Sometime During School – [F/N]’s House
You scoffed, tossing the remote on your bed before you in frustration. You had been playing for nearly two hours straight on a classic Playstation 2, Destroy All Humans, and, to put it simply, you had failed your mission horribly. You used to be an absolute pro at this game, however, it would seem that you had lost your touch a tad.
It would appear you would have to play a little more often in order to stay on your toes. Though you did not consider yourself a gamer, nor a good one at that, but you could most certainly kick David’s ass in nearly any game; it was something you could take great pride in.
Even so, you had stared endlessly at the screen of your television for far too long, your leg crossed over the other nearly cutting of the circulation to the lower regions of your legs. You needed to relax and take a short break, thus you crawled off your bed and bounded out of your room, down the hall and descended the [S/C] carpeted staircase that landed you in your large living room. Then, you jogged lightly towards the kitchen towards your right, separated from the living room with a smooth, creamy wall.
The house was vacant, you being the only person that remained inside. David had long left for work, not returning for another three hours at most. You had been alone in the house for quite some time, managing to distract yourself with her Playstation in your room; you had been hit rather hard by the nostalgic games from your childhood, some that you hadn’t played for years and years. You were proud at recalling some of the controls and even some of the old secrets without having to reply on any external means.
Video games had also been a rather good distraction from the other event that lead to your reason for skipping school. Your new hair cut was not something you prominently cared about, after all, it would grow back eventually. Though you were bothered by how disproportionately your tormentors had clipped the delicate strands, you had fixed the issue yourself. You had dared to wear a short sleeved shirt, and dark [S/C], which naturally exposed your fading injuries. The bruises were still ever noticeable. However, they had evidently had begun to heal over the past few days and the pain gradually subsided until you could not feel it any longer.
The only bruise that appeared the most disguisable was on the upper region on your left arm, the dark, ugly coloration easily detectable; though it was partially concealed by the sleeve, it could still be seen without much difficultly. The injury that was even worse than that was on your back, another bruise thought much bigger and darker than all the rest, where one of your attackers mercilessly delivered a strong kick. It still hurt, a throbbing pain that was especially annoying in the morning though thankfully decreased by the time lunch rolled around.
David wanted something to be done, as any other brother would demand, but you had firmly negated for any actions to be taken. He wanted justice, pay back if you will. He could not allow such behaviors to slip by when obviously someone needed to be punished, whether it be one of the girls or all of them, he didn’t care. David was going to have a long talk with your instructors about the issue tomorrow, seeing as he had a day off from work.
David didn’t like the idea of how openly you showing of your injuries regardless of how faded they were. He didn’t understand why you did this, nor did any polite or demanding requests sway you to undergo an outfit change. He didn’t have time to argue, he was fine with this as long as you didn’t venture outside.
It was beautiful weather, shockingly as it was nearly the middle of October. Halloween was fast approaching and yet it almost felt like summer was attempting to return for one more day. You almost had to choose between basking in the glorious sunlight [that would most likely not return for quite some time] or waste your day away indoors. Due to the fact that you would be forced to wear long clothing in order to conceal the bruises and scratches on your arms, which would ultimately cook you alive if you were to step outside the threshold of the front door, you opted to remaining indoors and play video games until David returned.
You had a blast, until you lost horribly in Destroy All Humans.
Now in the kitchen, you rummaged through the refrigerator in search for a snack, deciding on a pack of fresh blueberries – the larger kind. You quickly rinsed the small berries then piled then into a small bowl. Skipping towards the living room where the largest flat screen TV within the household was located, you planted yourself on a nice, comfortable couch with a lounge. You popped several juicy blueberries into your mouth and you snatched hold of a remote that lay on the center seat of the couch, and turned on the TV; you quickly beginning to surf through the dozens and dozens of channels in hopes of finding something entertaining, deciding for the television screen to be the replacement of the one upstairs.
