Hello everyone! I took some rest and I'm ready to continue writing! *feels a hand on her forehead*
Law: The fever's gone, but you should rest some more.
Awww, come on! I need to write! Here, I'll stay in bed, but with my laptop!
Law: That's not what I call resting.
Ok, one chapter and I rest for real, promise. I'll just keep writing tonight ^^
Law: Are you doing it on purpose or what?!
T-T ok, I'm lying down… *sits with my laptop*
(10th Squad 3rd Seat) Now, isn't he? Do you have a guess about what it is? I'll explain this sooner or later…maybe sooner…
(Shiningheart of Thunderclan) Sorry about that. I'll be more careful.
(Rockdude) If you reach this chapter, thanks for the rectification. It helps ^-^
By the way! If you want to ask some things you want me to develop in the story, questions I didn't answer by example, don't hesitate to do it! I'm open-minded and ready to listen!
On that note, Nice Reading!
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Chapter 6- Aqua
When I opened my eyes, I quickly closed them back. There was a bright light above me. It had been quite a while I hadn't seen light. To see one pointed right at my face was…troubling. I get used to the light that seemed to be white and succeed at looking around me. This place…an operation room? I think…I saw it in the memories…but…that means…I turn my head to my left and see Trafalgar sitting on a desk chair with a doctor jacket. He was writing on a board, folding sheets of paper above it. I wonder what he's writing…Huh, it looks like my clothes on this counter…I look a little down at me to see I was wearing an hospital dress and my gloves. I think I turned as red as a tomato. Law lifts his gaze from his notes and smiles at the sight of my new color:
-Hey, you're finally waking up.
Finally? How long did I stay unconscious?! He comes closer with the chair and looks at me, his chin lying on his hands:
-How do you feel?
I think about this question. How I was feeling…there was only one thing to describe how I felt. I felt alive. I still had a pulse, I could see the world…Well, I don't think that's what he wants to hear…let's see, sensations…A light pain to my wrists and ankles, but that's normal…I turn my gaze at him:
-I'm feeling well…I think…
He raises an eyebrow:
-You think?
I laugh lightly. It felt great to laugh now that I really had the right to:
-I'm alive…so I do believe I'm feeling well.
His face looks amused:
-I see.
He stands up from the chair and concentrates on his notes:
-You don't seem to have any kind of wound except for the marks the chains left on your wrists and ankles and a slight bump behind your head. You fell out of exhaustion.
I sit down cautiously, wanting to make sure I could hold without trouble, and sigh in relief as I see everything seemed to be fine:
-That's good…
Not having the opportunity to do it since, I lift a hand and pass it behind my head where I was hit. I could feel the little bump and, passant a finger on it, I grinned. How could it still hurt? I hadn't paid attention to it, having other things to worry about, but it seemed strange. Lowering my hand, I glance at Trafalgar to see if I could stand up. He lifts his eyes from his notes, amused:
-You're the only one who knows if you rested enough. Let me warn you, though…
His gaze turns serious, almost frightening:
-You can't hide it from me if you aren't in condition when you try to stand up.
Keeping in mind the warning, not really wanting to push my luck too far, I pass my legs on the side, making sure to keep them closed, and get off carefully from the table I was on. I can put my feet on the ground, but it's too soon for anything else. Keeping my hands on the table, I stare at my legs with deception.
-If you wanted to lie, your face clearly contradicts everything you'll say.
I lift my gaze at him:
-I didn't even thought about lying. As I told you, I didn't take the habit to lie. Besides…
I look at the marks around my wrists. It was clear it was chains and not handcuffs that were holding them before. My smile softens:
-After what happened, it would be ungrateful of me to lie. It reminds me that I didn't thank you…
I lift my eyes at him, grateful:
-You saved me from what I thought was a certain death. You could have ignored me completely and continue your road, but, if I'm not mistaken, you turned around to stop the execution. I owe you my life, Trafalgar Law…You have my deepest thanks…
Trafalgar turns his back at me:
-Don't misunderstand me. You seemed to know too much and I had questions to ask you. If I had let you die, I would have lost a good source of information.
He says that, but…strangely…it doesn't affect me. He didn't seem to be totally honest. Was it because…?
-Did I insult you when I said you couldn't help me?
