A/N: Hello :] This story is my first piece of fan fiction from the world of OP to ever be published somewhere. My first piece of fan fiction in general. I hope there will be understanding towards where I am clearly taking this fic and please note;

This is more or less a tragedy, it will be in most aspects you will see much later in the story. I cannot tell you as of yet how long the story will be, but I have worked out two more chapters aside from this. I wanted a bit of back-up before even thinking of publishing.

Still I hope there are some out there who will enjoy this. Feedback is received with open arms and virtual kisses! I would appreciate very much!

I do not have a beta yet, so if anyone is interested, the spot is open :] Also please excuse any grammar mistakes or mispelling.

For the usual disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters from OP, but my own poorly imagined ones, and I do not earn any profit from writing this.

This is an AU. Pairing is KidxLaw.

Enjoy!

Chapter one: Fate.

It was a beautiful autumn day. The crowns of the trees rustled gently in the wind, their almost bare branches reached like limbs into the air, up towards the sun as if beckoning it to venture closer, always closer. A single leaf, shaped like a star, fell from the foliage above. It'd been nested on a branch among brothers and sisters who had yet to fall. A shimmering ray of sun catched it on the egde and it shone like cobber beneath the else shadowy trunk.

It's destiny seemed to be a simple one; to join this new family of yellow, reds and orange hues that covered the earth around the foot of the trees. But just then a mischivious breeze fluttered by and catched it in mid fall. The little leaf, shaped like a star, was lifted and tossed from to and fro as the playful wind pleased. Eventually the autumn breeze blew stronger, morphing into a cool wind who blew from the east, and the little leaf could do nothing but follow it's path on a new journey in its' life.

It was carried outsite of the park where it had been born, further down streets of concrete and past houses that stood tall, if not taller than the trees it had grown up to know. It saw many things as bystanders, these strange human beings, passed beneath doing their chores, unaware of this little leaf, shaped like a star, and it's woundrous new discoveries. But no journey lasts forever and eventually the wind seemed to grow bored. The leaf started to flutter towards ground, as the wind left to play elsewhere, and as it fell, it wondered if it was back in the park. All around it trees grew tall, but also they was shedding their summer coats which left them nude in the autumn sun.

It was when it thought it would finally get to join all the other fallen leaves that it was picked up again, just once, as if the wind had remembered it and decided this was not where it wanted to bring it. It was still among the trees, but the path took it up, up, up, up, until it thought it'd reach the sky and fall into the clouds. That's where the wind left it, to once again flutter towards the ground.

He was sitting on the balcony, watching as the wind blew around the fallen leaves of the trees beneath, in the garden of the hospital. His eyes were half lidded, a tired expression on his face and his shoulders were slumbed. He had noticed something peculiar and his attention had snapped at that point, but as soon as it was gone from sight, he'd sighed and looked towards the ground again as if nothing had happened.

All the leaves there, from beeches and willows, where angular and shaped like drops of water and all did they have the autumn colors of oranges and yellows. It was the glimpse of coppery red that had made him look up where, there, riding on the wind like a surf, were a single leaf unlike any of the rest. He could not see it well, only that it was different from those others that played with the breeze. It was special, and so red as it shone there in the sun.

Now, though, it was lost from sight and apparantly from mind as he decided he'd been sitting there long enough. His mother would start to worry if she did not see him inside for lunch. It had been hell enough when he had skipped breakfast. Sighing once again, the young man, about to rose from his plastic chair, the blanket on his tighs gliding slighty with the movement, was suddenly stilled completely as something fell into his lap.

His drowsy eyes widened an ounch, the muscles in his wrists tensing as he was still grapping the arms of the chair. There it lay, a single leaf, shaped like a star, coppery red in the rays of the sun. It was a decent sized leaf, a little heavier to the touch than he would first have thought. It was still lush and fresh, but cool from it's little ride on the wind. A smile egded at the corners of his lips and soon the young man, with raven black hair, picked up the leaf from where it rested on the blanket. it was like holding a star, albeit a fallen star. And it was, after all, shaped like one.

