Disclaimer: Author doesn't own One Piece.

Author's Note: How long has it been since I last updated? A terribly long time.

I am sorry. I really am. That's all I can say. If any of you ever checked my profile, you knew the reason why. If not, don't bother. I don't want to bore you with the details.

Warning/s (wow, the first time I put something like this here): Headcanon!Corazon. Yep, you read that right.

Personally, I didn't like this chapter very much. I do hope I still haven't lost my touch. Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes (and the quality of the story...?).

Lost(?)

Part II

Sabaody Amusement Park, 11:25 am.

"One moment I was holding his hand, the next he just... D-Doffy, please, help me find him!"

Doflamingo was already typing rapidly on his phone as his baby brother spoke frantically. The older between the two hit the phone's send icon, a near-manic gleam in his eyes.

[NEPHEW'S MISSING. I'm here with baby brother, Sabaody Amusement Park. Help us find my little hellion. Go here, NOW.]

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'Twenty minutes earlier'

Law took it upon himself to make sure that his father's hand was securely gripping his own as the two of them wove their way through the crowds. He prided himself of being responsible enough for the child knew that his Papa Cora, though more than responsible himself, tended to have more than one episode of his clumsiness which often led to the blond physically hurting himself - and inadvertently, unwillingly, cause the same to the raven-haired boy. But this time, amid a bustling crowd, Law knew that one way or another Papa Cora was bound to accidentally let go of his hand and get lost.

So when it happened, the child wasn't surprised in the slightest.

Law pushed himself in between people in an attempt to grip the hem of his father's shirt before the latter could move farther away. Just as when his fingers were mere inches from the well-cared heart-printed article of clothing, someone none too gently pushed the child away from the blond, Law taken by the surge of people headed off east (the child wasn't sure; it was hard to tell in the middle of the noisy crowd) and his Papa Cora weaving his way farther from the throng of people, unaware that his son was no longer with him.

Instead of going against the flow lest he be trampled, the five year-old followed the crowd and quickly jogged his way out of the mass of bodies when he spotted a not so crowded area. He studied the vicinity he was in and found that he was now in front of the amusement park's renowned horror house. Law grinned triumphantly at the sight but fought the urge to celebrate until he was out of his current dilemma. With a grim nod at the horror house, he pulled his gaze away and moved out in search for his clumsy, dork (but undoubtedly, undeniably precious) father.

"'Scuse me," the child found himself asking a few minutes earlier, "I hate to interrupt, but have you seen a tall blond wearing a white shirt with red heart prints around? He's also wearing a hat that looks like a hood and beige pants."

The man Law was asking - another blond - frowned in thought, messy pony-tailed hair swaying gently in the light breeze. He carefully adjusted his hold on the red-haired baby in his arms and shook his head.

"No, I haven't," replied the man. The baby pouted down at Law, which the child simply ignored. The oldest among the three noticed the small exchange - or lack thereof - and chuckled, amused. He looked back at the raven-haired boy and asked in an unoffending manner, "Why are you looking for him? Are you lost?"

Slightly miffed at the not so unexpected question, Law drew himself to his full height (which would have been impressive if not for the pout on his face) and looked up at the man indignantly. He replied rather confidently, "No, I'm not."

The blond stared quietly at Law for a few seconds as if trying to determine if the child was telling the truth. The five year-old watched as the man tore his gaze off of him and scanned the area, smiling instantly when something - or rather, someone - caught his attention.

"How about we ask the security personnel over there for help and tell him that you're lost-"

"I'm not the lost one!"the little boy exclaimed indignantly and threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. With an annoyed 'hmph!' he crossed his short arms over his chest and uttered a vexed yet still polite goodbye at the blond and stomped towards said personnel.

"No, Kid, that's a very rude thing to say! Where did you learn that?"Law heard the blond reprimand the crimson-haired baby as the two walked away.

"Fom Da costoo sa'itall datine!"

Giggling at the baby's loud proclamation, Law went his way and never forgot to politely say "Excuse me!" at people who blocked his way towards the security personnel, earning both amused and delighted expressions from people most specially the elderly at the well-mannered child (and the cat-ears headband Law was still wearing added up to the charm). But the moment the five year-old reached the area where the security personnel was mere moments ago, there was not a sight of the latter to be found anymore. They got separated near the carousel, so Law quickly made his way back to that area, hoping that his father was waiting for him there.