He froze on the spot as he was heading for the counter. I look at the ground once more:
-Oh…I see…I'm sorry, I…
I hear a footstep and he suddenly appears in front of me. He takes me by the chin with one hand and makes me lift my gaze at him. He had…a sadistic smile:
-Don't think your little excuses will change anything. As you said, you owe me your life. Do you understand what it means?
I'm not sure why, but my cheeks turn red. I was hypnotised by his eyes. His smile widens:
-I'll be expecting you to listen to everything I say and to answer my questions.
I tremble under his grip. Actually, I was finding him a little too close since, I could feel it quite well now, I wasn't wearing anything under this hospital dress. I back up a little, turning completely red. Apparently, he wasn't expecting me to change color. He looks puzzled. No, his eyes showed something else. He raises a hand to my forehead, his face suddenly serious:
-You're burning hot.
Not surprising, actually. Taking me by the shoulders, he forces me to sit down. At least he didn't push me on the table. I think I would have flinched if he did. He goes to the counter and comes back with a thermometer he puts in my mouth. I don't protest. He had made me understand I didn't have any other choice but to listen to him. I don't dare look at him, though. I was… ashamed…When he looks at the thermometer again, his expression stays serious:
-No fever…
I have to do something or I'll stay as red as a tomato.
-Sorry, but…
He looks at me right in the eyes.
-Could I…have my clothe back, at least?
He takes the thermometer and turns his back at me:
-Don't move.
-Hum…okay…
He goes to the counter once more and takes my clothes that I saw had been folded and, now that he was coming back with them, washed. There wasn't a single drop of blood left. He hands me my clothes and I take them, making sure not to bend too much or to fall. I lift my eyes a little, hoping he would look away, at least. He stays there, crossing his arms. I turn my head away lightly:
-Hum…if you don't mind…
A smirk appears on his lips:
-It doesn't bother me at all.
He didn't thought about staying there like this, right? I'm the one who ends up turning to the other side of the table, turning my back at him, to put my clothes. I know he saw something since I am naked under the dress, but that didn't mean it didn't bother me! I think I heard him laugh lightly behind me. Nah must be my imagination. As I put my coat next to me, lying on a table with a coat not being comfortable, I notice something is missing. I open round eyes and swiftly turn to Trafalgar, but succeed at falling on the table. I straighten up, cursing my current weakness, and look at him:
-Where is…?
He takes something out of his pocket. A chain…and my mother's watch.
-Right here.
I sight in relief. I was scared to have lost it. I look at him, hesitating. It looks like I was right not to try and take it back. He keeps it in hand:
-Before I give it back, I have questions to ask you.
I place myself on the table, sitting with my legs crossed to be more at ease, and take a clam expression:
-Questions…and what did you want to ask me?
He raises an eyebrow, as if my cooperation wasn't normal. He didn't need to keep my mother's watch since I had already decided to answer. Maybe not all the questions, but I would answer the best at could to those I would answer. He takes place on the chair, a little disappointed I hadn't resisted:
-Where did you get all the information on me?
-Which ones?
-You know which ones I'm talking about.
-Oh…those ones…so I was right?
-Don't play that with me.
His gaze already warned me, but I still nod.
-I had guessed information by seeing some memories.
-Memories? From who did you take memories that showed things about me?
-Wait, taking is going a little too far. I didn't want to see those memories at first, it was an accident!
-Answer the question.
I sigh:
-Very well, I saw them from one of your men the same day I was attacked.
He raises an eyebrow:
-One of my men? Are you sure it wasn't someone else?
-Unless it is in vogue to wear flashy orange suits with your Jolly Roger embroidered on it, I'm sure of it.
-Who was it?
I close my eyes, bringing back the memory:
I couldn't tell you his name since I don't know him. But…
I open my eyes and look at him seriously:
-I could show you.
He doesn't answer. He seems to be thinking. It's normal, after all. He could be thinking I want to take memories from him. But, to show him my memories, I don't need to touch him. It can be the opposite.
-I don't show the memories the same way. If you put your hands on my temples (it sounds weird, but I searched the word), I can show you what I saw and your memories will be safe.
He didn't leave the gloves on my hands by having forgotten. He didn't want to show his memories. He stares at me intensely:
-What will happen if I trust you?
