(Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, obviously.)

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Two Halves of a Whole

It all happened so suddenly. One minute we were arguing - or should I say 'you were being a smartass and I was seriously considering using my fists to shut you up', then before I knew what was happening, I was using my lips instead.

You didn't even flinch. I remember thinking briefly if you had this planned all along, but after merely few second I was unable to focus on my thoughts on anything except your lips. I pushed you back against the wall and my hands found their way through your dark tresses, and I felt your arms wrapping around my neck. After what seemed like forever, we broke the kiss but didn't move away from each other; instead we stayed tangled as we tried to catch our breath, never breaking the eye contact.

It was that exact moment that my fate changed. I still remember every little detail I noticed as we kept staring at each other. I remember how we both leaned in at the same moment to continue where we left off. A part of me was trying to be logical and kept repeating that I was kissing Trafalgar Law, for fuck's sake! But somehow, none of that mattered. It was weird, but felt so very right. Having you pressed close to me, being surrounded by your smell, tasting you... It felt like coming home; as if it was something that I didn't even know I was looking for until I found it. And in that moment I knew nothing would ever be the same for either of us again.

Years have passed, so many things have changed... But the shivers and goosebumps I have whenever our skin makes contact remained, and I know they always will. I smile, unable to help myself.

"What are you thinking about? I can feel you smiling, you know."

My smile widens and I nuzzle your neck, laying a small kiss on your soft skin. Your smell and taste haven't changed either...

I raise my head to look you in the eye, trying to look innocent.

"Nothing, can't I just smile for no reason?" The knowing look you give me is slightly worrying.

"Of course you can. Except I know you're not."

"Oh? And how can you know that, you a psychic now?" I smirk and playfully narrow my eyes but you continue to stare at me intently.

"Nope. I just know because I'm thinking about it too." My smirk dissapears slowly, a soft smile taking its place. Suddenly, it's like we are teleported back in time, to that day we had shared our very first kiss. What if things had gone differently? What if we had never argued, what if I had never kissed you? Would we still find our way to each other? Would we somehow still make it?

"You're zooming out. Am I that boring?" You were pouting but the knowing look remained. It was like you were trying to distract me from the depressing questions that suddenly invaded my mind. Maybe you really were a psychic.

"Ah, totally. I've been bored out of my mind for the last six years, didn't you know?"

Instead of answering me back with a jibe, you smiled and merely said "Me too..." after wrapping your arms tighter around me.

My eyes burned and suddenly, the previous questions that were bothering me seemed so very silly. Of course we would have made it somehow. When you are two halves of a whole, it's only a matter of time.