A/N: Hey there! As promised here is the SPECIAL CHAPTER!

Title: Daddy is the New Title

Author: gdesertsand

Pairings: NONE in this chapter

Disclaimer: Don't own One Piece

SPECIAL CHAPTER: Daddy Smoker

Law was in the middle of arranging his things in preparation in moving to West Blue. He was packing all the necessary until he opened his cabinet and a particular stuff polar bear wearing a spotted hat too big for it caught his attention. Pulling it on his arms and inspecting the hat as he wore it on his head he started to remember some memories back where he was still in East Blue. How times seemed to pass by.

Eight years ago

"Are you sure you want to take care of this kid, Smoker-kun?" Chief Sengoku asked as he tapped his fingers on the document about White Chase gaining custody to the thirteen year old child they rescued in one of their raids.

"Do you think I will go through all that trouble in the first place?" Smoker, as rebellious as ever, huffed while lighting two tobaccos.

"It was just that, this kid was supposed to go to the institution. Surely you saw how he was beyond repair, right?"

"Don't treat him like he was a damn thing," the commodore frowned at the words his superior used.

He was also confused at why he was doing this but the moment he laid his eyes on the brat, who seemed so fragile in any way, his instincts told him that he should take care of the kid. Like it was his responsibility to make sure that that boy could once again see the positive side in life. Now the question was how much of his patience will be tested? That was if he had patience in the first place.

Sengoku dismissed him because the chief knew that no matter what he say he could not change Smoker's mind anymore.

With a mock salute Smoker left the room to visit and get the kid out of the damn place where the officers seemed to think that the child was nothing but a mere doll.

Tch, not that it was away from the truth at all considering that the boy acted like a damn doll.

Opening the door he saw the boy just where he had left him. Sitting on the corner of the bed, back leaning on the wall, legs pressed on his chest and hands on his knees while staring to nowhere. Smoker also noticed that the child had not touched his food. The tray just lied there beside him, untouched.

Making a noise of disapproval under his breath he approached the kid,

"You should eat, you know?" he finally said as he took a seat on the same bed. It appeared that his action was not accepted because the boy shuffled closer to the corner away from him.

The boy was beyond repair

That was what the others told him.

Was it really too late?

Not staring at the boy directly in order to avoid some awkwardness he opted to look at the wall in front of him. The room was too dark for his taste even if the sunlight peered on the only window in the room.

When his eyes moved to the side, head still on the direction of the wall he was looking at, he saw that the boy was intimidate judging by the trembling of his body. Smoker also noticed that his eyes were moving from side to side now as if he was trying to contemplate something. Finally, albeit a bit hesitant, the boy made a movement to grab the bread and slowly tear it from one side then put it in his mouth and started chewing. He did the same process until the bread was nowhere in sight anymore then he proceeded in eating the soup. Smoker knew that the soup was already cold but the kid didn't complain a bit. Finishing his meal the kid went to the position where he was earlier.

"You need to drink also," Smoker spoke again when he saw that the boy didn't touch the glass of water.

Just like what happened when he sat down, the kid didn't move for a minute then drank the water in one gulp. When he was finished he noticed that Smoker was now staring at him directly. He flinched and looked away.

"Did you just do that because I ordered you to?" Smoker asked with narrowed eyes.

The boy nodded, fear clearly written all over his body. Then silence followed when Smoker didn't say anything after that, just looking directly on the boy.

"What's your name?" Smoker noticed that since from the start he was the only one doing the talking. He wondered if the child could speak or not. If not then there were two reasons behind it; one he was mute since birth. Two, he was too traumatized to try again.

The boy's eyes were anywhere but him, he also saw that the kid was clutching and unclenching the fabric of his pants. Finally he opened his mouth,

"T-Tra…" he was having difficulty in speaking, "T-Trafal-Trafalgar….Tra—Trafalgar L-Law…Trafalgar Law…" he managed to finish still looking away from Smoker.

Good, at least he was willing to speak.

"Nice to meet you, Trafalgar Law, you can call me Smoker." He offered a hand just like what normal people do during introductions. To his surprise instead of the expected shake the boy named Trafalgar Law licked the fingers on his extended hand, "Bloody hell! What do you think you're doing?!" he cussed unconsciously as he pulled away his hand and stood up. He saw that his outburst made the boy to cower in fear.

Taking a deep breath to remind him that Trafalgar Law was not a normal boy he tried to analyze what just happened. They were in bed, Trafalgar do what he was told to do then when he offered his hand the kid licked it…

Wait…

Horror and anger started to form inside him as a horrible realization hit him like a truck going past its speed limit.

"Did you expect me…" another deep breath, "Did you expect me to touch you?"

This time Trafalgar looked at him with something aching to curiosity,

"Didn't you? We are in an isolated room. Doffy always do some stuff on my body whenever we were alone like this." Trafalgar stated like it was normal.

That damned Flamingo… How twisted was that psychopath to do this in a child?

"No," he must set things straight now or else he might have a heart attack one of this day, "Okay, here are the rules; one, you can do what you want and say what you want. Two, other people touching you in any inappropriate way was not accepted and you must not allow them to touch you. Am I clear?"

Smoker, as if simple rules could set the child in the right mind.

Having Trafalgar Law in the same house was causing Smoker's patience to almost run out. The kid was just like a doll! Always waiting for a damn command!

One year had already passed and the progressed was minimum to none. Even hiring Vivi as Trafalgar's personal scientist was not doing anything at all. So one day he decided that being cooped up inside the house was enough.