He was utmost careful as he placed it in the big expansive pocket on the front of his hoodie. Though he was pretty much a patient of this hospital, indefinitely, he still refused to wear the exposing simple white gowns of the facility. Especially in such chilly air. Winter was, after all, approaching. He nestled the blanket in the crook of his arm and took a deep, fresh bit of air, relishing in the cool feeling as he inhaled. It was warm once he let it out and he liked the way it was visible, transculent, but still visible. It was one of the reasons why he loved cold days and why he would take hell from his mother to expose himself to such cold air that could, very well, make him sicker.

The raven haired youth scoffed as he pocketed his one free hand and sauntered through the exit of the balcony and down the clean hall ways of the expansive hospital wing. He was suffering from leukemia, having known the most of his life that it meant he was, probably, only living to die. Leukemia had a genetic risk, so far no cures had been found for this disease and he himself had lost his father to it. Which was why he knew his mother was so over-protective, but really, she could knock it down a bit. It had been true enough though. Law had been diagnosed with CML-Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia-and had been treated with imatinib* right away. With this medicine he had a 90% chance at a five-year survival, but his father had lived far longer than that so Law was hoping.

Since he had been a child, seven to be accurate, Law had wanted to become a doctor, and more than that; the best doctor in the world. Preferably a surgeon, he really wanted to be a surgeon. A man with the knowlegde to perform operations and save other peoples lives. The life saving part was not really that high on his list as it was the curiosity of the human body. How it worked and looked, both on the outside and inside.

His great grandfather had been a surgeon, so though he had never met him, he had heard stories about him and what he had accomplished. His mother was proud, he knew, because his great grandfather came from her side of the family and she herself was a nurse. His nurse, too. He could have groaned, but there was no changing it, she would not leave him to the hands of others if she had a say in anything, and she did have a say in the most things around here. After he, as a kid, had told his mother of his decision she had praised him and shown him the assembly of his great grandfathers collection, all heavy tomes of medical studies and the young boy had almost lost interest then and there. He hated reading, despite knowing that reading was a great part of the studies in medicine, he would rather it had all been visual instead. But who could learn from movies alone?

So it was not until he learned of his own disease that his interest piqued for reading. The information he gathered from the sources around him, mainly his mother, was vague at best and so despite he knew his father had died of the same disease, he still believed he had just been an unlucky man and this was nothing but a bump on the road towards his dream of becoming a surgeon. How wrong he had been. It was only through reading he had learned his disease, leukemia, was more or less incurable. There was so little medical knowlegde on the subject he'd had to go to the library in his quest of discovering what exactly the future held for him.

Death.

He had been almost nineteen, diagnosed at eighteen, before the information really sank in and he realised just, exactly, what it meant. He had only been four when his father had sucumbed to the disease, a man of barely twenty eight years. And he turned twenty this year. Eight years left, if he was lucky. Eight years. Though he was walking in a slow pace, taking his time reaching his destination, it seemed like time was walking faster than him and he stopped in front of a single white door. The door that let to his prison cell, his room in the hospital. Just as his hand reached forth to turn the knob and open the door a shrill voice broke through the silence and the young man cringed beneath the wrath of his mother.

"Trafalgar Law!" She fumed, and Law knew a vein was probably popping above her eye brow, though he could not see her face with his back turned her way. As his eyes scanned the white walls towards his left, they rested on a circle shaped metallic object and he suddenly realised why she was so mad. He had skipped lunch after all, oh joy. Her feet were positively stomping, the click clacking of her heels on the marbled floor like drums in his ears, an annoying sound that made shivers ripple down his back. Oh-oh, was his last coherent thought before he was yanked by the arm and practically tossed into the hospital room he'd been assigned for the next month.

