Call Me (KidLaw)

Call Me: Chapter Four

Call Me

Chapter 4

Law spent the next two days writing his heart out. His head was so full of song material he could use, that he didn't even know if he could write it all down. He barely slept at all those whole two days, shutting himself away in the school's library, and the sound booth, every second he could.

Trafalgar didn't waste anytime on school work, doing the whole weeks worth of his class' homework assignments in advance. Every thing he had, he poured into his music, and refused to let anyone help him.

Ace found him in the sound room at the school midnight, the night after Law's... meeting with Doflamingo.

"Dude, what are you doing?" The older raven asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Working," Traf replied curtly, clicking rapidly on the sound boards computer. He had to get this sound here, and the drum beat there would sound better in this part...

"Have you been here all night? Panda, you need to sleep. I thought that the scout from Impel Down was coming to your next gig. You don't have the time to be making new arrangements," Ace ran his fingers through Law's hair in a comforting gesture, but the contact made Law jump.

"Don't fucking touch me, Ace!" He yelled, yanking off the sound proof head phones, and turning to snarl rudely at Ace."Why are you even bugging me? Go fuck your boyfriend or someone else that will put up with you and your annoying mouth when it's not wrapped around a dick!"

He saw the hurt in his friends eyes, but he chose not to care. He turned and sat back down at the sound board, jamming the head phones back over his ears.

"Christ, Law," Ace exclaimed through the noise canceling head set on his friend, "you don't need to be such a fucking prick about it! If you want me to leave, then just fucking say so!"

Law barley registered that the teen left, slamming the door loudly behind him. 'Che.' He thought, fixing another part of his arrangement, 'he's acting like such a child.'

He squinted as he leaned forward, and took a big gulp of his extremely caffeinated coffee. The words were just building up inside him, and waiting to be sung...

KLKLKLKLKLKLKLKLKL

"...aw...Law...LAW!"

The loud yelling of his name forced the said teen to stop scribbling notes on the pad of paper in front of him.

"What?" Trafalgar asked, annoyed, and looked up into the amber eyes of his teacher.

Eustass Kidd glared at him, clearly still angry at Law for the other day.

"Would you kindly answer the question?" the red head asked in forced civility, then cocked his head to the side, "Or were you too busy scribbling down nonsense to actually pay attention?"

There was a dangerous aura surrounding the teacher, his scars looking scary, and his size towering over the sitting teen, trying to intimidate him. Law looked up at him with dark circled eyes, and gave a tired smirk, totally indifferent. The room full of teens were stiff, the air thick with tension as they waited for the proverbial shoe to drop.

"You got me, Teacher-ya," he admitted with a cheeky grin.

He looked away from Kidd, letting the other man think that he won, but he was stopped as a hand slammed onto his desk. It was scarred, and calloused; pale, and manly. The long fingers and large palm spread over Law's paper easily.

"Why don't you share with the class what you were working so diligently on?" the hand's owner demanded gruffly.

Law felt his heart constrict, and himself stiffen at the close contact of the other man. He suppressed a shudder by looking back up at the teacher under the brim of his hat, and smiled coolly.