: : 21

Sora had known life on Earth would be difficult for Sanji to adjust to. While soothing tensions in various areas of her world, she'd privately fretted over her son's adjustment to his new world, hoping that it went better than his own. She wasn't able to check in on him personally but she followed social media, her private contacts and Law's Tumblr page religiously. His comic adventures that he animated with Penguin depicted an alien prince navigating Earth's rules with his indelicate touch, causing general misunderstandings and chaos wherever he went. It was based off humor and a character unrelated to the Vinsmokes but it was thoroughly Sanji, and Sora loved the cartoonish depiction that was voiced obviously by Shachi, his droll monotone giving life to Sanji's adventures with a polar bear companion that was entirely Bepo.

The first chance she had to visit, Sora wasn't surprised to arrive to a dark, quiet apartment that had been made over with her son's touch to it. All the figurines were gone and replaced with plants and art and the mismatched furniture had been replaced with sturdy, metallic pieces that gave her the impression these things were made personally. She found herself lifting one end of the couch and was surprised at the resistance – the armrests were surprisingly thick and somewhat dented with questionable spaces that could have been made by a superhuman's frustration or design. It made sense for Law to change his furniture around to accommodate the third Vinsmoke prince, for Sanji could be accidentally too strong for these normal human beings. That small touch made Sora feel a little at ease.

A couple posters had been framed and hung up tastefully while the walls took up a more sophisticated touch. It didn't look like a fanboy's den, anymore. Even the kitchen looked more inviting, the den den mushi munching happily on fresh greens while its big eyes watched her nonchalantly.

She intended on sitting on the couch for a nap to await their return when she heard the quiet sounds of someone dropping various things in the master bathroom. Venturing in that direction, Sora peered into the bedroom cautiously, prepared to announce her arrival. But what she saw horrified her.

Her precious son was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. The light of the lamp nearby showed her his naked upper half, which was splattered with blood. His torso was slick with sweat, arms trembling as his hands swelled with pressure of being forcefully restrained. There was a bath towel tossed over his hips for some modesty, but his legs were spread at the knees and his inner thighs were splotched with blood as well. He was obviously ravaged, and she couldn't speak as her eyes widened with utter shock at the sight. His mouth was slick with blood as well, dripping down one cheek and chin with ragged violence. His lips were swollen and open as he breathed shakily for precious oxygen, his eyes closed.

It took her a few moments to register that the bathroom door was opened and that Law was emerging with a satisfied expression, breathing heavily as he then looked upon his victim with a smug smirk. Sora took in the sight of his naked form and nothing else. Rage colored her vision as she made to attack.

Once he saw her there, though, a shrill sound of alarm left him. He dropped the ice pack he'd prepared beforehand for his sore and battered dick and covered himself with his hands instead, bending forward. She intended on ripping him from limb to limb at that moment until he shrieked, "What are you doing?"

Just as she made to lunge, Sanji replied heavily, "I'm trying to catch my breath, what the shit does it look like?"

Surprised to hear he was alive and speaking so casually, Sora looked to him with utter relief, her gasp leaving her with heavy action. Sanji lifted his head to look back at Law with a puzzled look, saw his mother then screamed bloody mortification as he crossed his legs and ripped his hands from the cuffs holding him in place. Both men screamed with dismay and humiliation that it took Sora a few moments to register what was really happening. Her entire body erupted with a horrified flush as she tore away from the doorframe with a gloved hand to her mouth.

Ten minutes later she faced them both as they sat side by side on the couch; Law with a blanket wrapped around himself and a pillow pressed over his red face while Sanji wiped blood from his face and neck with a wash rag, smearing it over his skin with clumsy action. He then gave up without being able to look into a mirror to see what he was doing and adjusted a robe around himself that had foxes on it.

"Mother, I can explain," he said, red with humiliation but also quite haughty about it. The blood around his mouth and chin looked garish against his coloring. "My superhuman strength is diminishing but not quickly enough - this situation here is necessary for both of us. We can only express our affections in this manner because he needs recovery time for his bruised dick after I get done with it - "

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Sora shrilled. She couldn't look at her precious, sweet son the same anymore. This unapologetic boy was a man, now. "I don't! I understand the necessary mechanics, I just - ! Seeing that sort of scene was enough to give me nightmares for the next twelve years! There was blood everywhere! How could I not think the worst?"

