My good girl (One Piece Fanfic)

Jerk

This: Flashbacks or important words.

A/N: I do not own One Piece. 

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"Here"

The pair of black, simple flats seemed to appear out of thin air, and so when the woman found herself looking at the shoes that most certainly had not been there a second ago her natural reaction was to back even more against the railing, hands reaching behind her to grasp the wooden like bars that she used as backrest. The salty air almost burned her nose to the point it became itchy, but the knowledge that it actually wasn't the air but her own nerves and anxious state held her back from sneezing or rubbing it, even when she wanted to do that last thing so but so badly- By the time she had completely backed away it was too late to realize it would probably hurt, and so, when her bruised neck touched the bars and the slightly scrapped legs rubbed against the floor, wincing despite not wanting to do it was inevitable.

The man holding the shoes didn't look all that comfortable either when her eyes searched for his face under the shadow of his apple shaped hat, if both the way he was trying hard not to back from her as well and his tensed shoulders were anything to go by, and it probably was because of the not so graceful scene she had caused a few minutes ago when she had all but scattered away from certain captain, refusing to give him the chance of locking her inside of the submarine, this time for real. Dealing with a probably crazy woman that ran around with an injured leg –She wasn't quite sure about that one though, because it didn't hurt-, with no shoes on, surely wasn't all that lovely.

"Your boots were pierced by the bullet"

Standing near the door, glancing at her every few seconds or so before whispering something in between them, the rest of the crew held her breathe for a second when she stared at the flats with unblinking eyes, the twitching of her eye soon to be noticed as his words sank in. Suddenly, all the itching stopped and the throbbing pain in her neck seemed to take an even lower place in her priority list,

The adored captain had not given a single order regarding her, had not told them to keep an eye on their visitor before walking inside to 'retrieve something', and the fact that the crew kind of did it anyway just because it was obviously strange to not be told to do it was more than a little bit annoying. Law had not done anything to prevent her from escaping, so he was either convinced she would try to retrieve the documents, or he was stupidly confident she didn't have the guts. To know it most probably was the latter was by far more irritating and flustering than anything she had lived before, including Diamante's teasing, and she had lived that for more than fifteen years.

But the guy with the hat looked like he wanted to be there no more than she wanted to be sitting on the submarine of someone she had slapped on the face. If anything, it was her fault for sending someone crashing into the floor.

"Thank yo-"

"Why couldn't you just wait to be moved to a proper room?"

The only proper explanation to what happened that moment would be through exemplification: Light a candle, then place it inside a fridge. That was exactly how it felt when Law's voice cut right in the middle of her words, stepping into the deck with what looked like a medical kit on one hand, long sword on the order and popped against his shoulder. Why on earth he needed a sword that long was truly beyond her, and Yue didn't even want to wonder just where he got it from, or how. As he walked past him Law handed the sword to the bear without even glancing his way, probably used to doing that sort of things, and when her eyes followed his hands she met with the animal's own round and black eyes staring right at her. Because even he was curious about her and more than a little bit apprehensive about her presence- Thing was, even when it would have been a good idea to hold eye contact, just to show she wasn't as crazy as he probably thought she was, Yue couldn't help but look at his uniform again.