A small chocolate brunette teen girl lays weak in her hospital bed breathing shallowly. Wires and IV's snakes around her pale body as if they are trying to squeeze the last bit of life out of her. A lanky ravenette has fallen asleep slumped over in an uncomfortable hospital chair once again. The small body starts to shift causing the boy with drooping yellow eyes to wake. With a rub of his eyes he smiles to the girl, "Hey is my bone marrow doing wonders on your body?" He tries to fight back the tears knowing that the transplant wasn't working and his baby sister was growing tired of the fight. The petite girl with big brown eyes tries to smile sympathetically and answers, "I feel like I could start Med School with you tomorrow" she cough haggardly, a little blood spots her Kleenex. The conversation continues as normal, how is school, how are the parents really, how is the hospital staff treating her, etc. Suddenly the girls big brown eyes fill with an upsetting seriousness, "If I don't beat this, promise me you will still open up our practice." The ravenette's heart starts to thump out of his chest, "Hey you're going to beat this and we will open it up together just like me promised all those years ago." A ghost of a hand rests on the boy's tan cheek, "We all know it is just a matter of time Law. Please don't let our dreams die." The boy was about to protest but the girl's hand slides limp off his face and the monitor starts to make an awful noise. The boy screams out for help as he hold his dying sister's hand trying to grasp the last of her life. The terrified boy is pushed back as the doctors try to resuscitate the boy's sister. "Lami stay with me! Lami!" His messy black hair hides his face and as tears stream down his face as he tries to deny reality.

*Law POV*

I force myself to wake up. I run a hand through my damp hair, rub the wetness off my cheeks and the crust out of my eyes.

It has been a really long time since I have had that dream.

I push myself up and reach for a silver frame on my night stand. My thumbs traces the cool frame as I stare at the picture.

The picture was of my family and me on our vacation to Alabasta a year ago. Well kinda vacation. The medical convention there wanted to award my dad with the Humanitarian Award and the family tagged along and made it a vacation out of my dad's accomplishments.

This particulate moment was before the dinner were my dad was going to receive his reward. My dad and my mom were in the middle and my sister was to my mom's side and I was to my dad's. We looked really mature.

My dad's black messy hair was combined nice and he wore a tux with a black bow tie, my mom's brown locks were piled on her head in an elegant updo to show off her collar bones in the simple strapless sapphire mermaid style floor length gown she was wearing, I had on a black suit coat, black pants, and a white shirt with the few top buttons undone and my hair was as messy as ever, and my sister's short hair was down up in old fashion curls to complement the white Marilyn Monroe style dress she had on.

We all had candid smiles on our faces. We looked like the perfect family, one that everyone should and did envy.

Why did it all have to go? What was wrong with having a close to perfect life?

I rest the picture back on my side table and check the time on my phone: 10:36.

I hit the message on button on my touch screen but am greeted with no new messages. At that moment I really didn't think much of it.

For the next few hours I did my average Saturday thing, brunch, a little homework, some Grey's Anatomy, all of that brilliant me time stuff.

When 1:00 rolls around and I still have no messages I start to worry a little bit.

She should of texted me by now. She wanted to meet at noon.

I pace back and forth for a while debating what I should do. Miss Hayashi has been very distance the past few days after our little incident, but she insisted that we continue with her catch up sessions. However they were now held at school. At our last meeting she told me she would text me when she was leaving so we could meet up at the library.

All day not a single message.

I wouldn't think much of it but she could fall of the wagon and go diving back into pills any moment.

I groan and throw on jeans, a white sweater, my black boots, and my hat, stuff my backpack, and slam the door on the way out.

Having an unstable quota is too stressful. Maybe I should just forget about her. Get boss to find me another one. Wouldn't have to be breaking into people's apartments at one in the afternoon.

As I approach her building I devise a plan on how to get in past the main entrance without having a key.

I small smile spreads on to my face when I see my answer. My answers came in the form of an old lady trying to carry a massive amount of groceries by herself.

I jog over to her and lift up a couple of her paper bags. I plaster a smile onto my face as I look down at the old women, "Can I help you carry these in ma'am? I am visiting my girlfriend in this building anyway, I am sure she wouldn't mind if I am a little late."

"Well aren't you the sweetest young man." She coos, "What girl is lucky enough to have you as there boyfriend?"