Speaking of the TV upstairs, you paused mid – way as you realized you had forgotten to save and turn of the Playstation. You let out a mild cuss and stood up, bringing the bowl along with her as you dragged yourself back to the staircase.
Knock, knock, knock.
You halted, swiveling your head towards the front door. That was rather odd, seeing as you did not expect anyone to arrive nor was David remotely close to finishing with work. In addition, you had high doubts that any of your friends would ditch school just to see you, even Sanji. It was true that you had been through a trying time, but you were doing much better compared to days prior when they did skip school you. You truly did have loyal and caring friends.
It must be a sales person, maybe even a girl scout wanting to sell her some cookies or chocolate. Regardless, you were not interested in such treats, for you had a wonderful bowl of delectable blueberries just waiting to be eaten. As far as you knew, the person on the other side was completely ignorant of you being home. They would leave eventually.
There was another set of knocks, sounding a tad bit more irritated than before.
Maybe they won’t go away as you thought.
You approached the door with some reluctance, opening the door, though you kept the chain secured in the lock. You never know who is out there, and that saying was most definitely true in this case, for you could not believe your eyes at the sight before you.
Trafalgar D. Water Law.
Yes you knew the guy’s full name, everyone does; little to nothing was secret about his life. Someone, somehow, knows what he is doing, where he is, and what he’s saying. This unprecedented visit was not something you expected nor was prepared for at all.
In addition, school was currently in session. What the hell was he doing here? Is he aware that he is missing class? He is throwing away this opportunity to learn and for what? You didn’t know for what, it confused you greatly, so much so that you blinked a few times to determine if the person before you was really there – he was.
Once you snapped yourself out of your daze, you narrowed your eyes wearily, questioning slowly, “Why are you here? You know that you’re a bit early for the English project thing right? That was supposed to be on Saturday, not today.”
Law was silent for a moment, as if carefully wording his reasons for arriving other than the project. The ravenette would never come to your house if it wasn’t for work or if it was a last ditch effort to contact her about something crucial, though this was the very first time he was ever at your doorstep.
Her hair. Law thought, his eyes actually widening at the sight of your hair, now much shorter than how it originally was. Nami was telling the truth, unfortunately, he almost hoped it was just a joke. A cruel, heartless joke, but it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to think at the sight of you, nor what emotions to physically display if he could.
As you waited for a response, you casually began to snack on the blueberries you had brought along with you, nearly forgetting the nutritional treat was in your hands. Law paused at the sight of the fruits, raising an eyebrow but did not voice his thoughts.
He then noticed you exposed arms which he could see just beyond the threshold of the door, his silver eyes flashing so quickly with a bit of concern that anyone could miss it. You saw no change in his expression, in fact you didn’t even noticed his persistent stare directed previous towards your hair and now towards your arms, or to be more specific the bruises.
Finally, Law cleared his throat, “I know that the meeting for the project was on Saturday, but I didn’t come for that. I came because I heard of the,” he hesitated, “the incident. I just wanted to check up on you.”
You blinked, “Incident?” you echoed, “What incident – oh. . . That. . . Incident. . . We’re talking about the same one right?”
Law’s eyes narrowed, “I’d assume so. I was referring to the harassment.”
“Oh, yeah,” you pursed your lips together, not actually thinking of the same incident as the medical student, “Yeah, uh, that was an interesting day. Very physical and, well, just interesting. Who told you about it?”
“The money pincher.”
The awkward tension quickly breed around the pair as you glanced off to the side uneasily as the memories of the event flooded your head, though you continued to snack very slowly on the blueberries. It wasn’t necessarily a large trigger referring to the harassment, but it certainly wasn’t a fun subject that you would enjoy talking about, and not with him.
You then blinked, almost in shock as you gawked owlishly at Law, whom furrowed his brows in confusion at sudden look he was given. You supported you her weight against the doorway as you leaned against it a bit, “Did you just say you wanted to check up on me? On me?”
“I did,” Law answered, “Why? Is that a problem?”
You deadpanned, tilting your head back as you stared at the man with narrowed eyes, “Who are you and what have you done with Trafalgar Law?”
