Madness Melody.[Discontinued]

Electricity.

-AN-
Alright, so, some of you may have already guessed, but yes. There will be a love triangle. I hope you guys don't mind, but those that do, don't worry. This is a Sabo x Reader, so you will get your ending with him. But what's a story without a little drama?

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(Your POV)

Turns out that lazing around and doing nothing for days isn't all it's cracked up to be. You get bored very quickly, within an hour at least, and because you're forbidden from moving, you can do squat about it.

With little to nothing left to do, I simply gazed at the ceiling of the room. Law had been so kind as to move me to a proper room, as opposed to staying in the infirmary.

Even though the thoughts were sickening, I thought about Sabo. How he would be doing right now. No doubt he would be killing himself over this...

I wish there was some way I could assure him I was fine. But without a denden, or a secure location of where he is, it would be impossible.

Shaking the thoughts away, I fling the covers off of myself, and get up.

At this point in time, I don't care if Law gets angry at me. Anything beats those horrible thoughts, even a scolding from him. So, I quickly rush toward the door. Before noticing I was still in the same outfit as the one I had been wearing when I slipped. It stank horribly.

Frowning, I turn to the wardrobe situated in the corner of the room, and open it. Not really expecting to find anything. However, a few orange jumpsuits are hung inside, all way too big for me. Deciding I'd rather be in clothes too big, then clothes that stink of a dumpster, I grab the smallest and change quickly. Having to remove my bra and underwear as well.

I zip up the front, quickly rolling up the sleeves. The material gathers at my ankles, but it doesn't really bother me. Actually, it's quite comfortable.

I leave the room bare-footed and walk silently down the maze of corridors, avoiding one's that contain Law's subordinates. However, as I turn yet another corner, I spot a large, white....Bear. In a jumpsuit. Talking.

Gasping, I stumble backwards and lean against a random door. Quickly pushing it open, and silently ramming it shut. Sighing, I lean my forehead against the door.

"That was close..."

"Oh, (Name)-ya, what a surprise."

I yelp loudly and wheel around to face the voice. Law raises an eyebrow at me from his relaxed position on his bed. His arms are folded behind his head, torso bare. A pair of cotton, black pyjama pants adorn his legs. Water drips from his hair and body, suggesting he had showered recently.

I flush red and look away.

"G-Gomen-nasai!!"

Stuttering, I quickly turn and grip the door handle.

"Oi, did I say you could leave?"

The springs on his bed groan as he shifts. Swallowing, I slowly turn and face him again.

"W-well, no-"

"Exactly. No, I didn't. Sit down."

He commands, sitting up. He swings his feet over the side of the bed. It's in that second I realize why his crew are so obedient. Law is a very authoritative figure. Doesn't like being told what to do. Not to mention the fact he is a doctor, and probably knows how to kill a man in one hundred different ways.

I sit down beside him, fiddling with the suit as he stares me down.

"(Name)-ya, I don't recall telling you, you could leave your room. In fact, I said quite the opposite."

I keep my gaze away from his. Knowing that the second my eyes meet his, I'll brake. It's weird. I've known him personally barely two days, yet I know that mere eye contact weaken my resolve.

I shrug, playing with a belt loop.

"It's rude to not look at me while I'm talking."

He grunted, gripping my head and twisting it to face him. My eyes instantly meet with ashen-gray pools. Almost as if his orbs hold some form of lock, my eyes are snapped into place. I couldn't look away if I wanted to.

Electricity zaps between us, and I find myself subconsciously biting my lower lip. My eyes drop to his lips. Even without touching, I can tell that they're soft. The fact alone makes a sickly spiral of want coil in my stomach. Even though I've barely known him a few days... The bed creaks gently as he leans forward, his lips graze mine...

"Ne, what were you here for again?"

He whispers against my lips, I exhale slightly.

"No clue..."

He chuckles softly, leaning his forehead against mine, before locking eyes again.

"The jumpsuit looks good on you."

He states. My eyes fall to my torso, where I notice a bird's eye view of my cleavage. I gasp and slap his shoulder, making him smirk. He pulls back, running a hand through his hair.

"You should get back to bed."

He mutters, lying back down. Groaning, I shake my head.

"Law-San, it's so boring in that room!"

I whine, flopping down and rolling to his side. Rolling his eyes, he circles my waist with his arms, pulling me to his chest. Blushing furiously, I bury my head in his chest. Closely observing the ink on his skin.

"Then you can stay with me from now on."

He yawns, nuzzling his face into my hair. His yawn triggers my own, and I nod sleepily.

"I must say...for a girl I've known less then two days...I'm quite fond of you."

He mumbles, making me laugh. I nod slightly, my eyes begining to slide shut slowly.

"Yeah... I like you, too."

His deep, melodic chuckle is the last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep.