Dedicated to KlawxXx and, as everything I write, to my dear sister.

All the music pieces used belong to their rightful owners; the only song unnamed is "Gotta be somebody" by Nickleback.

I do advise all of my readers to listen to those pieces as they're revealed in the story, since it will help with understanding some parts.

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The Pianist

The room was plain. It didn't have much furniture; few paintings on the walls, mainly landscapes, few chairs by the window, medium sized piano in the middle, a little table; that was really everything. All of the chairs were occupied, four people sitting on them, all very quiet. Only their steady breathing interrupted the warm silence that enveloped this white room in it's cosy blanket. By the piano, one more person sat; young men with silvery-gray eyes and raven hair, lost in thought, caressing the instrument absent-mindedly with one of his tattooed hands. His tanned face was almost blank, his gaze distant, and just a tad of melancholic. With a light smirk stretching his lips, the man opened the piano, and looked at his listeners.

"Let's take it easy today... Autumn's coming; I'll start with Traumerei, by Robert Shumann."

Long, nimble fingers slowly made their way to the keys; stroking them more than hitting. Man's eyes were closed; he needed no sheets for his music; it poured out of him on it's own accord, one could say. Gentle, not rushed sounds started to flow around the room, painting it in colors of early autumn's sun, beginning to set. The pianist's tanned complexion was glowing with it's golden rays; colorful leaves were falling all around, beautiful; peaceful; melancholic. Warm sounds, quiet and delicate like lullaby, made the eyes of the listeners close, and when they opened them again, they were in a park; looking at the dance of warm wind and plants. It wasn't rushed; just gradually ending, but even this end carried a meaning of rest after a hard, working day. The blows of wind pushed the leaves up, and up again, carrying them lightly into the darkening sky. As the fingers on the keyboard started to linger there, the last rays of late sunlight dissolved, and the listeners were quietly took back to the whiteness of the room, all of them thinking how too soon it was for the pianist to stop.

He looked at them then, and in those faces he read his praise; it was enough for the musician to start thinking of another piece to entertain his audience.

One of his listeners, young, skinny boy with hair raven much like his own, and a scar under his left eye, stood up and approached the piano, leaning on it with his face resting on his hands, observing the pianist. Huge, dark eyes were filled with curiosity and happiness; as was his voice, when he spoke. "Law... Why are you playing for us every day?"

The pianist raised an elegant brow, stretching his lips a little again. It was almost the ritual of this boy, to come and ask him this exact question after his first piece. Sometimes Law would comply with an answer; sometimes he would just ignore the boy and play something else. Today it was the first case, it seemed; musician let his hands fall on his lap and looked up, into that smiling face. "I told you this story so many times already, Mugiwara-ya... Wouldn't you like it better to hear some other pieces?"

Luffy, the boy leaning on the piano, shook his head with that trademark, carefree smile. He could always tell when Law was in a talkative mood, and when he just wanted to get lost in the world of music he played and created, the music that was flowing through the very veins of this quiet and distant man. "I want to hear it again. And Ace wants as well. And Sanji, and Zoro. Just ask them."

The steady gaze of silvery-gray eyes fell on boy's companions for the last, confirmative time. Then, they went back to Luffy's, and Law allowed his head for a quick nod in agreement. He stretched his delicate fingers and put them on the keyboard, just hovering above the keys, not pushing them yet. This story was long, and often told, yet he needed to choose his words carefully; like the great artist, who chooses accompaniment for his important solo, Law knew that the words, although being only a background, would determine just how his music is going to be received. He started with a simple, clear accord, letting it vibrate in the air of the room like a bell that informs of beginning, and foresees ending. Then, his low voice entered, and it was a kind of music in itself; elaborated and melodic.

"It all began... when had it began, I wonder... It's such a difficult question..." light, gentle chords, almost too quiet to hear, filled the air, making it glimmer, resembling a carefree giggle of a child. "I was four when my parents took me to the music lessons for the first time, and as much as I couldn't really play..." a false note crept it's way into piano's laughter; "I spent all of my time just studying the instrument; memorizing first chords; playing the simplest songs with one finger..." a giggling continued, but pianist's left hand came off of the keyboard, and one, tattooed finger started to bring out plain, simple melody, nothing like the elaborated art he let out before, but charming non the less. With that music, the figure of the pianist seemed to shrink, leaving just a little boy, fascinated and exploring.