The tattooed sadist scoffed unimpressed, slipping his hands into his Jean pockets as he closed one eye, “Don’t think too much into it. I wasn’t worried about you, I’d die before I let that happen.”
“You just said you wanted to check up on me, loser!” You countered with a laugh, pointing at the ravenette.
“Shut it, Shorty – ya.” Law hissed, mildly irritated, “I already said I didn’t care!”
“Liar.” You sang provokingly.
“I am not lying! I could care less what happens to you!”
“You said you could care less, which means you do care.”
“Do not turn my words against me!”
“I just did.” you suddenly held out the bowl of blueberries, though it could only get so far as the chained lock was still in place, and suggested teasingly, “Here, have a blueberry. It’ll help calm ya down.”
“I don’t want one.”
“Come on, take one! You know you wanna.” You tempted as you moved the bowl in a circular motion.
“I said, no.”
“Fine, it wasn’t even going to give you one anyways.”
“Then why offer?”
“So I could refuse to give you them.” You stuck your tongue out at the tattooed man.
Law rolled his eyes, “So mature of you.”
There was a pause, as if one was waiting for the other to continue but they refused. Law had grown very annoyed since the very moment you began to run your damn mouth. It was no surprise, he should have expected this regardless of your circumstances or appearance, especially towards himself. You couldn’t even take your own harassment seriously.
Law considered leaving, after all, you appeared well and did not appear to be in any pain, the evidence being displayed before him as you continued to munch on the blue fruits. He saw no reason to remain any longer, and as he prepared to say his farewells and return to his car, he stopped. His eyes fell on the bruises once again, and his lips twitched downward in a ghost of a frown. He recalled that Nami said that you had other injuries, some maybe far worse than those visible on your arms. You never specified what the other injuries were, but your friends were more than certain they were present.
It was unethical and against the morals of a doctor to leave his patients, or anyone injuries for that matter, to suffer. You may appear to be content, even fantastic if you so believed it, but deep down Law knew you were the exact opposite.
No one can walk away from such harassment then put a genuine smile on their face a few days later.
In addition, Cora – son would give Law hell if he simply left, as well as Nami and the rest of that group. He was almost being forced to do the unthinkable, something he would never do even if he were paid a great deal of money. It was this or getting his ass kicked later.
Breathing a sigh of pure reluctance and dislike, Law asked, “Can I stay for a little?”
You blinked, pausing in mid – bite at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Did he just ask what you think he asked? Was he for real? Was he pulling your leg?
Swallowing the remaining bits in your mouth, you replied, “What was that? Can you repeat that?”
Law huffed, tilting his head downwards just enough for the brim of his fuzzy hat to conceal his eyes, as if to mask his embarrassment, “I asked if I could stay a little.”
Again, you blinked, wide eyes as you gawked at the tanned man in utter disbelief. It was difficult to tell whether Law was truly serious about staying or if he was simply being sarcastic. He did sound pretty genuine, even if he was very hesitant on requesting such a thing.
The crazy thing was that he did request it!
However, you still had doubts that he was serious about it, for obvious reasons.
“You want to stay, in the same house? In the same room – with me? Breathing the same air? With me? Talking with me in the same room, in the same house? No arguing and acting as if we’re friends?”
“In a sense, though not friends, over my dead body, Shorty – ya. So, what do you say? Though I don’t care what you decided in the end.”
“No seriously, are you really Trafalgar Law?”
“Stop dancing around the question and just answer it!”
“Why do you wanna stay? I thought you hated me.”
“I do, I mean no I don’t its just. . . Well obviously I have a strong dislike towards you and you may consider it hate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care – I mean I don’t care but there are other things I care about. . . I mean. . . I just hate you but not at the same time.” Law cursed himself, not anticipating himself to suddenly jumble and stumbled on his words as pathetically as he did just then. Why would he say all of that?
You sweat dropped at the perplexing array of words and sentences, “Alright, though I have no idea what the hell you just said. You were talking way too fast.”
