So it's been a long time! How are all of you doing?

I know I've been crazy about Naruto lately for some reason! I blame Zetsu! He's freaking awesome! He's on my favorite list with Law, and Killer! Yeah it's serious!

So I decided to write a little fluff before the next and last island before Sabaody Archipelago!

So in one chapter the crew always drinks after a victory! Well Law beat Hotaru so this chapter is about the party! I went into more detail or tried too.

So here we go…. I don't own One Piece because if I did Killer or Law would be mine!

Clumsy0132

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Chapter 14: The Drunk Man Speaks Sober Thoughts

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Skye...

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"Skye wake up!" Someone shouted next to her causing her to shoot straight up into a sitting position as she looked around the room wildly. Her short hair was spiked in random direction from her wild sleeping habits and drool was across her recovering bruised cheek.

"I'm up! I'm up!" She repeated before her eyes landed on Cliff, who was grinning like the mad scientist, that's when she realized it was in the middle of the night and was supposed to be asleep. She flopped down onto her bed and covered her eyes with the sheets and began mumbling under her breath.

It had been nearly four days since Law woke up and they were both still recovering from the fight/near-rape incident. The men soon learned that they had to be more careful around her and not startle her by touching or otherwise she would scream and with her lovely metal limb try and smash their skull in. Law was skill recovering and despite everyone telling him to rest, he would walk around the sub like it was just any normal other day, if you ignore his bandages around his torso, arms, feet, hands, face, and head.

"Aw come on Skye, get up. We're finally celebrating Law's victory on Fuji Island." Cliff begged her as he shook the bed mattress to get her up.

"Fine! I swear I'm going to kill you one of these days!" Skye yelled at one of her closes friends as she kicked the sheets off the bed and went to change cloths as he scampered away cackling.

"Damn bastard." Skye mumbled as she stripped until she was only in her black underwear.

She dug through the front drew of her dresser until she found her favorite black sports bra; with a mighty yawn she put her arms through then pulled it over her head until it fitted perfectly over her now covered B-sized breast. She blamed her small chest on her accident, but she knew it had nothing to do with it. Besides she liked not having giant melons to carry around all the time, made working on the engines easier.

She smiled at this thought as she dug in her second drew for an appropriate shirt since she doubted walking around in a small sports bra would fly, however since she lost her hoodie to that damn man back on the island she was left with tank tops that had shrunk do to Harvey not knowing how to wash clothes properly. She dug through the messy drew before finally giving up and putting on a small yellow tank top that at least covered her bra, but she couldn't do anything about the skin that was showing or how the material bulked do to the unevenness of her metal slats that covered her sides. She'd have to tweak that one day, maybe she could smooth it out somehow.

As she pondered this she walked over to the corner of the room, were her clean clothes laid bundled up. She frowned as she put on her baggy black pants. She hadn't worn them since she bought her camouflage pants on the first island she was on with the crew. They were like a symbol to her, the symbol that no matter where she was, or who she was with, she still belonged to the marines until her birthday. She sighed dramatically as she pulled the pants over her long sleek legs, ignoring the uneasy feeling in her stomach. She looked down at herself as she buckled up the baggy pants; she had lost a little weight from all the training with Law and Bepo so now her formerly perfect fitting black marine pants hung loosely around her waist showing off more of her flat toned tan stomach.

Not that she really cared, the crew was actually pretty cool about her mechanical limbs. In fact, they would be bummed if she covered it up; it was a real one-eighty for her, seeing as how her marine superiors always made her cover it and many civilians would flinch away from her before looking at her in pity. Now she didn't care so much what other people thought as long as her crew didn't mind she didn't mind.

She giggled as she sat on the beg and put on her high white socks before bending to get her combat boots and putting them on one at a time before tying they in a tight double knot bow. She pulled her pants over the shoes as she stood up and made her way to her dresser once again. Sitting on top of the dresser was a gift she had been given by the Heart Pirates shortly after waking up. It was a pair of black leather gloves that was loose fitting around her hand but fit tightly around her wrist before it flared out for about four inches. She pulled each glove on tightly before getting the other gift, it was a black and yellow tool belt with all of her tools along with a couple of knives and two of the pockets that held her gear was the Heart Pirate emblem. It was made official that day that after she dropped out of the marines she would become a Heart Pirate. She grinned as she buckled the belt around her waist before she made her way for the door, running her fingers through her short locks of hair.

As she walked through the maze of metal halls she could already hear the crew celebrating their captain victory, though she wondered how he was doing. She still didn't know the story behind how he met the man, but she knew it wasn't good. She didn't hear what Hotaru had said to Law, and it wasn't her business unless Law decided to tell her.

She sighed again at the thought of Law. What was it about him that made her want to tell all her secrets to him? Was it the secret emotions in his eyes that simply yelled at her saying that he would understand, or was it the way he always had the care-free smirk and his laid back personality? Could it be the way he seemed so lazy before every fight, but she knew that he was actually stargazing every angle he could attack from, keeping him three steps in front of his enemy, unlike her who just simply rushed in and prayed it work? She honestly couldn't say. She shook her head as she neared the door that would lead her towards the deck and placed a hand on the knob.

