries caused by more piercings and infected tattoos and we cannot have that here!"

Law did regret his visible tattoos – products of youth. He rubbed his fingers with a sheepish look.

"I don't wear makeup, and I'm not planning any more piercings or tattoos," he muttered.

"Then your sleeplessness should not be blamed upon your absence!"

Law wore a confused look while he logged in once more to retrieve his spreadsheet. His stomach gurgled dangerously once more, and Bon Clay stilled to listen. He pressed his oily head up against Law's shoulder while Law cringed once more, body breaking out with goosebumps.

"Unacceptable!" Bon Clay shrilled, prancing away. "If you've got the flu, you must call in! My fragile and sensitive body cannot take in an invasion I'm not prepared for!"

"Mr Clay," Law snapped back at him, turning in his seat to do so, "this is clear and obvious sexual harassment. You've invaded my personal space and forced me to feel uncomfortable with your advances! I told you 'no' the first time, and this is the last!"

Bon Clay gasped noisily, whipping around to look back at him with outrage. He was in Law's space in the space of a second, clinging to the back of his chair while leaning over him to speak with gritted teeth. Law tapped on the first call line and answered professionally while Bon Clay refrained from interfering. But he drew a line over his own neck as he fluttered away.

Shachi looked over at him and gave him a sympathetic expression as the old woman on the line screamed at Law for billing her for the excessive use of IV fluids.

The day ended finally, and Law hurried home. The hole in his apartment was glaringly obvious, and his messages were mainly from his landlord detailing the repair timeline. He was encouraged to find someplace to stay in the meantime, but there was no way Law could afford to do so. He opened his apartment and was grateful to see that Sanji was still in the kitchen, glaring at the stove. All around him were disposable plates of food and trash from emptied boxes and cans. Law was pretty sure his cupboards had been cleared out with what he had and slowly closed the door behind him.

"Where did you go?" Sanji then demanded, throwing down a ladle that looked melted, abandoning a bubbling pot of something that smelled rank. The very scent of everything he'd cooked caused Law trouble, his fingers going to his nose to plug briefly while his eyes burned. "I had questions and concerns to express, and yet you never returned. I'd started to think that you did not appreciate my efforts and had sought to run away from me."

Law touched his emptied stomach with regret. "I had work."

"'Work'? Doing what? Your first and only concern should be my pain and my unwelcome circumstances," Sanji huffed, looking him over. His face hardened with disdain as he examined the plaid shirt underneath the light sweater and jeans that were frayed at the hems. "Why is it that as I look upon you, I feel like bullying you?"

"You mean, you already haven't been?" Law tossed off his messenger bag onto the couch, and noticed that his shelves had been fiddled with. "Where…are some of my figurines?"

"I noticed a little dust collecting amongst and around them, and I decided to clean them. Unfortunately, they didn't survive," Sanji said, looking at the trash can. Law noticed broken pieces of his figures piled up atop of food waste and looked at Sanji with irritation. They were some Sora action figures and the male Germa 66 collection. "I can't help it if they couldn't stand up to my aggressiveness. Also, I am insulted that you left me here alone. What if I required any type of assistance? I tried to call out for help and your neighbors didn't appreciate that at all. Oh, and the enforcement security team informed me that you are to call them once you arrive…I heard them muttering about leaving children home alone, but surely they weren't referring to me, as I am a full grown man…"

Sanji held up a card and Law snatched it, realizing that a police officer requested that he call him immediately. He looked at Sanji with helpless action while the prince crossed his arms and looked stubborn. At that point a knock sounded upon his door, and since he was closest, Law answered it.

One of his neighbors, a big, large woman with a cigarette in her mouth glared at him from the doorway.

"Your kid here was causing a ruckus the whole fuckin' day! I don't care who you take for company, but you gotta change your escort services to get someone a little quieter!" she snapped at Law, who wore an expression of confusion. "He was yelling in the halls for a servant! I don't know what he meant by that, none of us are his damn servants! I work a night shift in construction, I need my sleep!"

