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mekachu04Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex
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Summary:
Its a light rain, warm fresh water splashing his face, the edge of a tropic storm building on the horizon. It picks at his memory, like a forgotten dream, a lullaby from the few calm points of his childhood; a point of peace where he knew he was going to die, but that was okay. He's thirteen again, and his world is ending, but it's okay, because he wasn't alone anymore.
Corazon is standing at the front of their tiny ship, staring out at the storm with a look of worry. He was just as Law remembered him, large and imposing as equal as soft and kind.
It was a nice dream to die in, Law supposed.
Law's body ached from the Amber Lead disease still lingering in his body, and the repetitive use of his Fruit on an empty stomach, the hours sat hunched over his patient in the wet chill settling over the shelter. Said patient had done an admirable job keeping still and calm for Law, while Corazon and the two other kids had fallen quiet, watching as he'd worked under the faint light of the lantern Corazon held up over him to illuminate his area. He was only lucky they were as stocked for supplies as they were, in his own never ending battle in patching Corazon up. He was not the biggest fan of field surgery, missing terribly the clean sterile theatre of the Tang right now, but when needs must.
Once he's been satisfied with his work, last stitch in place, he'd dropped the Room. Slumped exhausted in the boat, he let his head flop back, staring upside down out into the storm, letting himself zone out for a bit. To shift out of doctor mode.
Finally, he broke the silence, "Is this normal for this area?" he finally asked to other two kids, gesturing outside.
"Storms, yeah" the girl said, "Storms that look like that? No"
"What's different about it?"
"Its cold. and ... black" the boy - who was most definitely Eustass Kidd - answers, wandering out of his line of sight. "The lightning is... wrong." He moved over next to Corazon who was carefully looking for somewhere to set the lantern.
"If a storm could be malicious, that one is." the girl added.
There was a clatter, a sheepish curse, and Law lifted himself up to see Kidd standing beside the boat, /holding/ the lantern's metal base awkwardly against his palm, having only just caught it from smashing against the legs of the three in the wooden vessel. He'd used his fruit ability after it had slipped from Corazon's hold, and was now frowning deeply at his reflection in the metal surface. Law leaned forward and tried to take it from him, only for Kidd to turn bright red as he tried to unstick himself. The girl came over to help him, and the two wrestled on the sideline with the lantern for a moment, the flickering flame dancing wildly around the little shelter.
Once she'd freed him, the girl held the light steady for a moment, letting the little wick adjust and strengthen its glow.
Corazon and the teen-who-was-absolutely-Killer looked a him curiously. "What do you know about the storm?" the other boy prompted him. Judging by Corazon's face, he had the same question, before he looked away, carefully checking over Law's work on the young man next to him now that his hands were free.
"I think it's from a devil fruit," Law said finally, "or a couple devil fruits. I think I might have caused part of it."
The girl didn't look convinced, but the other three waited to hear him out.
"This isn't a dream, is it?"
Corazon shook his head.
"We're in the South Blue, aren't we?"
Corazon looked surprised, but the trio of local kids nodded.
"I got... I got ambushed. By the Yami Yami no Mi, and the Gura Gura no Mi. I tried to use my own fruit to escape and I think the three of them caused.... that. And it dumped me out here. This time, this place. I don't know why, or how. I don't know why I look like this again, I don't knew why you're here now with me." He added, looking apologetically to Corazon, "That parts beyond me."
"Was that was your devil fruit, then?" the girl asked, "What you did to Killer?"
Law nodded, "Some of it, yeah"
"And that was you during the trash slide, too. Moving everyone off the spill." Kidd piped up, now unencumbered by the lantern and climbing over the side of the dingy to heave himself up into the space across from Corazon and next to Law. Corazon's inspection of teen's arm had lead him to looking over the teen's hands, his frown a deep contradiction to his painted smile, as he looked over the older injuries that Law could do little about now. "Killer? That's your name?"
"That's what the older boys said I was good at," the boy shrugged, unbothered by the questions Corazon didn't ask. "It's as good a name as anything else they used to call me."
"It's way cooler than Kidd" Kidd voiced nonchalantly, reaching across to pull at the tear in Killer's blood-soaked pants so he could better scrutinize the carefully stitched cut underneath. Law had also taken the time to meticulously eradicate the strains of Clostridium tetani that had been introduced to Killer's system with the cuts. Kidd still looked uneasy at the injury. Law wondered how many people the trio'd watch die from tetanus, living in the scrap heap like they appeared to. "Is that your name, then, kid?" Corazon asked the young boy.