Not only was it degrading being treated like a mere child, but even worse so when it was his own mother in charge. Not that the other nurses were nicer, they were just as strict albeit lacking the edge his mother had. One would think she'd treat him kinder considering he was her own flesh and blood, but it was what seemed the spur that made her take it all out on him; he had to listen, he was her son. Law was practically trown on the bed, the blanket yanked forcefully from his arms and a white piece of cloth trown in to fill the gap instead.

"You know I hate it when you just take off and stay away for who knows how long! And I've told you many times already you should at least wear the hospitals gown underneath your usual attire," Law sighed under his breath as he watched her, from beneath his dark lashes, pace through the room performing mindless chores, like refilling the water from the flower vase, pulling the curtains away so what little sun there was could shine through. Law liked it dark, at least when he was inside, if there should be light he wanted to be outsite, to feel the wind against his skin as well as the warmth. Though there was not much warmth about this weather.

"Are you even listening to me?" She suddenly spun on her heel and dug her hands into her sides, taking up an offended pose as she tapped her foot against the marble of the floor. Law knew he had hesitated too long before nodding as she let out a shrill sigh, pressing her thumb and forefinger together at the brigde of her nose. "You unruly child," She sighed again. "You're going to give me gray hairs ere all this is over,"

Over. Law really did not like the sound of that. Though he knew what she had meant it was hard not to put more into the words than had been intended. She seemed to notice the effect her words had had and closed the distance between them to sit down beside him. He did not look up at his mother, looking so much like him with her dark hair and dark bags beneath her eyes. They both got little sleep these days. But whereas he had inherited his eye colour from his father, a dull blue-more like greyish colour, hers were a startling green. Like lush leaves shimmering emerald in the sun. Leaves. Law was suddenly reminded of the little star shaped leaf tugged away in his front pocket and made to take it out just when his mother, now with a softer voice, spoke again.

"Law," She said, almost a whisper and she covered his hand with his. He knew she'd probably start on the same sob-wrenching lectures he had heard all too many times before and quickly went to stop her. He held the leaf up in front of her face, realising it was indeed more red than copper, now that he saw it in a light aside from the sun, and she blinked rapidly as she stared at it.

"What," She asked, dumbly almost, but Law chuckled low. "It fell into my lap just when I went to raise and walk inside," He started, smiling fondly of the memory of surprise as it had so suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"So this is what stopped you from going to lunch, a mere little leaf?" His mother asked with a quirked brow, disbelief coating the words. Law smiled brighter and brought the leaf down into his lap, where he stroked it absentmindely. He had to find a book for it, so it could dry and he would be able to keep it in the same shape as it were now.

His mother sighed again, albeit this time a smile lit her face. It always stroke Law how beautiful she was when she smiled, even as wrinkles lay all around the corners of her eyes and mouth, she always looked so young when she smiled.

"Law," She almost laughed, a joyful little gigglish sound and lifted her hand to pet his hair. "You are and always will be such a special child," Special might not sound like a positive word in most cases, but Law knew his mother used it with all the love in her heart. His only response was another smile, this time smaller but still genuine. She shook her head then and rose, but before she left she turned towards him and raised a finger.

"I'll have one of the other nurses bring you something to eat and you better eat up young man!" Her tone of voice left no room for arguement and Law could only nod somberly, agreeing voicelessly so that she would just be on her way and he wouldn't have to suffer any more of her lectures. But just as he thought she was already out the door, him tossing the white gown aside, she suddenly turned to him again.

"Oh yes," She was beside him before he could even blink and took his hand, pressing something into the palm of it. Law blinked, opening his fingers to see a little sheet of white paper, someting scribbled across it in his mothers delicate script.

"It's Sachis new number, he asked me to give it to you. You know he lost his cellphone in the train the other week, I swear that boy is one day going to forget his own name." She shook her head, clearly with pity for Sachis poor parents and leaned down to place a kiss at his forehead. "He wanted you to call him right away, since he and the boys miss you quite much, but you better eat something first, understood?" His mother knew that if Law left this room again he'd probably loose track of time and end up skipping dinner too.

