"Law, ..." I'm melancholic and I need someone to talk.

"Hmm?" He looks up from his desc - stacked with medical books, obviously surprised that I would suddenly call him by his real name. "How comes you're the good guy after all?" He is kind of funny, really. If I wouldn't feel so depressed I might have laughed on his expression.

Without asking permission I cross his room and let my body fall face first onto his bed. A muffled sigh escaping from the well of my heart. "I'm afraid I might be the only bad person here." I hear him standing up and sorting the books he was reading into a shelf. I'm well aware that I'm talking rubbish and will regret every single word I say this evening, but my mouth is already moving. "Especially after getting to know Luffy... I feel like someone should put me down before he manages to find out."

I shouldn't feel relieved as he unceremoniously lands on the bed beside me, but I find myself glad over the fact that he's not ignoring me.

"I'm not on the good side either, so what?" I chuckle on his statement. "You are, Heartstealer ..." He frowns, but as he's about to interrupt I hasty specify. "... you feel compassion, you're not unnecessary cruel. If you want it to admit or not, you're in fact deep down a nice person." I lay a hand on my face, to feel some kind of pressure - in pure need to stabilize my thoughts. "I don't care the least whom I kill as long as they are humans. To tell the truth, I'm more than cruel, I enjoy it, I wouldn't even have a problem killing children!"

The silence is deadly. Actually I don't even expect him to find an answer for a problem - I'm the one responsible for figuring out by my own. But, he asks nevertheless - "Why don't you do it then?" Well this is simple. "Because it would make Nii-san upset and I care more than anything about his opinion."

Its strange to lie in his bed with him like that and talking about deep soul concerning bullshit. Somehow it feels like I'm about to ruin any good impression of myself, I might ever have managed to accomplish till yet. "It's the same with me." He suddenly says. "I'm still acting according to the memory of Cora-san ..."

I can't describe how disturbed I suddenly find my feelings, the last thing I expected is him speaking of himself. Rolling over onto my stomach I watch his face. But as his eyes meet mine, I know that this is as much as he is ready to talk about his past. Instead he asks "Why do you call Mugiwara-ya Nii-san?"

I smile at that, it's not a real secret of mine. It's just ... that no one actually asked, so I simply decide to tell. "Monkey D. Dragon is my father as well." On this statement he almost keels over the bed. "W..What? You can't be serious! You're Mugiwarayas ... younger sister? Like a real sister, by blood and everything?"

Yeah that's what it's called like if you have the same father baka. Wait? Does he really think I'm younger than Luffy? Quite a compliment. Or does he think I'm even more of a callow youth than my stupid Straw Hat? Scoffing I correct him. "Actually, I'm four years older than he is!"

Law is so funny, he even manages to dissipate my gloomy mood. Judging his expression, he still doesn't seem to believe me, or maybe just having trouble with scoping. "Why the -san then?" I counter "Why the -ya?" We stare at each other, like in a childish game of sorts - who's the first to blink. "Never thought about it actually." He finally admits.

Talking about Luffy always transforms me into a cuter version of myself, so I find myself surprisingly bold by laying my head on Laws stomach while still looking at him. It's my turn to answer "He's my captain" and warmly smile on the memory of his stupid leader behavior.

It's strange how comfortable and natural the sudden closeness seems, truthfully I'm surprised he doesn't do anything about it. "I had a sister once, her character was just like Mugiwara-yas." The atmosphere in the room so gentle that I find myself enjoying his company more than I should. I could get used to this, that's totally a bad thing. It was a bad thing to come to him with such a stupid question in the first place. "What about your mother?" He suddenly asks. But I really don't feel like opening up any further. "What about Cora-san?"

A drawn.

We both understand, without being offended.

I really miss Luffy, that's why I behave so pathetic - seeking a conversation, some sort of human contact. I hate being pathetic, but on my aching heart - can't help it. I sigh, "Law-kun ..." and feel practically how his body tenses when I call his name like that. "... I'm not sure if Luffy knows. Don't let it slip, should you talk with him again." He lays a warm palm on the skin of my upper arm and the sensation of his fingers stirs suddenly something entirely else in me. "He calls you Nee-chan, what do you mean he might not now?" His words make me smile again - it's already noticeably often that he manages that. "That's true. But I don't think he actually knows, it might just be his way to respond to my proclamation." He nods and it's all the promise I need.

Somehow this is the position we end up falling asleep.