There was no sign of Papa Cora when he reached the place.

Any five year-old would have cried had they found themselves trapped in this kind of situation, having been lost amid a crowd of strangers with not a single, familiar face around to offer them comfort. Any five year-old would have already been crying for their parents at this point of time. Any five year-old child who got themselves lost most definitely would.

But not five year-old Law son of Donquixote Rocinante aka Corazon. Why would he when he most definitely was not the one who got lost?

He frowned thoughtfully, lightly berating himself for letting his father loosen his grip and for letting the crowd tear them apart. But he could not fully blame himself; Papa Cora was the one who let go (accidentally, of course) of Law who, on the other hand, had a tight grip so as not to get into trouble. Now things could not be undone for they had already happened. His Papa Cora was missing, and it was up to Law to find him.

What if his Papa Cora was crying? The thought made the child winced. He wanted to continue to ask around, but a niggling feeling in his chest told him to do another thing that would help him the most in finding his wayward father.

Since the amusement park was too big for a child to search alone for his wandering (missing) charge, Law sought for someone with connections throughout the place who could help him.

Mature sometimes in thinking he might be, Law was still a child. So as he walked around in search for help, the raven-haired boy's mature and childish sides waged an internal war worthy of recognition.

(Somehow, it went like this:)

Law sighed. Really, his father was the one who insisted that they hold hands to ensure that the child would not get lost – Look what happened, he's the one who got lost, grumbled the mature side – but what happened? The five year-old pinched the bridge of his nose to (hopefully) stave off an impending tantrum, courtesy of the thoughts of an angry child. Looking around for any sign of his father and also for a certain person who could help him, Law was rewarded with a sight he soon became quite relieved and thankful of.

Finally.

One of the security personnel scattered around the amusement park stood a few feet away from the child. Law approached the man who was talking to a woman with strawberry blonde curls. The five year-old stretched out a hand and tugged on the man's sleeves. The security personnel looked down at him, two cigars sticking out of the white-haired man's mouth. Law crinkled his nose at the scent of nicotine, wondering if the man knew that smoking was bad for his health.

Adults. Always thinking that they knew what's best for them. The child almost scoffed at the thought.

"What is it? Need help or something?"the white-haired man asked gruffly, a blank look on his face.

Law studied the man who seemed to be around the same age as his Papa (or maybe just a year older or two perhaps) and saw a name tag with the word "Smoker" emblazoned on it.

"My papa is lost," Law stated in a matter-of-fact tone, expression calm and collected.

The security personnel raised an eyebrow, a confused look quickly making its way on his seemingly usually blank face. "Eh?"

Law pouted and gave the older male a rather severe look. Really now, what part of the sentence "my papa is lost" could he not understand? With an impatient roll of his eyes, Law breathed deeply and tried to be as calm as he could.

Adults.

"My papa is lost," the raven-haired boy repeated clearly and firmly, voice sounding as if he was talking to someone much younger than him. "Can you please help me find him? His name is Donquixote Rocinante, has shaggy blond hair, wears a white shirt with red heart prints and beige pants, about six feet and seven inches tall, has-"

Beside Mister Smoker, the strawberry blonde woman stifled an ill-disguised laugh by means of a cough. Both security personnel and child looked at her with varying degrees of barely concealed interest. She had the grace to ignore the stares given to her, however, and smiled serenely at the white-haired male.

(Looking at the white fluff made Law wonder if the man suffered from premature greying.)

"I'd be recordin' the info the li'l lad's givin' ye,"the woman whispered at Mister Smoker that was loud enough for Law to hear and gave the older male a wink. With a nod that seemed to say "play along!" that went unnoticed by the child, she shrugged at Mister Smoker and placed a friendly and gentle pat on the raven-haired boy's shoulder. The security personnel's impassive face pinked and moved to do as he was told.

"Where did you last see your... missing father, Mister, uh...?"

"Law. I saw him last while we're passing through the crowd. Near the carousel. But when I checked the area, he was nowhere to be found."

Mister Smoker nodded and moved to reach for Law's hand while he pulled out a radio from his belt. The woman, however, took the child's hand first and proceeded to lift him up, grinning in a charming way that made Law blush. Now that the child was looking intently at her he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was, sunlight bouncing magnificently on shiny strawberry blonde curls. The little boy flushed further when her crimson eyes, glinting with what seemed to be mischief, focused on him. Cherry red lips stretched in a smile, crinkling her eyes and emphasizing the tiny mole under her left eye.