"Okay," He drawled, still looking at the eight digit number on the little piece of paper. He knew they missed him, hell he missed them too and he really hated they were not allowed to visit him as long as he was in this wing of the hospital. It was only for precaution, alone Law was bad enough to get lost in his own thoughts and venture all around the hospital giving little thought to his predicament. He could have an attack at any moment, but he just didn't care. And his friends; he knew his mother was afraid they'd somehow convince him to leave the hospital grounds and she had lectured him many times on that subject. So they were prohibited thus far, only in the weekends where he and his mother both went home was he allowed to go into town with them.

Law hadn't even realised that she was gone when he finally looked up again, but it did not matter the least no more. His mother had promised it would only be a few more days, then they would go home for good. The winter vacation was approaching and his mother was off duty for a week. The only reason she kept him here was to be sure he was alright, she was that over protective. Law sighed. He had not had any attacks for almost over a month now, but he knew as well there were always a risk. And with attacks it was meant when he would keel over and loose conciousness, it had happened a few times since his diagnostic. The cancer cells had already infiltrated his central nervous system and more often than not Law suffered from extreme headaches, especially in the mornings. He had also lost a lot of weight due to an over sized liver that took up double its place, which resulted in how very little appetite he had. He almost never felt hungry, which was why he knew his mother took it very seriously getting him to eat and at least three meals a day. Liquid mostly, because he very easily got nauseated. He could handle coffee though, lots of coffee if he got his way.

A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts, and soon enough a fair haired nurse named Lydia came into sight. She only smiled at him as she placed the plate with bread and bowl of steaming hot soup beside on the table top and handled him a spoon. Law liked Lydia, she never asked him any stupid questions, they never talked much to be honest, and that was what he liked. His mother knew of his preferences for the silent, eldery nurse, which was probably why she had send her. Law simply returned her smile and turned to prob his legs up as he tucked the table closer. Mm, did it smell nice. It wasn't until now he realised how famished he probably was, despite from not really feeling the hunger and took a bite of the corn filled bread.

He finished at a leisurely pace, careful with the soup as it was still boiling hot, but finally sat the plate and bowl aside and sighed in contentment. Quite full and knowing that his mother would be satisfied now, Law swung his legs over the egde of the bed and jumped to his feet. Now he was going to do what he most wanted; get out of this room and call Sachi. Because of the incident with his last cell phone, it had been a few weeks since Law had talked to him. He knew Sachi had worked twice as hard to scrape togethermoney for a new one, so he could finally call him. The others, Penguin and Bepo, never allowed him to borrow their phones, mostly because they were afraid he'd loose them, too, somehow. Law chuckled lowly, almost eager to finally talk with his friend again. He walked the path of the corridoors once again, now familiar to him as he did this everyday, walking towards where he liked to hang out the most; the balcony.

He took out his own cell from his pocket and sat down in his chair. He had not forgotten to bring the blanket with him either and carefully wrapped it around his shoulders. The only thing that would make this better would be a hot cup of joe. His mother didn't like him drinking coffee, saying it was bad for his system, but Law absolutely loved coffee. He quickly took out the small paper with the number and dialed it just using his thumb. Pressing the green botton to signal it was calling, he brought the little decive to his ear and listened to the beeping. At first no one picked up the phone, actually for the next five times it would just beep and then click off to the annoying standard voicemail. Law scowled at the phone. Sachi might have a hang for trowing away his things, but somehow he always managed to hear his phone even should it be burried in heaps of laundry worth a months wash.