I chuckle, "My girlfriend is Hayashi Lillian, she lives up on the seventh floor and if anything ma'am I am lucky to have her."

"Miss Hayashi you say," the broad chatters on as she lets me into the building and we enter the elevator, "I live right across from her. She is just a dear. Asking me if I need help with anything and her voice is just beautiful. Sometimes I will leave the door cracked open so I can her lovely voice. That girl has talent, but I guess you would know that now wouldn't you. How did you end up meeting Miss Hayashi?"

I bit the inner part of my cheeks so I don't give a cheeky reply, "I met her at college actually. We both go to Marineford University. She is absolutely brilliant."

The elevator dings as the old bat comments, "Wow you must be very smart. I bet you to make a cute couple. Oh! Do you hear that my dear?"

An enchanting sound fills the air pulling me toward it like a pirate toward a Siren's call.

As the old lady tries to find her keys I stare in a trance at Miss Hayashi's room, finding it was where the hypnotizing tune was coming from.

I don't even realize the door open until the old women gives me a shake. I shake my head and quickly turn around as the old broad laughs at me, "Frank Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon. The version was song by Julie London, but that girl can do it just as wonderful if not better don't you agree? Not many or you young people still sing the classics."

I cast my gaze toward the door one last time, "It is beautiful. Like nothing I have ever heard."

The old lady instructs me to put the groceries on the table telling me that she would put them away later. After that she plops down in a white corduroy recliner and give me a little wave, "It was nice to meet you young man. Now you don't let someone like Miss Hayashi go. She one of a kind."

I bow, "It was nice to meet you to ma'am and don't worry I won't let her go. It would be a crime to."

I close the door behind me and stand motionless in front Miss Hayashi's door. The music still pulsates from the room beckoning to come in.

Before I realize it my hands on the door knob and pushing the door open gently.

I soundlessly close the door in front of me and quietly place my back pack by the door. I realize now the sound is coming from the old record player but the voice is all Miss Hayashi.

She is singing with all of her heart and soul as she folds her laundry with her back towards me.

A picture of Miss Hayashi in a slim fitting black floor length gown with an old vintage microphone pressed to her ruby lips dances in my head.

There is something a little off about the apartment though and not in the filled with music kind of way. The smell cleaning products is pungent and as I walked in I noticed a fist sized hole in the wall and another small hole by the bed.

The sudden realization that I broke into her house and she didn't know I was here floods over me.

I internally shrug and lean against the counter and call out to her, "Miss Hayashi you didn't tell me you could sing?"

*Lillian POV*

My heart jumps out of my chest. My laundry falls to the floor and I quickly jump of my chair and hold my fists up loosely in front of me ready to beat whoever the hell just broke in.

My chest lightly falls up and down and my vision is lazered focus.

As I gaze onto my perpetrator I just let out an annoyed groan and clap my hands to the side of my legs and match over to Trafalgar, "What the hell are you doing breaking into my house like that? Who does that!?" I jab a finger into his chest only managing to hurt my finger on his toned chest.

His calculating eyes look me over, lingering on my thigh and a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, "Didn't realize you were an AC DC fan."

My face burns as I register that I am still wearing just an oversize worn band shirt and a simple pair of dark purple panties.

I reach my hand up to cover his eyes, "Don't look at me like that you perv! Now keep your eyes close when I put on real clothes."

I slowly remove my hand and to my surprise he actually keeps his eyes closed but not without complaining, "Why don't you have clothes on? Didn't you just get your laundry from downstairs?"

I grab a pair of thick dark grey sweat pants with a small seagull on the left pocket and pull them on when I reply, "I wore pants down you pervert. I just don't like wearing pants if I don't have to."

I grab a sports bra and a plain long sleeved work out t and slip them on.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" He tugs at the collar of his white sweater, "Why is it a thousand degrees in here?"

I sigh and march over to the thermostat and turn it down to 70 ignoring his questions, "Why the hell did you break into my apartment any way yeah perv?"

Trafalgar flops onto my couch and pulls his phone out of his pocket and wiggles it back and forth, "You didn't text me. We were supposed to meet at noon. Recall dumbass?"

My mouth forms a small oh from recollection. Must have forgotten with my performance tonight.

I pad my way over to my ivory night stand and pull out a Ziploc bag with a shattered iPhone in it and toss it over to Trafalgar.

