One Piece Oneshots

Law X Neko! Reader + She's Really Sick And A Child Too

GreenR: wow, I'm so sorry. That request was med like....millennia ago, I just had it buried under all the other stuff. But now I'm gonna catch up with all the request you have made.

Law: *puts the mountain of papers in Greenie's table* good that you said it, because you have about 20 of these.

GreenR: *siiiigh* what a pleasure..... *the pile falls over and buries her*

Law: *just shrugs and brings a shovel (what a cold-hearted idiot he is)*

See ya in the next story.... if Green-ya is still alive, that is.

GreenR: *rises like those fake zombies from the graves in the movies* I liiiiiivvvveeee.....

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You pulled the hood little closer to your bruised face and peeked around the corner. He was there, just sitting and reading newspaper, but to you he was the last thing keeping you alive.

You took a small hasty step forward and kicked over the trash bin that was hiding you. When it fell it started a really funny domino reaction. Well, it did look funny to everyone else except you, and suddenly you discovered yourself standing in the middle of garbage, dozen eyes turned at you.

You blushed to the roots of your hair and mumbled some lame excuse, trying to hurry down the street, but he had already seen you.

"Wait," the man called but you ain't stupid so you told your brain to start the running mode and were down the street in 2.89 seconds, your new best time.

You leaned against the corner to catch a breath (obviously you were hidden again) and tried to look back, when a big hand landed on your shoulder and you looked up into stone grey eyes, gasping in fright.

"Okay, calm down," the man assured you, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just have few questions," you scrunched your nose, for a street orphan like you, questions only meant trouble.

"Can you climb out of the trash bin now?" He still spoke calmingly, as if to a wild animal. Hitting him with an angry look, you jumped out of the garbage and landed few meters away, soundlessly, just like mama taught you when you were just a kitten.

"Whaddaya wantch?" You mumbled under your nose, looking down. Sure, you needed his help, but you weren't exactly ready to ask it from him.

"First, why the hell have you been following me?"

"Felt like doing it,"

"Bullshit, what do you really want?" He pushed the fluffy white, black-spotted, hat away from his eyes and leaned down a little. "Are you injured?"

"I need your help!" You blurted out, not managing to keep it anymore.

"That's better, punk. What is it then?" Instead of saying anything you just pulled back your sleeve, enough to reveal five extra sharp claws and the white splotches covering your skin.

"Is it....?" The man asked, his eyes widening in terror. You nodded, "better come with me. And don't let anyone see your skin," he warned before grabbing your collar and pretty much dragging you towards the port.

There was the nice submarine you had seen before, and now you managed to get into it! What a lucky day. He dragged you straight to Hell (no that's a joke but I take every doctor's cabinet as a living Hell. Do you even know how bad they smell?) and put you down on one of the chairs.

"Now, do you even know what disease that is?" He demanded.

"Steve says it's an Am-am-amber Lead Disease," you said, proud that you finally managed to spell it out.

"And where did you got it? Do you know any other people who might have it?" He kept the questions coming.

"I got it from that carantine city. Me and Mikey broke in there to see if there was anything valuable to.....borrow," suddenly you felt a little embarrased to admit you two had been stealing.

"Oh well," the man scratched his chin, "and where's that Mikey? I expect he got it too," you hung your head, mourning and the dude was emphatic enough to stop asking.

"All right, last question: how did you find me? Not that I complain, if they have lowered the guard enough to let even the little kids in, that may lead to a massive outburst...."

"Steve told me," you picked on one of your claws, "he said that Cap'n Law is the only one who can cure it, for the rest I used the wanted posters,"

"A little detective then," Law rose an eyebrow, "okay, better get to treating you."

Timeskip because I really don't wanna explain how Law's treatment goes. It hurts a lot, believe it.

"Yassssss!" You cheered happily, throwing your arms in the air, "I'm cureeeeedddd!"

"Calm down now,"Law said as emotionlessly as ever. "Your cells aren't still at their full strenght, so you gotta be careful for the next few weeks, got it?"

"Sure thing," you gave him thumbs up and pulled the hood over your cat ears again, "thanks a lot again Doc. And if I can ever do anything to repay that, just give me a call,"

"No need, that's my job," he shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever," you poked your tongue out at his attempt to be cool, "but if you change your mind, the name's Y/N L/N,"

And with a swish of your tail you were gone.