The Life I Live

His Deal With The Devil

*Summer's POV*

        Summer sat cross-legged on the infirmary bed, breathing deeply to calm her heartbeat down. The room seemed unusually cold and unfriendly. Summer covered her eyes with her hands in frustration.

        'Oh god, what am I doing?'

        She was about to tell the second most sadistic individual she had ever met about her past and she was even telling herself not to back out of it! Sure, a part of her told her this was a shitty idea, but deep down she was tired of the endless fear of the unknown and of that bastard she was hunting-and being hunted by.

        'I will kill you. But I have to get stronger.'

        Forcing her hands away from her face, she schooled her features and closed her eyes in a sort of meditation. Her fingers unconsciously kneaded her temple, trying to work the growing headache out of her mind. It would do no good to become worked up before Law even got in the room.

        'Calm down, just calm down. You can do this…'

        The infirmary door opened softly and her eyes snapped open. She stared as the Surgeon of Death strode into the room, hands in his pockets and that damned smirk on his face. His grin was met with her frown, and she crossed her arms in front of her without realizing it. Law grabbed the stool next to the bed, sitting in it backwards comfortably. He rested his chin on his crossed arms, his grin widening. His silence was insufferable.

        "Don't act all high and mighty. Your damn ego is big enough already." Summer said with a scowl to which he chuckled darkly.

        "You are the one who called me here, Miss Summer. I do believe that is my victory." She looked away.

        "Whatever, can we just get this over with?" She could feel his smirk widen without having to look.

        "I'm waiting on you, Miss Summer." She could hear the satisfaction in his voice, but suddenly she was too nervous to really care. A deep sigh escaped her and her shoulders sagged a little in defeat.

        "Where to begin?" She muttered.

        "Most tales start at the beginning." He commented, earning a glare from the girl.

        "You aren't making this any easier, you know." His amused expression never changed.

        "I'm aware." She shook her head, sighing in disbelief.

        'Asshole…'

        "Why don't you just ask me specific questions. I'll answer what I can."

        "Fair enough. You are 23 years old, correct?"

        "Yes."

        "Where were you born?" She closed her eyes in sorrow, mentally preparing for the onslaught of memories to begin.

*Law's POV*

        "Terra Nova* Island. It's somewhere on the Grand Line." Her eyes hesitantly opened again and her hands rubbed her arms, whether to warm her cold limbs or because it was a nervous reaction Law couldn't be sure.

        "Any siblings?" At his question, her violet eyes took on a faraway look, as if she was envisioning a memory.

        "A sister, but she's dead. She died when I was six." Her eyes were still averted, but Law continued anyway.