A/N: Thanks to onepieceoffreedom, xAlysanneTargaryenx, and xxOchibixx for following.
I have and will continue to put tidbits of Lor's past. If you want to read the full scenes of her past, I can post them up later, when they no longer contain spoilers.
Law was pissed. Lor was in a relationship with Smoker, slept with him. Loved him. He ignored the 'not romantically' part. Love was love. He didn't know why he was so angry when he had heard that. He had expected her to belong to Smoker from the beginning. But he was pissed. Therefore he was ignoring Lor. Now… if only she knew he was ignoring her…
Except she did. And she was confused as hell. She hadn't done anything to annoy him lately. She did make bread, but he should be used to it by now, especially since she didn't force him to eat it again. She didn't spend much money on the shopping trip either. All she did was buy a present for Smoker.
Yet he seemed so angry at her that she expected something to stab her heart at any moment.
Kuzuri walked up to her and deadpanned, "Do something."
She blinked. And blinked again. "Huh?"
"About captain," the navigator rolled his eyes. "You did something to annoy him and now his pissy mood is contaminating the crew."
"I didn't do anything," Lor stated.
Kuzuri stared at her. She really didn't know? "Did you hug another guy? Talk to another guy? Hell, did you even look at another guy?"
"What I do is none of Trafalgar's business."
"I'll take that as a yes. You should hurry and confess to the captain. That would make him happy again."
Lor blinked, confused. "Confess? I didn't do anything wrong."
Kuzuri groaned, walking over just to slam his head against the wall. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
"Stop that. You'll kill the few brain cells you have left," Lor told him.
He stopped and stared at her. "For someone who speaks in a monotone and shows no emotions whatsoever, you really have a sharp tongue. Ever gone a day without insulting someone?"
She only shrugged.
"And I didn't mean that kind of confession. A love confession," Kuzuri explained.
For a fleeting moment, the blank expression vanished, replaced by a deer-caught-in-headlights expression. He would have laughed if his head didn't hurt so much. They needed softer walls.
"Why would I confess my love to someone I don't love?"
"You don't?" Kuzuri asked, surprised.
"I do?" Lor asked, just as surprised.
"You don't?" Kuzuri asked, starting to sound like a broken record.
"I don't," Lor said firmly. "April loves Trafalgar."
"They broke up," Kuzuri said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because he doesn't love her. He likes you."
"He can't," Lor replied. "He hates me. And I'm just his hostage."
"Honey, the mind and the heart say different things," April cut in, coming up behind Lor. "Law sure doesn't see you as 'just his hostage' anymore."
"B-but… Law is supposed to be your boyfriend," Lor insisted, frowning.
"If he doesn't like me, it can't be helped. I'll find someone else, eventually," April said, a pained expression crossing her face before being replaced by a determined one. "But you! You don't love Smoker romantically, even if you did send him a birthday present yesterday. Is there someone you do love?"
"I liked Leo, but never loved him. He's more like a surrogate brother now," Lor thought for a moment. "Am I supposed to like Trafalgar?"
"There's no supposed about it, kid. You either do or you don't," Kuzuri rolled his eyes.
"I… don't know?"
April and Kuzuri shared a look.
"Jeez. Both of them are a handful," Kuzuri muttered, walking away. "You're a girl, you handle it."
"I will!" April yelled back cheerfully.
April smirked evilly at Lor. The green haired girl took an uncertain step back, ready to bolt. But before she could so much as take a step, April grabbed the back of her shirt. She dragged the struggling girl to their shared room and pushed her into the bed before locking the door and pocketing the key. Lor's eyes travelled to the said pocket, calculating what it would take to get the key into her own hands. April only tsked, knowing exactly what Lor was thinking.
"Now… For our love interrogation!" April squealed.
"Love… what?"
"So, how do you feel about Law?"
"I don't love him," Lor deadpanned, hoping that answer would end the interrogation from hell.
It didn't.
April sighed, aggravated. "No! I mean does your stomach feel weird, or does your heart beat faster, or if you think about him all the time! Does your heart hurt when he ignores you or is mad at you? Do you feel angry when he's with another girl? Do you think about him all the time?"
