Author's note: haha well here's another chapter; I'm starting to actually enjoy writing this! :D
Roza: what you saying you weren't before?
Author: well I'm enjoying it more…better?
Roza: Tch whatever, She doesn't own One Piece… there I said it, since you haven't said that…ever…in any of your fanfics!
Author: I…um forget to? And I bet the readers already know that I don't _ Anyway enjoy the chapter!
"I'd like you to go over chapter one, the introduction to simple medical procedures for cuts and scrapes." The old teacher called out, writing onto her chalk board. Roza opened her new text book, flipping past the index and stopping at the first chapter. From the looks of the page she could tell this class was going to be hard. "And she called this simple?" the girl muttered, flipping threw the crisp pages. With each turn she became more and more depressed. Pictures of deep gashes, medical tools, types of medicines as well as how to make them, and explanations containing words she didn't even know…this text book didn't even come with a built in dictionary. "You will have fifteen minutes at the end of each class to 'medicate' your partner from what was taught earlier that session." The teacher kept going, her chalk tapping and sliding quite annoyingly on the board. "Shit…" Roza muttered, wondering what she had got herself into. Was it still too late to switch classes? "You have five minutes to choose a partner, who you can work together with for the rest of this year." She carried on finally turning to face the class. The teacher was quite elderly, with tight, brown curls, grey, sharp eyes, and a pointy nose. The look in her eyes showed Roza no kindness, so she couldn't exactly go up and explain to the elderly teacher that she had accidently choose this class…
"You look helpless." A voice said, making Roza pull her head out of the text book to look up. Law was leaning against her desk; usually the teen would take this as an invasion of her space, but for some reason she just got chills for the second time this day…and both were from this dark captain. Why was it that this guy could make her feel this way? Was it because he could basically have anyone…and he was spending his time on her? Was it making her feel special? "Has anyone ever told you to mind your business?" the girl said back, trying to brush off the mental path her mind was taking; she obviously needed to focus on this course. "Many." The captain answered, sitting in the desk beside Roza while smiling. "Well you can add me to your list." The girl answered uneasily, raising an eyebrow in questioning. "As I was saying before, you seem like you need help." The tattooed teen stated again. Roza let out a half hearted laugh, "You don't know the half of it." "And I need a partner." "You can have anyone in this class as your 'doctor' buddy, being a surgeon already, so why would you pick me?" "Everyone else bores me." "And I don't?" "Not yet anyway" "Why are you trying so hard?" "I'm not, I'm just answering your questions you're the one who needs me." "...so we'll at least pass this course?" "Top of the class" "…fine" "I'm not asking you." "Then what are you doing?" "Waiting for you to ask me."
Roza sighed and rubbed her temples, arguing with this guy was impossible! "So I have to lower myself to ask you? Is that it? Do you get off on this type of thing?" she mumbled, trying to glare down the captain. "Well I could always wait for someone else to ask me." Law offered getting up and starting to walk away to another group of students whispering while watching him. "No!" Roza sputtered, reaching out and grabbing the Captain's sleeve. The boy smirked darkly; this game was going exactly the way he wanted it to. As soon as Roza realized what she had done she yanked her hand back and glared, more at herself then at the captain. "…can you be my partner?" she whispered, hiding her face in her arms, which were currently folded on her desk. "What? I couldn't hear you." Law asked, a smile still playing on his lips. Roza bit her lip so hard, making it bleed, she was stopping herself from hitting the tattooed man in front of her…because he was right and she knew it, she needed him if she didn't want to fail this class, but was passing really worth putting up with his attitude? "Be…my…partner?" the girl managed to get out without freaking out. "I don't know..." Law answered, grinning as he pretended to look around the room, "I have a lot of options." Roza grinded her teeth together, almost to the point where she was going to just walk up to the teacher and give up.
"One minute!" the lady called out, as if on Q. Roza's plan on just failing shattered, no way was she giving up, she had worked so hard on getting into this school. "Please, please help me!" the girl begged, freaked out by the time limit. Law chuckled and sat back down in the chair he was sitting in before, right across from Roza. "Well if you put it that way, then sure. I got nothing better to do."