"Law gets a nosebleed every time," Sanji huffed indignantly. "I have to be restrained to prevent killing him with my literal affection, and this somehow excites him even further!"

Sora clapped her hands against her face as Law tried in vain to smother himself, or vanish somehow into thin air. Sanji didn't know why Law was so embarrassed – the older man should be proud of himself for being able to reduce Sanji to a helpless puddle of aching need, and he thought he should point that out but Sora stopped him with a finger upraised in his direction, somehow sensing that Sanji was going to brag about his lover's exploits.

"We're adults, and this is acceptable behavior for two men who like each other," Sanji then sniffed. "What are you doing here? Can't you call beforehand so we can be prepared?"

Sora couldn't speak. Her legs were shaky and her reason for checking in was gone. She managed to compose herself before touching her cuff to activate it. "I will call you. Right now...I cannot...but I am happy you are adjusting well. Both of you, goodbye."

Once she was gone, Sanji frowned over at Law. He could see that the man's ears and neck were brilliant purplish red.

"She's gone," he reported. "How's your cock?"

"It seems to have shriveled right up into my body, Sanji." Law exhaled heavily as he lowered the pillow from his face. He used one hand to adjust his ice pack underneath the blanket. He was so humiliated. "Where it will never come back out again after your mother walked in on the aftermath of Happy Sex Time."

Sanji lifted an eyebrow. "We agreed to call it that because you can't seem to say 'sex' with a straight face appropriate for a man your age."

Law closed his eyes with disgrace. It was his rule. Sanji then looked pissed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Basking in the afterglow after being plowed so thoroughly is ruined, now. I wanted to warn her that we'd both attend the comic cosplay event this weekend to meet the writer of her stupid adventure series and demand he rewrite the reason for my death. I shan't need to feel ashamed being caught having sex because I am a grown man who makes his own decisions."

They had planned on the confrontation so Sanji could feel better about himself. In the weeks that had followed Sanji's arrival here, it was revealed that his death had been because one of the prison guards' skimpy outfit had given him an unrecoverable blood loss. There was nothing weighty or clandestine about his removal from the series. While a reasonably good death for a once sheltered villain, now that Sanji knew what he did, the death was entirely disgraceful.

Law adjusted the ice pack to his very limp dick, which felt like it had been put through a vise and twisted into a coil. But his balls were empty and the orgasm had been glorious enough for him to pass out briefly over his prince to bleed out over. It would've been a fitting end to a hard week, and now it was utterly ruined because he could not think to face his hero again. He could not imagine looking Sora in the eye after this. He groaned, shoving the pillow back against his face with his free hand.

"I want to die," he complained noisily.

"I think," Sanji then said leaning over him while very carefully licking and suckling at his ear, "that you were wonderful! I came so hard I couldn't even remember my own name! You're getting better at showing me your true strength! My body is yours to conquer over and over and over!"

Law couldn't help but beam with pride over that happy declaration. But the shame of being caught by Sanji's mother was…unbearably awkward. "We're going to have to move to another dimension and never see your mother again. That's next on our list of things to do."

"Hah!" Sanji barked out while rising from the couch. "That'll teach her to call ahead! Enough of this self-pity! Come into the shower with me and allow me to clean your balls with my mouth."

After he left, Law lowered the pillow to his lap. He noticed that the ice had mostly melted. "'Diminishing superhuman strength' my ass," he muttered bitterly to himself.

