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Call Me

Chapter 8

Law woke up as he snuggled his face into his pillow. He sighed, and stretched, thankful to be in his own bed. Then he shot up, looking around, and remembering how he had gotten home the day before.

Eustass was gone, but his eyes caught a note on the table beside his bed.

Law, it read, If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

P.s. I made you some omelets after you finally feel asleep. They are wrapped up in the fridge.

Law groaned, and feel back against his mattress. He probably had seemed like a pathetic 12 year old again. God damn it! He knew he was a wreck, but he didn't need other people-especially Eustass-ya- to know it as well!

He rubbed his bleary eyes, an looked at the clock on his wall. It read 10: 34, a time that Law calucated that gave him about 8 hours of sleep. He hung his head in shame as he recalled that Kidd had stayed late into the eveing, just sitting next to Trafalgar. They didn't speak, they didn't do anything but sit there in awkward silence.

Law was waiting for Kidd to say something like "I can't believe how pathetic you are" or "How can you do anything when you act like a such child?" After all, those were words that he had often heard all his life, so he had learned to expect them, but no such words were ever spoken.

Trafalgar couldn't help but smirk at the memory of Kidd's breathing hitch as his lips touched the older man's pale neck. The man had clutched the front of his shirt, so Law had taken it as encouragement, but then the man had shoved him away, quite aggressivly actually, but not before he shivered as Traf had licked him. In fact, the might even have a hicky.

The thought made him laugh out loud. Ohh, how was he going to explain that to his fiance? Haha to that prick. He deserved it, whatever shit he got from Bonney.

Trafalgar got out of his bed and went over to the fridge and pulled out the ingrediants to make his favorite breakfast smoothie. He added almond peanut butter, banana, and the rest of the things he needed into the blender, and soon his cold, thick smoothie was ready to be consumed. He then opened the fridge and took out Kidd's omelets. He put them in the microwave, and they were soon ready to be eaten as well.

As soon as Law was done with his breakfast, or rather brunch at that point, he pulled on some loose shorts, his favorite zip up sweat shirt, and his most comfortable sneakers. He feed Bepo, then clipped the dog onto his leash, grabbed his phone with his earbuds, and soon they were out the door. The early afternoon was beautiful, but it was cold. Well, cold to the normal person Law supossed, but for him -who had grown up in some of the coldest winters in Alaska- it was realitivly warm. So, because of this, the teen soon was jogging through the park in just gym shorts, sweat shirt tied around his waist, and Bepo panting happily by his side.

He felt the appreciative eyes of women and men alike on his caramel skin etched with swirly ink that glistened attractivly with sweat, and his perky ass as he jogged passed them. He had music blaring his ears as he ran along the bike path that twined through the park, perfect for excerise like this, and only stoppped when he noticed that his phone, tucked convieniently in the waist band of his short gym shorts, was vibrating.

He stopped, and paused his music as he swiped his phone to recieve the call.

"Yes, Nami-ya?" he asked with slight irritation.

"You sound a little breathy, Law," the ginger remarked testily, "As your manager, should I be concerned?"

Law rolled his eyes, even though he knew that he knew she couldn't see. He knew also that Nami was a kick ass manager. The woman was coniving as she was beatiful, and money hungery. Ace had introduced the two to each other one night when the two boys had went out for drinks.

She also happened to be Ace's little brother Luffy's girl. Well, she hadn't been at the time, and he was in a really bad place, so somehow he figured that seeing her professionally and intamitly wouldn't be a problem. Che, what a dumb asss idea. Sure, she had been good for a fuck, but her personallity left much to be desired, and in an intamite relationship with nothing but using each other for sex, it could only go so far before it crashed and burned.

Law still had her for his manager, and although she could get annoying, it was probably one of the best decisions he had ever made. Not that he would tell her that of course.

"No," he said flatly, tugging on Bepo's leash as the white dog tried to pull his owner forward at a faster pace.

"Well, good." She said curtly, "Then you won't mind discussing the band promotion that I threw you a month ago, and that you have been ignoring calls for?"

Trafalgar almost cringed at her tone. "Sorry," he appologized lamely, "But alot has been on my mind lately. You will have to remind me of the promotion again."

He heard a irritated sigh on the other end of the phone. "I swear, Law, if you wern't so damn good at what you do, I would've dropped you on your ass years ago. You are such a bastard."

The said teen found himself smirking. "Well, last time we were alone together, you said you couldn't get enough of my ass." he said rougushly.

"T-that was when we were together, you jerk! It doesn't count!" she sputtered, and Law threw back his head with a quick laugh. It took a moment to compose herself, but Nami soon recovered. "Any way," she continued tersly, "The promotion is the song writing conest. Kids and teens from around the world will enter, and you have to pick the winning song. The prize is a full day with you, and the two of you recording the song to put on your next summer album. Remember now?"

Law thought for a moment, and recalled vague metionings of a song contest.

