in the name of freedom.... I suppose (trafalgar law x reader)

In The Name Of Freedom.... I Suppose

"it wasn't me... It wasn't my fault"

"it was you, I saw it"

"it wasn't... It wasn't me!"

"it was you. You fucking son of a bitch-"

"I said it wasn't me!"

3rd pov

(y/n) opened her eyes slowly, to the cracking sun of the morning peering through the ocean's horizon and through the porthole.

(y/n) groaned inwardly, she just slept and morning is already there.

She sighed before sitting up and looked around her small room that was faintly being lit by the rising sun.

A drawer of clothes at the foot of her bed and was next to the door, a desk beside the bed with the porthole beside it.

(y/n) say on a platform bed that has drawers.

She yawned before reaching down and pulled a drawer by the bed.

She ruffled inside the box until her fingertips brush against the all top familiar pill bottle and pulled it out of the said box.

(y/n) checked the expiry date of the pill bottle, it was due next week... Good thing it was almost empty by this point.

(y/n) shrugged before swinging her legs to the side of the table and closed drawer with the back of her foot and standing up, dragging the blankets with her around her shoulders.

She sat down by the desk and placed the bottle on top of the slightly messy desk.

(y/n) grabbed a water bottle on one of the desk's drawers and popped it open.

(y/n) drank some of it before grabbing some pills and drank it down their throat, the water dragging away the pills.

She threw the empty water bottle in the garbage can which is half full of bloody tissues and random papers...

She sighed and leaned back against the chair, waiting for the pill to take effect.

She threw her head back and stared up into the ceiling.

Just then, the alarm clock beeped.

"you're late..." (y/n) rolled her eyes and turned the clock off.

(y/n) stretched a bit before pulling the drawer by the bed open and threw the pill inside, then slamming it back close again.

(y/n) stretched a bit and fixed the papers on her desk before standing up fully.

(y/n) was wearing short shorts and a plain white t-shirt.

She observed the ill wrapped bandages on her wrists to the area below her elbows and some scars up from her eblows to the shoulder.

(y/n) looked down on her legs and saw it being scattered with scars as well, there was even a scar that circled her right thigh.

(y/n) sighed lazily and ran a hand up her shirt and felt her own skin.

(y/n) shrugged before changing into her usual heart pirates uniform, a white boiler suit.

(y/n) put on some colored lenses to hide her power hungry red ones.

Replacing it with a soft (e/c) one.

((e/c) means eye color, if red is already your eye color, disregard it.)

(y/n) brushed her hair softly and leaving it down, but then decided to tie it into a low ponytail and grabbed a reddish brown beanie.

It has the name 'wilbur' on it. (y/n) sighed and placed on the desk before leaving the room.

But right before her hand ever left the knob, she casted a locking magic into it... So no one can destroy her work.

Some people actually thought (y/n) was hiding something inside because she 'locks' it when she goes out, she just simply 'proved' them wrong that it wasn't locked when she just opened it casually.

(y/n) sighs a bit before shaking her head softly and smiled to herself.

'in a few months or so... I'll be able to get them...' (y/n) sighs to herself, determined to get them out of that hell hole of a country.

(y/n) entered the gallery and no one was there yet, so she decided to make some coffee and breakfast.

By the time she finished, ikkaku helped her serve it around.

A crewmember was literally telling fake stories on 'how they fought against a war' but couldn't even last a second when seeing blood.

That was Avery.... A blasted human being.

(y/n) just keeps her cool whenever Avery were to scold her for something SO STUPID (y/n) just laughs it to herself.

But no one disagree with her, afraid to make such a 'cute' and 'innocent' being cry.

Avery was basically someone the crew would say 'better than boa hancock' in beauty.

She has gold blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, and a perfectly peach skin. Making her a complete model if she wasn't a pirate.

Looks doesn't matter but when it does, everyone will be blinded by a human's beauty from the truth.

(y/n) rolled her eyes before taking a sip on her coffee.

A bitter taste invades her tongue as she hummed inwardly.

(y/n) always have liked bittersweet foods, it has always gave her the sensibility that she's still alive and kicking after she ALMOST DIED at a literal war.

Correction: wars.

(y/n) ate some breakfast, just a small portion, then went and excused herself from the crew.

She is used to eating just a little, but is also considerable that she has a lot to do that day, like finishing the crew's laundry, cleaning the bathroom, re-organizing the medicine shelves, fixing a few things, and many more.

(y/n) started off with making a checklist.

(y/n) tends to forget, a lot. But (y/n) just makes a checklist BEFORE she forgets it all.

(y/n) sighed and realized she has a lot in her day than everyone else, ahh... Right... Avery.

For an odd reason, Avery hates her... Of all people, why? Well, (y/n) speaks her mind... A lot. But she's fine with that, everyone has an opinion on someone, right?

Avery seemed to have love ordering the crew around, even ikkaku, but because she's extremely beautiful, they complied. Not to (y/n) though, (y/n) would normally question as to why she has to do it when Avery has nothing worth to do.

When she does that, Avery whines and throws a temper tantrum until the captain just scolds her for not being an adult and take responsibility.

(y/n) shrugged, not really caring whether she has a lot of jobs or not, (y/n) just particularly doesn't care about anything anymore.