But he just didn't pick it up this time. The thought occured to him that maybe his mother had accidently misheard the numbers and this was not Sachis number at all. But it was still a legal number, considering the call went through and even had a voicemail and all. He went to place the phone on the round table just near his left arm when suddenly, load and vibrating, his ringtone startled him and he nearly dropped the cell on the ground of the balcony. Taking a steady breath to calm himself, when he managed to prevent such a thing from happening, he took a look at the caller ID and noticed the number. Relief flooded him and it was with a smile Law pressed the button to take the call.

"Sachi," He said as the connection went through, ready to chew out his careless friend, in an all friendly way of course, about misplacing his phone yet again. But the voice that greeted him on the end of the line was certainly not Sachis.

"Who is this?" The voice was deep, gruff at best and definitely masculine. Very masculine. Sachis voice was more boyish than manly and Law blinked rapidly a few times as he tried to gather his wits. A-huh? Why would a stranger pick up Sachis phone? Suddenly a new thought took the place of the other and Law instantly thought that Sachi had again lost his phone and now it'd just been picked up by a stranger. But the next words from the deep voice did nothing to affirmate this.

"Look, whoever you are. If you have any business with me you should cut to the chase or simply not call me at all," The man sounded annoyed and suddenly Law felt himself grow annoyed. Just the way he spoke to him was very rude, this was clearly a person with little to no regards for others than himself. But Laws words revealed nothing of his growing annoyance and he merely stated the obvious, rather dumbly he would gladly admit.

"You're not Sachi," The words just left his mouth, just like that, and he was at least thankful he didn't sound stupid, though it was completely stupid.

"And you're wasting my time," The stranger barked and Law just knew he'd hang up any second now. Somehow it made him feel anxious. He knew not why, but suddenly he was afraid to have the connection servered. For over a week now he'd not talked to another living soul else from his mother, a few patients and the other staff of the hospital and he was positively dying to have a somewhat normal conversation again. With someone his age, and he believed this stranger could not be much older than him depsite his manly voice. It was just the way he spoke, it did not have the usual knowlegdy feel to it like those above thirthy seemed to have.

"Wait," He found himself saying before he could stop it. It stalled the stranger and a supple silence settled between them through the phone line, the other male clearly awaiting Laws reason. Sucking in a gulp of air, Law tried to think of an excuse that would keep the stranger in the line for a bit longer, rude or not, Law wanted to talk with someone, badly.

A very annoyed sigh came from the other end of the line. "Look," The stranger drawled, his voice having a softer egde to it, though he still sounded as agitated as he had when he'd first picked up the phone. "I really have no time for this. And clearly you have gotten the wrong number, so just-" It was all he got to say as Law interrupted him.

"No," He said, but knew he would come up short with arguements to keep the stranger there if he did not come up with a really good idea soon. And then it hit him, he was a clever boy after all, and he smiled a bit to himself as he came up with the idea that hopefully would ensure in a longer conversation.

"Please stay and talk to me, Sir. I am awfully lonely," It was the truth, anyway and he thought the truth was a better approach than any. The quiet from the end of the receiver led him to think for a moment that either the deep voiced man would just slam the phone shut, or he would enquire as to why. He hoped for the latter and he positively beamed when he got it.

"...Why?" Came the hesitant reply, all annoyance and agitation gone from the voice as curiousity seemed to have taken its place. Law was still smiling as he relaxed his shoulders and propped his feet up on the low standing table.

"I believe I just answered that before you even asked, Sir. I am awfully lonely," He repeated, politely even so and almost wanted to cry in success as the stranger swallowed his bait as he had hoped for.

"Yeah, yeah, but why are you lonely?" He half spat, half growled, but Law didn't mind. They were having a conversation now and he felt much better.

"Because my friends are not allowed to visit me," He answered, still being honest. There was no reason to think up a more interesting story, besides, he was pretty sure this was a one time only conversation and his only objective now was to make it last as long as possible. Until the stranger got enough and really slammed the phone shut.

