The man called Disco was shaking in his fancy, tattered clothes as Law glared at him. Shachi went to the window, looking out it for anything suspicious. While Penguin stood behind Law, waiting for Disco to speak as well.
She was taken aback that Law was asking about Doflamingo, the Warlord. That asshole had a firm grip on a lot of different underworld crap, and she had seen first hand what that String-String fruit of his could do. She shuddered internally at the vision of her ally, Oars Junior, his leg completely split horizontally as clean as a slice through butter.
She turned back to the floor, rummaging around for a new weapon, finding a large, beautifully maintained scimitar, the hilt looked worn and shone. The blade was well cared for, the sheath for it was exotic in texture. She pulled the sword from the floor. It had a name on its hilt, the fading kanji read; Swan Song. She smiled and held it, moving it slowly in her hands. The weight was light enough to allow quick motions and was substantial enough to allow more devastating attacks. She slid the blade into her empty sheath.
"Cat got your tongue?" Law asked coldly after the certified man remained silent. "I just need to know what your last bit of information from him was...nothing else."
The silence stretched, Melody watched as Law continued to glare at the man. She saw her captain finally snap and the blue film cover the room again as Law mumbled "Room."
The man was trembling more than an earthquake would, he started shouting in fear, almost screaming; "I won't say!" he cried out. "I can't! He'll kill me."
"I'll kill you," Law breathed, reaching for his sword. The man dissolved into sobs.
"Boss?" Melody said softly, watching the man shaking uncontrollably. "May I?"
Law glared at her; there was animalistic, angry glint in his eyes. She kept his gaze, if he were telling her to fuck off he would have to verbalise it. He relaxed his grip on his sword and took a shuddering breath. He shot a dirty look at Disco as he stood, before walking back to the door a few paces, not tearing his eyes off the sobbing man.
Melody took a breath; she needed to present herself as the good cop in this scenario. Law had shaken the man up, and with his room still encasing them he was intimidating the life out of the snivelling thin man.
She softened her gaze, letting her hood down, she would free her hair, but she knew this nut would crack soon. As she slid her hood off, she snuck the zipper of her hoodie down just a crack, so if the man were a pervert, he would soften up. She turned the chair Law was straddling so she could do the same. She crossed her wrists, relaxed, over the back of the chair and lowered her head so she could try and peal the man's gaze from the floor.
"Disco, is it?" she smiled cautiously. She waited for an answer.
He nodded frantically, not looking up.
"My name is Melanie," she lied to him, Law had only addressed her as 'Mel'. "What brings you Sabaody?"
Disco sniffed, "I work.." he choked and sniffed. "I worked, for Donquixote Doflamingo. I ran his Human Auctioning House."
"It's a shame," Melody cooed. "Business must have been booming until that pesky Strawhat came along."
Disco looked pissed and started shouting. "Do you have any idea how many berries I would have made on that sexy little mermaid!?" he clenched his fist. "That stupid little Strawhat brat came along and ruined everything! And when I called Doflamingo he laughed! THE BASTARD LAUGHED AT ME!"
The man was roaring now, his face red and long hair covering his face in wisps from his shaking furry. He took a deep breath and relaxed into his seat, breaking into a dry sob.
"Why did he laugh?" Melody asked, feigning intrigue. "Doesn't he want his business to succeed?" she pressed on.
Disco spat as he shouted, his voice breaking. "The ass said he doesn't want to work in slave trade anymore." the man covered his face. "'I only deal in 'smiles' now.'"
Melody could feel Law tense up on the other side of the room; she cooed at the interrogation subject.
"He didn't even want to save auction house?" she asked using a honey-sweetened tone. "Or you?" she tutted softly. "It's a shame, such a handsome man shouldn't have to rebuild by himself."
Disco's neck almost snapped as he wiped his head up, and his eyes locked onto her chest. Like a fish in a barrel, she thought.
"Uhh," the man sputtered. "I..."
"Did Doflamingo say anything else?" Law asked softly from the other side of the room, taking advantage of the perverts locked gaze. He neared Melody and rested his hand on her back as if keeping her still. He had let his room technique dissolve again.