-You'll what happened through my eyes, including the memories of your man since I saw them. But you can't move or talk as long as the memory isn't over or that I stop it myself.
He finally comes closer:
-Show me.
I node and remove my gloves. I needed access to my own memories without missing a single detail. For that, I would fetch this memory with my abilities. I hadn't forgotten about it. I just wanted to be sure I wouldn't miss it. I put my hands on the table, palms to the surface, and look at him. He understands and puts his hands on my temples. I close my hands together and close my eyes.
***The long waited moment! I shall act like a narrator and not as if it was Shikyo's point of view since I am telling Shikyo's impressions as Law is watching them. As long as the text is in italics, you are inside the memory.***
Shikyo is walking in the streets. There are a lot of people, but they are paying attention not to get too close to her. They seemed more tensed than usual. She turns around, looking at the sun setting away. She needed not to be late for her meeting with this poor lady. As she turns around, she bumps right into a man wearing a flashy orange suit. Her hands come in contact with the man's hands who wanted to catch her before she would fall behind. She wasn't wearing her gloves. Her vision suddenly changes to show her a first memory. It was a large room with a huge library on the right side of the memory. There was a work desk and a desk chair. Sitting on this chair, there was a man she recognised to have seen it on a wanted poster. Trafalgar Law. He was reading something…Now that she could see the cover, she could read the title of a novel. Concentrating on the library, she could see as much novels as medicinal books. The memory disappears to leave the place to another. Trafalgar was standing tall as he hangs up the receiver of a pink den den mushi with weird sun glasses. A strange smile appears on Trafalgar's lips:
-He won't laugh anymore when I make him fall from his Shichibukai throne. He won't be able to order me around as he pleases.
The memory changes to show Trafalgar in a bar. Bepo was sitting at his right.
-You see that, Bepo?
-Yes, Captain.
Trafalgar smiles, amused:
-Those idiots will all have a hangover tomorrow morning.
New memory. It's a battle against marines. All men from the Pirates of Heart crew are fighting and to hand, without weapons. The only sword you can see that didn't belong to the marines was the Nodachi Law was holding tightly, cutting the marines as he pleases. A voice resounds, most certainly the voice of the man the memories came from:
-That Captain, Even with such a huge amount of marines, his plan is working perfectly. And we thought those marines' captain was strong.
Bepo can be seen a little further. His movements are accurate and deathly for the marines who underestimate him. The scene changes. An operation room appears. Trafalgar is looking at his notes, lying against the counter. The memories stop there, bringing Shikyo back to reality. She hears the voice she had heard in the memories:
-Hey? You hear me?
She lifts her head at sees a blue hat with a pink cap and a pair of sunglasses. The man's brown hair was falling from the hat. Shikyo nods and removes her hands before she could see another memory:
-Yes…please forgive me…
She leaves quickly.
I open my hands, stopping the memory and see the puzzled gaze of Trafalgar, not used to vision changing like this. I put my gloves back quickly and, without really thinking about it, I softly take his hands in mines to lower them:
-Can you hear me?
As if he was coming out of his thoughts, Trafalgar notices I was holding his hands and removes them quickly. I smile softly:
-I'll take that as a yes. I don't show my memories often, so I was scared you would still be attached.
He stares at me:
-Still attached?
He looked a little shaken. I nod:
-The last time, the person kept looking at my memories. Someone needed to drop sea water on my head to make the contact stop. Well, I had just developed my abilities, so I didn't had a lot of control.
He looks worried. I smile reassuringly:
-Do not worry. Everything goes back to normal after some seconds. You should already feel it.
He seems to get serious once more. He sits further on his chair, thinking. He stands up suddenly and stares at me:
-You stay there.
He walks out of the room without a word. Maybe I put that man in trouble. Huh? Wait, he left with my mother's watch!
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There! Finished! *Has her computer taken from her*
Law: Then go to sleep. I'll take care of this.
But…
Law: Want me to do it the hard way? I have to say it would be funny.
Aaah! No!
Law: Good, she's finally resting. I hope it was worth stopping herself from taking some rest. I guess she'll want some reviews. Well, since she can't do it now, I'll tell you until next time.