: :

That weekend, the convention center was crawling with cosplaying fans, personal cameras and booths that glittered with noise and imagery. Penguin was filming for his Youtube channel, Bepo was dressed in tourist clothing with his phone fully charged and his fanny pack latched around his waist, and Shachi was dressed in a way where if he ran into someone he knew they couldn't identify him right away. His shoulder length red hair was pulled underneath a beanie, he wore a new set of polarized glasses and had borrowed some of Penguin's clothes because he and Penguin had completely different tastes. He skulked about like a suspicious person anyway, chewing his gum noisily as always. Law wore a plain button shirt underneath a sweater vest and jeans, his favorite Sora hat, backpack and a convention map at hand – excited to partake in the festivities with Stealth Black at his side. Considering the range of possibilities, no one would know this was the actual character. Sanji was disappointed because he had a brand new suit he'd found at the thrift store that he wanted to wear, but the others had insisted he wear his Raid Suit because "it'd be fun!"

He'd repaired it as best as he could but Penguin and Law helped assured him that the battle damage made it look "even cooler". He'd replaced his ruined gloves with new ones, and Penguin had paid a guy for the repair of his cape and sleeves. Sora had dropped off a new pair of boots, warning him to stay alert and cautious in the event that he was recognized. The woman could not look the pair of men in the eye after that other night, and Sanji hoped she learned her lesson with just barging into their lives when they were busy making one of it.

"Why aren't you advertising your little cartoon?" Shachi then asked Law curiously. "Everyone else here is wearing merchandise advertising their product."

"I'm not ready to be recognized that way," Law replied nervously, sweating at the thought of having people talk to him about his art and the cartoon he collaborated with Penguin over. Stealth Black bullied Bepo for some money to use later, Bepo protesting while giving in. "Talking to new people makes me…incredibly anxious. I'm sure to stumble on everything I say."

Shachi looked at him skeptically. "One day your balls will drop," he assured him.

Stealth Black poked his head between them, snarling, "What about his balls?"

"GAH! It wasn't literal! Get away!"

"At least show off your shirt to advertise your cartoon," Bepo then told Law as Penguin complained noisily as Shachi and Stealth Black snarled at each other. Law hugged himself firmly – he was wearing a shirt that Penguin designed, but the thought of actually broadcasting it made his stomach turn uneasily.

"Did you call your dad yet?" Bepo then asked Law.

"I…thought about it? But…then I realized talking about the things that I'm most happy about with him, a successful doctor who is nationally recognized was…made me feel weird," Law admitted sheepishly. "I mean, I was supposed to follow in his footsteps and here I am, playing at comic conventions."

"And having sex with a fucking superhuman alien!" Penguin exclaimed incredulously as he overheard this. Law reddened with embarrassment as people looked over but didn't give Penguin any more attention. "Who else can brag about that? People can't! You're the only one that can! You need to add that to your resume!"

"I don't know if that's something you can actually brag about to your parent or future employer," Law said skeptically as Penguin yanked on his Youtube logo hat with ear flaps and adjusted his bright tie-dye t-shirt that advertised his channel. His lanyard was heavy with his convention passes, his phone number and backstage passes to various panels. "Plus, don't say those words out loud – I have a feeling my supervisor will pop up randomly if he even suspects I am looking for another job. I can't take that continued harassment."

Penguin looked at him with disbelief. "How can you live a life so cool but be so…uncool?"

Law shrugged in response, unsure of how to answer that.

People initially marveled at Stealth Black's costume but fifteen minutes in, he found himself heavily criticized by most of the Sora fans that were attending.

"Stealth Black is a little taller than that," one man said cynically, sipping at his bubble tea while giving Stealth Black a skeptical onceover. "Not so puny."

"Stealth Black is bigger, more manly than you can ever be," his friend added, giving a smirk as he measured his height over Stealth Black's. "You should've inserted some foam pads on those puny shoulders, and those legs, wow. You tried, though."

"The gloves are all wrong, my dude, but great effort," a bespectacled woman laughed, posing with him anyway while Law took the picture on her phone. "Can I ship you with one of your brothers? You have that uke look to you!"

"What's an 'uke'?" Stealth Black asked Law, who reddened as he fiddled with his glasses to avoid looking Sanji directly in the face. "Is that a weapon?"

"Of… mass destruction," Law assured him with a terrible timidity to him that made Stealth Black doubt him. Law then avoided his pressing expression for a better explanation. Shachi laughed again, gum flying out of his mouth.