'How did I fall in love with that man?' She thought to herself before finally opening the door to reveal the notorious, hammered, passed out, horribly singing, and dancing Heart Pirate crew.

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Law...

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How long had it been since she had join? He couldn't tell you honestly, it felt like she had been with them forever. It was something about her that could make any man or woman feel comfortable around her when she looked at them with her sky-like eyes and her warm smile. She laughed honestly even if the joke wasn't that funny, and giggled when she was trying not to show her amusement. She had short temper that disappeared as quickly as it came. Maybe it was how she never thought about the consequences of her actions, but simply went on impulse unlike him. She had a giant heart that she embraced anyone with, but not let anyone hold.

His grey eyes looked out to sea as he listened to James and Eric sing 'I Feel so Pretty.' Cliff had left a little while ago to find the missing engineer, which he was sure was asleep.

Do to some of his injuries he couldn't wear his normal attire which constantly nagged him and amused Bepo. Instead of his normal yellow and black hoodie was a black wife-beater that fit tight enough to show his lean frame, but loose enough not to hurt his healing wounds that wear wrapped in white bandages that was fully seen due to his entire torso, chest, and all the way to his mid neck being covered in it.

Luckily he still gets to wear his trademark pants, but without his boots since his feet had managed to get damaged during the fight, so now they wear wrapped as well leaving on his toes and the end of his foot out of the sea of white, another thing that ticked him off.

His hat was sitting in his room waiting for him to wear it, but he just couldn't bring himself to put it on at the moment, reason was still unknown to him.

His face wasn't wrapped like the rest of his body thankfully just around the frame of his face, the top being lost in his black hair, and a few strips cross his face at the bridge of her nose just below his eyes, and his arms wear wrapped in white bandages all the way to his fingertips, covering his beloved tattoos.

He was curious to how Skye had known of Hotaru, and he figured it had to do with her accident, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to ask, but it was none of his business, just like it wasn't her business about his relation to Hotaru. Another thing that was bothering him… he wanted her to know, he wanted to tell her what had happened to him and why he had hated her when he first met her, but doubt still crawled at the back of his mind. How would she react? Would she pity him? The one thing he hated more than anything else was pity. He sighed agitated from all the unanswered questions as he brought up another bottle of Sake, he was already starting to get a little light headed, pretty soon he'd be too drunk to care.

"Whoa! Who's the hottie and what have you done with our engineer?" Cliff yelled as James and the other men began whistling. Thus distracting Law from his moments of doubt to look at the person who was the center of his crew's attention, and his eyes widen. There stood Skye, she wasn't wearing a baggy hoodie, or jacket to cover her bulky metal limbs, instead a simple yellow tank top that showed of a little tan skin of her stomach and hips, her pants hung around her hips along with her tool belt, and she ran her gloved fingers through her short hair in obvious discomfort.

She blushed almost immediately before hitting Cliff over the head and taking his sake away from him before bringing it to her full lips and chugging some down. Law's eyes followed the droplet of alcohol that slipped through the corner of her parted lips as it ran down her upturned chinned, following her jawline, and then down her neck. He downed the remaining contents of his three-fourths filled bottle of sake in a single upturn, before reaching for another bottle.

Skye gasped and shook her head before rubbing the back of her covered hand again her mouth as she laughed at Cliff as he pouted about her taking his Sake, when she felt eyes on her, out of instinct she turned to look right in the eyes of Trafalgar Law. The captain of the Heart Pirates, the supernova, the next King of the Pirates, and the man she fell in love with somehow. She smiled shyly at him before she began walking towards him with the bottle of sake hanging by her side as she held the neck of the bottle in her closed hand. She realized she was in love after the fear of losing him, and decided that she would stay by his side through thick and thin, even if it meant never telling him. She didn't want to ruin what relationship they had, especially because of how shaky it had been in the beginning. She smiled and chuckled before sitting across from her captain who was still looking at her with an unknown emotion she has never seen in his eyes before. They stared at one another for minutes, hours, it didn't really matter, before finally he broke the comfortable silence between them.

"Hello."

She couldn't help, but giggle as she looked at his smirked face before smiling herself. "Hello there stranger."

"How is your cheek?" Law asked as he took a sip of his Sake and looking at the dancing Bepo and Willy (the cook).

"Just fine thank you… and your wounds?" Skye asked her laughter no longer in her voice or her face. Which left Law with another unanswered question about her; ignoring her own question he set the bottle down on the table before resting his elbows on the wood and intertwined his fingers so he could rest his chin on top of them.

"Why do you laugh so much?" Law asked finally. Skye actually looked startled before she composed herself and began to laugh softly with a serious look in her eyes, something was off about Law but she didn't know what. She sat up straighter and put down her own sake and faced him completely before taking a deep breath and explained why.

"My father."

"And why do you laugh for him?" Law asked ignoring how rude he felt.

"When I was seven, my dad had left home to fulfill his dream… to become a pirate. He wanted to start his own crew, sail the seas, and not have to follow any rules. My mother told him it was okay for him to go as long as he promised to come back, which he agreed he would do. Before he left he told me too always laugh, because 'it made life a hell of a lot more fun' so that's what I've been doing and I have to agree with his statement." Skye smiled as she looked up at the starry night, remembering her times with her father.

