Chapter 2

FanFiction writing with Frien-emies

Law diverts. "Maybe he's a friend of Stealth Black? A savior of Stealth Black when he lost his memories?"

Hawkins and Drake turns to him like the story was a juicy piece of meat. "Oh?" Hawkins cocks a brow.

"Well it's not impossible." Law scratches hid head. Hawkins makes a Soba shop owner voodoo doll.

"I mean, lets go with the theory that Stealth Black washed-up here, he was injured by the reverse tides and he ended-up on the beach with amnesia." Drake sets up the theory while Hawkins places the doll at their center.

"Then the Soba-shop owner comes along and takes him in and heals him!" Drake jumps the gun and unfolds the plot too quickly. Law scolds.

"No. That would be just plain stupid. Like the Soba Shop owner would just drag a lifeless body into his hut, when clearly he is a poor Soba Shop owner. He was on the beach scavenging for ingredients from the sea since he can't buy them cheep." Law gives them a setting with reasoning. "So when the Soba shop owner found him, he checked for pulse first, if he was breathing."

Drake saw the point. "And he was alive. So he healed him."

Hawkins adds this time. "No. He was waterlogged, and the Soba Shop Owner had to perform basic CPR."

Drake: So he performs basic CPR. Stealth Black lives.

Law: Stealth Black breaths. Opens his eyes to be greeted with sun and sin. A young handsome blonde man holding his cheeks, light taps to rouse the man which should have been dead.

Drake: Why did you suddenly turn literate? And are you insinuating Stealth Black is gay? Hey-Is there any point in writing this down Hawkins?

Hawkins: *Already writing the first few lines of Law's words on paper, a messy scrawl. "Yes, so that we may look at this later when the truth starts to unravel."

Drake: Then we might as well just pass the note pad around and see what we get instead of talking our voices hoarse. God my throat grates. We've been talking too much.

Law: Obviously you've been talking too much… *coughs because his throat is also sore. * get the paper and pen.

Law: The man was disoriented and lost, lost in the stormy grey eyes of the young man before him.

*Law was laughing hysterically in his mind. Laughing at Blackleg-ya, since obviously, this was impossible. He very well knows Sanji would rather die than be gay and be the chivalrous knight than be the damsel in distress. Yet his creative streak was very active tonight, and he suddenly wants to mess around with these two who are in the dark about who Stealth Black really is. So he thought, he might as well make this as far from the truth as possible, right?

Drake: The Soba Shop Owner taps his cheeks again, asking questions and hoping for answers. "Can you hear me? Are you conscious? What's your name?"

Hawkins: * Making the dolls move like a play.

Law: The man groans, but that was all the answer he could conjure. He looked to the back of his memories, at the very back of his mind, only to come out blank. He looked at everywhere and everything. The sand, the rocks, the ocean and the sky. He takes a breath when the handsome man stops tapping his cheeks. Then he looks to the man, looks him straight in the eyes, devoid of all guilt and evil and malice the world had stuck to his name. "Who am I?" He asked.

Drake: "I don't know" The stranger's response. That was all they said before Stealth Black passed-out.

Hawkins: When Stealth Black came to wakefulness, he was greeted with warmth from a fire, and a salty savory smell coming from the kitchen. He rises, feels the ache of his body and promptly ignores it. He stretches and was about to stand up, only to be pushed back down by the warm hands of a blonde haired man. The same man who found him on the beach.

Drake: "Are you Stupid?"

Law scolds at XDrake "What the hell? "Are you Stupid?" Is that the best you've got? I thought we had the mood going there? Also, it was my turn to write." Law throws the notepad at Drake's face. The paper ruffled, and Hawkins' squeak was barely audible against the sound of the two men arguing. He was very concerned with the pad that held their stor- theory.

Drake yells at Law "What? You expect the soba shop owner to be like a damsel in distress? Sangoro took down Orochi's guards. He's a strong fighter. Also, does it look like I give a shit?" Drake tosses the notepad back to Law, hitting his leg with the sharp corner. If it hurt, Law didn't even wince.

"Well, he called Stealth Black for back-up. Means he fights like shit, so he let Stealth Black do the work. And Yes. You look like shit, and you give a fuck because I'm better at writing than you." Law tosses the note pad back.

Drake immediately throws the pad back at Law, "You're writing is like a doctor's hand! I can't fucking read a word you wrote!"

Law throws the pad back at Drake, aiming for his face "I am a doctor, idiot!" By then, the screaming was already tense, and the adrenalin was high.

Tired of the stalling, Hawkins grabs the notepad and proceeds to write down the next installment.