"Stealth Black isn't a sex symbol, so walking around like that isn't fitting of a real warrior," another man added, giving the third Vinsmoke prince a thirsty stare that had Law forcing Stealth Black to walk away.

"Those eyebrows are all wrong," another said, staring down at them with displeasure. "You should've used a black liner to make them pop!"

"Stealth Black doesn't walk like he's just been plowed, dude," another said in passing.

"Gayyyyyy! You should've been Sparking Red, instead! Stealth Black is lame-o!"

"You should've dressed up as the sister," another man said as he stared at Stealth Black hungrily.

Stealth Black grabbed Law by the collar of his shirt and snarled, "You consider this a fun activity? I am being insulted just standing here!"

"Some of these bros are wayyyy too thirsty," Shachi commented airily, whistling over his soda cup as he watched a woman in skimpy genderbent Sora outfit walk by. He shoved in a new stick of gum. "That outfit would not suit the battlefield we were involved in."

"Too much air in the wrong places," Bepo added. "Makes for a terrible sand burn if they hit the ground."

"I can't even appreciate the boobs without knowing what I do," Shachi said with a low sigh of disappointment.

"I told you you wouldn't be recognizable," Law said nervously. Once he was released, he adjusted his collar with relief, Stealth Black looking furious as he saw how insignificantly he was thought of in Sora's world. Penguin was busy interviewing excited fans nearby, his overly jolly voice noisy against the din once he was recognized by his own fans.

"No wonder you weren't as impressed by the sight of me as one would have been in my world!" Stealth Black snarled at Law. "Villagers usually flee at the sight of me!"

"Yeah, you are pretty scary, sometimes," Shachi told him with sympathy. He snapped his gum before adding, "It's a shame no one respects you here until you're throwing things or ripping off men's flesh with excitement."

"Hey, look at this!" a fan shouted excitedly, pushing Shachi and Law aside to crowd up to Stealth Black and touching his hair before attempting to mash it flat. "How'd you make it stand up this way? Semen? You know, like that Mary chick? Man, you went all out!"

Law caught Stealth Black's hand before he could punch the asshole, Shachi crouching to tie the man's shoelaces together while he was distracted. He then stuck his chewed gum up into the material of his pants leg before straightening away with a huff, finding a new stick to shove into his mouth.

"Consent is needed to touch," Law reminded the man angrily, literally saving his life by inserting himself between them while Stealth Black fumed with building rage. The man scoffed at him.

"Stealth Black's a dumb character, anyway," he said, making to walk away and tripping instead. Law and Bepo ushered Stealth Black away as Shachi walked over the outraged fan, making sure to dig his footprints in.

"Let's find this stupid panel so that I may confront the man and leave before I'm tempted to destroy this entire building!" Stealth Black snarled, scanning the nearby booths. But his head whipped around as he caught sight of a woman sauntering by in a skimpy outfit as a gender bent Joker. She was giggling with a Kitana, hungry fanboys taking pictures of them and catcalling while a Princess Peach wandered by with a stern handwritten sign to remind fans that consent was needed.

Law re-directed his attention forward. They came face to face with a Yonji cosplayer, who looked at Stealth Black with a snort, green wig adjusted underneath his Beats headphones. Stealth Black turned to look after him incredulously while Law found the room that held the panel they were looking for. It was spilling with fans that were loading up on merchandise, the current cartoon series' theme playing from speakers mounted on the walls.

"There it is," he said, verifying its position on his map. "Let me go in first. The panelists usually don't start coming in until it's go time to avoid too much interaction with the fans. I'll attempt to use my backstage pass, first. You guys wait out here. Shachi, Bepo – I trust you can handle the scene."

"You got your backstage pass?" Bepo asked him worriedly as Shachi bumped Stealth Black's elbow with his, pointing out a skimpily dressed Sonja Blade. Both of them drooled over the woman as she posed with a cardboard gun for a bunch of male fans.

"Yes," Law verified, finding the badge on his lanyard.

"Excuse me!"