"No," Disco slowly mumbled, hypnotised. "Just hollered at me never to call him back. And hung up."
Melody looked up to Law, who was looking down at her. A satisfied, cocky grin on his face, when she scowled at him, he blushed a little and nodded his head to Disco. Pressing her on.
"Can you contact him for me, if I begged for you?" she purred.
"No," hissed Law he made another nodding gesture, poking with his sword. He then gave her a critical look, as if the man was terminally ill.
"Oh," she nodded and she stood to walk around the man, she hopped she'd have the body strength for this. She was going to strangle him until he passed out. The man was lanky enough and didn't look lean like Law or his men did. Barely any fight in him since the last beating he took from those thugs that had been in here
"I suppose I should reward you for being so cooperative." she cooed at Disco. The man swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing at her words.
She pulled at Disco's scarf, earning a brighter blush and him drooling a little. She walked around him and purred softly.
"Close your eyes, handsome," she smirked darkly at Law, once she was behind the man's back. She had Shachi and Penguin's attention too. Her crewmembers were watching, their eyes glued like the perverts had been, but Law was smirking darkly back, appraising her work as she moved.
When she had the scarf in her hands and off his neck, she pulled it taut, making a snapping sound that made the men in the room jump and Disco go "ooh".
She grimaced at the sound of the man, the old gross pervert. She draped the cloth around his neck again, she pulled close to his neck and quickly tugged the fabric back, trapping his windpipe.
She pulled back, placing her one-foot firm on the floor. The other on the chair as the man flailed, trying to tug at the scarf cutting off his air. She heard him choke and gasping for air as he thrashed, trying to move the chair so he could free himself. She twisted the scarf, refusing to let him have an inch to breathe.
He strained and flailed a hand, weakly and feebly to Law, as if begging for help before he slipped away. His hand dropped slowly as he lost consciousness. The moment he stopped struggling she relaxed her chokehold on the cloth.
"Fucking hell." breathed Shachi into the silence.
Melody looked to Shachi and smiled a little weakly. Penguin looked just as nervous. Law however stood and examined the body.
"Not dead." he determined. "Why?"
She shrugged. "You didn't give an order to kill, not a clear one at that." she threw the scarf on the body and re-zipped her sweater up. "Did you want him dead?"
Law shrugged. "No," he tapped his nodachi on the limp body like he was poking it. "He didn't do anything to me. I just need information about our friend. He wasn't high up enough to deserve killing."
Melody nodded, she wasn't going to ask about what they had been up to in front of the crew. She wouldn't have dared question her captain of her old crew in front of them unless she were positive someone would die from their decision.
She shrugged off the sluggish feeling that was consuming her now. She hadn't strangled anyone in a while, and it is one of the few physical activities she had done in a few weeks; it had drained her. Law seemed to notice and opened the cabinets of the room.
"What are you up to?" she grumbled, rubbing her shoulders, which were also starting to ache. She silently cursed her weakness.
"You need a pick-me-up." he stated and smirked at something he had found. He took it from the cabinet and lobed it to her.
She caught it and looked it over, it was just an average snack bar. She shrugged and peeled the wrapper off, taking a bite of it. She could immediately taste the furry of sugar it was packed with. She would have spat it out if she didn't need it.
"Is it expired?" Law asked at her disgusted expression, making a reach for the packaging.
"No," she pulled her hand from his. "I've just been slowly losing a liking to sweets and this is overly sweet."
"How can you casually eat a candy bar over an unconscious person?" Penguin asked incredulously. "Isn't it weird!?"
Melody shrugged and turned to Law who chuckled, his dark grin on his face. "There are worse things to do to an unwilling victim." he headed to the door, flicking his index finger as he walked, indicating them to follow.
The two men swallowed hard, a little unnerved by what Law had said, Melody, pulled her hood on and grasped both of their hands, dragging them after Law.
They slowly walked back to the sub, grabbing some food for the ship and heading into some clothes shops for her along the way. She had never needed more than her uniform and a few casual clothes. But Law kept insisting she gets herself some more outfits and live it up on the Polar Tang with them.
