Soft hands brushed the hair out of his face. An old shanty tune was being hummed, and his covers were slowly being pulled off. Law resisted the urge to shiver. Flevance could get cold in the mornings. But he musn't move. Or he would be forced out of bed. The tune stopped.

"Law," his mother whispered, caressing his face, "wake up."

He froze. I can't hear her, I can't hear her. I'm asleep. Fast asleep.

"Law," she said more forcefully, "you have to go to school."

Law didn't move. If he stayed quiet, maybe she would let him have 5 more minutes.

"Lamie's already up," she said, hands ghosting down to his sides. "You have to take her to school, even if you don't want to go."

Law didn't move an inch.

"Hm," she mused, "fine then. Lamie!" she called.

Law's younger sister came running into the room. With a giggle, she jumped on to the bed, and began bouncing up and down.

"WAKE UP!" she squealed. Law moaned, flipping over and slamming his pillow around his ears. But Lamie's laughter pierced through the fabric and he gave up.

"Alright! Alright!" he admit, "I'm up!"

He sat up in his bed and groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"That's my boy," his mother cooed, fussing with his hair. Law sighed and bobbed away from her hands, hopping off the mattress and padding towards his closet.

"You don't usually oversleep," his mother said, examining his desk. "Were you up last night studying?"

Law winced, and looked at her guiltily. Lamie laughed and began skipping around the room.

"Brother's in trouble, brother's in trouble," she sang, taunting Law.

"Lamie," her mother sighed, "your brother's not in trouble." She looked at Law sternly. "But I don't approve of his unhealthy sleep habits, even if they are for academic puproses."

Law unhooked his uniform from the inside of the closet, and began putting on his dress shirt. He'd managed his pants and coat, but…

"Your tie?" his mother sighed, holding out her hand.

"Yeah," Law muttered sheepishly.

"You know how to do it yourself," his mother said, hooking it around his neck, "why don't you?"

"Because it feels weird when I do it," Law muttered, as his mother pulled the knot tight.

"There," she said, fixing his collar.

"Thank you," said Law, walking to his desk. He picked his hat off the arm of his chair, and placed it firmly on his head.

"Must you always wear that silly thing?" his mother sighed, adjusting it.

"I like it," he protested, "and it was you who gave it to me anyways."

"Your lunch is in the kitchen," his mother smiled, handing him his backpack. Law frowned, and dug through his sack.

"Where's my scalpel?" he asked.

"It's not in there?" his mother asked, feigning surprise.

"No," Law grumbled. This was ridiculous. The curfew on his studies was already troublesome, but now they were confiscating his tools too?

"Maybe your father's seen it," she hummed, lifting her finger to her bottom lip in thought.

Law rushed to the dining room, where his father was eating his breakfeast and reading the morning paper.

"Papa," he asked, "where's my scalpel?"

His mother and sister filed in behind him.

"Your scalpel, huh?" his father mused, setting down the paper. "Would this be it?" he asked, handing Law a leather case.

Law opened the case. Inside, were 3 gleaming objects. A silver set including a scalpel, forceps, and dissecting scissors.

"Um…" Law said uncomfortably, "these are new, aren't they?"

"Yes," his father replied, smiling, "and they're yours, aren't they?"

"Are they?" Law asked, eyes widening.

"Happy birthday, son," his father grinned.

"Happy birthday big brother!" Lamie cried, pouncing on him.

"Urk!" he choked, "Lamie! Careful!"

Law gripped the leather case tightly.

"Lamie," he muttered, eyes shut tight, "careful…"

"Law! Law!"

Rough hands shook him awake. Law blinked blearily. Once his vision cleared, he realized Corazon was hovering above him. His forehead was creased with worry. Law sat up straight.

"It was a dream," he breathed, gripping his leather case.

"What happened?" Corazon asked.

"Nothing," Law said, "nothing at all."

A.N.: And that's October 6th! I debated for a while between angst and fluff, and decided on both~ Hope you liked! Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, Reader Birthdays, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated! I'll see you on the 23rd for Doflamingo!