They all looked up at the sight of a man dressed from head to toe in black Sora gear, carrying a laptop under one arm and a black sweater over the other. He looked at Law with an incredulous expression, marching over. He was a very tall man with reddish-brown hair and an X scar on his chin, but looked quite happy and comfortable in his Sora gear.

"Wow," he breathed in awe, Law looking at the others with discomfort while Stealth Black inserted himself close by, just in case the man was an enemy. "Dude, you look just like him! Without the costume!"

Worried that he was recognized from the other world, Law looked discomforted. He pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Like who?"

The man quickly opened up his laptop to show off some of the Sora artist's latest sketches for the upcoming Sora movie, which was in the first stages of animation. While aware of the news, fans hadn't seen any leaks from the characters involved nor the storyline planned. But once they saw the sketch and colored final design for a new character, three faces dropped with disbelief.

They were looking an animated Law, who was wearing a yellow and black outfit very similar to the ensemble he wore during his visit to Germa, Commodus' style hair waxed in place. The character held almost every specific physical attribute he had, right down to the shape of his eyebrows, the color of his eyes and the slouch of his shoulders. His expression radiated confidence, though. The notes on the side proclaimed that his eyes changed color with the activation of his powers, which weren't revealed just yet. The character was clutching a yellow and black cape over one shoulder, with "3" clearly labeled in the corner and the material battle worn – which suggested a tie-in with Stealth Black. Torso drawings revealed the exact shape and position of his tattoos. He wasn't labeled with a name just yet, a question mark in place over the top of the page. But "Leader of the Heart Pirates" was written just below that.

Three other characters off to the side were clearly Penguin, Shachi and Bepo, except Bepo had some sort of bear ears atop of his head – not exactly a furry but not exactly a man, either. They wore outfits typical of a motley pirate crew, with some individual pieces and yet combined coloring of the outfits that they'd worn that day on the island. Penguin even had his aviator hat covering his eyes and ears, and Bepo's outfit was bright orange, with Shachi wearing a yellow turtleneck shirt. Shachi was in mid-motion of blowing a gum into a bubble, which caused the real Shachi to swallow his gum with nervousness.

The fan looked at the others individually, then lit up with glee before slamming his laptop closed.

"You guys caught word of the leak, too?" he whispered with merriment. "Because you guys look identical! Wow! Are you guys actually the models for the Heart Pirates? How'd you get that gig?"

Shachi hissed with shame, pulled his beanie tightly over his head while Bepo's eyes were so rounded that they took up nearly half of his face. Law didn't know what to say, but he did not want that sort of attention on him. To be seen as a fearsome character when he was, in actuality, a very timid one that had the luck of misfortune on his side – but it only went on to suggest that he'd made his presence known in Sanji's world.

Stealth Black gripped Law's shoulder.

"You made it!" he hissed, shaking the older man with an excited jiggle. He was absolutely proud of the man for finally being recognized for who he truly was. He picked him up in a hug, twirling him about with ease while Bepo and Shachi hopped out of the pathway of Law's legs as they swung about. "I knew it! A foe worthy of an intelligent design! Yes! This is he, the fearsome predator who destroyed the Vinsmokes with casual utterances of his mouth and conquered a powerful prince - !"

"No, NO!" Law hissed back at him with panic, slapping at his hands and looking terribly embarrassed with the easy way Stealth Black manhandled him. Attention was diverted in their direction, so he fixed his hat and straightened his shirts with an embarrassed fluster while Stealth Black looked happy for him. "You know how I am with attention! I panic!"

Shachi laughed heartily as he shaking pulled out a new pack of gum, Bepo wondering if the man bought the stuff in bulk. "Conquered? Then why the hell does Law end up looking like the accident victim every time you guys fu - ?"

Law yanked down his beanie and stuffed most of it in his mouth, causing Bepo to save him once he started choking on the material. He turned to Stealth Black with worry. "Don't draw attention to us!"

"Don't you dare show your timid side here! Not in front of people who are already in admiration of you! Do not embarrass me thus further – you!" Stealth Black then snapped at the fan, who watched them interact with skeptical action. "Show me to your leader, to the one that creates these things. I shall require a word of him!"