Lor looked at April weirdly. "If you felt all that, I think you should go to a doctor and get a checkup. You may have a strange disease."
"Yes! Love! Love sick!" April squealed. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Sounds painful to me," Lor muttered under her breath.
"Fine," April huffed. "One question at a time. How did it feel when Law protected you at Sabaody?"
"… Heavy. He weighs a lot for someone who looks so skinny."
April stared blankly at the girl. "Emotionally…"
"I wanted him to get off?"
"Okay, that may not be the best example… How about when you were still a mermaid? Law went to check on you, right? How'd you feel then?"
"Kind of nice, I guess. I didn't think he cared about my wellbeing," Lor admitted. "But then again I am his hostage. And the cook. If I died the crew would have to eat disgusting food until he got a new cook."
"That's not—Never mind. You felt nice. It's a step in the right direction. What about when Law was with me? How did you feel?"
Lor blinked. "You're his girlfriend."
"Jealousy?"
"You're his girlfriend," Lor repeated.
April sighed. "Is he attractive to you? At all?"
"He is good looking. But I think I told him that before," Lor mused.
"You… WHAT? When?!"
"When he kidnapped me. I was out of it, so I just said the first thing that I thought," Lor sighed. "Look. I don't love him. I don't like him. I just want to know why he's ignoring me and why he's mad."
"So you do like him," April's look of despair transformed into a mischievous look. When Lor sent her a level, deadpan stare, she quickly wiped the look off her face. "All right. He's mad because you sent Smoker a present, because you slept with him, and because you love him."
"I don't love Smoker that way," Lor said, confused.
"It doesn't make a difference. You love him enough to sleep with him."
"But… he's my… He was the only one who loved me then. There was no one else I could turn to, or else I wouldn't have gone to him!" Lor protested. "He's not the type to do something like that, really, he isn't! It was my fault! He was just protecting me!"
April looked taken aback. Lor and Smoker really didn't have a normal relationship. She wanted to ask more, but Lor looked distressed, and she didn't want to push it.
"All right, all right. I understand," April soothed. "Just… Tell Law that, ok? That you don't have a romantic relationship with Smoker."
Smoker was… Smoker was…
"I…" Lor's eyes glazed. It was all her fault.
"Smoker," she said, knocking twice before entering his room.
He glanced up. She was wearing one of his shirts; it was large enough to hang off her frame and cover up to mid-thigh. Silently she approached him. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pressed close, close enough for him to feel her body heat. He stiffened.
"We can't do this. Not again," he said, voice suddenly hoarse. "We're siblings. This is wrong. And you know I don't love you. Not like this."
Her face nestled into the crook of his neck.
"Help me forget," she whispered against his skin. "I don't want to remember the feeling of him inside me."
Realization dawned.
"I'll kill him," he growled. He tried to stand, but she held him down.
"Don't leave me," she practically whimpered, eyes watery.
He complied, relaxing again. His hand stroked her hair. It was too easy to forget that they were siblings, and that he was too old for her. And then her mouth was on his.
Instinctively he kissed back, allowing her to push him down so his back was on the bed. He groaned, hands running up her sides. And he was already aroused. Her hands moved to his pants just as his moved to unbutton the shirt. No bra. He stared for a moment.
This time he dragged her down, his lips connected to hers, his tongue shoved into her mouth. Somehow both of their underwear disappeared, and her hand was stroking him. He moaned into her mouth and lowered a hand, preparing her as well. She gasped, making little noises that only aroused him more.
"Condom," he murmured against her lips. She nodded, letting him pull away to grab a rubber in his drawer. He ripped the packet open and rolled it on in one motion.
He crawled back into the bed, hovering on top of her, studying her for a moment. She could tell from his eyes that he didn't like the changes he saw in her. So she reached up to link her arms behind his neck. She pulled him down towards her.
A/N: And now you know Lor and Smoker's relationship. Law still doesn't know, though. I did warn that their relationship was disturbing. It just helps show that Lor is somewhat mentally screwed up.
I don't think it's morally wrong. Disgusting to most people, but not morally wrong. After all, inbreeding had been used in history to keep bloodlines pure, and they aren't even breeding.