"Not really," he admitted, "But the idea isn't a bad one. The only thing is that I don't want to sit through shitty songs that no one actually took the time to write. Music comes from the heart, not from the motivation of spending a day with me."

He heard Nami sigh again, this time tiredly. "What if i only gave you the ones that were the most promising? Hmm?" she asked after a few moments.

Trafalgar thought about it, then sighed as well. "I suposse that is fair. Alright, Nami, you win."

A grunt of satisfaction, and a hum of agreement sounded over the phone line. "Okay. I'll take the conest idea to our producer's, then once it get's the green light, it'll be on the website." and with that she hung up.

Law was about to slip the phone back into the waist band of his pant's when he noticed some not very subtle women taking some pictures of him. He smirked as he got an idea. He turned slightly toward the women and gave them a smouldering and lustful gaze, letting their frantic clicking capture it, before bending down to 'tie' his shoe, and just 'happening' to let his ass get caught in the camra lens'. After a moment of some more furious clicking, he straightened, and started up his jogging again with Bepo letting out a happiy 'woof' as they took off, not even throwing a glance behind him.

KLKLKLKKLKLKLKLKLKL

If you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.

'What a dumb ass thing to write,' Euatass thought as he watched as Ace chatted animatiedly with Trafalgar in the back of his class, who in turn was tying to ignore him, but getting caught up in the conversation anyways.

His cheeks tinted a light pink as he remembered the teens mouth on his neck several nights before. Then his cheeks got even more red as his hand went to the fading bruise that was just under the collar of his shirt. Thank God that Bonney had been on the west coast since the night Law had so awkardly knocked on his door, asking if he was alright. He shuddered at the reaction she would've had upon seeing it.

Kidd wasn't stupid, so his handy dandy BS Radar was signalling bells off in his head as he saw Law with a limp a few nights after their...night together, or whatever it was called. He claimed that he had gotten it from jogging in the park last week, but Kidd wasn't so quick to concur. Even when later that day he saw the pictures of the teens 'jog' on the cover of People's magazaine. Those eyes had haunted him for the rest of the day, and, God, that ass!

Law had just rolled his gray eyes, and said an annoyed 'Whatever', then stalked off when the teacher had confronted him about it. About the limp, not his ass, Kidd swears to God.

Eustass sighed, and propped his feet on top of his desk, and ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

'Why would Law want to talk to me, anyway?' he asked himself. 'I'm just another person who's dissaponted him in his eyes." Maybe if he hadn't been so caught up in his own stupid shitty life, him and Law could've been friends or something. Maybe the raven would've confided in him with his problems; they could've talked about girls together, and other stupid shit.

He immediatly shook his head at the last few thoughts. Law was definatly not hte kind of person to rely on others, and he somehow doubted that the teen was that into girls, and talked to just shoot the shit.

Rubbing his face with his hands, he felt the scar that featured on his left cheek and neck. Hell, if he saw some one that looked as fucked up as himself, he wouldn't want to talk to the bastard either. He sighed again, then jumped as he found the object of his thoughts right in front of his desk.

The teen smiled lewdly at him. "Change your mind yet?"

The red head looked that Law in confusion. "Change my mind? About what?"

Traf flicked the bottom of Kidd's thick biker boots. "About me being your lover, dumb ass."

Kidd blinked at him, then recalled the first day of class. "Ah, haha, no. Thanks but no thanks. Scrawny and mouthy is not my type." But it sure as hell could be with enough time, and maybe in another life.

Something flashed in Law's eyes. Maybe anger? "Oh, and piggish and slutty is?"

Kidd was on his feet so fast, that Law's eyes widened a fraction, and he semed to almost step back. The plesant atmosphere of the class was immediatly dispelled, the students' discussions coming to an abrupt halt.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Eustass growled, low and dangerous. His blood was boiling in an undescrible anger.

Law looked at him differently now, his eyes narrowing, and probably seeing the Eustass Kidd that the student's used to fear the wrath of, the Eustass Kidd that intimated the teachers even as a freshmen. He was assessing the threat that Kidd posed. The teacher drew himself up to his full height, and letting his body take up all the space it wanted.

"You watch your fucking mouth, Trafalgar!" he warned Law, stepping around his desk, and glaring murderously at the teen. "I don't give a shit if you don't like me, but if you ever say anything like that again, I will show you what it is really like to have a shiner on that fucking face of yours. You got it?" Her didn't have to shout, he let his dark aura do all the talking for him.

With that he pointed to the door. "Get your shit, and your ass, outta my classroom."

Law gave him a look of indifference, his lips curled in the slightest sneer, as he got his books and bags, and walked leisurely out of the class room.

After the door shut, the tension was almost unbearable.

"What fuck are you all looking at?" he snapped at the rest of the students.

They took the hint, and quickly went back to their group chats, but their voices were tense and hestaint.

Kidd grunted in frustration. He plopped back down in his chair, and tried to quell the burning anger in his heart at Law. Who the fuck did Law think he was to judge him, to judge Bonney? Bonney might not the most delicate of ladies, but she was real. She didn't hide behind fake smiles and feelings, and she had been there for Kidd when very few people were.