"I…apologize, Ms…Dan Dan?" Law offered tentatively, glancing at Sanji, who frowned up at the woman. He wore such a rude expression that Law wanted to slap him. Law then looked up at the ginger-haired woman with apology, not wanting any trouble from those that lived around him when he'd lived this long in relative peace. "Um…whatever trouble he caused you, I…apologize. And, uh…escort? I'm sorry, forgive me, but that's far from the situation - "

"He is wearing your clothing like a day after tramp," Dadan pointed out with an obvious expression, Law frowning at Sanji, and then at her for the suggestion that made his cheeks light up with embarrassment. "Also, he came up to my place while I was tryin' to sleep, and bullied my old man into taking our television! Can we please get it back? Or do I have to take it by force? You're lucky I didn't call those policemen back to deal with this problem! It appeared to me that this one's a little slow in the head, so I took pity on you and waited for you to come back home."

Law looked at Sanji with confusion, then whipped his head around to see a thirty-two inch set atop of the television stand that didn't belong to him. He was horrified to see the moving figures on the screen from last night's porn, his face and neck blowing up with humiliation. He whipped his head around to look at Sanji, who looked mighty smug.

"Her companion assisted me with locating the program that you'd been watching last night," Sanji said cheerily then frowned. "Unfortunately, there appears to be no sound available, so I'd assumed the party I borrowed it from was deaf."

He then looked at Dadan with accusation. "From the sounds of it, she can hear just fine! Why were you ignoring me?"

Dadan gaped at him. "Are you stupid? My old man didn't hook it up properly because he was considerate of the rest of us! Ya can't be watching porn at high volume! Some of us proper people don't want to be hearing it!"

"Are you saying he lied to me?" Sanji snarled, fists clenching at his sides.

"I am so so sorry," Law apologized to the glaring woman, hastily leaving the doorway to unplug the set from the wall.

"What are you doing?" Sanji cried in outrage. "I was watching that!"

"Young man, you are taking advantage of him," Dadan snapped at him, waving her finger about. "Who the hell are ya, anyway? And what's that in the kitchen? It's flaming."

Law whipped his head around to see flames dancing above the bubbling pot and Sanji looked over with shock. After pushing the television into Dadan's hands, Law raced over to the kitchen. He removed the pot from the stove top, dropping it into the sink. He ran water over it while Dadan took her leave and Sanji gave a disgusted exclamation. Law didn't know what Sanji was attempting to cook, waving smoke away from his face as tap water doused the items.

"I need a babysitter," he murmured to himself as he looked over at Sanji.

"I need to figure out how to get back home," Sanji then said, rounding the counter to look over his dishes. Seemingly distracted, he pointed out each one. "These dishes are from my homeland. They are to be enjoyed. I figured since you were gone for so long, you'd need a snack."

"Oh, it's okay," Law said hastily, hand to his stomach. "I'm…still full from this morning."

Sanji looked at him with outrage. "But I spent most of the day thinking about your needs! Are you trying to insult me?"

"I'm not 'trying'," Law said slowly, "I'm definitely insulting you. All day long I was in the shitter, neglecting my work because of your breakfast. You're not a good cook. You suck. I cannot take in another meal without losing the rest of my insides."

Sanji's mouth dropped open with outrage, face filling with red. But he pouted, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He glared at the full countertops of abandoned, mushy or burnt dishes of unidentifiable food. Law was pretty sure he had no idea what any of them were supposed to be. He examined all his cupboards and realized he had nothing left but a jar of peanut butter. But even that looked half empty. He looked into the flooded pot to try and identify what was in there.

"Well, admittedly, I know nothing of this," Sanji muttered. "But I was only trying to help."

Law sighed. He removed his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. "Thank you for that. But, um, maybe you should follow a cook book for things. I don't have that, but we can look it up on my laptop."

"Also," he added, "you absolutely cannot be screaming for a servant. There are none here. It's you on your own, you figure it out. But for the love of Christ, please, don't burn this place down! I get that you're trying, but this is dangerous!"

Sanji wore a pouty expression, still sulking. Law took pity on him – it felt like an easy emotion.

"Let's look on the internet for something to occupy you with tomorrow, and we can get what you need tonight," he suggested.

"I need to go home! Show me more of your books so that we can figure out how I can return to my family! Surely, they are missing me by now."

Law wondered if that was true – the Vinsmoke siblings were modified so that none of them were capable of compassion or empathy, Garuda insisting on true, invincible warriors. But Sanji was confusing because he was capable of these things.

"Maybe," he said slowly. "But…honestly, I'm just an ordinary man. I know nothing about time travel or alternate dimensions. How you arrived here is just…an incredible phenomenon."

