One Piece Oneshots

GreenRevolutionary X Law

GreenR: happy new year~ happy new year~

Law: it's not new year yet

GreenR: shush, party pooper! Almost, almost.

Sorry for ignoring your requests and writing that chapter here, but I promised. And as you all know, promises must be kept.

Law: and what you just wrote probably ain't what reader-chans wanted anyways

GreenR: man, I know it! I just sorta...y'know...tried. Anyways, happy new year and please enjoy the story.

Law's phone buzzed furiously and he gave it annoyed look before taking it from the table and answering it. He tapped his fingers on his leg and listened for a moment with a smirk, before his face turned grim.

"You broke your leg?!" He shouted and jumped up, worry showing on his face. He was already searching his pockets for carkeys as he walked out of the house. "Just don't go anywhere from there, okay?" He insisted and put the phone away, starting the car and driving out from the garage. Next turn was to the main road that led to the hospital.

I stared boredly at the ceiling and hummed by myself, trying to ignore the numb pain my leg was drowning to. It was really painful to just sit there and wait. I hate waiting. And Law always drives so slowly, he's like a turtle of the drivers. I hope he hurries this time. And won't get very mad at me.

"Alice," the door flinged open and Bepo strolled in, carrying a small plastic bag with some iced tea and cookies. "Did you call Cap'n?"

"Yeah, he should be here soon," I gulped at the sight of food and pointed at the bag. "Can I eat those?"

"You can have some but not too much," he grinned so his white fangs showed. They were slightly uneven in the bottom row, I noticed. "You know what cap says about sweets."

"Pretty much what he says about anything fun: don't jump off a cliff, it's not good for your health," I badly mimic Law's voice. "Don't eat too many sweets, don't stay up so late, think more about your health," I continue, not noticing Law who is standing on the door.

"And to think I hurried so much to hear that," he says annoyedly and checks the papers doctor left on the table. I blush a little at those words, because it really wasn't nice, after all he takes care of me most of the time.

"Sorry," I mumble back, poking his arm with a finger. "Are you mad?"

"Mad? I'm furious!" He turns at me and waves with the data. "How the hell did you manage to break your leg in three places!!???

I open my mouth, and then close it again. All I have are some really shitty apologises. And he wouldn't believe most of them anyways, I don't get why. Maybe it's because I told the last time lizards ate his popcorn, and he didn't believe me. Psh, always accusing me for eating his food.

"You know what, I actually don't wanna know," he sighs and gives me my crutches. "Let's just get you out of here," he helps me up and stands close as I hobble towards the exit.

"By Bepo, thanks for food," I call over my shoulder and the polar bear waves at me. Damn lucky bear, all that fluff around him. Just so cute. It should be illegal for someone to be that cute.

"Were you eating snacks for whole day again?"  Law asks when we are in the car and my stomach gurgles angrily. A little embarrased, I try to hide the candy wrappers peeking out of my bag and shake my head.

"Not just snacks, we went on a lunch with Sanji and Kidd. I ate salad, that's healthy," he still looks at me suspicingly and I grin. "It's true, you can ask them."

He starts the car and drives out of the small parking lot in front of hospital and towards the town. I grab my laptop from my bag and start writing the next chapter about Robin-chan. My leg still hurts, but writing is the only way to get my mind off it, and I really have to write a lot if I want to finish that book.

"Are you very hungry or xan you wait until home?" Law asks dryly and I nod, still engrossed in writing and the fact he is not lecturing me yet. Like it's my fault I end up in hospitals a lot. It's called bad luck and missing coordination, sweethearts. It's not like I wanted to be born clumsy. Oh no, that fact was decided for me.

"Which one then?"

"Ummm, I can wait for home," the 'low battery' sign blinks on the screen and I log out, dumping it on the back seat. "Sorry you had to come and get me. Did it disturb your work?"

"Yeah," but he shrugs, "I'll catch up with it later. And I still don't understand how you managed to break your leg that way." My face turns slightly red. I guess it's not very usual for people to just go and well, break their legs.

"I fell down the stairs and into that small taco trolley in the mall. You know the one that sells the best-" I stop when I notice his stare. Not the best time to talk about tacos. "Anyways, the trolley drove over my leg. That's it. End of story."

"You do know that people don't usually just fall down the stairs, right?" He stops the car in front of our house and helps me out of the car. While he takes my bag from the car I unlock the door and stumble in.

The kitchen is a mess like always,  when he is home alone, and I sigh. I ain't gonna clean that, I get out a pot and fill it with water. It's spaghetti time! But after raiding the cabinets I find that the only macarons we have, are bowties.

"What are you doing?" Law walks in and stares at me surprisedly. "You just sit down and rest, I can cook for now."

"No thank you," I pour the bowties into boiling water and turn at him. "Our kitchen ain't gonna survive the next time you cook. And neither am I."

"I said I was sorry for that soup," he blushes and just sits down, knowing that I'm not gonna let him close to my food. Honestly, you wouldn't either if you could see how badly he can mess up cooking. Although he makes pretty good sandwiches. And never eats them. Just any food that involves actual pots and pans, better hide because it's gonna be a massacre!

"Yeah yeah," I lean on the counter and smile. "I'm not mad. I just want to avoid another food poisoning."

"I was worried," he suddenly says and I laugh.

"I wad worried that time too. Man, I thought I was going to die!" I remind and think of the terrible soup. Now thinking back, the fact that it was ink black and smelled like cheese and socks should have stopped me from eating. Oh well, shit happens.

"Not that time," his face is still serious and I stop laughing. "Today, when you called and said your were in a hospital, I thought I was going to die." He stands up and walks to me, taking my hands in his and I shake my head.

"Really, it's all fine and it was only my leg after all. I've got another one to spare anyways," I try to joke but he still looks sad.

"When will you start being more careful?" He sighs and leans down to hug me. Man, why he hast to be so much taller and bigger than me? Makes me feel like a kid, I think angrily when tears swell up in my eyes. "Wa-wait! Why're you crying?" He sounds a little afraid. Tch, usual men. They can take over the world and fight with dragons, but show them emotional woman and they're helpless.

"Stupid! You can't just say you're worried about me like it's nothing," I sniff and pull him closer. "It's not like I choose to be a klutz or something." I sniff again and this time I smell a burning scent. One look over my shoulder shows that it's my pasta.

I grab a spoon and mingle it quickly, trying to save what I can. It still looks edible, those little burned bowties are just for taste. And I actually read somewhere that charcoal is good for your digesting system.

"Sorry, it's not gonna be very tasty," I grin and rub my drippy nose. "Should've been more careful with it."

"Meh, still edible," he shrugs and takes plates for us. "But you really gotta be more careful, okay? Unlike other things, there is only one of you."

"Yes yes, whatever you say," I wave him off. "No need to flatter me now."

"I'm not flattering," he mumbles and sends a mad glare at my crutch, like it had insulted him personally.