Spitfire [A One-Piece Fan-fic]

Chapter Two: A Bit'o Fire

A/N: Okay, so this chapter isn't much, but I thought you guys deserved an update while I'm trying to decide how to go about the future of this story. I've started to piece together a string of islands for their trip, it just depends on how well those string together how quickly this story will straighten up and start being updated regularly.

"When I sai' ya hafta buy me somethin', I wasn't jokin' ya know! An' ya agreed ta do it!" 

Law adjusted his hat, shooting Kana a questioning expression over his shoulder. 

"What is it exactly that I'm supposed to be buying you, then?" 

The blonde furrowed her brow, easily keeping up with his long strides as they made their way down one of the many streets through the small village. An already darkening bruise decorated her cheek as a result of the barfight, an equally pleasant gash down her arm and hidden beneath a layer of fabric that had been tied securely around the wound. Her bruised knuckles were kept from view by the gloves she always wore, which only seemed to worsen the slight ache they let off. 

Initially, Law had commented that they should head back to the submarine in order to place stitches and disinfect the wound of anything that the broken bottle that caused it might have been carrying, a suggestion that had instantly been shot down. Not feeling the urgent need to help her with something that had been the direct result of her stupidly fiery temper, Law had made no attempt to persuade her differently. 

"I dunno." 

His lips let out a weary sigh, a headache starting to threaten to form in the back of his head. 

"What?"

"I dunno," she repeated. "Are ya deaf or somethin'? I dunno what yer gonna buy me, yer just gonna buy me somethin' since I couldn't stick 'roun' and drink my sake. It's yer faul' Cap'n Bastard, so yer gonna buy me somethin'. It's tha' simple." 

He resisted the urge to raise a hand and massage his temple. Her massacre of the Japanese language wasn't even the most concerning thing at the moment. Her lack of comprehensible logic was what had the headache forming. How exactly was he supposed to bring her along on the ship when just listening to her was this troublesome?

"I have a name." 

Her lips twisted up in a slightly mocking smile. 

"Eh, do ya? That's a shame, Cap'n Bastard's so suitin', ya know?" 

He opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself short when her eyes suddenly lit up as she darted past him. A sigh escaping his lips once again, he watched as she cut through the crowd and down the street. Following her was like following after a vulgar child- annoying difficult and illogical. Despite this, he found himself trudging forward and shrugging his way through the crowd, eyes barely keeping track of her frizzy ponytail visible above the majority of darker-haired villagers. 

What they found when they'd made it through the group was the narrowing streets of a bustling market. The shop that had caught her attention in particular was one settled snugly between two others, a hammer and sickle sign hanging above the heads of the crowd, visible for blocks. When he'd managed to slip in behind her, she was already settled before a stand showing off a variety of tools, her hands plucking what appeared to be a simple, metal rod from the surface. 

"I though' I'd 'eard of this island," she declared happily. "They've got a good market 'ere, famous in my circles. This, ya know what this is?" 

Law, his curiosity sparked, shook his head. 

"It's what yer buyin' me," she declared. "'ere, take it. If'n yer insistin' on 'eading ta the Gran' Line, I suppose I gotta be ready. So, yer gettin' this."