Law said nothing in response, now he merely waited to hear whether his request would be debited or allowed.
In your perspective, you were debating whether or not to actually comply with his request. You did not like him, and from his baffling 'explanation' it would appear he felt the same way. Why would he want to stay if he didn’t like you? He was truly bipolar in his actions.
Should you let him in or reject his offer?
It would appear lunch was the time of interesting happenings at the One Piece Academy. It was at lunch time when everything first went to hell and only got worse from there on out. It was at lunch when Law had been informed by none other than Nami herself.
He had been eating in a recluse part of the academy with his friends, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo when the fuming strawberry blonde stormed towards them. Nami paused before Trafalgar, scowling down at the man.
“I want to talk to you, in private.” She demanded.
Law peeked out from the brim of his fuzzy, spotted white hat, gazing at the girl with an impassive expression. He leaned further back into his seat, taking a bite out of a rice ball, ignoring her completely. Nami growled at his silent indication, her hands balling tightly into fists as the urge to sock the man in the jaw became very evident.
It was then she eyed his hat, the thing he most likely cherished more than his own girlfriend or his studies. She attempted to snatch the hat off Law’s head, hoping to use it as a bargaining chip. However, her hand had been caught before she could even reach it, the tattooed man glaring at her with a stabbing gaze.
“Don’t even think about it.” He warn, his grip tightening for only a moment before pushing her arm back. Nami winced, rubbing her wrist as she quickly withdrew her arm, holding it to her chest. She gladly returned his glare.
The woman had many reasons to be infuriated with Law, but the biggest one was that he didn’t know. He didn’t seem to know, or even care, as to why you had not been present for the past three days of school. In fact, Nami wasn’t even sure if he actually knew his girlfriend was absent. And yet there he sat, calmly eating a damn rice ball like he didn’t have a care in the world – and he probably doesn’t.
Nami only came here for two reasons: one was to inform the man of what had happened, and two was to kick his tanned – ass. It was going to happen one way or another, sooner or later – and she thought sooner was much better than later.
It was then one of Law’s friends, Penguin, spoke up, not a particular fan of the tension that had accumulated around the group, “I’m sure she won’t keep you long, Law. Why don’t you just see what she wants?”
The other two agreed with the man, imploring Law to speak with Nami in private. Regardless, their urges did not make a dent in the man’s decision.
“I don’t care what she wants,” He stated then turned to Nami, “Go away, you’re presence is ruining my appetite.”
The angry blonde growled at the remark, but managed to maintain her cool. She would not allow this jackass to ruffle her up, not yet at least. There will be another time to take her anger out on him.
Nami straightened up but continued to glare at Law, “It’s about, [Y/N].” She smirked at the man whom paused in mid – bite, content that she managed to earn his attention.
Law turned to Nami, “What happened? What did she do?”
The strawberry blonde gestured towards the nearby corner, “In private.” She stated before walking off, fairly confident that the latter would follow. He did, not before telling his friends that he would return shortly.
Once the pair were out of sight, Law began to speak, “Now, what was it that you – ” He was cut off in mid – sentence as Nami kicked his knee harshly, causing the man to double over in pain. He snapped his gaze up at the blonde, glaring at her whilst she smirked out of satisfaction.
She spoke up quickly, “That’s what you get, jackass. You should be more polite when talking to a lady.”
Law scoffed at the quip, standing back on his legs, wincing slightly at the pain, “A lady, you? Don’t make me laugh, you con – artist.”
Nami smiled warmly at the sadistic bastard, kicking him once again in the same spot, forcing Law to once again double over in pain. She sighed, shaking her head as she placed her hands on her hips, “You really should have seen that coming.” Her expression changed in the blink of an eye, her eyes turning stone cold and her mouth formed a straight line, “Now, let’s get down to business.”
Law rolled his eyes, “Please do.”
Nami continued, “Well, I’m sure you are aware that she’s been gone for the past three days, right?”