So pretty.

"Ma'am, if you would please hand the child over," Mister Smoker said, voice cutting through Law's thoughts. The child snapped out of his staring, only to glare at the white-haired male who interrupted his analysis of the woman holding him.

"Oh, but I think it'd be better fo' his missin' dad ta come to 'is child himself, ne?"she replied, grinning at Law conspiratorially. Mister Smoker opened his mouth to protest but she grinned wickedly at him. "Mista' Law and I will be waitin' fo' ye and his dad in the food court. Sounds good 'nough?"

Without waiting for the security personnel to reply, Law allowed himself to be whisked off towards the meeting place, smiling to himself. He did not know why but he could feel that the strawberry blonde could be fully trusted. The five year-old did not take to strangers easily, but she had already taken a hold of him in a very good way.

"Don' worry, love. Mista' Smoker will find yer dad soon 'nough. Now, would you like a cotton candy?"

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'Sabaody Amusement Park. 11:43 am.'

Doflamingo fought the urge to curse as he watched his younger brother paced around in front of the carousel where he had last seen Law. The older Donquixote huffed, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against the railing as he tried to tune out Rocinante's sniffles which only went louder with each passing minute. If the clumsy idiot started to sound like a beached whale the next moment, Doflamingo swore that heads would roll.

In his imagination, of course.

The older between the two breathed deeply through his nose and counted from one to ten just to hopefully calm himself (he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but when Roci told him that Law's missing he got very scared). Once done, he counted backwards and in Spanish. No, he was not mad at his brother for losing his nephew and for being such a worried mess for the past twenty minutes or so. Maybe he was mad because none of his friends had made contact so far regarding the missing Law. Every time someone called or texted, the siblings would find themselves looking at each other, one with fear and the other frustration. Honestly, this godforsaken amusement park was large enough for them to miss a sight of the raven-haired child.

(Why any of them never thought of enlisting one of the park's scattered personnel help in finding Law was a mystery that would never be fully solved.)

A white-haired security personnel jogged towards the siblings and stopped right in front of Doflamingo, the former's brows furrowed as he scanned Rocinante from head to toe. The man pulled two cigars from his mouth and heaved a relieved sigh. The older Donquixote raised an eyebrow at the action and inched protectively towards his sniffling baby brother as the man spoke on the radio, stating that he already found the person they were looking for.

"Are you Donquixote Rocinante?"the security personnel asked gruffly, face set in a thoughtful frown. Doflamingo shot his brother a look and nudged the younger on the shoulder.

"He didn't happen to destroy any of this place's properties, did he?"the older brother asked, eyes hidden by a pair of sunglasses still locked on his sibling's face. Doflamingo almost smirked when Rocinante gave him an incredulous look before punching him on the shoulder for the unnecessary jibe.

"Y-Yeah, I am,"Rocinante answered. "But I didn't destroy anything!"he added hurriedly, face turning an interesting shade of red.

The security personnel shot the brothers a suspicious look before showing them his ID. "Actually, I'm not here for any offenses made against the park. My name's Smoker, and I'm here about your missing kid. Name's Law, right?"

"DID THEY ASK FOR A RANSOM ALREADY? I CAN BUY THIS AMUSEMENT PARK AND GIVE IT TO THEM IF THEY FUCKING WANT!"Rocinante howled desperately, pulling the heart-shaped tassels of his hat with trembling hands. He was about to shout some more but people were starting to look at him which made the younger blond shut his mouth and purse his lips in embarrassment.

Doflamingo shot his brother an unimpressed look. "I thought you said Law's just missing."

"Yep."Rocinante answered meekly, looking thoroughly subdued after making a scene. The brothers looked back at the man named Smoker when the latter cleared his throat to get their attention.

"The kid's looking for you. Please follow me."

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'The amusement park's food court. Current time: 11:50 am.'

Corazon dreaded to see the look on his poor son's face as he and Doflamingo approached the food court where Smoker was currently leading them. The white-haired male informed them that he had left Law with someone completely trustworthy enough to look after the child while he went to look for them.

(A shadow of doubt seemed to fill Mister Smoker's face when he said the word 'trustworthy', though, so Corazon watched the man suspiciously after that. To be honest, the security personnel looked rather forced when he delivered the word.)