"Please," Law begged. "I can't have you in a hoodie and jeans all the time. The guys switch it up too when they aren't cleaning and even wear different shirts for when they're working on maitinence."
She sighed, feeling defeated already.
"I refuse to shop for underwear or any type of clothes with you guys!" she shouted waving them from the store. "I don't need any comments on my style or ANYTHING!" she scowled at Penguin when he gave her a blushed and pleading expression.
Law was also blushing angrily. "You still have an injury." he crossed his arms. "I can't let you into a change room, so you better get the right size. We'll be waiting outside."
She was fuming, how dare he treat her like a child. She was able until now to do just fine on her own. She wanted to start shouting at him that he wasn't her parent, but she bit back the heated response and marched back into the store.
She grabbed a few more sports bras, panties and shirts. Deciding on a few shorts and jeans. She then caught sight of a stunning piece.
A little black dress, perfect length for her legs by the looks of it. Green tint at the hem of the skirt, a cut that looked like it would cover her cleavage and shoulders too. She hated the strappy little tight numbers, but this one could flow and was fluid and had shoulder encompassing straps. She grabbed the size that fit her off a hanger and brought her now weighty purchase to the counter.
The sales associate behind the counter fawned over the dress and suggest she buy a 'cheap' necklace for it. She refused quickly and after she purchased her things exited the store, with more bags than she planned; thankfully only two.
"Oooh," Shachi smiled, extending a hand to help her. "Your bags, ma'am?"
"Not on your life." she laughed and glared a little. "You get to see my panties when I die."
Law smirked, "I hope you have a funeral planned." he looked behind her.
Penguin had snuck up behind her and was trying to get his hands on her other bag. She pulled them close to her chest.
"Back up." she sneered at them. "I don't need pervs touching my new things before I can try them on."
Penguin and Shachi deflated and returned to holding the bags with food. Law was very amused by this because he started laughing. He headed to their sub, just within sight of the store.
"What's so funny?" she asked as he started walking, they followed closely.
He looked back at her, a dark glint in his eyes.
"You asked for it." he then smiled. "Room."
She immediately understood and ran towards her captain, prepared to kick him or cover whatever he grabbed. The thin film covered the whole area and she felt her bag leave her hand. She looked over he was several meters away, within arms reach of the sub, his hand clasped on her shopping bag.
She glared and blinked, in an instant, she was on top her captain. He toppled over, stunned that she had teleported on top of him. He gasped in shock as she tried to pin him and grab the bag. But he had already wormed a hand into the bag, and, by the tensing of the arm he had in the bag, had grabbed something already.
She shouted; "Don't please, Captian!"
He smirked at her, a bit of pink in his cheeks as he pulled the panties from the bag. She turned bright red at the one he had pulled out.
Of all the ones she had just bought his hand just happened to wrap around the one she never intended anyone but her to see. It was a pirate themed one. There were plenty of those in the shop, but this one had a different colour scheme; black and yellow.
On the front was a little skull and crossbones, generic and not looking like any Jolly Roger. But the black with a yellow paint splotched design. It looked like a pair worthy of their crew, which is why she picked it.
Law turned red himself and whispered huskily. "So," he smirked a little, it was cocky but he was not looking at her as he threw the panties back into the bag. "Making sure everyone you try to sleep with knows who's crew you belong to?"
She cleared her throat, tugging the bag from his hands. "I thought it was cute." she glared. "If you think it's an invitation to claim what it covers you're two steps back from that now."
He glared at her, she had been so loud and disrespectful with him she was surprised that he hadn't said anything yet or shouted back.
"Did you get a hold of them?" Shachi panted, finally have caught up. Penguin was still a bit behind, holding most of their shopping.
Melody eyes were locked on Law still or she would have glared at him. Law slowly pried his eyes from her to look at Shachi.
"No more dares, Shachi," Law said, heading up the gangplank onto the sub.
"But I thought I saw you holding something yello-" Shachi started.
Law glared at him, there was silence as she felt Law's strong presence angrily threatening Shachi without a single word being said. Shachi visibly stepped back and looked down, blushing and shifting his feet in shame.