He let out a ‘tch’ sound but nodded otherwise, “I’m not dense. She is my partner for English, and we have three new assignments due next week. We’ve already made plans to meet at her house – ”
“I don’t care,” Nami cut the man off, “That’s not what I want to talk about. It’s something much more important and much more serious.”
Law did not appreciate the fact that he was rudely interrupted by the ‘lady’, however, seeing how serious Nami’s expression and tone of voice was, he bite back the urge to snap at her. The sadist fell silent, waiting for her to continue.
Nami sighed grimly, glancing off to the side as she began to put her thoughts together. It was still hard for her, as well as everyone else, to contemplate such a thing happening to you. You were one of the sweetest and wittiest people one could meet, and for something like that to happen to you. . . It was very difficult to comprehend.
It was even harder having to explain to this heartless bastard of a boyfriend. Nami could easily bring herself to walk up to the man and state that there was something she would like to talk about, but now trying to explain it was almost too much for her to handle. Vivi had volunteered to tag along as extra back up, but Nami refused, and now she slightly regrets that decision.
It must have been even harder for you to explain to your friends, and twice as hard to your brother. They never saw David’s expression towards the state his little sister was rendered in, but they had a good idea and image. He was devastated, furious and shocked.
Nami and the others felt the exact same.
Now, Nami wanted to know how Trafalgar Law would feel. She had high doubts that he would care, after all, he seemed to brush everything off as insignificant unless it directly involved himself.
How will he react?
Nami inhaled and exhaled deeply, her thoughts finalized. She turned to Law, her gaze stone hard, “Well, I’ll just be straight with you. [Y/N] is being bullied by your fangirls.”
“Oh?” Law sounded, tilting his head unimpressed, “Is that so? It’s nothing new to be honest, she has complained about it before. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
Nami struggled desperately to keep her cool, to keep her emotions under control, but she could feel herself slipping, “Nothing new?” Her voice rose slightly, her resentment beginning to boil, “Well, maybe bullied isn’t the right word, or maybe you think it’s too light of a word. How about harassed? Or maybe tormented?”
“Fine, tell me what my fangirls have done to her other than chase her around?” Law demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh, you know, the usual. They cut her hair and beat her up, all that cliché stuff.” She chuckled bitterly, shrugging her shoulders.
Law’s eyes narrowed at Nami’s behaviour, her attitude towards such a serious topic was not what he expected, “Why are you laughing at something like this?”
Nami tossed the wanna – be – doctor a sardonic smile, “Why aren’t you?”
Law blinked in confusion, “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”
“Of course you don’t, Trafalgar Law. I mean, why should you care about something like this? After all, it’s nothing new. It’s not a big deal.”
Law glared at the strawberry blonde, snapping, “Just get to the point!”
“What point? You don’t care, you didn’t even want to have this conversation, and I don’t think you still do, but here you are.” She let out another bitter laugh, “You didn’t even know what was happening, and even worse her friends had to tell you what happened. Sure it only happened once, but there were signs leading up to it. Unfortunately we were too late to stop it.”
“Just hold on a minute – ”
“No! No I will not just hold on a minute! She has bruises all over her arms, and I’m sure there are more. Her hair was fucking cut. This isn’t a joke, but that’s all you seem to think everything is. You brush off everything that doesn’t involve you, but no, not this time. [Y/N] was hurt by people that admire you.”
“It’s not my – ”
“Shut. Up,” Nami snapped venomously, “You shut the hell up and listen. You’ve done absolutely nothing to help her. It true that she’s annoyed you and that some of the stunts she’s pulled were extreme and even uncalled for, but this. . . This is something you cannot ignore, you cannot just brush off as some little incident that may not happen again. It will happen again, and again and again, and it will get worse. She did nothing to provoke such actions, and in a sense neither did you – but you still were in the dark on everything.”
Nami paused to catch her breath, not expecting to put this much emotion into her backlash and her explanation. Law, for the very first time, did as he was told, he shut his mouth and listened to every little thing the blonde said.
