A/N: Hey. This fic may be triggering for some of you guys as it will have descriptions of scars, accidents, injuries and incest. (In this case one-sided DoflaCora) so please consider before you continue.

Law had always wondered why he got all these bruises and faint scar marks on his body. He couldn't count them all. There were quite a number of them on his back, intersecting the lines of his tattoo.

He liked to trace his fingers on them, these marks that appeared out of nowhere. To be honest, Law was concerned when they first appeared. He didn't remember harming himself and after some medical checks, he realized they weren't fatal. Soon he didn't care but still a felt a twinge of worry when a new one appeared.

Why did they keep appearing? He had wondered a lot of times. He didn't have a scientific explanation and he didn't put much care into them anyway. As long as they were not hazardous in a tiny bit, he could continue living his life with scarred skin.

Rocinante was known by everyone to be hopelessly clumsy. No one could keep track of how many times they had seen him with one of his shoulders burning or with his legs in the air and an aching bum. There were countless of times when he cut himself and had Band-Aids wrapped around his fingers and stuck on his forearms.

His clumsiness was incurable. Even as an adult, Rocinante was still a clumsy clown.

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Rocinante had a habit of counting his scars and recalling the acts he had performed to be left with them as marks of reminder. He knew he was clumsy, hopelessly clumsy. And no matter how hard he had tried, the clumsiness still clung to him like his second skin.

However, every time he traced his fingers on them, he couldn't help but smile. There was a scar on his right shoulder he gained when he saved his older brother, Doflamingo, from a falling small pot of plant.

Yes, it sounded ridiculous but these things do happen. The owner of the unfortunate pot of plant lived in a block of flat and on the highest floor at that. Rocinante was quick enough to push Doflamingo out of the way but not quick enough to not get injured. After pushing his brother away, he tripped on his own footing and fell to the ground unceremoniously. His fell also made his right shoulder be the landing spot for the pot of plant. The pot shattered upon its landing and Rocinante could feel a piece of the porcelain pot pierce his shoulder.