Sun Devourer | Trafalgar Law

Chapter 11: Sunflower

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Standing barefoot on the snowy terrain, (Y/n) shivered slightly, her breath forming delicate clouds in the wintry air as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to ward off the biting cold. Yet, her discomfort seemed to fade into the background as her attention was drawn to the solitary figure of the robot, standing resolute amidst the swirling snowflakes, seemingly impervious to the frosty chill that enveloped the night.

The robot's cyclopean eye glinted with an intense red hue, casting a surreal glow in the surrounding darkness, its presence evoking a sense of both awe and curiosity within (Y/n). Despite the initial impression of a potential threat, an inexplicable connection seemed to beckon her forward, compelling her to step closer, her hand outstretched tentatively, as if drawn by an invisible thread of fate that linked her to this enigmatic machine.

As she closed the distance between them, the snow crunching softly beneath her feet, a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation settled within her, the icy night air carrying a hint of mystery and possibility that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the robot's pulsating gaze. With each step forward, (Y/n)'s pulse quickened, her breath hitching in her chest as she prepared to unveil the secrets that lay shrouded within the mechanical depths of this enigmatic entity.

"Sunny, ▬▬'s daughter, I've been waiting for you."

As the robot's voice resonated through the wintry night, its words carried a profound weight that seemed to echo in the surrounding silence, a testament to the gravity of its message and the significance of its connection to (Y/n). "I will make this world a safer place for you to live, Sunny. I promise you," it intoned, its mechanical timbre tinged with an underlying warmth that hinted at an unexpected depth of emotion hidden within its metallic framework.

The gentle cadence of its voice seemed to infuse the frigid air with a sense of reassurance, a whispered vow that sought to dispel the shadows of uncertainty that lingered in the darkness. "Just as you promise to make this world a safer place for your younger siblings to live," the robot continued, its words a poignant reflection of the unbreakable bond that united them in their shared quest for protection and justice, a bond that transcended the confines of flesh and metal and embraced the essence of unwavering devotion and resilience.

"Younger siblings?" (Y/n) asked. "As in plural?"

The robot nodded, "They are everywhere, Miss Sunny."

With a finality that echoed in its resolute tone, the robot's gaze seemed to soften, its cyclopean eye dimming slightly as if to convey a sense of mutual understanding and shared purpose. "All you have to do is to return," it implored, its words carrying a subtle plea that sought to beckon (Y/n) back to the safety of their unknown shared sanctuary she struggle to decipher.

As (Y/n) absorbed the weight of the robot's words, a sense of perplexity swelled within her, mingling with the icy tendrils of the wintry night. She nodded slowly, "Who are you?" She asked.

"Return, Miss Sunny, and you will know."

As Law entered the room, his gaze fell upon (Y/n) slumbering at her cluttered desk, surrounded by an assortment of tools and scattered robotic parts. Her fedora hat rested beside her head, and her black coat was draped haphazardly over her, the room's ambient lighting casting a gentle glow on her peaceful form.

"You're such a handful baby." He said, annoyed.

A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Law's lips as he observed the scene, his concern for her well-being evident in the furrowed lines of his brow. With great care, he bent down and gently picked up her coat, silently vowing to ensure her comfort. Then, with practiced ease, he cradled her like a precious bundle, her body resting against his chest, her legs draped around him, and her head nestled on his shoulder.