"Then 'phenomenon' me out. Surely there is someone out there that has an idea. This…these books…they are told by someone, are they not? Then find him. Perhaps he knows."

Law shrugged, thinking that the creator of Sora had bigger things to think about than listening to some foreign fan discussing his problems with him. But perhaps giving it a try wouldn't hurt anyone. He signaled for Sanji to follow him, and they sat on the couch together while he pulled his laptop out. He showed Sanji how to use it, but it seemed useless for the alien to grasp the concept, considering the strong differences in translation.

How odd for this to happen when they could understand each other just fine.

He sent an email to the creator's manager, knowing it'd be discarded and ignored because of the outrageous story behind it. How many did that person and their team field crazy emails like his? Law didn't think he'd get anything more but a Thank You notice for his attention. But Sanji seemed satisfied with the process.

At work the next day, Law was struggling to keep his eyes open while he listened to a man sniffle his way through his bill complaints.

He'd spent most of the night drawing while Sanji snored next to him, cradling a new cookbook to his chest. They'd found it at the thrift store, and it had taken a couple of hours to drag the alien prince out of there. The man had apparently never set a foot in a store before, so he looked at everything like they were fresh treasures. Law found him some clothes, a cookbook and new kitchen supplies before they hit the grocery store and that was a near three hour adventure because the alien had something to say about everything he saw. It was like dragging around a tired toddler because that prince lacked social skills. Security approached them twice but they left without much of an event.

Law was exhausted but he'd been inspired enough to draw a comic strip detailing the adventure. Most of his fans loved the idea of the "modern AU" while some unfollowed him because of the lack of canon details. It felt like such a pleasurable secret to him – he had the actual character living in his apartment with him and no one knew it.

He was positive these actions would have consequences, but he wasn't going to think about them right now.

His skin tingled and rose into violent goosebumps as he realized Bon Clay was leaning over his chair to look into his face. His headset knocked against the man's outrageous flower collar and scraped a load of makeup off his face.

Bon Clay shrieked in outrage, everyone jumping in reaction. Slapping his hands over his ruined makeup, Bon Clay danced in place while Law settled his racing heart with a tattooed hand over his sweater vest.

"Murderer!" Bon Clay cried. "Ruining a man's face simply because you're jealous of him!"

"Outrageous," Law snapped at him, turning in his seat to face him. "You were sexually harassing me once more. I will speak out against this, Mr Clay, do not think that I won't. I might look like a timid man, but I assure you, I am not."

"Timid?" Bon Clay snarled, shaking his seat with both hands. "Which part of you looks 'timid'?"

Shachi struggled not to laugh but it erupted into a cough that drew Bon Clay's ire.

"I am documenting all of your harassment, Mr Clay. Once I submit this very detailed report to your supervisor, you will regret it," Law continued sternly, wiping his headset clean with a Clorox wipe.

Bon Clay danced from one foot to the other with his face purplish-red. "You will not! This is not harassment! I was simply performing my job duties with making sure that you were actually working! You're staring into space and clearly not paying any attention to the customer on line! I merely wanted to firmly suggest that you bring your mind back to task and focus on the here and now. If you are unable to perform your job duties, then you must take the necessary time off to recover from the flu."

"Which part of me suggests I have the flu?" Law asked incredulously. "I am of perfect health."

"You are - !"

"Frankly, Mr Clay, your obsession with me is making me uncomfortable. Since I started working here, you've attempted to flatter me in any way possible, and, as a man, I must admit that the attention has driven me into a very jumpy state of mind, to which I dread coming to work every day…"

Bon Clay sputtered noisily, then fluttered off while people struggled to return their attention to their individual tasks. Shachi looked at Law with concern while Law huffed, pulling his headset back on.

He looked at Shachi with a limp shrug. "I'm just fucking with him. Honestly, my mind is elsewhere."

"You look like you haven't been sleeping," Shachi admitted. "You look like shit."

"I feel like shit…? But it's all for a good reason." Law bit his lip, wanting to share his secret but unsure if he should. "Are you…an adventurous man?"

Shachi looked confused, snapping his gum noisily. "Uh…"

"I mean…of an open mind?"

"Well…I guess…?"

"Do you know what Sora: Warrior of the Sea is?"

Shachi lit up. "My roommate watches that! But I'm not into cartoons."