His expression was almost just as grim as hers, a look of regret and shame crossing his silvery grey eyes. It had been a very long time since someone had snapped at him in such a way, and it was a big wake up call.
Nami continued, her tone calmer than before, “It seems you’re actually listening. . . Good. There’s nothing you can really do to make this right, you can’t just say ‘stop fangirls!’ – no. I seriously doubt they’ll listen to you. You are her boyfriend, you should be protecting her from this kind of thing!” It was then the blonde paused, “No, that’s a bit false. I’ll come clean. Vivi and I know the truth.”
Law’s gaze locked with Nami’s within an instant, blinking in visible shock and confusion, “You know the truth?”
“It’s obvious that you’re not dating, but some of our friends are too gullible for their own good.” The strawberry blonde sighed tiredly, “But that’s beside the point. I know that you hate her and that she feels the same, but this has gone too far, and it shouldn’t have.”
Law hung his head, “I – ”
“No,” Nami quickly cut the man off, hold her hand up, “I don’t want to hear it. All I ask is that you go see her, and sooner rather than later. I don’t think she’ll be coming to school for a few more days, and I doubt her brother will let her after what happened.”
Law said nothing. Nami sighed, breathless from venting so much. She walked past Law, “I only came here to tell you about what happened. You can do what you want from here on out, but know this, if something like this happens again, I’ll kick your ass, Trafalgar. Remember that.”
Nami walked away, leaving Law alone. The ravenette stood silently, her eyes stabbing at the ground, a cloud of shame still hanging over him. He covered his eyes with his hand, his teeth grinding together.
For the first time someone had shut down Trafalgar Law, leaving him absolutely speechless. He was half thankful that no one was present to watch such an embarrassing display.
He returned to Shachi, Bepo and Penguin nearly ten minutes after thinking over everything the blonde woman had said. The trio watched as their friend planted himself back in his chair, his head hung low thus shielding his expression from prying eyes.
A sullen tension quickly hovered above the group as all eyes focused on Law, whom continued to remain oddly silent. His behaviour began to worry the others, and finally they spoke up.
“Um, are you okay? What did you and that girl talk about?” Shachi asked reluctantly, though he was given no reply. Abruptly, Law stood up, grabbing his belongings.
“W – where are you going?” Bepo asked, frowning at the tanned man.
“I’m leaving, there’s somewhere I have to go.” Law replied lowly, his eyes shadowed by his hat.
“Are you leaving to go to class early?” Penguin asked.
“No.” Law stated then began to walk off towards the direction of the parking lot. His response shocked his friends, causing their eyes to widen and their mouths to hang ajar.
“Y – your skipping class?!” They all shouted in alarm, but were ultimately ignored.
Law was known for his excellent attendance and for his outstanding academic performance. He always put his studies before anything else, even Corazon. In his perspective nothing else mattered, not food, not sleep, not friends – nothing.
All he cared about was studying and his marks.
However, for the first time there was something else that meant more to him than his grades. He never thought it would be you.
Nami tapped her foot impatiently on the concrete floor underneath the table outside. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since lunch had begun and you were nowhere in sight. Everyone had already presented themselves at the table, even Zoro whom was, naturally, unpunctual. Usopp, whom was unable to join everyone due to having to serve a detention for an unspecified reason.
It did not take very long for the strawberry blonde’s impatience to get the better of her, Nami frequently seen peering over her shoulder in hopes of catching your advancing appearance.
Nami had yet to even touch her own lunch.
Nami waited for you, and as the minutes ticked on by her annoyance gradually morphed into that of concern. Her puzzled looked was quite evident towards the others at the table, although they did not express their own thoughts.
Her fingers begun to drum anxiously on the table, slowly increasing in speed and frequency as time dragged on. Nami’s nervousness was even more palpable and continued to grow worse.
Five minutes pasted.
Ten minutes pasted.
You had yet to reveal yourself.