What if Law was scared? What if he was crying? Would his son hate him for accidentally getting the little one lost? Would Law finally realize that the Papa Cora he always looked up to was a complete failure for being unable to prevent a situation like this?

With his shoulders squared and his face set in a determined yet apologetic look, Corazon marched forward like a man who was about to be executed. Sky blue eyes scanned the area for his dearly beloved son, vision instantly blurring when he caught sight of familiar raven locks. The young father's face broke into a watery smile at the sight of Law, but then his jaw slackened upon seeing the position his adorable angel was currently in.

Law, who was fast asleep (must be due to the exhaustion crying gave him [Corazon's heart shattered further at the thought]), was in the arms of a strawberry blonde woman. It would be a completely innocent position which the younger Donquixote brother could accept or dismiss easily only if: a) Corazon perfectly and personally knew who the woman was; and b) if she was Law's mum. But neither fit, causing the young father to quicken his pace, face turning beet red the longer he stared at his son snuggling unawares on the woman's ample...

Behind him, Doflamingo attempted to muffle a suspicious-sounding giggle. God forbid, his older brother never giggled unless...

The woman tore her gaze off the sleeping Law when the three males approached. Corazon quietly thanked Mister Smoker who only nodded curtly in return and shot the woman a slightly affronted look before he took his leave. The strawberry blonde's cheeky grin aimed at the security personnel did not go unnoticed by the young father and made him wonder if he missed something. Bright crimson eyes locked with sky blue orbs and she shot Corazon an easy smile.

"Ye must be Lawsie's Papa Cora," came the woman's accented and highly amused voice. For some odd reason, Corazon felt slightly disturbed by the amusement not only in her voice but also in her crimson eyes glinting with utter mischief that rivaled that of Thor's and Avengers' Loki. Beside him, Doflamingo loudly cleared his throat to capture the woman's attention. It failed, however, when she lowered her gaze and gently hushed Law when the child shuffled a little in her arms. Corazon successfully suppressed a smirk when his brother openly huffed in disapproval. He watched as the woman gently carded her slender fingers through Law's raven hair, a bemused and nostalgic expression on her pretty face.

"Er, yes. I am," replied Corazon, lifting a hand to gingerly rub the back of his neck. The still unnamed woman looked back at him and chuckled.

"Li'l lad's been lookin' fo' ye ev'rywhere, ya know. Says ye're-"

Her words were cut off when Law stirred and slowly woke from his sleep.

"Miss...?"Corazon's son mumbled sleepily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned like a cute little kitten (both adoptive father and strawberry blonde woman stifled delighted squeals at the sight while the oldest among the three adults pointedly looked away so as not to end up like the other two) and blinked owlishly up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I fell asleep."

Corazon beamed proudly at the behavior his little son was displaying. The younger Donquixote brother gave himself a pat on the back and mentally congratulated himself for managing to raise his son well. He blushed when the woman offered him a knowing smile. His cheeks instantly paled, however, when Law looked over his shoulder and his grey eyes locked with his father's.

"Papa Cora!"

The adoptive father quickly rushed towards his little boy when the woman set the latter down to meet the blond. Corazon dropped on his knees and opened his arms to wrap a firm yet gentle hug around the little body, only to be met by a strong and solid knock on his nose delivered by a small fist.

A loud howl of pain cut through the noise within the food court.

Corazon clutched his nose, tearful sky blue eyes locked on his sweet, wonderful baby boy. One of Law's fists was raised, cheeks puffed and pink in anger. The blond blinked rapidly as his son pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes up at him, short arms now crossed over his chest.

In all honesty, Corazon was more prepared for the child's tears and why did you leave me's and 'I'm scared's. He could understand that for he had experienced getting lost when he was a little boy. But he most certainly did not expect the punch and the angry glare aimed at him. The adoptive father was simply flummoxed by it all.

"Law, I'm so sorry," he started to explain. "I looked everywhere for you, I swear! Uncle Doffy helped, too-"

Corazon quickly clamped his mouth shut when Law raised a small hand to silence him. He watched in wonder as his little son pinched the bridge of his button nose and huffed in annoyance.

(Donquixote Rocinante was painfully aware of the two adults chortling at his expense. He tried to ignore them, but their laughter sounded too loud for his liking.)

