Trafalgar Law being sexy and creepy at the same time?! Here! Here it is! Bask yourself in his presence!

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Chapter 3

Celestial Dragon

Trafalgar Law was never usually interested. Well he was interested in the normal things; money, fighting and the welfare of his crew but not people. Trafalgar didn't do people. He didn't like people. He liked his crew of course, but they were just a bunch of mismatched guys and a polar bear that he just so happened to get along with. People got too attached to things easily and they were mundane and boring. The body however was a different story.

As a surgeon, Law found human anatomy fascinating. He knew everything about it. He could name every bone in the body, diagnose any known illness and cure it. He found it truly amazing from the complexity of the nervous system to something as simple as the skin and when he was the one cutting the person open... well, he just had to have a little play around now didn't he? He'd never experiment on his crew but Marines and dear enemies of his? Oh yes, he liked to play with them. He knew well that people thought of him as a sick, twisted freak but they didn't understand that his experiments were purely all in the name of science. Textbooks only gave the basics and Trafalgar had always preferred first hand experience when it came to these things.

He smiled to himself as he sat down, an arm resting on each chair either side of him and his right leg cocked up to cross over his left. He watched from his lookout to the other side of the room, cold grey eyes locked on his objective- a young woman. She was the one who'd shuddered when he had sat next to her, making it well known she clearly didn't like his presence and had obviously heard the stories about him. At first he had deliberately locked eyes with her, trying to intimidate. He liked it when people were scared of him, so what? But her eyes had caught his attention. They were large and milky white with wisps of tinted pinks and purples like the pearls he had seen strung around all the women's necks when he'd first entered the Auction House. He knew, as a doctor, that there was no pigment from any chromosome that existed that could ever make an eye colour like that but that didn't matter, she could be wearing some sort of lense over her eyes for all he knew. It was the pupils or, rather, the lack of pupils that had him intrigued. Surely, even if she was wearing a lense, you would be able to see the black little dot? Especially with an eye colour that pale...

He cocked an eyebrow and continued to study her with a long, calculating gaze. She was talking to the Strawhats now but he couldn't hear their words. 'A crewmate?' He thought, puzzling, but then he saw the way she seemed scared of the blonde man, 'No,' he decided, 'She can't be.' He watched as her odd coloured eyes locked onto the bidding stage as though she were searching. Trafalgar took off his hat and ran tanned, tattooed fingers through the choppy locks of dark hair with his eyes narrowed. Why was he so damn interested in her? He put the spotted fabric back on his head.

"What are you?" He murmured.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I NOW BRING TO YOU TODAY'S SPECIAL! IT'S THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, ALL THE WAY FROM FISHMAN ISLAND, THE LOVELY, THE WONDERFUL, THE MYSTICAL MERMAID KEIMI!" The Slavemaster roared and with a sweep of his arm, the cloth covering the container was whipped away to reveal a tank filled with water and a terrified looking Keimi trapped in it.

Immediately the crowd was in uproar, cheering, whistling and screaming their bids like a pack of wild animals. Sitting in their seats, Stellar felt ill; Sanji bit his cigarette in half; Nami paled; Chopper, Hachi and Pappug looked like they were about to cry; and Franky, who had joined them a few minutes ago, set down his bottle of Cola with a disgusted look on his face. The crowd was so loud now that Stellar had to shout to be heard by the others, "I am sorry for asking but how much Beli do we have, Nami-san?"

Nami called back to her in an equally loud voice, "Two hundred million. It's all we have!"

"Two hundred million?!" She was shocked at the amount.

The Slavemaster called out above the crowds, "That's seventy million I hear..."

Nami leapt to her feet, "One hundred million!"

There was a collective groan from the crowd, and they fell into whispers, debating over whether or not to bid any higher. Everyone then fell silent. The Slavemaster smiled wickedly, "One hundred million the lovely little redhead over-"

"One hundred and thirty million!" Somebody yelled and Nami quickly countered it with a cry.

"Two hundred million Beli!" She waved the wad of money over her head temptingly and Stellar could almost see the Beli signs in the Slavemaster's greedy eyes. There were no more bids that followed Nami's.

Keimi had looked up at this point and had her hand flat on the glass wall of the tank, her face as close as she could get it without pressing it flat against. There was a wide, disbelieving grin on her beautiful face, and she looked as if she could cry with joy. Hachi stood up and waved, "Keimi! We're here to save you, Keimi!" Pappug was leaping up and down on his shoulder. Sanji flung himself forward, lovehearts spewing everywhere,

"Keimi-chwaaaaaan! It's me, Sanji-kun!~~" He sang, arms open wide to her. Everyone joined in, waving and smiling at the joy of having got their friend back. Stellar stood on her chair, her eyes twinkling with hope. She threw a hopeful smile to her mermaid friend and, though she looked shocked at first, Keimi waved and smiled too.

"That's two hundred million Beli for the mermaid Keimi to the red head. Going once... Going twice..."

"Five hundred million."

The words shattered the perfectly happy scene that had fallen on the group of friends. Stellar saw Keimi's face fall into a look of horror that matched that of the Strawhats. The crowd gasped at the sudden turn of events and Stellar whipped her head around to see the man standing in the opposite stalls, a wide smirk on his face.

He looked at them all in turn with a cocky look in his eyes, "I bid five hundred million."

From his seat, Trafalgar saw the whole exchange like a mother over her unruly child. He looked from the shattered look on the girl's face to the short, fat, selfish excuse of a World Noble. He fixed him with an accusing glare, "Charlos..." He murmured as he studied the black-haired man.

The World Noble Charlos was a prime example of why the surgeon didn't like people.

Trafalgar leaned forward in his seat, uncrossing his legs to rest his elbows on his knees. 'What a horrible, fat little man...' He thought before smirking, 'I think he'd be fun to experiment on.'

He stood up and brushed down his hoodie, putting his hand in his pocket as he slipped through the line of people on his row. He'd go get his Nodachi from Bepo and then the real fun could begin but then again, maybe he'll watch from a far for a while till the right time comes and then he can have his own fun. He chuckled softly to himself,

"I wonder what the inside of a World Noble looks like?" He mused.

Oda really did a good job making the World Nobles to be someone you could really hate. I hate them and I don't think they are really the descendants of the gods. I think they're just puppets or something like that. Go, Law! Slice their bodies and throw them in the ocean.

Things are getting edgy! What will happen to Keimi?! I know that you know lol but still check out the next chapter!

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