"Soon, it wasn't enough. I was taught how to read notes, and all of my free time was spent by the piano; this instrument stole all of my attention, and by hard work and a little bit of talent, with years I managed to play better and better." the silly song didn't change it's melody; but it was more complex now, more deep, more thoughtful. Simple variations, tones that overlaid each other seemed to slowly mend into one, difficult tune, like a bouquet made around one, simple rose.

"Of course, soon I went to elementary school, and had less time for practice; for, you see, I had two dreams in my life, and as much as the first one was to simply be able to play, my second objective was to become a doctor; even though all of the people who heard my music considered me a genius – remember, I was just a child back then – I didn't want to be a pianist by profession." the melody turned somewhat heavier; light tunes from before were laced with darker, more mature edge, and something else, something mechanical, like beeps of medical equipment, although still muffled and far away, entered the music. "And, I didn't want other boys in school to ever realize I loved piano. It was something none of them did, something they would consider weird and 'girly'. I avoided playing anywhere near school, even though we had a music room with all of the instruments; on the music lessons, I pretended not to know how to play, although I have still chosen piano as my instrument. It was a matter of respect for me."

The music went back to being childish and silly, but the fingers of the pianist seemed to linger on the keys; soon, the sounds became longer, nostalgia crept in. A distant smile; not smirk this time, but smile, made it's way on Law's features, as he remembered the past he treasured. "And as much as those other things I told you about could be thought of as the beginning; I wouldn't say so. For the real story began later; it was an October, just after I turned seventeen. And the story starts with Franz's Liszt's La campanella..."

…

Law was annoyed. He had multiple reasons to be. One of them was the fact he was almost adult, yet he had to go to this stupid school. There was also the case of today being a Monday, which meant that his last classes were music ones. And, as much as the boy considered music to be one of the reasons why his life was worth living, those classes he despised. Not only he had to spend whole school period in one class with a group of complete imbeciles, who treated the instruments like some tools or toys, not only he had to cope with their idiotic teacher, high and mighty Miss Boa Hancock, rambling about things she had no idea of; the worst was the fact that he had to pretend to be one of those guys!

Law hated his music classes. With passion.

Soon, he thought to himself, soon I'll be back home; and then all problems I'd have to cope with would be whether to practice first and study later, or another way around.

The boy went inside the music room and skipped to his little nook with piano set in. He left the bag on the floor, looked around, and, seeing that nobody's here, pushed the instrument open and smiled gently. If any of his friends had seen him now, they'd be amazed. Law was quite handsome: tall, slim, his skin naturally tanned, his eyes colored in deep, stormy, silvery-gray... But he never smiled. Smirked, yes, all the time. Preferably with some harsh comment to keep company to those smirks. But smile? Never. Because smiling was reserved for the ones Law loved; and so far, no living being proved themselves worthy of such an effort.

One of boy's hand reached out to caress simple, white and black keys. "You must be so miserable, having to stand here..." he whispered. "With no real audience, with nobody to properly love you and care for you; you're being used, considered a tool, not belonging to anybody. Yet you are capable of bringing out tones suitable for the greatest of musical critics...!" Law shook his head. It was such an irony, really; and so much as he himself. This piano had it's role in this world, and that was to somehow fill a period of lessons, providing amusement to students who were too dumb to actually stay and listen. He closed the instrument again, and sat down. There was no reason to dwell on such thoughts. People were starting to gather.

Soon, the class was filled to the brim, and their teacher approached. Miss Boa Hancock was young and beautiful, and maybe it was because of those two facts that she considered the rest of the world being worth less than some random trash. Yet somehow, her long, black hair, big eyes and striking clothes provided her students to love her regardless. Everybody was entranced by her. That is, secluding Law. The raven-haired boy was oblivious to other people in general; his love was music, and music alone. Well... Maybe that sentence wasn't exactly true. Law was well aware of the fact he's more into boys since he first found out where the kids come from; and there actually was somebody he could consider worthy paying attention to, beside his music. Not the he would be ever interested in creepy guy like himself.

Law opened his eyes, not liking the general direction his train of thoughts was heading to. He had more important things to do than wondering which ones of his classmates were hot and which were not. Namely, he needed to look at his teacher and actually make an effort to decipher the things she was screeching at him in that high-pitched voice.

"...I said, move, Trafalgar, you nuisance!"

"...so harsh..." a whisper came from the back.

Miss Hancock turned there and made sweet eyes. "Oh~ I didn't mean to~"

As the swooning from the rest of his class continued, Law tried to comprehend what the fuck that women wants him to do. He hunched slightly, patting the shoulder of one of the few people he could talk to without grimacing.