"What's up with those two?" Nami wondered out loud, looking back and watching the crew's only couple sit at the back of the class whispering together. "Nami-Swan, you look so beautiful when you're suspicious!" the cook swooned, hearts for eyes with his hands clasped together. The orange-haired girl wasn't paying attention to the cook; she just looked back, watching Zoro's expression turn from worry to anger in seconds. Kuki's eyes were wet with tears, making Nami think the worse. If those two broke up the crew would be torn apart, who would stay on a vessel with their ex? And that, my friends, was Nami's biggest argument with their relationship. "Bakas…" she whispered, turning back around to pay attention to the class. They were all here for training, so they could carry on with their journey, and a fight between the two 'lovebirds' was not what they all needed. They needed Kuki just as much as they needed Zoro, for different reasons, but she was still a valid part of the crew.
So if they did split, losing one of the pair was still going to be a huge hit to the Straw Hat's, one they couldn't afford to let happen. "Nami-Swan, I'm going to dedicate this song to you! My Goddess!" the cook added, bringing the navigator out of her thoughts to the present class. "Songs of mermaids may taunt me so, but your voice over the storms will bring me back home." The cook started singing, along with the other students in the class. "Don't worry my darling, don't worry," Nami joined as well, reading the lyrics off of the board in the front. "when I'm out at sea. For my thoughts are still with you," Still mumbling along with everyone else Nami took a quick look behind her. "even though my body is set free." Zoro had Kuki underneath his arm, snuggling his head into her blonde hair. "Songs of mermaids may taunt me so, but your voice over the storms will bring me back home." The navigator sighed in relief, even though the 'break up' still might happen, it seemed to be ok…for now. "And that's why I'm against relationships within the crew." Nami muttered under her breath, not paying attention to the class, the rest of the song, or Sanji. Who was currently clutching his heart…threw his chest…pale as a ghost…as if the words that had just been spoken, no matter how quiet, had quite literally, broken his heart.
"Oh god." Roza thought, scrambling to clean and bandage her partner's cut in fifteen minutes, "This class is nuts, why can't we pretend that we're hurt?" she freaked, rushing to put sterilizing alcohol onto a cotton ball. Minutes ago, the class had been surprised with the information of their teacher's 'power'. The elderly woman could make anyone numb, as well as completely heal anything not 'too' life threatening, as she had nicely put it. So after making one of each pair of two students completely numb, she cut them in the arm. Sure it wasn't that bad, but still… it wasn't necessary…in Roza's mind. Law sat there, on the girl's desk, staring down at the cut in his arm, stretching from the bottom side of his forearm to the other. Not too deep or wide, but still enough to make it bleed. The numbness he was feeling disgusted him, when he would operating on someone he'd like to keep them just the way they were, so they could feel it. Watching someone squirm as he saved their life was just a rush, maybe because no matter how much it hurt, they were still depending on him to help them…they had no choice. "Stop staring at it like that! You're creeping me out!" Roza ordered starting to wipe at the cut with the alcohol covered swab. Her hand shook from her nerves, she had to do it right…or Law would have something to say about it. And to be honest, the girl didn't know if she could take anymore of his attitude as it was.
After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, Kuki grabbed a bandage pad, placing it on the cut before covering it with wrapping. She circled his forearm, multiple times, before tying both sides together, pulling the ends tightly. "Ouch, not that hard now. Jeez you really are worthless." Law chuckled sarcastically, he really didn't feel anything. Roza shot him a glare before pulling harder on the last knot. "Shut up." She commanded, throwing all the cotton balls, stained in blood, away in a toxic waste bin. The girl placed all her medical tools in a box, which was to be washed after class, and ripped her gloves off. After tossing them away, the teacher came over to inspect the job. "Mediocre." The woman sneered, touching Law's skin, right above the bandage, taking away the numbness as well as the injury. "Old bag…" Roza muttered once the teacher left, blowing hair out of her face as she slumped in her chair, exhausted from the day's occurrences. The Captain took off the wrapping and looked at the skin underneath, mystified by how there was no trace of the injury anywhere, except the blood dried on his skin, but aside from that, there was no scar, no scab, no nothing. "Well that's interesting." He smirked, wondering the name of the Fruit his teacher had eaten. "Don't get too impressed, we gotta clean all this shit up after." Roza mumbled, back to rubbing her temples in slow, soft circles.