He examines it and then the holes in the wall. A slight concerned expression fill his face, "What happened? Also what happened to your hand?"

I glimpse down at the quick wrap job around my knuckles. They were just bruised and cut; nothing bad nothing that could stop me from preforming.

"Che." That damn promise. I flop down next to him on the couch and bounce my leg and rub my hands together and whisper, "I lost my cool and went on a rampage." I quickly glare at him, "Some bastard took my meds."

Electricity runs down my spine when Trafalgar cups my face with his large hands and stares at me hard with his sharp yellow eye; his voice certain, "You don't need them."

My eyes cascade down as I breathe out, "How do you know?"

He jolts my face back up, "Just trust me."

For the first time since I met this mysterious lanky raventte, I actually believed him.

I reach for my homework on the coffee table and give him a small smile, trying to avoid awkwardness, "Shall we?"

He replies with a smirk, "We shall."

*Law POW*

Our textbooks thud softly close and the record player catches my eyes. Miss Hayashi's enchanting voices fills my memory. I can't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" The tune has been replaying in my head over and over.

Her petite shoulders shrug, "You never asked. I don't just announce I like to sing to people. Don't want to sound braggy."

I zip up my black bag, "The old lady across the hall seems to be your number one fan."

She cocks an eyebrow, "Ms McGaphy? She is a sweet lady always asking how I am and how school is going. Wait how do you know her?"

I recline back with my hands behind my head, "I helped her carry her groceries in. Figured I needed to get into the building somehow. I just told her I was your boyfriend and she gladly let me in. We had a nice chat."

A lilac towel connects with my face, invading my space with the scent of lavender. The small voice complains "Why would you tell her that! Now she is going to ask me about all the time. Uggggggggggh. You asshole."

I chuckle and scruff her head, "My bad short stack."

Miss Hayashi grabs a light green throw pillow and screams into and dramatically falls over to the other side of the couch and falls silent.

I probe her side with my finger making sure she didn't die and eventually she gives in and sits up with a huff.

I moment of genuine concern takes me over, "Have you really stops taking them? I just want you to be okay?" I just want to fill my quota.

She runs a hand through her tangled chestnut hair and sighs, "I don't really have a choice do I you took them away from me."

I roll my eyes, "Fine than how are you coping?"

I poked the bear one to many times and she snaps, "I don't know. I broke my phone, punched a hole in the wall, can't sleep, super anxious, etc. Just fricken peachy."

I hold up my hands in defense, "Is there anything that helps?"

She hesitates and reaches into her bag and hands me a flyer and retreats to her closet.

It was in black and white poster with Miss Hayashi's wearing a dark grey short sleeved dress, thigh high black socks, and a white acoustic guitar strapped around her. Her chestnut hair that now was a dark grey was in big loose curly with the top part of her head cut off leaving the only pop of color on the poster: her ruby red lips. Lillian was boldly printed in red underneath and in smaller letters were the detail of the performance.

I scan the poster, "This is tonight at seven."

She peeks her head out of the closet, "Yeah. I don't get a lot of gigs but I enjoy singing when I can. It's the only thing that makes me feel like I can survive through the day anymore. So yeah it helps. You gonna come or you not a music lover?"

I sling my bag onto my shoulder, "I'll think about it. I have more important things to do, but I'll leave and let you get ready."

She rolls her eyes at me, "You just know how to charm a women don't you?"

I give her a little wave and close the door, flyer in hand.

I look it over one more time. 7:00 PM. Thousand Sunny.

I shallow the lump in my throat.

My old hang out.

*Lillian POV*

My black healed oxfords click down the street as I make my way to The Thousand Sunny with my guitar in tow.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I have never been performed here before and from what I hear, around here it is very popular. I don't know how or why but the management was letting me perform here tonight.

I was so giddy I spun with my guitar case.

I pull my coat around me trying to fend of the chill when I find myself in front of my destination.

It was an. . . interesting looking building.

It was a yellow-tan brick building with red and white canape over hanging the side walk. There were lights that were sitting on top that were rotating colors. Those lights illuminated "Thousand Sunny" that painted on a sign in white bubble letters. The O of the thousand was a weird sun flowered shaped lion head.

I shift from side to side.

My stomach was knotted, I was nauseated, light headed, and shaky. The chill of dusk gave the motivation to enter through a door in a side ally that I was instructed to.

