My good girl (One Piece Fanfic)

Forbidden word

A/N: I do not own One Piece.

A/N: English is not my first language.

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"Somehow, they piss me off. They are too perfect"

The girl took her eyes from the book she was holding and settled them on the face of the person sitting on the coach with legs besides her head, craning her neck and getting the feeling that although she was the only person in the room Law could possibly be talking to, it was like she was not even there, since stared at something entirely different. As it was usual, the girl sat on the floor with shoes discarded somewhere and legs crossed despite the dress she was told to wear, but even if she was close enough to see how apparently unfocused his eyes were, she had troubles trying to figure out just why Law looked like his thoughts were far away from that room and that island, almost as if it had not been his intention to speak in the first place. After a moment, she followed his eyes, passing the balcony doors and reaching the flowers inside the terrariums, today carefully arranged in a line one of the emptied shelfs.

"You make it sound like that's something really bad" Was her comment at the random nature of his statement, marking the page of the book with a piece of ribbon before she closed it, placing the worn out thing over her stomach and allowed her head to fall back until she was able of looking at him half properly. Law had always found a way of bringing in a considerable amount of interesting titles when he visited, knowing it would be much appreciated to have something different from technical knowledge, also knowing the book had to disappear before a maid would find it. It would be a waste, really, even more when Yue found islands and history so entertaining.

"Have you ever lived it?"

"The what?"

"Something that's not perfect" After a second or two he looked down at her, and his expression somehow looked like the one he had that first time watching fireworks. That shady look that hide many secrets, the impassible face that could match even Vergo's, and although two years had passed she could remember it perfectly. She frowning in confusion ever so slightly, settling for straightening her neck and turning around to have a proper look of his face, but at what turned out to feel like an expectant stare she answered anyway, wary of what was happening.

"What do you call perfect?" Absolutely perfect silence filled the room after the words left her mouth, and the intense heaviness of the atmosphere made her frown deeper. The reddish eyed girl completely placed aside the book, pushing the ground to turn her body around until she found herself sitting in a way that allowed her to fully face him. Yue raised her face a little bit more, taking in the white spots that had worryingly spread on his face and arms over the time, and the new looking shirt- He didn't come in with torn clothes anymore, he didn't came in much as many bandages as before. Bruises had started to slowly disappear, 'because I'm getting stronger' was his explanation when she asked about it, the hint of a smirk in his lips when he took the opportunity of also remind her of the many inches he had added to his height in comparison to her sparse ones.

There was no smirk at that moment thought, and not even a single mocking gesture, not even the starts of one. Law just stared at her the same way he sometimes stared at the small jewels now placed on the closet or the medical books he brought with him to study with. Like they reminded him of something far away from that room.

"What is it, Law? You are acting strange today" Yue's shoulder stiffened when he scratched the side of his arm without noticing it, a spot completely covered by a white parch of what didn't even seem his own skin, a gesture that unfortunately coincided with other things he had done before –Staring at them when he walked by the mirror on the wall, covering what he could with bandages that weren't needed- and so, it became an even more worrying matter when she tried to make out what he was thinking by his expression but found that it was like trying to read a perfectly sculpted mask. And that was what truly annoyed her about Law, for the true luck of a better word. Whenever he wanted the boy could build a wall between him and the rest of the world, but Yue supposed she was more worried about what made him do that than annoyed because he did it- Lately, that expressionless mask tended to appear more often than before, and the moments when she could find him staring at some undefined point on the wall became more frequent. He could fool everybody out there if he wanted, but she was not about to fall for the same thing.