"How could 'you' get lost, Papa?"Law yelled, unable to control the upcoming tantrum. He stomped his foot once and leveled his father an accusing glare. "You let go of my hand and got lost! I looked everywhere for you, but you're nowhere to be found! I was so worried about you!"said Law, hands gesturing wildly in the air as he spoke. "You suggested that we hold hands so one of us won't get lost in the crowd. I was gripping your hand back, Papa Cora, tightly" – Corazon remembered his son's vice-like grip on his hand, winced at the memory while unconsciously flexing said hand, and nodded eagerly when the child shot him another glare – "to make sure that you won't let go! But what happened? You did the exact opposite of what we'd been trying to prevent and 'you' got lost!"

Corazon blinked when his son finished talking. He looked at his glaring, pouting son, opened his mouth only to close it again at a loss for words, and pointed at himself. The blond gazed over his shoulder to cast his brother a questioning look but Doflamingo only stared back at him in disbelief.

"Oh. Laddie spake the truth then," the strawberry blonde woman remarked, amusement blatantly evident in her voice.

Law then launched himself at Doflamingo and tightly hugged one of his uncle's legs. "Thank you for finding him, Uncle Doffy! Oh, and Mister Smoker, too! Where is he?"

Corazon allowed himself to be pulled back up on his feet by the woman and shot her a confused look. "H-He thinks that I'm the one who got lost?"he asked her, voice filled with disbelief.

The woman chuckled and majestically whipped her luscious tresses over her bare shoulders. "Nah. I believe ye're the one who really got lost, Mista' Cora."

"What the-? Now, look here, miss..."the ruffled male started, frowning as he watched Law detached himself from Doflamingo and ran back to the woman who, in turn, openly and unashamedly squealed when the child now latched himself on one of her long legs. Corazon's jaw dropped when Law gazed up at the woman with a look full of utter adoration, the little boy's grey eyes wide and sparkling.

"Thank you for everything, Miss Cora!"the child said, beaming. He then blushed furiously and buried his face on the woman's jeans-covered leg when she smiled back at him and shyly muttered, "So pretty...!"

The Donquixote brothers shared a shocked look at the raven-haired child's display of affection towards a total stranger. Corazon was feeling a little more than shocked, on the other hand. He gazed at his son with eyes as wide as the moon, hands tugging the heart-shaped tassels of his hat frantically.

Oh, no! I never meant for Law to get lost- no, stupid! I never meant to get lost, and now my little boy has been stolen from me by this woman! Corazon mentally screamed. Law don't take easily with strangers… what did she do to my baby boy? what kind of sorcery is this?!

"Um, Law," said Corazon, hands raised placatingly so as not to add more fuel to the fire when Law glared and pouted at him. "I'm so glad you managed to find papa with the help of Mister Smoker and Miss, erm, Cora. I'm so sorry for letting go of your hand and for… um… getting lost!"

The woman named, oddly enough, Cora placed a slender hand on top of Law's head, perfectly manicured fingernails and porcelain skin contrasted beautifully with the child's raven hair.

"Law, please forgive Roci. He was crying his eyes out when he called me and hadn't stopped even until I and everyone else in the family arrived, you know," Doflamingo added, grinning at his younger brother in a teasing manner.

Corazon pouted at his brother's choice of words. Trust Doflamingo to give him his full support when Corazon needed it(!)

"Aw, aren't ya gunna fo'give yer papa, cariad? 'E looks like a kick'd puppy, jus' look at 'im! So cute."

The younger Donquixote brother chose to ignore the strawberry blonde's description of him and gave his son a hopeful look. To his horror, and much to Doflamingo and Miss Cora's delight, Law shook his head, puffed his cheeks, and leveled Corazon an annoyed glare from behind the now cackling witch's legs.

"No!"

Corazon spent the entire time on their way home crying pitifully like an abandoned pup as Law slept on his lap, Doflamingo laughing every now and then as he stole glances of his baby brother through the rearview mirror.

cairad – "love", a term of endearment. Welsh.

To:

MissFenoSwede – Thank you so much! *smiles widely*

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Miki - Thanks! Here it is!

MyAndBiebs-Friki – I'm so sorry I can't speak Spanish, but thank you so much for reading and reviewing! G-Gracias!

HalfAsleepWriter – Here's an update, just don't d-die! *takes that stuff seriously* *gets whacked on the head by Corazon* Oh, that. *grins evilly*. Prepare for chapter twelve, then. *cackles maniacally*

Son of Whitebeard – Ah, too bad no one kidnapped Law. Too bad… *cowers under Corazon and Doflamingo's evil glares* Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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