Hawkins: "You've got a lot of nerve to wake up so late in the day." The blonde man says as he retracts his hands and walks over to the kitchen from across the room. Stealth Black realized he wasn't wearing his clothes, and he only had bandages on his head and torso and some cloth to cover himself with. The blonde man returned, he was wearing a blue robe, quite similar to what he had over his legs, and holding up a bowl of Soba. "Here, eat." He laid down the bowl on the table.

Law: "Who are you?" He looks skeptically at the man, rather than the warm steaming bowl of Soba before him. The man was handsome, not that it was a new discovery, just something that kept nagging at the back of his mind, always coming into his thoughts every time he sees his face. He suddenly had the urge to fuck him.

Drake: "I'm Sangoro." The blonde man, Sangoro said as he lit a pipe. He took a breath and exhaled through his nose, letting the smoke curl and float up into the air, until it disappears, leaving only the strong scent of tobacco. It seems all of the man is like the smoke he makes. Warm and fulfilling like the Soba, or a vise and addiction like tobacco. Why does this scene so familiar? Smoke? Like its a part of him somehow.

Hawkins: "What's your name?" Sangoro asks finally. The soba remains untouched, as the man stares off into the space outside the window.

Law: "I… I don't know." Was all he could say, "But your smoke, felt so familiar. Maybe... maybe I lived in an environment where everyone smokes around me? Maybe smoking is in my culture?" The man thinks, "I recall greeting someone by blowing smoke at their faces, I think it was a greeting... but I-"

Drake: "That doesn't answer who you are." Sangoro takes a whiff off his pipe and blows the smoke over to the patient, hoping to jog his memory. Yet all he got was a pathetic cough that sounded like a sneeze. Sangoro frowns and pushes the bowl and the chopsticks closer to the man. The man picks up the chopsticks, but it seems he hasn't the faintest clue of how to use it. The chopsticks keep on overcrossing by the work of his untrained hands. Sangoro holds his laughter, the frustration on the man's face was becoming more and more maddening than amusing, and he'd decided to give the man salvation by taking the chopsticks from his hands and feeding the man instead.

Hawkins: Stealth Black looks at Sangoro with irritation, "I can feed myself." He'd said out of frustration, but after seconds of looking at Sangoro dangle the noodles before him, he finally decided to take a bite. Instantly, his mouth decided to sing in the glory of the most heavenly noodles he had ever tasted.

Law: "How is it?" Sangoro asks, almost shyly. Stealth Black was too busy stuffing his face with Soba to care. The soba shop owner takes this as approval. Then the next issue would be the man's name… and his free-loading.

Law pauses in his writing. "What do you think Stealth Black's temporary name should be?" He asks the duo behind the sea stone bars. Yet the answer came from Bepo, over at the other cell. "Sanosuke!" Bepo had added, "Sorry…"

"Sanosuke, I quite like it." Hawkins drawls as he nudges Drake who gave a "meh". With the temporary name working for all parties, Law continued to write down the stor- theory.

Law: "Now that you're fed, let's go on to the more pressing matters, shall we?" Sangoro's smile turned vicious. "What will I call you free-loader?"

"I am not a free-loader. I am able-bodied man, and I am a man who pays his debts." The amnesiac states, at least he thinks he is that kind of man. Who knows what he was before all this?

"Then what do I call you, able-bodied man?" The Soba Shop owner jests, tone teasing, almost seductive. Sangoro extends a finger and pokes it firmly on the amnesiac's bandaged torso. The man was hoping to get a wince out of him, but so far the reaction was simply nothing but a blush. Sagoro was like an open book, a dissapointed scowl on his face, unsatisfied by the reaction. Somehow the man blushes deeper at the sight of the scowl turned pout. Stil the question bothered him. What was his name?

"S… St… Sa….Sa-s… sa" The amnesiac hits his head, forcing it to remember. His name at least, never mind the events, just his name and age would be enough. Yet no matter how hard he forces the information out, he can't remember.

"If you're just going to hit yourself over and over with it, why not I just give you a name?" The shop owner shrugs. He places his finger over his chin, thinking. He'd gathered up the fact that the man has an S in his name, the first letter, just like him. And his…

"I once had a brother, his name was Sazuki. What if I change it up for you? Sanzuki?"

"It sounds girlish. I refuse." The man's immediate response. He doesn't want to be a reminder of his brother or something either. Where ever his brother may be, wherever he may be.

"How about Sanosuke?" Sangoro adds, "It doesn't mean anything girly."

Drake: "It's fine." The amnesiac, now named Sanosuke replies. "Sanosuke…" He tries the name, agreeing with the way it sounds and forms in mouth. It was a suitable name, he thinks. He tries to stand-up, only to be kicked back down by the fiery soba maker.