Law looked at him flatly. "Sora is not a cartoon."

Shachi laughed. "That's what he says, too. Wears the same face. If it's not made of real people, it's a cartoon, no matter where it comes from."

Law then hesitated speaking about it if Shachi wasn't a true believer. He glanced around himself, catching sight of Bon Clay re-applying his makeup at his desk. But he then whispered to Shachi, "There is an alien living in my apartment. He keeps me up at all hours of the night."

Shachi's face froze while his gum snapping ceased immediately. Law couldn't see his eyes, but he knew that look. Of course the man wouldn't believe him. So he exhaled lightly and took a call. Shachi stared at him with doubt then returned his attention to his screen.

: :

Law was walking home when he noticed a familiar face lingering around the apartment complex entrance way. He furrowed his brow as he struggled to remember where he'd seen this man. The large frame was bent over a trash can, shopping cart pushed up against a light pole, but the fact that he was there made Law wonder if he'd ever seen him before Sanji had appeared. He had to be suspicious of anything and everything – after all, if there was an alien character that arrived here on Earth without a true explanation, there was always a pursuer nearby.

Of course, Law then considered that since Sanji was a villainous henchmen, there'd be a hero after him. So maybe he couldn't be suspicious…but he felt funny because of the time he spent with Sanji that allowed Law to feel empathy for him.

Which put him in a weird place.

The man straightened up from the trash can, humming. Once he caught sight of Law staring at him, he froze.

Then he erupted with a laugh. "Paul! There ya are, man! Been looking for you! Seen Jimmy around? I miss our chats…"

Law stared at him for several moments, then shook his head. There was no similarity of this man to any hero in Sora, so it made sense that this man was just a coincidental mob character that happened to drift into the timeline.

"No," he lied. "My name isn't Paul."

He walked off, feeling a little distracted. This secret was wearing into him. He figured he wouldn't touch his Wacom pad, today. He needed some sleep – Bon Clay was going to get him fired, and he couldn't afford that.

The man watched him go, then looked into his shopping cart. So of course Law didn't see the smirk that crossed over the man's features as he clenched a fist out of victory.

Law entered his apartment and was stunned to notice that Sanji wasn't there. He hastily dropped his bag and checked each room, growing terrified with every passing second. He then left his apartment to knock on the doors closest to his, Dadan ripping her door open with a snarl. He made to ask her a question when she pointed inward towards the prince standing at her counter, looking at Law reproachfully.

"Get him out of here!" she snarled at Law, the smell of cigarette smoke and burning food wafting around her. "I am not this man's babysitter! What is wrong with you? Get rid of this tramp!"

"This woman played me for a fool," Sanji cried with accusation, waving a wooden spoon about while the timid man next to him worried his apron with both hands. The kitchen counters were littered with various pots and pans, with what looked like burnt bricks settled on some plates. "She claimed to teach me how to cook, but only made me toast! What good is a woman that looks like her if she cannot cook?"

"What's wrong with the way I look?" Dadan snarled, reddening.

Sanji 'tsked' while looking up at her with a scornful expression. "Not like a woman, I can confess to that. Are you actually a - ?"

"I'm so sorry!" Law apologized to Dadan before marching in and snatching the spoon out of Sanji's hand and setting it aside. He dragged the prince out after him and pushed him towards his apartment. Then turned to face Dadan once more. "Thank you for keeping him out of trouble, I'm so sorry, I'll make sure this won't happen again."

"Make sure of it, or I'm calling the cops, or killing him myself!" she hissed at him before slamming her door shut.

Law returned to his apartment and shut his door before looking at Sanji.

"You can't keep me prisoner for long," Sanji told him. "I demand that you return me home. After serious consideration, I have come to the conclusion that you are holding me for ransom. Somehow, you brought me to your world and your devices that you use to communicate are hiding your true intentions."

Law stared at him before removing his glasses to wipe his eyes. He replaced them to then scan his apartment for any signs of trouble, but the only things left behind were dirty counter tops of Sanji's attempts to make dinner. It didn't smell bad, but he didn't trust the food that was just sitting there.

"What did you make?" he asked, venturing over to scan the dishes. Watery mashed potatoes ran onto the countertop, with bloody meat staining a worn wooden cutting board. Spice shakers revealed attempts to make these things pleasurable but the scent coming from these foods made his eyes water. The cookbook was open but Sanji's written notes were in the same scribble Law had seen in Sora – unintelligible with no real meaning behind it.