Vivi had attempted numerous times to console the strawberry blonde, stating that you may simply be caught up in some other matter or was running a bit late. Nami could not believe such an absurd excuse, no, not even you would run this late for lunch; Zoro being one of the rare exceptions. She was sure something was wrong.
Vivi attempted to convince the strawberry blonde that she was just paranoid for no good reason. Nami was simply overacting to something insignificant. The bluenette begun to list of reason after reason for your odd absence.
You were busy – a bit too vague for Nami’s standards.
You could be writing a test or quiz of some sort – Nami debunked that rather quickly, stating that you did not have any form of assessment today.
You were discussing a question with an instructor – in Nami’s perspective, no one would take fifteen minutes to ‘explain’ a lesson.
You were hanging out with Trafalgar Law, your boyfriend. That phrase, a mere suggestion had set Nami off. Nami now irritated at the notion, had begun to unleash her supressed rage and anxiety as she ranted furiously.
She exclaimed with untamed fury, “Why would she hang out with him?! What, are we not good enough for her anymore?! Is that bastard of a man more important to her than us?!”
Vivi sweat dropped at the boiling blonde before her, carefully countering with a calm response, “Well, they are dating. It’s expected that they would hang out, especially in a more private place.”
Nami groaned loudly, not caring if her straightforward reaction towards the matter was heard by the other students in the area. She pulled at her short locks in desperate indignation, “Don’t remind me! God, I still don’t get why she would date someone like that! She preached constantly at how much she hated his damn guts. She preached it to the point where we all hated him too! So – So, why? Why is she with him?”
Vivi frowned at the remarks, “Are. . . Aren’t you happy for her – for them?”
“Are you happy for them?” Nami countered with a question of her own, abruptly ceasing the pulling of her hair. “Well, Vivi? Are you happy that [Y/N] is with a manipulative, cold – hearted, jackass?”
Vivi fell silent, her gaze crumbling under the strawberry blonde’s firm gaze and fell onto her lap. Her hands balled into tight fists, her fingers digging into her jeans as she bit her bottom lip. The bluenette did not respond to Nami’s question. Nami sighed, the anger dissipating and her nerves finally calmed and the redness in her face too died down to her normal complexion. She laid her head on the surface of the table, and if she had not fully lost her appetite she most certainly did now.
It would appear that your absence greatly affected those at the table, but that was only natural. The apprehension mixed with a thick tension would not have been present if you had actually arrived at your usual time. It was only natural that they would begin to worry, it was the role friends to care for one another.
They were just worried, that was all. No, not quite, most of those seated around the table were worried about your peculiar nonattendance. Nami, Vivi and Sanji were greatly concerned about the matter, although Sanji had decided to [shockingly] keep his mouth shut and simply observe the area sharply for your beautiful appearance. Zoro had long fell asleep once he had finished his lunch, thus he was unaware of the issue at hand. It was Luffy, the food addict of the group, which seemed to be a bit too calm despite the obvious concern and supposed severity of the situation.
He remained silent for quite some time, a characteristic that was rarely ever displayed by the energetic young adult. Luffy ate quickly and quietly, not daring to bring up anything regarding the dispute at hand. He gave off the impression that he did not care, but no matter how hard he attempted to play off his calmness his silent concern was there.
He was very worried about you, maybe even more so than Nami, Vivi, and Sanji all combined.
There was only another ten minutes left of lunch, and you still had not arrived. You had been present during the morning periods, seeing as they all saw you and even Vivi walked you to your English class. You should have arrived at the table a long time ago, unless you had suddenly felt sick and decided to go home for the remainder of the day; but then again you would have at least informed everyone of your absence.
No one could think of any logical reasons that would explain your now worrying disappearance. Indeed, they now considered you a missing person and they were going to play Sherlock Homes until they could verify that you were safe and sound. The investigation had begun and everyone, excluding Zoro and possibly Luffy, were going to search for any clues or hints to the case.
By the end of the day, maybe even by tomorrow morning, the case will be solved one way or another.
