The Fruit of insanity

by ladyamen

[Law/OC] Hers is the fruit of insanity, which obviously will lead her to join the straw hats. The mystery of her devil fruit, the magnitude of a broken family, the blood which trails the path she touches and obviously the inevitable decision to choose between love and friendship is behind this story.

14. Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Inspired by: Mama Cass - Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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Stars are shining high above me. The wind touches my face and whirls up my long hair around my shoulders. I'm alone on the deck of the submarine which finally decided to submerge from the deep world of the sea.

It's far after midnight so I have the time and place all for myself, even Bepo who usually enjoys to be in the open so very much finally needed some rest. I look around making sure, that no one can see me, before giving in to the silent song in my head:

* Say nighty night and kiss me, just hold me tight and tell me that you miss me,
While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me *

I know I'm pathetic for doing such a silly thing, but can't help it. My body craves for a dance, my muscles want to move after being perched in this moist cold prison for a whole week. There is nothing that could prevent me from starting this, unless of course someone saw me - but I'm very confident that they all are asleep by now.

Placing a foot in front of me, then the other to the side ... a whirl and I'm gone.

Dancing around myself, imagining an invisible dance partner on the outstretched hand as a slight breeze wets my skin. My feet are light as feathers as I cover the whole place within a few leaps. The silent game for my self esteem - no sane person would be able to understand.

A whirl more, then a lascivious move down to my knees, imagining someone standing right behind me to glide down to.

No, not someone - him.

Never call for the devil ... just don't do it. The amused whistle lets me freeze on the spot.

- No, no no no no, pls, let it pls, pls, PLEASE be my imagination which has run wild, not him actually seeing me do this! -

"A belli for the song you were dancing to"

I don't need to turn around to know that he SAW EVERYTHING FOR REAL and is surely smirking like the devil he is!
I'm actually too embarrassed to say anything - that's a first for me.

The one and only way for clearing this shameful situation I know off - is getting mad - well hell this is easy.

"STALKER!" I wanted to shout but it comes out like snarl of a dog.

He simply loughs as I strike past him. Straight back to my room as fast as possible, my face burning red - not sure if from anger or embarrassment. Still silently wishing I could have continued dancing, which he successfully ruined for me even in any future.

BASTARD! Why the hell was he up that late anyway?