The fan, already in shock over the easy way the smaller man manhandled his taller friend, looked at him questionably. "I don't…are you…British?"

"I will be swimming in fan-pussy after this," Shachi realized, seeking positivity to the matter as he chewed his gum faster. He tucked his hair back under his beanie. "I could have a different fan girl for every night of the week – two on the weekends!"

"I've…never been a furry my entire life," Bepo whispered with disappointment. Shachi reached over and slapped his fanny pack with a guffaw. "That will be an image I could never escape…"

"I intend on having a very strong word with him about the reason behind my supposed death," Stealth Black snarled, pulling away from them and pushing into the room. Two guards that asked to see his pass made to intercept him, but he thrust them aside easily with a push of his hands. "I shan't be disrespected any further, today!"

"No, no no no no, we're not doing this!" Law whispered with agitation, hurrying after him. "Not at a convention with hundreds of people present! Social media! Sora will come back here and I can't face Sora right now! It's too soon!"

"Oh? What happened? You're usually drooling at the chance to meet that guy!" Shachi called after him with curiosity while Bepo nodded at the bewildered fan.

"Thank you," Bepo said before hurrying after them.

The crowd inside of the room paid no attention to Stealth Black as he pushed his way towards the empty table at the head of it, with lights and cameras positioned over it. The placards at the table told him that the creator was expected to be there, along with the voice actors for the Sora animated series, but none of them were there just yet. The guards were radioing each other, making to intercept the costumed villain as attention started to perk at the disruption.

Just as a confrontation was sure to begin, the sound of a man bellowing, "SANJI!" caught their attention. Stealth Black paused in mid-motion to look over his shoulder while Law and the others looked alarmed. No one else knew Stealth Black's name to address him personally – not outside of his world.

They turned and caught sight of a man standing near the back of the room, outfitted in gear fitting for a man belonging to a power hungry world that fought each other out of pure strength and will. His face pulled into a calculating smirk once he recognized he'd found the motherlode of all urban legends. Once he realized he was sighted, he hastily threw his Sora fan cup over his shoulder to hide the evidence of his prize.

Stealth Black, after some examination of the man, gave a pensive growl as he then stepped in front of his puzzled friends with a protective gesture. Stealth Black's frame turned tense as his fists balled up, all instincts primed to fight ready to explode.

"It's you!" he snarled, Law looking to him with bewilderment before looking back at the man. Shachi stepped behind Bepo while the entire room watched the scene with rising interest, phones up to catch the action.

Meanwhile, Penguin looked around himself with a mystified expression, wondering when he'd lost his friends.

A/N: Thank you all for reading this crazy fic! It was humor from start to finish, with all modes of comic-like inspiration in it! I leave it like this because it just feels like a fitting end to a comic book inspired series...

Naghi-Tan: Oh, as from this chapter, he is very aware of it XD it's the only way it can happen lol! Sora is traumatized, now, but her precious boy is a man – and he's finally grown up! D: Thank you for reading and commenting! As always, I enjoy hearing your thoughts on every chapter!

Guest: I just can't stop thinking about it – I told myself I would stop writing for awhile because I'm just recycling all my ideas and characters BUT now this idea is growing leaves in my mind so… D: I'm glad you liked the scene! Law has to have hidden superpowers because there is just no way he can keep this up lmao! Thank you for reading and leaving your comments! Always happy to hear your thoughts :D

Sarge1130: Thank you for reading and reviewing every chapter! T.T You are awesome! I'm glad you're getting a laugh out of this fic – it was definitely meant for humor and fun rather than the depressing angst I usually write. One day, Law will gain confidence in his own world to be the strong, confident and calculating powerhouse that Sanji sees him as – but today is not the day lol (I can't get Enrique Iglesias out of my mind, now, thanks lmao!) The birth of the Heart Pirates is the day that will live in infamy – especially after this chapter, as they have been noticed – now how will they handle their newfound fame? Reiju is a powerful woman who knows how to terrify a man – Garuda will give her the throne if she snapped her fingers lol Her brothers don't stand a chance XD