"Well I'll stay put and watch you clean all this up." Law smirked, looking down on the girl as he was still sitting on her desk. "What?" Roza yelled, glaring at the tattooed teen. The bell rang, signalling the end of the first school day. As the rest of the class left, the dark-haired girl still continued to glare down the Captain, until the room was empty. "Get off your ass and help." She ordered, walking towards the garbage. Picking up the bags and tying them before placing them by the door to be put outside. "Hm, I'd rather sit here and have you do all the work." Law offered, placing his elbow on his leg before sitting his chin on the palm. Roza slammed the last garbage bag down by the door, getting more and more enraged. "I became your partner to help you, so you owe me." Law assumed, still watching her. "Fine, sit there you asshole!" the girl shouted, fuming with anger. Roza grabbed the box containing the medical tools, when she turned to walk to the washing area, her foot hit a desk…tossing everything in the box out…as well as sending Roza to the ground. "Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck!" she shouted between clenched teeth, her eyes were watering from the pain and her fists were clenched, not knowing what else to do. In a moment Law was there, picking up all of the other tools sprawled across the floor, missing one…that was currently stuck in the dark-haired girl's thigh.
The sharp blade of the scalpel was about three, maybe four inches long, and all of that was now deep inside the muscle of Roza's upper thigh. In seconds Law was preparing to take it out and take care of it, by gathering all the things he would need. When everything was where the captain needed it he pushed up the girl's skirt. "Hey, don't even think about doing anything funny." Roza said blushing as his gloved hands brushed along her skin. Law noticed this as he started pouring the alcohol on a clean cloth. Smirking, he ran his hand higher up her thigh as he started disinfecting the area before taking the medical tool out. "Hey!" she accused, pushing his hand away. Roza's face was flaming, along with the goose bumps trailing up her arms and legs. "What? Do you want an infection?" Law smirked, his eyes flashing with an evil intent that Roza didn't catch. "I'm not going to get an infection that far away from it you ass." "Can't be too careful." "Just take the fucking thing out!" "If I don't clean up the skin around the scalpel then you'll get an infection." "You cleaned enough! Just take it out!" "I can just leave you know?" "What?" "I don't need to help you." "I have a fucking blade in my leg!" "So?" "So!" "Ask me to." "What the fuck are you talking about! Never mind, I don't need you! I'll take it out myself." "Fine with me, have a fun time sewing your self up."
"Stitches! I'll need stitches?" Roza asked, freaking out, "Will I be ok for my class tomorrow?" Law smiled, this game was becoming hilarious, more so then any other he had played. "Well if you mess up then you could be out for a month or two." He explained, standing up as if to leave. "Where are you going?" the red uniformed girl asked, worry dripping from her words. Law smirked; the neediness from the girl's voice was strangely stimulating. "Leaving, you said you would do it. So why would I need to stay?" the captain asked, looking at the girl sitting on the ground. "But I don't know how to sew!" Roza screamed, just wanting the medical tool out of her leg. "That's not my problem." He chuckled, opening the class door. "Please! Law, please just take it out and patch me up!" the girl scrambled to say before he left completely, "I asked you, alright? Just please, help me?" Law was about to turn around and finally help the poor girl… until an idea crossed his mind. "Beg me." "What? No, you said ask you and I asked you! Now fix me!" "Beg me." "I already said no!" "Alright, have fun. Oh and remember to make the right knot when you're done your stitching." "Wait! What do you mean 'right knot'? I can't fucking sew!" "And how is that my problem?" "Holy fuck, how can someone be so heartless!" "Last time I checked, that wasn't my problem either." "Arguing with you is pointless!" "So why don't you just agree?"