He leaned into his arms. Bonney was the woman he loved, and although he thought Law was attractive, and yes, probably a fantastic lover, he had no desire to be with him like that. Bonney and him had been through thick and thin. Through some of Kidd's darkest years, Bonney had stayed with him, despite his fucked up life.

Kidd felt a sharp stab of pain, and he realised that he was clutching the prostetic cuff on his left arm with a vice grip. He shakily let go, and remembered the day that he had got this cuff was day that he and Bonney had really started.

*5 years prior*

He let out the smoke from his cigarette, walking down the street. He looked down at the burning stick between his fingers, and thought 'Wow, this is a pretty strong smoke.' It was right after that he heard the fire trucks.

Kidd tossed his cancer stick in the nearest gutter, and raced toward the sound of the sirens. His heart was racing because he knew that his ex was living near here. In fact, that was why he was even near here. He knew that he couldn't let things end the way he had let them get.

He respected Bonney, and all that she was trying to do. She was working over 60 hours a week just to make ends meat, and although Kidd knew that she was in a band herself, Bonney was busting her ass at two other jobs until her album hit it off. After all, that was how they had really gotten to know each other. It was through their passion for music.

So, as the red headed teen made his way around the last corner, and saw the raging fire consuming a building that become his second home, his heart sank. Kidd ran toward the inferno, his long legs taking him across the street in a matter of seconds.

"Come on, come on," He begged into his phone as he waited for Bonney to pick up. It went straight to her voice mail.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, and tried to get to the building, the fear of certainty that she was still in the building growing, but was stopped by a local firefighter.

"Sorry, son, but you can't go in there," the burly man said sternly, "The fire is too far along. We have been ordered to evacuate all nearby citizens, so you need to leave-"

"Bonney!" Kidd yelled, trying to reach around the man, and get to the building. "Let me go, you bastard!" he yelled, and roughly shoved the man away from him and to the then vaulted over the barrier, and into the burning building.

The smoke was thick, and black, and as he reached to cover his mouth with his sweatshirt, he realised it wasn't on him. The firefightermust have ripped it off of him in their struggle. Well, that didn't matter to Kidd, as he ran up the steps to Bonney's floor.

When he got to her door he shouted, "Bonney! I'm here!" then he kicked down the door.

The fire was not as bad as down stairs, but it was still enough to singe the hair off of his arms. He rushed around the apartment, and managed to find the pink haired woman huddled in the tub of her bathroom.

"KIDD!" she sobbed when she saw him, and lauched herself at her savior.

He wrapped his arms around her trembling body, pulling her close. He took a moment to bury his face in her hair, thankful to what ever gods there were that she was safe, then pulled away.

"Come on," He said as he pulled her along, and back out into the hallway. "Where is-"

"With Hina," Bonney answered, already knowing his question.

Kidd nodded, and they descended the stairs. The fire was even worse in the few moments since Kidd had first passed through, and he saw that it was impossible to head back the way he came.

Bonney clutched his hand tightly, and stuck close to him as they weaved their way throught the burning building. Either Kidd wasn't watching closely enough, or the floor have chosen that exact moment to weaken, but as he continued forward, he felt the floor beneath his feet weaken, and down the couple went.

As a reflex he wrapped himself around Bonney before they hit the floor. She landed with a thump on top of him, but besides some shallow cuts, and small burns, they were both fine.

"Look!" Bonney yelled over the crackeling of the flames around them, pointing. "An exit! Right down the hall! Come on!"

Then she took off, Kidd close behind her. It was then he saw the ceiling. She had turned to make sure Kidd was behind her, so she didn't see it, but Kidd did.

"BONNEY!" He screamed as the ceiling began to crumble. He used his last burst of energy to propell him self forward, and shoved her out of the way.

As he rached out his left hand, he saw her face full of horror as the ceiling collasped on top of him. He manage to avoid most of the debri, but then his left side was left with searing pain.

He howled in agony, and clutched his face and neck. He tried to move, but the pain was blinding. Everything after that was hazey, but somehow, he and Bonney made it out of the building, escasping into a back alley. They were burnt, bloody and bruised, but, thankfully, still alive.

*Back to present*

Kidd watched as the bell that signalled the end of class rang. He was rubbed his wrist absentmindedly. Vegapunk had did a miricale restoring his hand to almost full capacity, but it was a curse as well as a blessing. The arm was like an Achilles heel, very senistive to pressure and touch. So much so, that Kidd barely let anyone touch it.

He gathered up his stuff, and headed to an early lunch. Eustass flipped open his phone, and called the phone number he knew by heart.

On the third ring the line was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Kidd smiled, his painted lips twisting in amusement.

"Oh, Kidd!" Bonney laughed. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," Kidd sighed, breathing in a lungful of autumn air. "Just called cause I was thinking about you..."

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