Caesar Clown ♡ One Shots ♡

Distraction

*Originally Published December 7th, 2014*

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Ah, the sweet smell of mixing chemicals... Okay, maybe not exactly what someone would call sweet. These chemicals were highly toxic, giving off one fuck of a noxious gas. For you though, that was far from being problematic. After all, you were always in a chemical lab almost 24/7, working with the man of noxious gas himself; Caesar. These fumes were practically like inhaling an air freshener to you, so you could easily get close to each flask of chemicals you needed to without fear and observe which chemical needed to be mixed next, or how the previous concoction was going. You could also call it a bit of help from Caesar too though, as he would thin the amount of chemical gasses in the air surrounding you.

Even so, these chemicals always had some kind of cool aroma to them when all the toxins were removed. Too bad no other scientist could have this ability. It could lead to some pretty revolutionary shit, and it's practically what made your work fun. Speaking of your work, the over-boil of a flask had now caught your attention, and you turned from the rack of test tubes you were currently working at and stepped over to the flask behind you that was being held over an open flame, watching the contents flow over in a rather cloudy looking form.

"Huh... That's an interesting reaction..." You pondered, putting a dish at the side of the flask to catch the strange looking mini clouds.

"_______, what's going on over there?" Caesar asked, looking up from his side of the room, refraining from pouring contents into different test tubes.

"No idea. This mixture was supposed to be something I could use to suffocate the enemy to death, but it hasn't even reached its gaseous stage yet. It's like, halfway there, turning into this weird cloud shit." You described.

"...That is a bit odd..." Caesar noted, coming over and looking over your shoulder.

You stared at it for a while, drumming your fingers on the steel table. "Hold on a sec." You finally said, reaching across the table and grabbing a pair of latex free gloves, slipping them on your hands. "Spot me. If I look like I'm dying, don't let me." You instructed, picking up the dish that held some of the cloud-like substance on it.

"_______, we have people to test unknown substances on. Seriously. Don't just test something yourself!" He warned, concern lathering his voice.

"Nah, I've got this. I made it after all. Plus, I'm rather intrigued." You replied nonchalantly, scooping up a bit of the clouds in your hand.

"_______ please, you're not a devil fruit user like me! You could seriously-!"

"That's cool TESTING NOW." You interrupted, opening your mouth and inhaling the cloud.

"JESUS!" He cursed, knocking the dish from your hand before you could take any more, taking hold of your shoulders in case something happened and he needed to perform drastic safety measures or get you to safety quickly.

You stood there blankly with a bubbly feeling going down your throat. It tasted like... a bubbly, fluffy, strawberry cloud. How anticlimactic.

"Hmm... Looks like I mixed up the formula when I added too much of chemical B-7 RED with mixture A-34. I knew I shouldn't have added that much gunpowder too..." You inquired, putting a finger to your chin as you glanced over at the still bubbling mixture.

Caesar's eye twitched at you slightly. "Fucking really?! Don't do that with unknown chemical reactions to a mixture you idiot!" He scolded, releasing your shoulders in a frustrated manner.

"What? Were you worried about me~?" You asked, turning to him with a raised brow."

"Piss off. I don't need my only intelligent assistant dead." He retorted, turning away with pink on his face.