"I'm in the hospital, you see. My mother is a nurse here. She wants me close to prevent any accidents from happening, which they almost always does when my friends are around," Law chuckled fondly, though it should've been bad memories he could only recall them with a surge of joy, despite them always ending with him in some kind of pain. Maybe he was a masochist deep down? Who knew.

"Hospital?" Came the reply and Law detected a bit of surprise lacing the masculine voice.

"Uh-huh," He drawled, simply as that. And then he dropped the bomb, his voice revealing nothing but somber happiness as if he was only talking about the weather and not of his incurable disease.

"I've leukemia, so I'm probably going to die before I'm 25. My father did, or well, he was 28," A thick silence filled through from the end of the line, but Law almost thought he could hear the other mans brain work the gears into place. And suddenly the snappish attitude was back, Law was a little surprised.

"Is this a sick joke?!" He spat, clearly more annoyed now than he had been before. Law blinked in dumbstruck silence for a moment, but then his brows furrowed and his lips formed into a thin line. His reply left no doubt of the sincerity of his words, nor the seriosity of the subject.

"No, Sir. I am quite serious." The words were pressed out from his still closed lips and clipped at best, but the man seemed to get the message and the newfound annoyance seeped away once again.

"So you're going to die." It was more of a statement than it was an actual question, so Law only affirmed it with a simple, "Yes." and a new silence ensued. Law could hear the traffic from the end of the line, here around the hospital it was always quiet, since it laid a bit ways from the main road, but the noise from the other line led him to believe the man was in a city. Suddenly he felt like asking where he was from, but it struck him that they were no friends and such information was not prober, not even though this was a one time conversation anyway.

"I'm surprised then," Came the reply, a baratone feel to the voice now. "You certainly sound way too chipper for someone who's facing an early death." He sounded bemused and Law quirked a smile, humor back in his system.

"I've no reasons to be upset, Sir. Granted, I was diagnosed at 18, but have known the most of my life of the genetic risks, so I think I've had time enough to settle with the idea." At first Law thought the stranger might ask him of his age, but he surprised him once again by continuing the seriousity.

"So you've simply accepted it, just like that?" He almost sounded annoyed again, or just disgusted. Certainly this man did not seem to tolerate weakness, another sign that he was that type of person who rarely approved of anyone. But Law found that he did not mind at all.

"Of course not, Sir." Was his immediate reply. A sound more like a cut off laugh than anything else came from the man and Law visioned him shaking his head with an amused smile.

"Tell me something," The masculine voiced man said, clearly still very amused.

"Okay," Law said, awaiting his question, feeling a bubble of excitement upon realising he'd won the conversation over, the line wouldn't be servered anytime soon.

"Why, even though you knew I was not your friend, did you insist on talking with me?" Law would rather have expected him to just ask why he had revealed all this personal information about himself, not why he wanted to have a conversation. So instead of answering his question right away, Law merely answered his question with of his own.

"Do you believe in fate, Sir?" He asked, knowing it was received with surprise but expected the fast answer, anyway.

"No." The man said, without hesitation at all. Though it was clear he was a bit puzzled of Laws sudden change of subject.

"Me neither," The raven haired male replied with a small smile, knowing that this only brought more confusion. But he was glad the man didn't return to his usual annoyance, it was only mere curiosity that spiked his next sentence.

"Then why did you ask?" Came the obvious answer and Law was prepared. He leaned back in the chair and hoisted his legs further up, looking at the sky slowly darkening and shivered a bit as a particular cool wind flew by.

"Because it answers your question, Sir," Law himself was quite amused by now, knowing quite well this only confused the stranger more, and he liked his little mind games. He didn't let him ask how though as he simply continued right away.

"I don't believe in fate, Sir. But if fate existed it would have made more sense that it would have let to me apologizing for getting the wrong number, and not ensuing a conversation. Thus I am simply telling fate to go screw itself as I am far more able to take my own decisions. And I decided I wanted to talk to you." His long explanation was followed by a short break of more silence, until Law nearly dropped the phone again as he was startled into an upright position. The laughter that came from the other end of the line was hysteric at best, but deep and just seemed to roll from the man in long waves of clear amusement.