"I'm sorry, Melody," Shachi mumbled. "I just wanted to peek, satisfy my curiosity."
Law continued into the sub, not looking back. Melody looked to Shachi finally. "You need to earn forgiveness," she sighed. "It's a little raw right now."
She gripped her bags and headed into the ship. When she reached the door to Law's room, she hesitated. She didn't know if she should go in if he were there, angry at her.
She slowly opened the door and peeked in. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, Law was showering from the sounds of it. Possibly to avoid her for the time being.
She stuffed her purchases into her bag roughly, not wanted to be there long, but trying not to make a mess of the organised chaos she had in the backpack. The water turned off in the shower and she quickly got up and headed to the door.
As she was reaching the handle of the door, she heard him.
"Stay a moment," he mumbled from the bathroom door.
She turned to the voice and lost her response. Law was topless, a towel draped along his lower half. She felt her eyes lingering on his tattoos and snapped out of it as she headed back to sit on the couch. He headed to grab some clothes and disappeared behind a plain looking, black divider.
"Did you have to use a lot of force on that man?" Law asked casually from behind the divider.
She gulped as she saw the towel appear over the top the divider, mentally shaking the vision of a naked Law from her mind, she cleared her throat.
"I hate to admit it," she twiddled her thumbs and looked at her bag, to find something distracting. "But it did."
"Hmmm," Law mumbled, coming out from behind the divider with just his jeans on, slipping his hoodie on. "I suggest you soak your muscles tonight in a bath before bed, it will keep them from getting sore later tomorrow. Tomorrow morning we'll focus on muscle movement, make sure your previous range and flexibility are still there, without reopening the stitching. You'll have to be honest with me on that."
She nodded and he relaxed into the couch next to her.
"I'm sorry," he said, surprising her.
"Thank you for apologising," she relaxed next to him a bit. "But I know deep down you're not sorry at all."
His cheeks turned pink, "That's not true."
She smiled; "Captain likes peeping at my panties." she teased, earning an annoyed glare from him. "Were you surprised?"
He swallowed and looked down, avoid her gaze, "I expected you to own black everywhere." he mumbled.
"Oh," she smirked. "Just underwear and socks are colourful in my life, everything else can be black and blue or green."
Law swallowed and rest his arm on his forehead as he lay his head back. "Why do you have to tell me that?" he mumbled.
"That reminds me," she leaned forward to him. "How are my clothes getting washed? I can wash them myself if needed."
"Throw them with mine," he shrugged. "It'll be brought up after, no one goes peeking in my laundry."
"They will if they start seeing bright green and pinks in it." she raised a brow at him.
He swallowed hard and then smiled. "Bepo handles my laundry, so no, you'll be fine." he patted her head.
"Fine," she crossed her arms. "Then I sort it when it gets back."
"Let's make it a group project," Law smirked darkly. "Us two can go through our underwear together, you must be dying to see the colour of my boxers right now."
"Show you mine if you show me yours." she purred at him, earning a gulp and a tinge of red in his cheeks.
"N-now?" he asked.
"Yea," she smiled, pleased she was able to keep her captain speechless. "If you wanna see."
She stood and hooked her thumb into the band of her jeans, waiting for Law to look up. His eyes flicked to her and then down to her hand, he turned redder. Was he even trying to keep himself level headed?
She folded the band down so he could peep at the bright purple panties she had put on that morning, they were mysterious looking but she had never expected the look in Law's eyes as she showed him.
He was bitting his lower lip, gazing intently, a hungry look in his eye. He was taking deep, shaking breaths, as if he was holding back.
She smirked and refolded the pants back to their regular spot. He took a shuddering breath and pointed to the couch next to him. She sat down and fought the smile on her lips as he stood.
He was gazing into her eyes, still biting hard on his lower lip. He hesitated, the hungry look remaining there as he inched a bit of his band down for her to peep now. She was surprised to meet more flesh and wisps of hair from below instead of cloth. It suddenly struck her and she felt the blood rushing to her face faster than she could teleport.
Her captain had gone commando.