"Oi, Chopper-ya... What was she screeching to me?"

A thin, short boy with curly, brown hair and big, innocent eyes looked up at him with gentle smile. Chopper was slightly younger than Law was, but they were placed in the same class. The headmaster of Grand Line High School decided that, given unusual talent and best references from boy's foster parents, famous surgeons, they would allow him to skip a year or two. Tony Tony Chopper was indeed very talented, and just as much shy and modest. Law liked him for his gentle nature, and often took a tiny boy somewhere with him, or for a studying sessions. They both wanted to be surgeons in the future, and Law took every occasion he got to get to know Chopper's guardians, Dr. Hiluluk and Dr. Kureha, asking them for advice or simply discussing some medic-related topic he found interesting.

"Law, you should listen to the teacher! And she asked you to let her play on the piano; we're doing Liszt today."

Law rolled his eyes. Cool.

He stood up unwillingly and gazed one more time at his beloved instrument. The kind of gaze one would send to his little child while leaving it in care of complete stranger with a mechanic saw in one hand, butchery knife in the other and unhealthy grin on blood-covered face.

It wasn't exactly the case that Law didn't trust Miss Hancock, or thought her incapable of playing. It was just that, like every other pianist, Law had each and every melody he ever played engraved in his heart; and knowing that she will play one of those pieces without much care, without even trying to bring out it's beauty was simply devastating. Law didn't really mind to hear those who just started learning how to play, or weren't as experienced as he was; no, far from it. It was attitude that counted, and he knew that it was an attitude his teacher lacked.

Just as he thought that, first, carelessly hit keys sang, and Law grimaced. His head hurt, and it was just the beginning. So annoying... he thought. Whole day was annoying; whole this fucking school was angering him to no end. Why can't this all be different? Why can't he do what he loves to do without a crowd of idiots unable to appreciate another's passion? And why, for fucks sake, Miss Hancock can't play this piece properly? His head started to spin, and Law closed his eyes. Stop. Stop playing it that way, not really minding what you play. Stop making this beautiful piano sing when you have no interest what it's singing about; stop... stop...

Stop!

Law suddenly opened his eyes. The piano actually halted; all of his class was staring at him.

Oh, he thought. I said it out loud. Shit.

A rising of one, delicate eyebrow of his teacher was the only movement in the room. Boa Hancock looked positively pissed off. Never before any student dared to interrupt her in anything; and she would much prefer to leave it at that. A venom started to gather in her; and Law could see it. She was looking strikingly alike to angered cobra, or some other snake when she was mad. So, deciding he has nothing to lose now, anyway, he went with the flow.

"I said, stop, Miss Hancock. You play it wrong."

A murmur travelled around the class; some of the faces Law saw were angry at him for insulting their beloved teacher; some were amused. All of them curious, waiting for teacher's reply and the punishment Law's going to receive.

"Is that so, Mister Trafalgar?" the voice of Boa Hancock was so freezing cold Law wondered why he's still alive and not turned to stone or something. And then, his teacher looked at him, and he realized it was because she wanted to kill him later, and now just let him suffer. "Then, maybe you should play for us and show us how to play it... correctly."

Now, Law was the one who's pissed. Playing as a form of punishment? Who she thought she was? Well, too bad for her, because Law was going to play, and he was going to enchant everybody in this class. It doesn't matter that the rest of this year he would need to endure being picked at. He will, for once, make the simple, modest piano in this class sing with all the love he had for music.

He strolled to the instrument; his sleeves rolled up, face full of concentration. He closed his eyes for a second, quickly searching his inner music library for a piece suitable for this time and place. Liszt it had to be, that's for sure. Ah... Yes. Law sat down and stretched his fingers, not caring about few giggles and smirks that earned him. He took the sheets from his sight, and put them away; he didn't need those. He slowly put his hands on the keyboard, pushing a single, high accord; and suddenly, all of the previous things; his annoyance, his anger, his class, his teacher... All were gone. The music in his veins poured out and swirled on his fingertips, and Law smiled, really smiled and closed his eyes.

"Franz Liszt... La campanella." he whispered.

