Darling Typhoon [One Piece Law x Luffy]

10. The Beginning of Breadship?

After having witnessed for himself how completely ineffective it was to accost a client outside their villa, (or, rather, miserably fail at it), Thomas didn't dare stand outside Luffy's villa Thursday morning to inform him about the hotel tour that day.

To be frank, it was only something his supervisor, Raina, had recommended. After all, two people from the first batch of visitors had missed their scheduled tour yesterday, and the second batch of visitors would be having their tour this morning. A second round of brunch was already being prepared, and fortunately, no one on the latest flight climbed up to the hotel roof and asked to visit an active volcano on a boat.

As such, it wouldn't be a stretch to accommodate the two extra visitors who had so little in common, but surprisingly so much at the same time. For one, they were both enigmatic—one spoke too little, if not at all, while the other was simply...insane. For another, one was totally unreachable—and the other—well, unreachable too, it seemed. Thomas tactfully called the phone of villa 1306, and no answer. Both unreachable...but, not for the same reason, right?

Well, to the fly on the wall in Law's villa, it very clearly was.

At 8 in the morning, sprawled on the living room floor, drool frozen in place to the side of his mouth, Monkey D Luffy was passed out on the floor. Obnoxious snoring filled the room, which quieted as the minutes ticked away. He was nearing the last hour of his sleep, where he would once again become aware of his surroundings, but again, 5 minutes before his body naturally woke him up, the smell of coffee did.

Sniff, Sniff

Luffy's eyes flashed open like a reanimated corpse, and he immediately sat up. His head hurt—he couldn't tell why—and his arm had gone numb from his sleeping position. On the coffee table was an open plastic bag with half open containers of italian food in them, no doubt the proof that Law had begrudgingly attempted to clean up Luffy's mess.

Sunlight peeked into the open-floor living and dining, a few beams casting a soft, orange glow on the kitchen. There was a deep, discontented grumble from behind one of the counters.

"Straw Hat-ya." When Luffy looked up, he was shocked to see the complete and utter damage on the older man's face.

The dark circles under his eyes were akin to a black hole—they absorbed every single photon of light, dragging any semblance of sleep so far into its depths the word nearly ceased to exist. At this point it might as well have. It was clear Law didn't catch a wink of sleep last night.

"Hey, Torao..." Luffy said groggily.

Pure instinct told him maybe he should leave. But, not before getting something to drink or eat. The smell of that coffee was reminding him of worldly desires—namely eating, eating, and drinking. And eating. "Hey....were there any leftovers from last—"

"—No." The expression on Law's face is one of pure annoyance, and morbid shock. As if to say, 'you've been awake for 2 seconds and you're already asking for food?'

Luffy's mouth shut instantly. Then his eyes darted to the box of leftovers. There...was clearly some in the bag. Law saw where his gaze was directed towards.

"You want those?" He asked calmly. His voice still had a scowl to it as he took a sip of his coffee.

Luffy's ears perked up, and he finally seemed to be waking up. "Yeah! I'll leave once I get somethin to e—"

" —No."

Luffy paused and looked up. This time he openly frowned as he made a sound of discontentment and walked over towards Law. His left arm was by his side, as he stood there stiffly, the drip coffee machine emanating a tantalizing aroma as he continued to sip from the mug. Luffy's stomach growled.