Chapter 8.
˝Miss Azalea what exactly do you eat?˝ - Law asked as he watched her wolf down her 5th bagel with jam. The woman found everything interesting and she had to try it all. At once.
˝What do you mean?˝ - Azalea spat out and eyed the coffee he had in his hands. The mug was filled with steamy, dark liquid and her mouth watered at the mere sight of it. Oh Heavens, how she missed this. Food and drinks, and the feeling of being tired! It felt refreshing.
˝It looks like you're eating it for the first time in your life and besides, Miss Azalea, since when were you part of this crew?˝- Law said in a cold voice. He let his irritation slip into the sentence and watched her.
˝Oh silly but I can't eat or drink while being immortal, I simply don't need it. It's been soo long since I had all of this and would you mind bringing me some coffee? I'm yearning for the sharp taste, two sugars please. ˝- Azalea answered. Law blinked. Did she just order him? His eyes flashed an angry look and he remained seated.
˝My question, Miss Azalea˝
˝You can drop the miss Lawsie and no I am not but I do have power over you so I can ask you to bring me a damn cup of coffee, especially since I was so supportive on that island˝- She flashed him a toothy grin and yawned. To say that the fight was a bloody massacre was underrated, she was pure chaos and cold death, and that was not a funny pun. Azalea struck her victims with a steady hand and a sharp scythe. The Heart Pirate captain watched her as she reaped with a smile on her face. There weren't screams and carnage on her behalf, she only hovered over the bloody earth and reaped. Silent and effective. Wearing that hood with her bony hands and long white hair she must have looked beautifully macabre.
˝Lawsie?˝- Law questioned? He noticed the stare she offered him and the smile smile.
˝Your nickname, my anchor oh you can throw the sand and the hour glass away, I spoke with the Maker, apparently he has a new plan for me˝- she rolled her amethyst eyes clearly displeased. ˝Something about the battle of four, it seems like four is a powerful number don't you think? Four horse riders, for main blues, 4 yonko's..such similaritys...˝- She smiled knowingly at Law's wide eyes.
˝So you're to help me?˝
¨Yes and no, I'm here to observe and act if needed, you're the smith of your own destiny so to say, pity I can't tell you the saying in it's original form, it's quite inspiring˝
˝Try me..˝- Law smirked for the first time that morning. They had retreated the island with beri, provisions and new organs for his addition. Azalea had expressed her hunger and walked straight to the galley. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by the crew, stares and hushes followed that woman. They even gossiped about them being together! Nothing that a simple "shambles" wouldn't resolve. The crew was used to the punishment, they knew he'd hack them back together but only when they have learned their lesson. Now he had to endure the whims of a immortal woman.
˝It's an ancient language, I'm not even sure you'd hear it. Now I shall retreat, it's obvious you won't give me coffee and I need to report. Later handsome˝- Azalea exclaimed and vanished in thin air. Law stared and cursed silently. This woman was able to slip through his grasp at her will, he needed to change that and continue his experiments, even if it meant to kill her. He'd have his way, as he always does.
˝My, my Death has to babysit you?˝- A rich, male voice said. Law's eyes shifted onto the new hooded figure and resisted to roll his eyes. Now, where was this so familiar? A hooded figure and a scythe in it's hands.
˝And who you might be?˝- Law asked in a calm, composed way. He was innerly seething that someone AGAIN came into his sub without invitation and it was beginning to seriously piss him off.
˝Famine, dear˝- the voice answered as the hood went down. Law stared at the new arrival. He had dark brown hair in that lazy yet sexy style and aquamarine eyes. A sly smile rested on the tan face. He nodded to him and took a seat. ˝I understand you don't like orders, yes? Well then I'll cut to the chase. Do not anger or harm Death, understand? I won't shut an eye on the shit you pulled last night, you lucky she went easy on you˝
Law stared at the man. Could he have feelings for her? Weren't the riders in constant war with each other? Legends and stories told so but here he was, acting the role of a "jealous boyfriend".
˝She said I was her anchor˝- So Law decided to test the waters. To his surprise Famine laughed.
˝Do you even know what an anchor is?˝- Law only offered silence. ˝Very well I shall tell you, fodder. Fodder, food for us, will it be souls or blood. She could have picked ANYONE who killed, my guess is, she was near your contraption ˝- he mentioned the steel walls of the sub ˝and picked randomly˝.
˝How do I get rid of her?˝
Now it was Famine's time to stare at him hin silence. The man scowled quietly and rose. ˝Do not offend us mortal˝- just like a breeze he was gone. Interesting, so if he hurt Azalea he could take Famine as well. Law smirked as a plan formed in his mind..
Uh uh another one done! I'll be posting shorter stuff ( or maybe a bit longer - depends on the development) BUT daily! bwahahah R&R or I might stop updating...