"I'm Estuass' Kid. At least until I get a better name. Like. King or something."
"You can't name yourself," the girl interjected, "and you definitely can not name yourself King. You're gonna get beaten up again, and by someone who hits way harder than me." She looked over him at Law for sympathy, arms crossed on the boat's gunwale as she leaned against its hull, dangling the lantern inside from her fingertips. "He's been trying to get people to call him King ever since he heard one of the drunks singing that old pirate king shanty. Its *so* stupid."
"It is not," Kidd interjected, glaring at her, his hand still resting on Killer's stitches. Corazon exchanged a look of amusement with the older boy who shook his head in an over exaggerated motion of rolling his eyes. "I Will be the Pirate King, just you wait. And I'm not gonna let you on my crew, Victoria. You're gonna have to join someone else's crew."
"Fine!" she shot back, "I'll form my own crew, and I'll be the Pirate King first. And I'll take Killer as my first mate and you'll have to sail all by yourself!"
"Hey now," Killer interjected.
"So you must be Victoria?" Corazon attempted to derail what was sounding to be a regular, and tired if based of Killer's expression, fight. Kidd just scoffed, sitting back harshly, jostling Law as he did.
"Yes. I'm Victoria. the Victorious. Because that's what I am. I've won every fight I've started, and every fight those two dumb-asses caught me up in." Kidd was making a face, mouthing along to what he felt was clearly a rehearsed schpeal.
"AND!" she added smugly, "I've beaten both of their asses."
The look Kidd gave her was all the proof she needed for her point, and even Killer slouched in on himself.
"Must of been quite the fight" Law prodded. Victoria gave Kidd a look daring him to object.
"Wasn't a fight." Killer said faintly, kicking Kidd's foot good-naturedly. "It was an ass whooping through-and-through. I can admit it."
Kidd just sulked. Arms crossed, hunched down, face pouting. Capital 'S' Sulk.
"What about you?" Victoria asked, "Mr. Mini-Doctor and Mr. Feathers?"
"I'm Trafalgar Law. And this is my savior, Corazon."
"I thought you were a doctor," Kidd said, head cocked, all hints of his displeasure at Victoria gone in a flash, "Why do they call you Law?"
Law just shrugged, "That's just what my parents called me, I dunno. My sister's name was Lami." He offered, trying to justify his parent's naming choices.
"Lambie? Like the little baa-baas?" Kidd questioned.
"Why," Victoria teased, "does the goat boy want a lamb friend?"
"Your parents named you?" Killer asked softly, question almost missed in the newest fight about to break out with Kidd and Victoria. The boy sounded... distant. Law nodded to his question. "You don't have to keep their name, you know. If you don't want."
A lot about the Kid Pirates fell into place right then. The three of them couldn't be that far away from Law's physical age. When was the last time they had an actual adult looking out for them? Kidd had kept his family name from what it sounded like, but the other two had clearly dropped those ties at some point. From what Law could recall about later crew Kidd would collect, the name convention held up.
"It's okay," he assured Killer, "I don't mind having their name. I just wish I could have had them around longer." The implication that his parents had passed on was not missed by Killer, who simply nodded, letting the conversation drop there. Law was beginning to think Kidd might have kept his own for similar reasons.
"Hey, what's Corazon mean?" Kidd asked, derailing the argument he was clearing loosing with Victoria.
"It means heart," Corazon said, and was about to explain the deck of card theme in his own defense, but Kidd simply looked at Law accusingly.
"Why is his name 'Heart' instead of you? That sounds like a much better name for a doctor."
Law just shook his head in disbelief. "Why, because it's an organ? What are you, 5?"
"10." Kidd corrected, sounding a little peeved. "Are you a doctor too, Mr. Heart?"
"I am not," Corazon shook his head, but offered no job back. Seeing as they had been transported to the other side of the globe, he now knew why this island wasn't on his map - but the trash pile suggested this island was not part of the World Government, and fessing up to being a marine, that apparently *Law knew about already!,* was unlikely to go over well with this small group of delinquents.
Ages:
Kidd: 10
Law: (13 Physically | 26 Mentally)
Killer: 14
Victoria: 15
Corazon: 26
The shanty Victoria mentions is "Oh, better far to live and die" from The Pirates of Penzance by Arthur Sullivan and W. S. Gilbert. You can blame that, and Treasure Island, for my long time love of all things Pirate. Personally, I think Tim Curry was the best Pirate King that I've heard, even if I've only ever found a copy of him singing the one song and not the rest of the play with him.