"Rest you damn idiot. We can make a compromise with your free-loading when you're better."

"I'm not weak," Sanosuke argues.

"I'm not saying you are, but you're still an idiot." Sangoro replies. He smirks when Sanosuke grimaces, almost grinding his teeth. It's kinda cute. Like a wounded puppy.

Hawkins: Sanosuke finds himself drifting off between wakefulness and sleep, just resting on the bed and watching the blonde work in the kitchen. The comforting sounds of chopping and boiling that he'd never thought much off, was oddly soothing. Almost like a melody.

Law grunts "This is getting boring. We are crappy writers." He huffs and throws his hands out. "So much for making a good theory."

"Don't give up! It's boring now but the action starts later! We can't leave this (gestures to the unfinished story- whatever this is…) un-finished, Trafalgar!" Drake scolds. Who does this guy think he is? Quitting on a collaboration? Like he can quit, damnit! Law was laying down, back facing them.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." He says to them, still hugging the Shinning Red doll Hawkins made.

"Oh no you're not Trafalgar." Drake tries to wake Law up, throwing the rest of the Germa 66 dolls at him one by one, as hard as he can, but Law was already pretending to snore loud and annoying. Blatantly ignoring Drake's taunts.

"Calm down Drake. It is late, and Trafalgar is a doctor, he knows the importance of sleep." Hawkins whispers. "We can finish this some other time."

"I can't leave this be Hawkins! The story will haunt me in my sleep unless I finish it now!" Hawkins says as he grabs the pad and starts writing the next installments. Ever the type who can't rest until the work is finished or at least he's satisfied. Hawkins sighs. Well, that's one good reason why he likes working with Drake. He is efficient and fun to tease. So while Drake curses-up a storm, something about Insomniac doctors with dark bags under their eyes, and how the heck can he sleep comfortably in prison anyway? Hawkins rests his back on the rocky wall behind him. Well, at least the night is quiet.

The next day when Hawkins and Drake wake-up from the nap they don't remember taking, their prisoners had escaped, along with the suspiciously missing Germa 66 dolls and the finished notepad of their impromptu fan-fiction... uh... theory.

"TRAAAA-FALLLL-GAR!" X Drake curses as he runs all over the base, looking for any trace of Law and his crew. "I worked hard on that! If I find out he plagiarized it, so help me I will castrate him!"

While considerably far away from the base, Sachi was blushing red from laughter as he reads the fiction, preferably the handwriting he knows is Law's. Bepo and Penguin had taken the dolls, because they were cute ok, and Law was not really aware that his crew took the items of their fandom and had kept it until the day he found it magically on his bed in the Polar Tang.

Eventually, Law threw the dolls away because Hawkins made them, and they were likely bugged (or cursed).

Author's Notes:

Tada! The installment no one thought I was writing!

Thank you, everyone who commented, followed, faved and read the fic I wrote about fandoms and being a fan and being a dork about the things you love!

Let me answer some comments here:

GolDEin13: It's so obvious! Yes! I know! But Law does his best. ;D

G1ntsuk1: I respect you, but I firmly believe the image of Germa transformation is crucial to this fic,,, because no other fic I know mentions the Germa 66 transformation sequence I know and watched 10 times because I really do wonder who the heck created it and why it had to be so revealing. Because of this, I am very excited for the Wano anime, where Sanji discards his robe and transforms into Stealth Black. I also wonder if he gets his clothes back, because there's no color in the manga and that robe could just be the same design on a different color. :/

Harmonica Smile: Thank you for the Bepo idea. Yeah, same Heart Pirates, but Canon diverge where Law gets captured too. :D

Vi-Violence: Those adorable dorks became like that because they crossed the Straw Hat Pirates. It seems their (adorable) dorkiness was contagious.

sarge1130: Thank you for the praise! I bask in it and was ultimately inspired to continue the chapter 2 I abandoned because it was boring. Regarding Drake,,, I actually believe he'd crossed the Germa once before since he is from the North Blue Marines, and while the Germa Royals don't believe in the superiority of the Marines' equipment, I think to have marine escorts are like a status symbol that they are important and stuff. :D I'm glad I had produced memorable one liners! My ultimate aim for this fic was for people to enjoy it because it was not as well thought out and really just a fun fic :D :D :D

AND TO MY DEAR READERS: This fic is considered complete until further update. I suggest you follow if you don't want to miss the next one, but that won't be available for a long long long time. :P (I have written nothing... hehehe :E )

Well, Have a NICE FAN-TASTIC DAY! :D