You fascinate him, but he hates to admit it. From the moment he snatched you from the clutches of the Celestials in Sabaody Archipelago, you have been anchored in his mind. As time goes by, he also understands more and more what is developing and he...
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Safe to say you got his attention. The last few weeks made the surgeon of death realise things he never thought of getting into his head. Sitting at the desk of his compartment inside the Polar Tang, he tries on finishing the latest reports that began to tower over him, yet in vain.
Tired, Law's steel colored orbs shift over the papers. In annoyance he lets out a weary groan and cups his face in his hands.
There she is again. That adorable smile, that sometimes deaf inducing yet charming laughter. Oh, how you piss him off. You out of all people were on his mind. Frequently. Why? Sure you had the looks that made men's heads turn and the best part is, you didn't even notice what effect you had on their filthy and ambiguous minds.
Heat rises into his cheeks, making him take off his white fluffy hat and set it onto the table. The dim light of an already half burnt down candle dances around the man's face. Attentively he gazes upon the little flame's unrhythmic flickering.
In a swift move his fingers wrap around the handle of the plate where the pile of wax starts to melt into, lifting it to his level. The cold steel of the submarine sends shivers down his spine. Since the heating system failed the heart pirates decided to dock at the nearest island. To their misfortune they crossed cold northern waters, arctic temperatures chilling the crew to the bone.
Law turns to the with books overflowing shelf. Literature of either medical history, anatomy, biology and even some stray book novels, all neatly stacked into the furniture, for the doctor is quite known for his tidiness. To his chagrin, there is a book sticking out like a thorn in his eye. Perplexed he flips it over to the cover: "Love for dummies.." he reads out aloud, sneering in a snort" What the-", Just when he was about to speak out a mockery, a loud thud interrupts his train of thought. Assuming it came from the corridors, Law curses under his breath and carefully sets the candle back to it's previous position, making his way outside his tank.
The heavy metal door creaks open and the raven haired man pokes out his head, cautiously stepping over the frame.
In a low voice Law calls out considering his crew is fast asleep at this hour: "Anybody here?". He figured, hearing those droning snores and steady huffs coming from the neighbour compartments, that his subordinates are completely nackered from today's work. Especially under these freezing conditions.
The hallway is badly lit by only a single faintly flickering halogen lamp, directly above the doctor's entrance. "This really should be fixed some time soon. Shachi...", he murmurs to himself, taking a mental note.
Brooms, buckets and transport boxes lie scattered on the iron floor. This must have been the source of noise that got crashed into.
Observing his surroundings, Law hears footsteps fading into the distance. A silhouette melting into the darkness: "Oi, wait! Are you alright?"
He follows down the corridor, his eyes adjusting to the blackness engulfing him. Just when he is about to recognise the person in front of him, a quickly torn open cold steel door impacts with his face.
"Captain Help! There's a spider in my quarters and-" a big white and fluffy polar bear mink storms out, his paws thrown into the air and screaming in panic. Bepo, Law's Vice Commander, wearing blue pyjamas with snowflakes on it, stops in his tracks as he sees his Captain staggering in place holding his face. One could clearly tell the man is counting stars, disoriented by the impact. The mink gasps and grabs the doctor by his shoulders: "Captain! Stay with me! Don't go into the ligh-" - „How many times do I have to tell you to open that door carefully, Bepo!"
Taken aback by the harsh voice confronting him, his whole body sacks in and his round ears droop meekly, mumbling a deep: "I'm sorry".
The sudden vibe change in the bear's behaviour has always been a curious phenomenon, Law can't fully put a finger on it. Nevertheless, he thinks it is quite a quirky and amusing display of character.
Slowly coming back to his senses, the doctor shakes off the disorientation and gives his companion a salty look: "Bepo, I'll get a concussion if this keeps on..."'A soft sigh leaves his lips seeing the polar bear show casing his biggest puppy eyes he can muster. Tension grits around Laws jaw, leaving him annoyed yet slighty flustered. "Stop being a baby! It's fine! Did you hear a loud thud too a few minutes ago?" - " Aye Captain! It woke me up, but when I was about to check it out a spider crawled onto my bed! I hate spiders!" How can such a strong and intimidating creature be afraid of eight legged insects?
It leaves Law rather dumbfounded, but he waves it off nonchalantly: "So I suppose you didn't see anyone walking by this corridor either?" Bepo shakes his head.
Curious. Law could've sworn he saw a silhouette wandering down the hall. Confused he exhales loudly and turns back to his fluffy Vice Commander: "Go back and take some rest the last few hours before dawn. We'll need you fit and healthy by tomorrow!" - "Aye aye Captain! You can count on me..." Not sure how this is biologically possible, but the bear just fell asleep standing on the spot.
A snot bubble coming out of his stubby nose, expanding and receiding to the rhythm of his calmed breathing.
It makes Law smile softly, snorting at this sight: "Not here Bepo"'-"I'm sorry".
The mink answered in his sleep with that uncharacteristically deep voice again, for the man guiding him back to his bed only shakes his head to his amusement.
When heading back to his own compartment, the doctor couldn't help but wonder who that person practically running away from his own Captain was. Was it a hallucination? Impossible, otherwise Bepo wouldn't have heard that sound too. Perhaps an intruder? That wouldn't make any sense, the shadow went the wrong way for it to escape. Besides, the Polar Tang is locked from the in- and outside.
No matter, he'll find out soon enough. And even after that little adventure, at this point, the surgeon af death takes some well deserved rest aswell . Hissing after his hand touched his buzzing forehead he mumbles in a sigh: "That's gonna leave a big bump."