"Trafalgar," he called out the kid who was sitting on the bed the same was he was when Smoker adopted him, "Get ready, we're going out."

Like that Trafalgar obeyed without any hint of complaint which irked Smoker to a whole new level. A trip to the beach might calm him down.

The ride was quiet just like how Smoker expected it to be. For the past months the only time where Trafalgar was speaking was when he was asked to and that he needed to explain. Aside from that the kid was so quiet you would never think that he was there at all. Smoker parked his car and as they got out he noticed that Trafalgar was mesmerized at the appearance of the sea. He never thought of it but Logue Town was supposed to be in a fine weather today so the sky was clear and the clear water reflected the blueness of it. No wonder the kid was amazed judging from the rareness he come out of the house…wait, this was the first time he lead Trafalgar outside right?

Hitting his own head with the palm of his right hand he mentally reprimanded himself why he did not thought of it in the first place.

Smoker bought a pair of slippers and a blue short for Trafalgar since the kid was dressed in black shoes and pants. He did not bother to change the kid's long sleeved white shirt since it seemed that it would not get in the way.

After that they walked on the sand. Trafalgar was in awe at how smooth it was under his feet, he squeaked a bit when the water hit his feet and jumped in surprised then hide behind Smoker which caused the older man to laugh.

Smoker could not help it. His situation was like he was having a five year old kid meeting the beach for the first time. Maybe it was really like that.

"Come on, the water will not hurt you." He urged the boy to get closer on the water and reluctantly Trafalgar obeyed.

Soaking his feet he closed his eyes waiting for something but when he felt the cool sensation that the salty water gave to him he broke out into a tiny smile and started kicking the water.

Smoker already took off his top clothes and walked underwater just enough for his lower half to be soaked. Then as gently as he could he lead the boy to where he was but it seemed like the position he took was too deep for Trafalgar that the boy immediately took hold of his neck to prevent himself from drowning.

"I'll teach you how to swim. Trust me; I will not let you drown in here,"

Hearing the sincerity in Smoker's voice Trafalgar nodded.

It was not that hard especially that Trafalgar was a fast learner. Smoker was not even teaching him for more than an hour and the kid was already swimming on his own! He accompanied the kid in going a little deep to see the marine life underneath and Trafalgar was awed at what he was seeing. He even managed to see a nautilus and cuttlefish up close!

After swimming for some time Smoker then asked Trafalgar if he would like to have some lunch. He ordered curry for the both of them and proceeded in walking around when they finished their meal.

Smoker only stopped when he saw that Trafalgar's attention was caught again by something and looking at the direction where the kid was staring at he saw that a children's show was going live. In the stage there was a huge mascot of a polar bear wearing a boiler suit. Weird.

"White…"

Smoker turned his head to the kid when he heard something. Was it just him or did Trafalgar just spoke now?

"White and fluffy…" this time Smoker was sure that it was Trafalgar who had spoken when he saw the lips moved.

This opportunity was too good to be passed.

"Do you want to go there?"

As if cutting whatever trance Trafalgar had been into the kid looked away and stared on the sand. Decision making was one of the things the kid still not yet used to do. He was just comfortable in being ordered.

Still it did not deter Smoker at all. Oh no the boy must learn when to get something if he really wanted it.

"If you want to go there then we will if not then we will go home now."

At hearing at going back to whatever home was Trafalgar immediately raised his head then looked again to the polar bear. His face was contorted in pain at having to choose something for himself. Why could not Smoker just say what he wanted him to do?

But the white bear was really cute…

Bowing his head so his eyes was covered by the shadow of his hair Trafalgar took hold of Smoker's pants and tugging at it a bit then pointed at the show that was going on.

Smoker smirked triumphantly at himself.

They watched the show and for the first time since Smoker met the boy he saw that Trafalgar was happy. He was smiling and laughing like the child he was or supposed to be. He even played with the other kids like he had no care at all to the world around him. He even asked Smoker, though not verbally, to take some pictures with Bepo—the name of the bear—and asked to be lifted up so he could sat on Bepo's shoulders.

At last it was night already and the two finally reached home. Before Trafalgar could go back to his own room Smoker put something on his head. Wondering what it was Trafalgar tried to know it just by touching it. He could feel something fluffy above his head.

"Take a look of it in the mirror," Smoker suggested and Trafalgar ran upstairs to his room to see what it was.

Standing in front of the mirror he saw that it was a spotted at all fluffy around.

He liked it.

It was white, spotted and fluffy.

"Looks good on you, right?" he saw that Smoker was leaning on the door of his room, "I got you this also," the older man revealed a small gift box and Trafalgar accepted it.

Upon opening he saw that it was a small stuff toy shaped as Bepo. He looked up again at Smoker and the man just simply patted him on the head,

"You are free to do what you want. If you want something tell it to me. If you need help tell it to me. If you are scared just tell it to me. I'm here for you always remember that."

Those were just simple words. But the kindness behind it made the tears to fall down on Trafalgar's cheeks.

For the first time he cried like the child he was supposed to be.

"I'm your Dad now, you know that? You can lean on me whenever you want," he pulled the child in an embrace as years of tears were let out.

Present time

Law looked at himself on the mirror and saw that the hat still fit on him. That day was the reason why he became addicted to any Bepo bear's collectibles. Kidd commented that it was his childish part but Law has really had a reason behind it that he would not dare to say to anyone.

For him, Bepo was like Smoker.

The only one who had saved him from the darkness of his past.

A/N: So how was it? And chapter 12 might be a little late because school was about to start but still I might be able to post it this May so until then please wait patiently! Thank you!

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