"Don't change the subject!"

"Is this the stuff we bought yesterday? What is this?"

Sanji sighed noisily, leaning against the counter to frown down at the content. "This is beef wellington and mashed potatoes. But…it does not look like what that book details. This is the wrong beef."

"Because we bought minced beef and not lamb."

"I cannot understand your runes! What is the difference? If it is beef wellington, how is this beef different from that beef?"

"They are two different animals," Law pointed out. It took some bravery to pick up a spoon and scoop some watery potatoes to his mouth. He shuddered, but managed to swallow while Sanji watched him with uncertainty. "This…could use more potatoes. Less…garlic…And I can't eat that – that cow is still mooing."

Sanji hung his head while a look of frustration crossed his face. Law paused in mid-speech, fascinated by the human expression. "I knew it wasn't right! Father always told me I was a failure. I cannot get this mixture correct, no matter what I do. My brothers would always get it right the first time, and I cannot – this is my third attempt! Perhaps this is his doing – he was responsible for this – misadventure! He and Sora were conspiring to remove me."

Law set the spoon down and struggled to find the right words to say. But because he had absolutely no idea what to say or what the family dynamics consisted of, he said lamely, "Perhaps…"

Sanji sighed noisily with some dejection.

"We don't know for sure, but what's certain is that I had no hand in this," Law said quickly. "You are definitely from another world, and we are very different people. People like you don't exist here, and people like me…definitely don't exist in your world. So how you came to be here is still a mystery…I don't know where to start in order to return you. I think all we can do is wait for someone to find you."

Sanji looked up at him with uncertainty. It caused Law a weird 'badump' that horrified him. "That could take a lifetime, or perhaps no one is looking for me. You suggested that we are villains in Sora's world – who would want to look for a villain to return him?"

Law looked around them awkwardly while Sanji waited for an answer. He then gave Sanji a helpless look, uncertain of how to answer that.

Sanji then left the kitchen with a disappointed look. Law watched him walk away, noting with some agitation that Sanji's clothes still had the tags on them from the thrift store. It was a weird outfit consisting of a linen blazer, a pink silk flowered shirt and white shorts with some horrible boating shoes. There was even a fake flower inserted in one breast pocket. Law walked after Sanji and tore the tags away, Sanji looking at him with outrage.

"My outfit!"

"This is trash," Law pointed out. "No one wears price tags on their clothes."

Sanji looked at him with confusion, taking the tags from his hand and examining the bright labels. "Your world is plain and doesn't make any sense. I thought these were a pop of color to add some character to my outfit. Our clothes doesn't come with these…"

Law struggled to hold back a sudden burst of moe. That expression and miserable voice, the way Sanji looked at the price tags and understood them for the wrong reasons – it caused a welling of feeling inside of Law that wanted to burst outward. He would have to sketch and save it for later. He'd promised himself to get some sleep, tonight.

"Look…let's go look for some answers. I think we should start with the trajectory of your fall," Law then suggested. "Come along. We're going outside."

"Let me get my suit, just in case we run into some heroes that might be looking for me," Sanji said quickly, brightening up.

Law made to stop him, but it made some sense. He sighed, then rummaged for his phone and wallet. Looking at the device, he had a bunch of notifications of people reblogging his works and some messages, but nothing else. For the first time in a long time, he felt disappointed that he didn't have any close friends to reveal his secret to. Thinking about his office colleague's reaction, Law felt awkward but at the same time grateful that he couldn't talk about this to anyone else. Maybe it was some cosmic thing in place that this happened to him and no one else.

He slipped both items into his pockets as Sanji returned, thrusting the can containing his Raid Suit into his blazer pocket.

"I am ready," he announced grandly, waiting for Law to open the door for him.

With a roll of his eyes, Law did so, making sure he had his keys. He didn't expect anything to really happen, but he kind of hoped that more excitement was to come.


A/N: I'd always wondered why Dan Dan watched Garp's grandkids…what was their connection? Did I miss something? D:

Naghi-Tan: heh heh Law with a Tumblr account and his random actions of fangirling is funny to me XD That's the worry they'll both encounter someday… T.T

Guest: It's a wonderful combination! Law has hints of Wesley Gibson to him lol