The bell sounded, ending the lunch period and ushering the students to shuttle off to their next classes. The group bid each other a temporary farewell then departed to their separate classes. Nami sped – walked to her Biology class, which she had shared with you whom should be present in class. If you were indeed present, then a long conversation will ensue quickly afterwards.
Nami entered her Biology class and made a beeline towards her seat. Setting her belongs down, she waiting patiently for both you to appear and for class to begin. Time ticked on and soon enough the students had begun to pour into the room, taking their self – assigned seats. You had yet to show yourself, both peculiar and troubling to the strawberry blonde. Even so, she waited, and waited until the final students scrambled through the doorway.
You had not come through the doorway, thus a single seat beside Nami, which would have normally been occupied by you yourself, was empty. It was the final period, thus the only time where you could possibly do found was at the end of the day.
Unfortunately, specifically for Nami, the Biology class dragged on at an agonisingly slow pace. Her patience was already thin as it was, and the elongated final periods were the most infuriating she had ever experienced. The lecture was not even that interesting either, making the entirety of this experience even more vexatious.
However, there was one thing, or in this case, a certain person that had kept the strawberry blonde vigilant.
Trafalgar Law had also shared a class with both you and herself, but unlike Nami, Law didn’t seem to notice that his girlfriend was not present. No, instead he completely engrossed himself in the tedious lesson. Nami could not supress the urge to silently glare at the back of his stupid head, and the longer she did the more enraged she became about the entire situation.
A vortex of emotions swirled viciously within her, and only grew the more she observed the bastard’s behaviour. He was a heartless bastard, caring more for his damn studies instead of the well – being of his lover. Nami did not understand what you saw in Law, nor did she understand how you came to fall in love with him. Law didn’t even notice your absence.
He didn’t care.
He never cared.
He didn’t notice.
He’ll never notice.
Trafalgar, on the other hand, would have shocked the strawberry blonde, the man occasionally glancing back towards her oblivious form and towards the empty seat.
Law was well aware of your absence.
The end of the day eventually rolled around, allowing the students to finally return to their homes. Nami, Vivi, Luffy, Usopp, Sanji and Zoro had all gathered near the entrance of the University, somewhat tolerantly awaiting the appearance of their friend. Nami had notified the others of your nonattendance in class, her concern most defiantly evident as she explained as best she could. She didn’t dare mention anything about Law, not particularly in the mood to even think about that jackass.
Everyone waited for you at the entrance, and it was roughly fifteen minutes later that you had finally revealed yourself to the group. Luffy was the one whom had noticed you slowly make your way over towards the group, your hands slipped into your pockets. The ravenette gestured towards you with a large grin, and it did not take very long for everyone else to notice you as well.
They all begun to question your strange actions as you drew closer, just within earshot.
“Where the hell were you?! We were worried sick about you!”
“Did something happen?”
“Did you hang out with Law or something?”
“Why didn’t you contact us to tell us at least were you were?”
“[Y/N], are you… Listening…?” It was Nami’s voice that trailed off, the others following in suit. They stared at you in alarm, their eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and horror. They stared at your body – your arms – staring at the small, dull bruises that were not present in the morning.
You head had hung low, your brown locks fall over your face that just barely hid the beat red mark on your right cheek. Their gazes wandered to your hair soon after. Nami gasped in dismay at the sight of your hair, a single hand clamping tightly over her mouth out of reflex. Vivi enacted in a similar fashion, her eyes wide and she stared speechlessly. The men of the group were at a loss for words, their mouths hanging by their jaws at the sight of your appearance. They were unable to voice their thoughts at what they were seeing.
Your hair had been cut to your shoulders.
I am a big fan of One Piece, so expect most of the content to be dozens of fanfics dedicated to that lovely cinnamon roll of an anime ~
I also will write Creepypasta, Bleach, ect.
I will take requests! [However, I am or may not take a long time in completing requests due to school].
I also draw, so expect some artwork every so often! [If I'm not lazy to actually post it XD]