The New World

Chapter Five

Word count: 5,237
(Fluffy :))

After that event, Law had consumed himself in working on his plan to destroy a stain on this world. I fortunately only had to meet the scum, he lived and breathed his world and was a pawn. So Law believes he is the only righteous person to take the asshat out of this world, subsequently I stay out of his way if he says so.

I woke up the next day to an empty bed and his shirtless self huddled on his desk, glasses barely on his face and hand pulling his hair. I don't think he stayed in bed long with how many papers are stacking, just long enough for me to fall asleep. Once he realized I was awake he told me breakfast was almost ready and to clean up, feeling an off feeling about his behavior I slowly got up and went for the door. Taking a look at his stern face before leaving, he scoffs and walks to the door closing it. The sound of the lock deflated my ego and some. I can't tell what that was reacting too, but I knew it wasn't good.

The shower felt amazing, the consideration for water pressure made me thank the builder for their genius intellect. Whoever made Kid's ship did not consider the nice little things in life. Feeling my hair turn into silk with the products on the wall, recognizing the pine scent that Law must prefer. It was more sweet in soap form, like fresh cut trees and crushed green leaves. I found a razor in one of the many medical supply cabinets in the med bay, slowly and carefully shaving my spots that were getting on my nerves. Feeling like a new women with my skin glowing pink from a proper boiling shower, I assess my reflection again since Dressrosa. I had gained some weight, feeling more and more like a normal human being. Seeing the fold under my belly bottom made me feel like I had some mass to keep up with the powerhouses I seem to be finding. Even though all of my lines and curves were soft and the opposite of strength, it gave me hope for what's to come. My face was flush, the angles were still new to me but seeing the same face as before brought comfort that I could rely on my new eyes. They were amber brown, with yellow prominent and dark rings around my pupils. As long as I look around and see a bizarre world that feels more vast than my compression, my eyes will have the amber flames of my passion. After being placed in a situation where I should have died, I have already beaten odds against me. Just have to keep going. Pulling on a spare jumpsuit matching Bepo, but 6 sizes smaller. It was barely large enough to wear as pants, but the top half was not going to go over my shoulders, as if all the crew members here have short torsos. Digging in the pack I found a tank top that has thick straps and a high neckline, wearing that with the top of the jumpsuit tied around my waist as a belt. Sliding on socks... SOCKS! It made the cold tile floor bearable to walk on. See, little things in life.

Eating breakfast was uneventful, the crew was so sweet and asked so many questions while chastising each other for 'overwhelming' me. They had me sit on the side of the table that faces away from the windows and I melted inside. They truly were worried for me and it was getting a little much. It kept reminding me of the cold reaction from Law first thing after waking up, especially after having a very vulnerable and intimate afternoon yesterday. I was torn, trying to follow my heart and my gut at the same time hasn't been going great. Experiencing genuine connection only for the aftermath to be more complicated than the acts committed, causing my brain to overheat. So far the people in question have been very cut and dry with how they want to be after sharing that much of themselves. Either directly or indirectly, with Kid acting like he couldn't be in the same room as me while I felt indifferent like we were just supposed to act like we did before, and the way Crocodile single handedly projected my life in a direction I knew nothing about, sticking his neck out to try and save me. But why me? From the wallet he had that day he could have bought all of us and gave us all the same fate, but no, just me. I need to learn that fact before I can understand where to go now that I'm inroute to meet a General.

My thoughts were cut short when a heavy figure fell into the seat next to me. The looming shadow was the stressed out Law still grinding his jaw with a pinched expression. He still had his glasses on, reading a paper that had handwriting beyond legible. Bepo slid a plate over and without looking, put his hand out and a blue orb appeared like the day in the harbor. It filled the space over the whole table, then he rotated his hand upwards, "shambles" and a haze of air produced a plate full of food, diced and syrup on his pancakes. Penguin slid a cup of coffee over, another shambles and it was swapped with the coffee pot on the countertop, that he grabbed the handle and gulped like it was a contest. My eyes were wide with a million questions. while he finished his coffee pot, his throat caught my attention. He stretched his head up and back, getting the last out of the vessel. Then looks back at the paper, hand outstretched towards penguin without a command. He already had the grounds prepped for the next round of caffeine. This is a daily occurrence...