A/N: Hey I know this is late, but I don't have internet and I won't until the 30th. So must of the chapters this month may be late. I'm so sorry, but Comcast is an ass. Anyway I really didn't have time to reread this with high school and the limited time I have to post, so sorry for grammar mistakes. Also an update on my website, it's not ready yet. When it is I'll post the link. Please visit and become a member, it's free. That's all. Favorite. Follow. REVIEW! Peace.

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Chapter 7: Glasses

"Finally I'm off that moving, god-aweful yellow, coffin!" Valerie said loudly in joy. A huge face was spliting her face. She was standing on the shore of the island Penguin had told Law about two days ago just a little way away from the submarine. Law, who was still on the deck, looked at her and rolled his eyes. He was slightly surprised that she'd managed to get off the ship without nearly killing herself in the prosess.

"You do realise you have to get back on here, right?" The smile vanished from her face in an instant and she snapped her head around to glare at him.

"Shut the hell up and let me revel in my freedom while I have the chance." She said in a highly pissed off toned.

Behind him, Law heard on of the few crew member on the deck whisper 'bipolar bitch'. He smirked. It grew when he glanced to Valerie and saw that she'd heard him too. She let it go and simply stretched on her tippy-toes. She sighed when her back popped.

On the inside Law cringed at the noise. "You're going to give yourself atheritis if you keep doing that." He warned. His words fell on deaf eyes as Valerie sniffes the air and turned in the direction she smelt food. She turned back to Law with an excited grin and point to were she'd smelt food. "Oi, Law! Let's go eat!" She said and her stomach gave a happy growl at the idea.

His wide smirk had faded back into the small one that constantly graced his lips. "No." He said simply. Valerie stomach respond by giving an unhappy grumble.

"Why?" She whined.

"Because we are going to get you glasses first."

She pouted and her stomach gave a quiet roar. She patted it and cooed, "I know, I know." With a small sigh, Law climbed down the rope ladder and walked up beside her. He offered her his arm and, though she was still sulking, she took it.

Law guided her into the busy town, Penguin and Shachi had dug up the directions to it, and they started looking for the glasses shop that was suppose to be there.

They had to walk down quite a few street till Law spotted it at the end of a less busy street. It had taken them a while to get there, mainly because Law had to constantly drag Valerie away from the food vanders they passed, and when they had finally reach the place was close to closing. It was Saturday and the shop closed at one o'clock.

He pushed the wooden door open and awkwardly lead Valerie in. A little bell rang and soon a man appeared from a back room and stood behind a small counter. He was a short man with graying black hair and a thick moustache. Black rimmed glasses pirtched at the end of his nose and he wore a long-sleeveed, baby pink, button up shirt rough brown trousers with a pale seaglass apron tied around his waist. His sleeves were rolled up slightly above his elbow and he had a sheet of sweat glistening across his forehead. He pushed his glasses up with his long almost chubby fingers and looked them over. His eyes lingered on the the jolly joger printed on both Law hoodie and Valerie's shirt, and on the nodachi strapped to Law's back.

"H-how can I help you?" He asked nervously.

"She needs glasses." Law said simply. The man nodded and gestured for her to follow him to the back room. Valerie released Law's and started walking towards the man. Before couldn't even think about it, she was out of the reach of his arm.

As she walked toward him, the man turned his back and walked toward the back room. Instead of walking around the counter, she clipped her hip against it. She hissed very quiet and held her hand against it but kept walking, which- of course- was a stupid move. The man was just passing the doorway of the short hallway when, itstead of following behind him, Valerie walked inti the walk. For the second time.

Law sighed and rubbed his temple as the the man turned around in shock at the noise. He quickly rushed back to her and helped her to her feet.

"She needed to hold on to your arm or else that will happen again." The man nodded curtly and extended his arm for Valerie to hold. "She's as blind as a bat." Law added, more to himself but he was sure the man heard him too.

"My poor sight does not damage my hearing Law." She said his name with extreme contemept.

"Hn." Was all he said.

Thirty minutes later Valerie and the man walked into the front room. She had on a pair of very cheap black sunglasses. (A/N: for those of you who don't know, when the eye doctor diolates your eyes- some kind of eye drops- they usually give you something like film to wear over your eyes because are extremely sensative to light afterwards) The man lead her around the counter, and then she released his arm. She stumbled slightly but managed to make her way over to Law, who was leaning against the wall next to the door.

"When will her glasses be ready?" Law asked.

"O-one to two days." He studdered.

"Try to have them done tomorrow." He man nodded and gave Law a quick bow before rushing back into the back room to began making the lenses.

Law offered Valerie his arm again and she took it with a groan. Her stomach was vanting its anger at her and felt as though it was eating itself.

When Law opened the door and the sunlight spilled in, Valyre cringed and hissed loudly. She held up both het arms to shield her eyes. The sunglasses really didn't help much in the ways of protecting her eyes. After a minute the pain dulled from sharp daggers to dull- but tolerable- daggers. She wond her arm back around Law's and they headed for the nearest restaraunt.

Law had made her wait to eat for nearly an hour while torturing her with the delious scents that constantly floated around from the many food vanders that crowded all the streets, and his wallet paided for it dearly. She didn't eat nearly as much as Luffy, but on a good day- meaning a day when she was very hungry- she could clean a rich man's wallet on his 'pocket change'. This was one of those day, though Law didn't carry around anything close to the amount those arrogant bastards did.

The only thing thatvhad stopped her from licking his wallet clean, was the promise that she wouldn't be eating for a week if she didn't stop gorging herself.

As they walked out if the restaraunt, the manager waved to them with a huge smile on his face.