As I enter hallway slash coat room, a heavenly aroma fills my nose. I shrug my coat off and hang it on the rack by what I can only assume, are the employee's coats.

"Hello?" I call out but no response. I pull up my black thigh high socks and wander around to find someone.

I passed a dressing room, electronic storage and a small lounge before I found a door that finally leads to the main floor.

I step onto the black and white tile floor. The outer part of the club was lines with comfortable looking yellow and red couches with tables with clean white table clothes. The bar was made simply out of wood with a white marble counter top with red and yellow bar stools surrounding it. There was giant fish tanks lining the walls with all types fish imaginable. The stage was basic, black and raise about 3 feet of the ground. Simple glass tables with yellow and red chairs were scattered in the space between the couches and the dance floor.

The aroma makes my head turn toward a few tables slide together. There was a group of nine people sitting around eating dinner.

The only reason they would be there is if they were employees. Why else would be in here?

I straighten out my grey three quarter length sweater dress and marched over. I tap a blood man with a blue grey sweater, "Excuse me, can you help me?"

All of their head snap up to me as the blonde turns around. I hear one of them grumble, "She in for a surprise with curly brow."

I finally good look at the blonde's face. His hair shadows one blue grey eye, his eyebrow curls at the end, he has a small goatee, and a giant smile on his face. My hand is quickly taken captive, "A beautiful women like you, I could be glad to help." His soft lips press against my hand and a fierce blush takes over my face.

A beautiful ginger girl with ample breast where a green and white t shirt, blue skinny jeans, and matching green heals, slaps the blonde of the back of a head, "What did we tell you about kissing strangers?!"

I wave my hand dismissively, "its okay I am sure he was just being polite."

The blonde wiggles and I swear tears form in his eyes, "She understands me!"

"Curly brow calm your shit. You're scaring the girl." The tan green haired man, wearing black long sleeve t and blue jeans with yellow and white Nike's warns.

My eyes fall on a familiar pair; a very young boy with huge brown eyes, curly brown hair, and a face speckled with freckles. He was wearing a nice jeans, and a smart blue button down. Next two him was the long nosed deliver guy. His unruly hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he was wearing a navy tanks top, and his brown pants rolled up showing his brown boots.

He strokes the small goatee on his face trying to place my face. I met his gaze, "You were the deliver boys from a few nights about."

He thrust his finger out at me, "You're the girl with the weird name that was with Law!"

That perked everyone up. A man in his 30's with Elvis style blue hair, who defiantly look like he missed leg day, wearing a maroon floral shirt and khakis, "Wait you know Law?"

A short ravenette with round brown eyes wearing a read hoodie and jean shorts bounces off his chair and grabs my arms and shakes me, "You know Traffy? Is he doing okay? Are you his girlfriend? Can you make him come here?"

The shaking was making my nausea worse but he was surprisingly strong and I couldn't push him off of me. Thankful someone pulled him off of me.

A peak at my savior as I hold my stomach. She beautiful with long inky hair fell close to her hips, her blue eyes squinted and she gave me a small smile. She had to be in her thirties as well and wore a long black shirt with a revealing purple top, "Sorry Luffy doesn't know his manners and apparently the rest of our crew doesn't either. My name is Robin."

The ginger gives a wave, "I am Nami. Lover boy over there is Sanji, the grumpy one is Zoro, the one who attacked you name is Luffy, the big guy here is Franky"

I point to the long nose man, "Your name is Usopp and," shifting my finger to the small teen, "You are in a few of my classes but I don't think I have had the pleasure."

The boy waves at me shyly, "My name is Chopper."

"And I am the gentleman who hired you." A middle age man maybe 50 with a giant afro, Can't believe I missed that Afro, a hook nose, wearing a full purple suit with a white undershirt and a matching top hat interjected.

I reach and shake a bony tan hand, "You must be Brook. Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"I am. If is good to finally meet you Hayashi Lillian. Now if I may ask can I se..." The man was hit in the head by the man called Zoro, "Stop being a perv old man!"

The small freckled boy breaks through the chaos, "How is Law doing?" Every sits down again and Sanji pulls up a chair next to him and a graciously sit.

I prop my guitar against Sanji's chair and play with my now curled hair, "Well I don't know Law very well. He is just my tutor for school because I started about a month later than everyone. I don't really know. He teases me all the time. He seems like someone with cold demeanor. He comes to school hungover every once and awhile."