Law felt a sudden clench deep in his guts, a wave of sensation he knew only too well and he nearly gasped in sheer surprise. But god. What an erotic sound! Law had known since he'd received his first pupic hairs that he was more into boys than girls. The only one of his friends who seemed to be aware of that fact was Bepo, since he and the albino boy had grown up together. He'd since the beginning noticed Laws peculiar disinterest in the fairer gender and how he never seemed to pursue any interest in any of the conversations among the other teenage boys about the subject either. But wether Bepo had anything against it or not was never revealed to him. Law guessed not, since the younger male clung to him like glue. Always had they been inseperable and always the best of friends.

Sachi and Penguin had joined their little duo in highschool. Both of them were clearly straight as a rod and had not wasted any time conquering their fair share of the girls that crossed their paths all through the years. Law had not had his first sexual encounter before after high school. It happened shortly before his 17th birthday and he mostly recalled how akward and nearly excrutiating painful it had been. He had not bottomed ever since. So despite knowing better, Law found himself painfully attracted to this voice, that laughter. Always having had a vivid imagination he could easily picture the exact man he wanted to infront of him and oddly enough it left him quite excited.

The laughter quieted down and Law was happy that his heart beat did so too. His breath was a bit ragged and he felt painfully hard in his pants. He would have to take care of this later. This was not the outcome he had imagined by having a conversation with a complete stranger. The man still chuckled quietly and Law imagined him wiping a tear off. He had laughed pretty hard, but Law wasn't annoyed, just turned on.

"You're a strange fellow, you know that?" It wasn't really a question, but Law smiled and answered it anyway.

"So I am told,"

"Hm, I like you," Now, that, he really had not expected and Law felt his jaw slack a bit. And was it just him or had the statement sounded... suggestive? The man continued his drawl, still with a suggestive leer to it.

"I have to go, but should you ever feel, bored, again, feel free to call me." Again with the surprising, unexpected words. Law felt himself lost for words and as was his want he simply nodded, feeling the urge to hit himself as he realised how stupid that must look.

"Okay," Was all he managed to get out, his throat suddenly felt dry and so did his lips, so he licked them, feeling another chill creep down his back aside from the evening air.

"Well then. Talk to you soon, I guess," The amusement were back in his voice again and Law took a deep breath.

"Later, Sir." He was glad his voice had not shaked as bad as he had thought it would, but the second after the line went dead, the stranger having cut the connection, Law fell back into the chair and dropped his cell in his lap.

Oh. My. God.

He was still quite hard below the belt and he shuddered as he recalled that laughter. That downright sexy voice. Standing on shaking feet, Law pulled the blanket tighter around himself, placing the phone back in his pocket along with the piece of paper, holding on to it tightly. He'd have to save his number, so he couldn't lose this piece. But he suddenly realised he still had no name for the man, so what was he going to call him?

Law decided to worry about that later as he, this time, almost ran to his room, entered and closed, locking the door quite profusely. There was a bathroom attached to this room, one he had to share with the nextdoor occupant, but he knew that the room was empty right now. Yet he still made sure the doors were tightly locked before he shed his clothes and slumped against the shower wall, turning on the faucet, getting drenched in almost scolding hot water. His skin was sensitive after sitting outsite in the chill for so long, but he didn't bother to adjust the heat. He welcomed it. With a shuddering breath he tossed his head back and slid his hand down over his taut stomach.

His mother had always made sure he kept up his daily excersises, since they were good for his health and he could not risk not being healthy in his condition, not if he wanted to live another five years. Law quickly shook the thoughts aside as he resumed a more pressing matter. He was almost sorry he had no face to that voice, but it was difinitely with the other man in thought that he pleasured himself to the brink of ecstacy.

