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A Mysterious Intruder

"Ace! Sabo! Luffy! Get back here now!"

The trio sped away from the kitchen, seeking shelter from the wrath of the head chef.

"Thatch!" The three shouted in unison.

Thatch chuckled as the three hid behind them. Ever since Ace's change of heart, the brothers had become known troublemakers, bothering everyone from the cabin boys to Marco himself. The only people they didn't mess with was he, Oyaji, and Robin.

"If you don't want to get in trouble then don't bother others." he chided the three, but as usual, they didn't listen and ran off to annoy Marco, whom they liked to prank the most. Thatch grinned and turned to walk away, but before he could make it any further, a man stumbled out from below deck.

"Commander! There's a problem!"

Thatch frowned, "What?"

"We have a stowaway!"

A scrawny boy's fist met the face of an unnamed crew member, sending him flying.

"Oi kid, we don't wanna fight! We just wanna know what you're doin' on our ship!" Another man yelled.

Thatch calmly strolled towards the brawl between a few of their men and an apparent stowaway. He halted as he laid eyes on a gaunt figure wearing a dirty shirt and pants, a scruffy fur hat with black spots along the bottom and the rim rested atop his head. The young lad sidestepped one man's hand and grabbed another's, slamming him into the nearby wall. Two down. He hurled himself at the remaining three, twisting sideways and punching the man on his left flank with incredible force. It surprised the 4th division commander how quickly and easily he managed to take down the other two. The boy heavily panted and leaned against a wall, leading Thatch to believe that he had witnessed the full extent of the boy's power. He smiled to himself and walked out of the shadows, slowly and dramatically clapping.

"Wow, you're strong for a kid,"

The youth stared at him with a blank expression, then heaved himself up and readied for a second fight.

"Easy," Thatch held up his hands in surrender, but the boy did not seem to hear and launched his fist towards Thatch.

The swordsman caught the younger's fist, "You see, I'm not like those five you just fought. I want to avoid hurting you, so let's just talk."

Thatch let go of his hand and sat cross-legged on the floor, he gestured for the boy to do the same, "What's your name?"

The young fellow glared at him through cold, dark eyes.

"Not gonna tell me? Well, okay. How did you get here then?"

Again, no response, just a harsh stare.

"You're not gonna tell me anything, are you?"

He received yet another scowl from the young man. Thatch shrugged and rose up, offering the mysterious stranger a hand up.

"Okay then. You hungry?"

The wind is especially wild today, Thatch noted as he sauntered towards the kitchen. Spotting Marco, he winced at the sight of his face, marker graffiti scribbled all over it. The zoan devil fruit eater stomped past, muttering something about naps and brats. He watched the commander disappear into the men's quarters and wondered if he should be concerned about the boys' well-being.

He turned to face the stowaway trailing him, "That was just Marco. Don't worry, he doesn't always look like that."

They continued towards their destination in silence, "Most of the time..." He added under his breath. The two arrived at the kitchen where Thatch conversed with the cooks as the stranger practically inhaled his meal.

"So?" Thatch faced the newcomer.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "This grub is good."

He smirked and requested a meal for himself. After having a seat, he sampled the food himself.

Thatch slammed his palm onto the table, "Good? This stuff is incredible!"

As the swordsman polished off his plate, the boy seated adjacent of him gazed at him in wonder.

"So, why did you bring me up here?"

Thatch paused, mouth brimming with food then wholly digested his mouth's contents, "So now you speak. Might I know your name first?"

The teen froze, contemplating the dangers of revealing his name to Thatch, "Law," He finally spoke, "Trafalgar Law."

The older man's eyebrows arched in surprise, "Trafalgar? So you're that kid from the newspaper. I thought you looked familiar."

Law smirked, "So you've heard of me?"

"Lately, we've been very interested in troublemaking brats such as yourself," He leaned back in his chair, "In fact, we've got three on our ship right now."

The youth's eyes narrowed, "Is this an upstart orphanage of some sort?"

A chuckle escaped Thatch's lips, causing Law to eye the pirate with confusion, "No, this is a pirate ship. We don't take care of orphans."

"Oh,"

A long stretch of undisturbed silence passed, neither person uttering a word. A cook ambled over to gather their plates, then moseyed along to wash the dishes. Thatch idly drummed his fingers on the table. Law's gaze stayed fixated upon a spot on the wooden table.

"How did you get here?"

Law looked up, unfazed by the question, "I got on your ship when that pirate ship attacked it."

Thatch gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, relaxing after a while. The memory of Crocodile wasn't exactly a fond one. Upon seeing his reaction, the teenager quickly changed the subject.

"You still haven't answered my question."

Thatch's expression changed, "Ah, but of course."

The man rose, gesturing for Law to follow. He opened the door, sounds of joy and laughter immediately greeted the two. Thatch stepped out and Law pursued him, wondering where he was being taken to.

"The reason I brought you up here..."

They approached a large crowd of pirates surrounding one person. He was a muscular man with a white moustache. Law gaped at his large body, this man was, at least, three times bigger than the average human. It can't be... he told himself, It can't possibly be him.

"...is so you could meet Oyaji."

Law continued to gawk at the huge man, his mouth ajar. Thatch chuckled to himself, neither Robin nor the brothers had reacted to Oyaji like Law did. He proceeded to advance towards the old man, clearing his throat as he neared Whitebeard.

"Oyaji,"

The legendary pirate captain looked down at his subordinate, "Yes, what is it, my son?"

Law, who's legs stopped working a long time ago, continued to stare at him, not sure if he was supposed to be in awe or quaking in his boots. Not that he was wearing any boots. But now wasn't the time to be contemplating what shoes he wore, the teen regained his composure and the feeling in his legs came back, to his relief. Whitebeard's attention was now on the skinny teen, a frown evident on his face. The kid looked unhealthy, slight bags visible underneath his eyes.

"Does this have something to do with the strange brat on board my ship?" Whitebeard questioned Thatch, who nodded in reply.

Brat? Law bristled, he did not like being called a brat. The youth shot Whitebeard a glare so deadly that if looks were weapons, the Yonko would have been impaled with several blades. His fists balled up, anger spilling out of the secure mug that was him . Being called a brat was so...degrading. Even if the man before him was one of the most powerful pirates in history, Law could not forgive him for looking down on him. No, he would not forgive him.

"Why so angry, brat?" The pirate spoke again. A low growl could be heard coming from the teen, still scowling at Whitebeard. Then, he shook his head, his temper subsiding and faced the New World veteran.

"My name is Trafalgar Law, and I don't like being called a brat,"

His voice dropped to a low, threatening level, "Got a problem with that, old man?"

A/N: And now I'll end it here, 'cause cliffhangers are fun! Though I will be on a one-week hiatus, so I guess it won't be fun this time. Honestly, I can't find a better place to end this chapter, whether it has anything to do with writing stuff off the top of my head or being to lazy to write more. Thank you for your reviews, they really inspire me to write more of these, though I would write more anyway. As for Law, I really don't know what I'm gonna do with him right now like I said I've been writing anything that comes to mind. More people will show up, well, until chapter 10. Enough jabbering, 'till next week folks. I mean the week after that.

Next, next week: Paramecias and Haki