A depressing aurora filled the room.

Panic fills my body. What did I say? "I am sorry what did I do?"

Zoro turns his head and I finally notice that he has one eye scared over, he starts to explain, "About six months ago Law fell off the face of the Earth. We have no idea what happened. I mean when we first met the guy he had the same demeanor but. . ."

Luffy interrupts, "We helped him out! He and his crew were so funny! He just up and left us and his friends. Chopper tried to talk to him during school but he just blew him off." He puffs his cheeks out, "We don't know what happened."

My breathe escapes me. Then why is he talking to me and no one else? A sinking feeling over comes me. What does he want from me?

"I invited him to my show tonight after our study session today. I don't know if he will come or not but. . "I couldn't finish the bounce ravenette was too excited, "Traffy could be here tonight guys! He will see us and miss us and come back to us!"

The busty ginger gave Luffy a look of pity, "Luffy don't get your hopes up like that it has been six months."

Luffy voice was stubborn, "Nami I am not going to give up on him."

Nami face matched her hair as she nods at the confident raventte.

I shift awkwardly in my chair and turn to Brook, "Mind if I warm up?"

Brook stands and leads the way with his hand, "Of course Miss. I will show you where to set up."

I prep myself and sit on a bar stool as a tune my guitar. I guide the mic to my lips, "Can you guys here me okay?"

"Let's hear your beautiful voice my muse!" Sanji squeals.

My butterflies subside and a smile genuinely out to them.

Why would Trafalgar leave these people?

*Law POV*

I lean against the brick building as a shallow down my 8th Corona. Starting to feel a familiar warmth take me over.

I hear cheers erupt from the building I am leaning on when a new batch of people enter.

I step out of the shadows and have a staring contest with a familiar lion head.

If I just stand in the back no one will see me.

I didn't really know why I was here. I couldn't stop thinking about Miss Hayashi's voice. It was enchanting and before I knew it I was back at my old hang out.

I knew Luffy and his crew would be inside.

What they must think of me?

I just disappeared from their life like a ghost. Even when Chopper tried to ask what was going on, I was rude to him and pushed him away. Those big round eyes were killer when he was sad.

As the next couple walked it I caught the beginning cord of another song starting.

One song. In and out. I'm just making sure she doesn't seem intoxicated. She needs to stay clean.

I push my way through the door and am swallowed my memories. Luffy shoving chops stick up his nose, Robin's dark sense of humor, Sanji and Zoro bickering, Franky shaking his ass to the music like a pervert, Nami flirting with guys for drinks, when they were first fixing the place up Usopp electrocuting himself when trying to rig up the lights that surround the bar, the first time little Chopper got drunk and I sat in the bathroom and rubbed his back all night, and even old man Brook the owner chasing young tail and stealing panties whenever he got lucky.

My chest gets tight with the feeling that I can only name as heartbreak.

Like always there is a huge crowd of people. I easily can see the rises stage over everyone's head.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen you have been a wonderful crowd tonight. If you had a good time with me tonight let everyone know and maybe you can get me back here sometime!"

The crowd whoops and hollers.

Miss Hayashi has a huge smile plastered on her face. Her smile was radiant and true.

"Thanks everyone you have been a stellar crowd. For my finale song is going to be Stitches by Shawn Mendes. This is for everyone who has had to try to overcome any troubles in their world. You are not alone. We are here for you." As she spoke you could tell that the whole crowd was absorbing every single word.

Then her melodic voice start an acoustic version of Stitches.

~I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life ~

A familiar pull makes me push through the crowd and weave my way closer to the front of the stage.

I have never seen Miss Hayashi like this. She looks well nice. Her black healed oxfords made her look more mature, her thigh high black socks made her flirtatious, her grey knit dress fell covered 3/4th of arms and sat modestly on her neck but was short to keep people interested, her hair spilled in loose curls down her back and her face had natural make up but bright red lips just like her poster.

She actually didn't look half bad when she tried.

~Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sew
I'm left seeing red on my own ~

Something about how she sang reach down into your soul and made you feel like you actually were not alone.

All the pain that has happened in the past year started to drift away. I forgot about losing my friends, my family, and having to work for such a sadistic man.

~You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches~

As the song neared its end, I found myself wanting an encore. I also found myself in front of stage to the point I could almost reach out and pull her bar stool from out from under her.

