One Piece: Law and Disorder-Blood is Thick

Delusion

“Law.”

The boy raised his head from the book he had been reading and looked over at his doorway. The towering figure of Doflamingo was prominent then a little boy, barely reaching the war lord’s knee, stood beside the pirate. Law gave him a death glare which was met with a bright, curious gaze.

“I bought you a present,” Doflamingo indicated the boy. “Just something I picked up at the Human Shop on Sabaody. He was worth 10 beli.”

“Don’t need it,” Law said, beginning to read his book again.

“Corazon insisted on getting you a companion,” Doflamingo said.

Law hesitated. “Fine, but I’m not sharing a room.”

“Understood,” Doflamingo smirked. “I have plans for this boy as well, so you won’t be seeing much of him anyway.”

“Spectacular,” Law grumbled, skimming over a page.

“Why don’t you name him?”

“You do it.”

Doflamingo placed a hand on the boy’s head. “I’ll have to think about it. Have fun.”

Law grunted in response as the door closed to leave him alone with the boy. A couple of seconds went by, a minute, an hour, all the while the little boy kept to a corner of the room, staring. Law tried not to mind it, absorbing the medical information in his textbook like a sponge. Here and there he would take a note or solve a problem, fully aware of the tiny eyes burrowing holes into the back of his skull.

He roughly seized a rather thick book and threw it over his shoulder. He heard the thud that meant it landed on the floor. He tilted his head back at the little boy, eyes widening menacingly.

“Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Do something with your pathetic life.”

He turned back to his reading and was immersed in a medical formula a few seconds later. Just then, he felt a pressure on his lap and a blue head right under his nose. After the overall shock, Law grabbed the boy by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him off his lap, letting him swing from his hold.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Law growled.

The boy lifted the book up to him. Law stared. Then realization hitting him like a sack of bricks and brought the boy closer to eye level.

“You don’t know how to read?”

The boy lifted up four fingers, grinning in pride. Law frowned.

“Are you telling me you’re four years old?” he asked.

The kid nodded, still grinning.

“Can’t you speak?”

The boy shook his head. Law sighed and tossed the kid on his bed like a sack of dirty laundry.

“Just sit there and don’t bother me.”

The boy did just that until Vergo came to pick him up. Law saw him wave goodbye out of the corner of his eye as the blue haired boy left.

The next morning, when Law had finished with his appointment with Corazon, he was walking in the courtyard when he heard tiny footsteps behind him. He turned around to see the blue haired kid following him.

“Oi,” Law said.

The boy looked up and smiled brightly. Law took note of the bruises the kid had manufactured since the night before and arched an eyebrow.

“Leave me alone,” he said shortly before spinning on his heel and leaving.

The boy pouted, a bit put off, then he ran to catch up, realizing he didn’t know where he was. He grabbed Law’s sleeve and Law swung his hand and smacked him right across the cheek.