"What was he like?"

"I look like him a lot and act a little like him, but I mainly take after my mom there." Skye laughed as she looked him in the eye her voice rising from her excitement. "He was the guy that laughed after you punched him in the face and told you nice shot. He was the guy you went to if you needed advice or was down on your luck. Mom use to tell me I look a lot like him, because of my hair and eyes."

"And your mom? What's she like?"

"Feisty! She's the woman you don't want to catch on a bad day. Short temper. Sarcastic remarks. Rude gestures. Nasty right hook. It's all her in a nut shell, but she is one of the most loving people I'll ever know." Skye smiled. "She's beautiful too. I often wish I looked like her. She is a short woman with long curly red hair and green eyes, with freckles all over her face."

Law felt his lips twitch as he fought to stop them from smiling at her excitement. She was wrong if she thought she wasn't beautiful though.

"So who did you take after?" Skye questioned, with caution in her voice. Law smiled as he stood up and held a hand for her to take. She looked down it questionably before taking it and standing up, he let go and she allowed herself to be led of the deck and into the maze of halls. Law's hands were in his front pockets as he lead Skye down the halls before he finally stopped in front of a metal door, which led to his room. He opened the door and gestured for Skye to go in, which she did and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as she waited for Law.

"Sit on the bed while I get something." Law muttered as he walked over to a giant dresser on the side of the wall. She turned and giggled when she saw his leopard printed bed comforter and black silk sheets. He gave her a half-hearted glare as she sat down before he went back to his dresser. Skye watched as he pulled out an old antique wooden box and held it in his hands as he walked towards her, and sat on the bed beside her.

She watched curiously as he gingerly opened the box and picked up and old yellow photo with such care that she felt her heart melt. He flashed a small smile before he held it out for her to hold. Carefully she took it from Law's hands, her eyes never leaving his face, and when she had it completely in her hands she looked down and gasped.

In the photo was a man that looked almost exactly like Law. He had the same body frame, tall and lanky with the same dark eyes as his son, but the man in the photo was staring adoringly down at the small dark woman with long black hair beside him. On her face was a familiar small cocky smirk that her son had inherited. In between the man and woman sat a little boy, with an overly sized white and brown speckled hat; he had the same dark eyes as the man and had pitch black hair like his mother. The boy resembled the woman the most in the face and he was laughing, his eyes filled with joy and innocence.

"You look like her." Skye whispered as tears threaten to poor from her eyes, she ran her fingers over Law's mother. "She's so beautiful." She whispered to him.

"The people from my village said I acted like my father though. I have the same laid-back attitude as him and his calculating actions. My mother was…well a lot like you. She didn't think before she spoke or went into action, and she loved everybody, but only let one person in." Law said in a thoughtful voice. "Irritated my father to no end, I remember. He would want to lay back and read a medical book, or take a nap and she would come in turning on the record machine and demand him to dance with her." Law chuckled. "I remember I would beg them to pick me up and dance with them…which my dad would do and all three of us would dance together." Law gave a small smile as he took the photo from Skye then put it in the box and standing to put it back in his dresser.

"My dad use to make my mom dance with him, with no music on, and only when she was doing something that stressed her out. She would beat his chest and demand to be let go until finally she would give up and just lay her head on his chest and dance with him. I remember it was always my turn afterwards." Skye laughed. "I love dancing even if I'm no good at it. Reminds me of him." She laughed again, but was startled when Law lifted her off her feet and began dancing with her. His hand was on her waist, while the other was intertwined with hers, and her other hand was resting on his shoulder.

"You're not like any woman I've ever met Skye. Tell me. Why is that?" Law asked her as he looked down at her expecting her to answer.

"I guess I'm just messed up." Skye shrugged her shoulders and laughed awkwardly as she tried to suppress her growing embarrassment.

"No. no. no. It's not a bad thing, it's actually a relief. Do you know how many girls I've met in my life that doesn't mind her hair getting covered in grease? Or doesn't let the fact she has a metal arm affect her?"

"Law are you drunk?" Skye asked as she looked at him. His cheeks were flushed and he was dancing with her, something he would never usually do.

"Maybe a little." Law admitted, before looking her in the eyes. "But I mean what all I'm saying, Skye." She was a little shocked, the only difference about him was he was more open than when he's sober, he didn't stumble or anything, which she was a little tipsy herself.

"Okay, okay. I believe you, but don't tell me anymore tonight, do that when your sober. Okay?" Skye whispered as she laid her head over his heart, she giggled when it speed up.

"M'm kay." Law said groggily as they danced till he was too tired to stand anymore. Skye left the room with a sad sigh. He wouldn't remember any of it tomorrow, and she would continue to act like nothing ever happened between them.

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In Skye's Room...

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She took a nice warm shower before crawling into bed and slept for tomorrow's adventures on the last island before Sabaody Archipelago, and before she had her freedom.

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So this is just a little fluff! What do you think! EEP!

Clumsy0132