~And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches~

As she sang the final words her gaze met mine. A smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth like she knew I couldn't resist but come.

Her last cord held the audience in momentary silence before they erupt into a frenzy of cheers.

He bows, waves, places her guitar at the side of the stool and jumps down in front of me. Before I knew it here arms were around my neck giving me a tight squeeze, "Hey dumbshit you actually came. I don't believe it. What made you change your mind?"

I hesitate and awkwardly hug her back. Why is she hugging me? I examine her. No sign of any form of intoxication, "I had nothing better to do. I was bored though maybe this could quench it. You performed well."

She laughs, "From you, I will take that as a compliment. Hey let's get you a drink!"

She was a completely different girl. She was full of energy and happiness. Like she never had a pill problem or that she never lost her parents. It was strange seeing her like this but in a good, inviting kind of way.

I survey the area. So far so good. None of Luffy or his gang.

She hops up on the bar stool and orders a raspberry lemonade for herself, "Order whatever you want Trafalgar it's on me."

I order a scotch on the rocks and boost myself onto the stoop.

"Is there a particular song that you enjoyed?" She asks swinging her legs like a child

I down my drink, "Honestly I only heard the last one. I was too busy to come before hand."

She narrows her eyes at me, "You're a sucky liar. I already told you that. Oh hey I met your friends. Luffy, Nami, and them all. They seem like super nice people."

I sharp pang shoots through my stomach as I order and swallow another drink, "Yeah they are something else."

"What happened between you guys anyways?" She talks a sip from her drink leaving nothing but ice.

"Tell me what happened to your parents and I will tell you." I snarky reply.

She pouts, "Fine."

I give her a side glance, "you are really weird like this you know. All happy and trying to be cute. It creeps me out.

She replies with sticking her tongue out.

"Excuse me miss?"

I feel like life goes in slow motion when I see the small figure with short aquamarine hair, blue eyes, pink glasses, who is wearing a simple white dress with light blue polka dots, tap Miss Hayashi's leg.

Miss Hayashi squats down, "Well hey there cutie. You can't be older than ten. It is starting to get past your bed time. Are your parents here?"

What is she doing here? I scan the crowd. There has to be more of them here.

The girl nods quickly, putting her finger on the corner of her lip and twist her little foot holding out a glass of lemonade, "My mommy let me buy you this to thank you for singing so beautifully."

The lemonade fizzed slightly. Sugar you brat she is my quota.

Before Miss Hayashi accepts the drink I kneel down to Sugars level. "Little girl where are your parent?" I lean in and whisper sharply into her ear, "She is my quota back off. Find your own."

"Meany! "Sugar cries. Stomps on my foot and throws the drink in my face. Brat.

I wipe my face and bug the bartender for napkins.

Miss Hayashi stabs me with her finger and scolds me, "Don't scare the little children you monster."

"She overreacted. I just told her that she needed to find her parents." I explain. It wasn't a total lie.

She rolls her eyes turning toward the bar, "Oi! Can I have another?"

Just as she turns a tall broad slightly overweight man with a long greasy black hair and beard, steps up behind her. He was wearing dingy blue slacks and a light blue coat with blue swirls.

What the hell is this? Trebol too?

I tense up looking for an escape for Miss Hayashi and me.

I am not losing my quota tonight. I put way to much effort.

It was too late. "Hello beautiful lady. You sang quite beautifully tonight." He positions his hand a little too low on her waist.

She faces him with an uncomfortably smile plastered on her face, "Thank you I am glad that you enjoyed it."

Trebol gives me a wink and turns his attention back to Miss Hayashi, "Can I buy you a drink darling?" As he lowers his hand dangerously dangerously low.

Miss Hayashi goes ridged and gives Trebol and terrifying glare. "Let go of me now sir."

"Now don't be like that sweet cheeks." He puts a grubby hand on her ass and squeezes.

"Let go now or there will be consequences sir." Miss Hayashi growls out threateningly.

I have never seen this side of her before. I think back when I broke in she did get battle ready in seconds. Why would she have a fighting background?

He lean forwards and breathes his smelly breath onto Miss Hayashi's cheeks, "What are you going to do me? You going to teach me a lesson?"

I was about intervene but Miss Hayashi cocks her fist back and punches Trebol square in the face.

He reals, "Awh you bitch!"