He was drenched and panting by the time he was done, the water quickly washing way his sins and his skin glowed with an almost reddish tint despite his olive complexion. Law couldn't remember any other time where masturbating had felt so intense, he practically shuddered feverously in the after glow as steam rose from his skin and the shower as well. He liked how the water kept it's temperature, though he felt so hot it almost felt cool to the skin, a nice relief.

He turned the faucet off but did not rise before he practially shivered, all cold and clammy. He grapped the thin towel from where it hung and wrapped himself up, not bothering to dry himself off before he re-entered the bedroom. He was faintly surprised when he noticed how alit his room was despite he'd left the lights off. Out through the window the full moon shone, big and almost white, bathing his little room in the hospital with an lumiscent glow. Law smiled a little bit, he loved the full moon.

He sat down on one of the chairs across from his bed in the other end of the room, rather than drenching his bedsheets. He did not want his mother to squeal over such carelessness, though she probably would upon seeing the small poodle on the floor beneath his chair in the morning. Law sighed. Most of the time his mother did nothing than treat him like he was still a child, it could be outright annoying to times and Law wished she'd not be so overprotective. But she was more than just his mother, she was a nurse dedicated to ensure the safety and health of her patients and right now Law was also her patient. Maybe more so than her son.

He looked back out of the window, straight at the moon as he allowed his thoughts to drift off completely. On his eighteenth birthday, before he had been diagnosed, he had announced he wanted to get his own place, or maybe move in with Bepo since his place was big enough and they could split the rent, but his mother had been so upset he'd had to toss the idea of ever moving out of her house completely aside. It still bothered him how he did so little to properly stand up to her. He knew she would be sad and possible angry at first, but in the end she'd forgive him, because he knew she loved him more than anything.

In some ways he was really spoiled, kids with overprotective parents seemed to become so. Could be they weren't allowed to do the kind of things the parents deemed too dangerous, but on the other hand they were allowed to indulge in anything else as long as it seemed safe. For example, Law couldn't remember when he hadn't gotten exactly the toy he wanted to, no candy of course since it was unhealthy, but money he always had enough of. So somehow that still lead to all the candy he wanted, he simply bought it behind her back, because she never asked what he used it for.

He had left his clothes on the floor in the bathroom and went to retrieve them, after all his pockets still habored his treasured cargo of a little star shaped leaf and a single piece of white paper with a eight digit number he certainly was not going to lose. Nor his cell phone, he needed both. Law silently begged it had not gotten moist, at the time he'd been finished the mirrors in the bathroom had been completely covered in deu from the steam and now he felt stupid for not having thought of taking his cell out before he went to take a bath. As he took it out to place it on the table beside the bed it seemed all fine to him though and he carefully placed the paper down beside. The leaf on the other hand he placed in a book he'd been reading lately before sleep and carefully closed it so that the paper sites would keep it nice and flat under the pressure.

He didn't bother to pull on the hospital gown and merely went to sleep in just his black boxer briefs. He laid awake for more than twenty minutes, not really thinking of much but the conversation he'd had with the stranger today. He concluded that he was not all too sorry that Sachi had lost his cell phone and his mother had given him the wrong number. If so he would never have discovered he could feel this way, so alive, and it all came from a single coincidental conversation with a man he had never, and probably never would, meet. He also wondered a bit over what ID he should give him along with the number when he saved it tomorrow, but in the end he just could not think anything up. That be that, Law thought as he turned to the other side, facing the moon and staring at the round circle through his window.

He would just save the number as it was, not that he was going to forget it anytime soon. It had positively branded itself into his brain to never leave again. It was with a smile that Law closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He would call him again tomorrow.

End of chapter one.

A/N: And this completes chapter one!

Puew.

Please note that my knowlegde on Leukemia in full may be lacking, though I've read up on the subject of course. But if you notice something that is just wrong, please notify me and I'll do what I can to correct it. Anyway! I really hope you enjoyed, please do leave a review ^^