Chapter 2: Mistress oh my.

I'm stuck with my other fic so I'm writting this one :P

**Shiva's POV**

Beep-beep-beep.

Something around me beeped. Where was I?

Didn't I die?

My legs and arms felt so heavy but the air never felt so sweet. Slowly I opened my eyes. White, white walls, machines at my left. Sterile and clean. A hospital?

I don't remember anything besides that kid taking away my sun. Had he brought me here?

I was so pale and hungry. My stomach roared.

˝Looks like your awake and by the sound of that you must be hungry˝ - a voice sad. Tall, dark, red hair? He was standing in the corner, an enormous furry coat and goggles on his forehead. A pirate?

Only they wear such wierd stuff.

˝UHM...˝- my voice cracked. God how long was I out ˝Where am I? Who are you?˝ - I finally managed to say. Thirsty. My throat felt like sandpaper.

˝I'm Eustass Kid, you're on a submarine. A pirate who's a doctor fixed you. ˝ - his glance studied me. I'm sure I looked like Hell. ˝What happened to you?˝ - he whispered.

That name. Shit. He saved me?! THE Eustass Kid? What does he want from me? I tried to shift on the bed but failed miserably.

˝I was beaten, what do you want from me?˝ - my voice may be a bit to harsh but I was scared. His expression was pure surprise. He came close and I instinctively tried to put on a fighting stance.

His hands went up ˝I'm not going to anything to you,relax. I brought you to Trafalgar's submarine to patch you up, why would I harm you then? I could have let you die on the street˝ - True. But still. What did he want? A thought creeped to me, did I call him a „kid" while I was bleeding? Hope he doesn't remember.

˝You called me a kid back then ˝ -Shit

˝I couldn't see who it was I just wanted to see the sun.˝

˝Why?˝- pure curiosity in his voice.

˝When I die I want to die under the sun, watching it˝ - his brows lifted and he started laughing. A blush started to burn on my cheeks. Damn him ˝What's so funny?˝ - I asked irritated.

˝Nothing, you already know how you want to die, many fear it˝ - his voice was dark. I saw a pitcher full of water behind him. Suddenly I felt like in a desert, so thirsty. He followed my eyes ˝Thirsty?˝- I nodded. A glass of water was handed to me and our hands touched. He was pure heat. Maybe because all that fur. I chuckled and saw him smirk.

Heaven's water. ˝How long was I out?˝

˝Four days˝

˝WHAT!?˝ - I lost her. She probably didn't even wait for me. ˝Does that mean you were waiting for me to wake up?˝ - a nod. But why? ˝Is there a mirror? I know I probably look like hell but still˝ - he started looking for it in the small room and found a glass bowl. Pouring water in it, he handed it to me.

˝Makeshift mirror,huh?˝

˝What can I say, I find ways˝ - a wink. He looked to funny doing that without brows. I glanced into the bowl. A busted lip, two huge bruises on my left cheek, hollow eyes and white skin. I looked like hell.

˝I look like roadkill˝ - he laughed at that and I glared. ˝Not funny˝

˝If you look like roadkill now then you're truly beautiful when healthy˝ - I blushed madly. Truly beautiful. Waiiiiit

˝I'm not going to be your slave/mistress or anything like that so stop courting me˝ - He bursted laughing like a mad man. I shoot daggers at him.

˝I ahahahah don't want you for my slave hahahahaha˝ - he couldn't stop. It was embarrassing as Hell.

˝So what do you want from me? And stop laughing, please˝- tiredness was returning to me. A beating, an operation and a 4 day rest, yap I felt and looked like shit.

It took a minute or two for him to finally calm down. He came closer to my bed and exhaled.

˝Better?˝ - sarcasm laced my voice.

He looked at me and said ˝Even though you were beaten to a pulp you still looked beautiful, so I saved you. Dunno why. Fuck it I don't know.˝ (CURSES! ISN'T THAT THE KID WE LOVE? HEHE)

I wanted to reply but the door to my room opened and a lanky, dark man entered.

˝Eustass-ya why didn't you call me when she woke up?˝ - smooth and dark. Hottie.

˝Forgot Trafalgar˝ - came the venomous reply

Trafalgar. The Surgeon of Death saved me. Couldnt' it get better? Unfazed he took a pad from the bed frame and came to examine me.

˝I see you're much better. You have lost a lot of blood and have internal trauma. You should rest for a least a month. ˝ - I nodded even though I knew I wouldn't listen.

˝Now, state your name?˝

˝Shiva˝ - I said

˝Any last name?˝ - oh Hell no.

˝Silvers˝ - I whispered.

˝Come again I didn't hear you˝ - he replied. Oh fuck. This will get interesting.

˝Silvers˝ - I replied louder. Both Trafalgar who was scribbling on his pad and Kid looked at me with wide eyes.

Here you go! Moar. Next chapter probably tomorrow. :P R&R PLEASE IT MAKES ME MUSHY