Trebol towers over her and reaches for her throat. She crouches down quickly, "Sorry you perv not today."

She dips to the side and drive a knee hard into his family jewels. He doubles over in pain gripping the side of the bar.

"Trafalgar. . " She cries out but I don't get to figure out why.

"What are you doing to my beloved Trebol you whore?!"

No why is this happening?

Baby5 aims her revolver right at Miss Hayashi's forehead.

*Lillian POV*

My heart stops as the revolver inches closer to my forehead. Who even carriers those anymore?

I blink blankly at her as a people run screaming out of the club and Luffy and his crew start to circle up around the scene.

I steal a peak at Trafalgar who is down in a fighting position staring at the man in front of me as if he is familiar.

Who is that man? How do they know each other?

"You hurt my family how dare you, you skank!" The black hair girl with her hair in curls was wearing a tight strapless navy blue skin tight dress and black high heels.

In one smooth movement I clutch the barrel of her revolver and press it against my forehead, we connect eyes, "Do it. Pull the trigger."

"Lillian my muse what are you doing?! I have just been granted with your beauty don't let it already disappear." Sanji calls out.

"Miss Hayashi you are going to get your head blown off that way." Robin's light voice floats through the air.

"Traffy is that you?" Out of the corner of my eye I watch Luffy approach Trafalgar.

The pulse in my ears from the adrenaline rush blocks them out. The beautiful ravenette was taken a back. The barrel of her gun quivering.

"You don't want to pull that trigger. You have had that gun for a while now haven't you? Not for self-defense but for yourself." I say in a soothing voice.

A single tear escapes her beautiful eyes, "H-h-h-how. . ."

I tip the gun barrel to the side a place a tender had on her flush cheek, "Whatever happened to you I am truly sorry."

The women collapses to her knees, dropping the gun and starts to bawl into her hands.

"What did you do to her!?" The greasy man approaches again with some other thugs.

Luffy appears to my side and places a hand on my shoulder, "You get out of here we will take care of them."

The moss haired boy, the blonde, long nose, and Franky all step up to a thug with an intimidating look on their faces.

I rush toward the door for a quick escape. I am about to open the door when a thought dawned on me. "Where is Trafalgar?"

A depressed looking Chopper answers, "He ran off when Luffy tried to talk to him."

Determination floods over me, "Don't worry I will find him." I fling the door open my long hair following blowing fiercely behind me.

A swear I catch a glimpse of a familiar furry hat and sprint towards it.

"Trafalgar wait please! Uggggghhhh!" I clumsy trip over my feet.

The hard concrete bites at palms and knees. I tip over and sit on my butt and examine myself. My thigh high socks were ripped and my knees were bleeding. My palms stung from the skin being torn away.

I groan out in frustration.

"What is the matter my dear?" A large tan hand reaches out to help me.

I accept the strong hand, "My friend ran off on me when a fight started in the club. I thought I saw him and ran after him and tripped over my own feet like an idiot."

I pull myself up and get a good look at the man who towers over me. He had shorter blonde hair, white sunglasses with red glass, dark pink carpi pants with a white button down, and a huge pink feathery coat. The one thing that stood out about him though was his large Cheshire cat smile.

An awful feeling consumes me. I can only imagine this man as a tiger licking his lips before the kill. I already felt indebted to the man just for helping me up. The terrifying thing was I don't think I could say no if he ask for a favor in return. The power radiated around him was something else.

"My dear did you hit your head? Are you sure you are okay?" The man of power asks.

A regain my speech, "Yeah I am just fine. I just realized I left all my stuff in the club."

His place his hand on the small of my back, "You can fetch them tomorrow. Your bleeding please let me take you somewhere we can clean you up."

My brain kept firing to say no and head back into the club but I was overcome by influence, "Thank you Mister. . ."

"Just call me Doflamingo. Where can I take you?" He waves his hand out and a limo appears.

"My apartment please." I answer hypnotically.

He kindly opens and closes the door as I relax into the expensive leather.

The maybe 40 year old man slides in right next to me and flashes me another Cheshire cat smile, "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself Lillian."

*Law POV*

I watch from the shadows of the ally as his limo pulls away.

What is he planning to do with her?

I put so much effort into her and now it is going to be worthless.

I sneak into the club and grab her coat and guitar and set off to her place.

He better keeps his dirty hands off of her.