The piece by genius composer began hesitatingly; light chords, falling like a droplets of water, as if asking for attention, and then becoming faster, more complex, wandering around all of the expanse of the keyboard. Light and heavy again, balancing just on the edge of dissonance, playing with the octaves; those sounds didn't take the audience anywhere; no, with smirks and boredom washed away from their faces, they listened, entranced, to the elaborated, running accords, in awe at the level of mastership in playful dance of tanned fingers on the keys; the main theme coming and going, and coming once again, pulling them through variations and engulfing them within a whirlpool of sounds, growing louder and softer depending on the time. Every time the melody came back to the known already sounds, Law's fingers enriched it, adding more, coming deeper or flying high above; constructing at the same time with playing. Again it was the same theme, and again it was completely different; those few who tried to keep track resigned, and surrendered to flowing sounds. It seemed as if Law wasn't really playing; more like his nimble, long fingers were carefully plaiting and composing the melody; music itself; as if they were in another world. All too soon for everybody who got the luck to listen, the final, deep sounds entered. A frown marred Law's concentrated features, as he himself was pulled into a melody, waves of sheer emotions the composer had to feel while inventing this amazing piece washed over him when he hit the keys one, last time; powerfully, but still gently; and the silence, as much a part of the melody as the music, lingered. The pianist opened his eyes.

He looked around the room, quite disappointed that he was there, and not in that wonderful world he had visited just seconds ago. Law's classmates were still unmoving. Some of them had their eyes closed, and looked thoughtful. Some others, on the contrary – gaped in his direction with their mouths open. All of them were flushed, looking so utterly... moved?

Law didn't dare to look in the direction of the door, where he knew that person was standing. But the temptation was strong. What does he think of me now? Did he like the music? Did he close that glowing, precious ambers he has for eyes and furrowed his pale forehead in concentration? Or did he curled those thin lips in mocking smirk, and ran a hand trough those defying gravity, scarlet hair Law knew was so soft, even though he never had the luxury to check for himself?

Did he, even if it was just for a while, appreciated the melody I played?

And quite surprisingly, the moment Law thought this, he was greeted with an answer. For exactly from the direction he knew he stood, there was a clapping coming. Not that it was left to break the silence on it's own; as if it was a signal, the pianist's classmates woke up from their music-induced trance, and stood up, clapping their hands off, some of them shouting, crying out for more. Law was dumbfounded. He was sitting there, on his usual piano stool, surrounded by cheering, delighted people, and he was trying his best not to cry from relief and sheer happiness.

After the first shock passed, he realized he should at least make a bow, and thank them for hearing him out; but he wasn't allowed to. The claps started to sound in a rhythm, and voices came, calling, asking for more.

"Play again, Law! Play for us some more!"

...

Law smiled a little wider; his fingers fell on the keys with the same playful manner of La campanella, but lighter and less elaborated. It reminded them all of simple happiness, carefree smiles, sincere laughter. "Imagine my own shocked face, when, just a day after that, my high and mighty teacher, Boa Hancock, apologised to me... And on my piano's keys, well hid under the lid, a beautiful, scarlet rose was laying. I had no idea who could've give me that; you see, I never had many friends, and I hardly could take the rest of the people into consideration, as I barely knew them; Miss Hancock was out of the question as well." The piano slowed down, sounding lower, deeper, almost... romantic...

"Hm... Maybe I am not entirely sincere. I had one suspicion, just one; but at the same time, I thought to myself: you suspect that person because you want it to be him. But you know it's impossible. Not such out-going, temperamental guy, always surrounded by his loyal rock band, "The Kids of Heart". What he was even doing in biology class was a wonder; with all his friends in sport one, it was a mystery why almost an exact year ago our school's famous rock-star, Eustass Kidd, changed his ambitions completely. He came to my class, and, by working very, very hard, in one year managed to become second best student. Such a person is hard not to spot, and I found himself considering the red-haired, pale guy quite attractive before I even knew his name."

"Ever since then, two times a week, when I had those classes, I would receive a rose. I treasured every single petal and tried my hardest to spot who was that gave me them; but to no avail. And it wasn't until much later I found out just who it was."

…

Law leaned on the wall, his eyes half lidded. The little scene set in the main hall of Grand Line High School was getting prepared and decorated before his eyes. Tomorrow was the last day he's going to spend in this building; and so, the graduates were allowed to make one last party. In the main hall, after the boring speeches of the headmasters and their homeroom teachers, the rock concert will be taking place; staring none other than Eustass Kidd and his band.

And Law was designated to supervise the preparations for the event.

Why, he knew not. The girls working on the decorations were more than enough. He could never understand how such fragile, skinny beings could get so much power over boys. Girls were simple born to rule: even now the gang composed of pink-haired and vulgar Jewelery Bonney, pretty faced Alvida (who was behind her back called "Miss Untouchable") and Monet, who was a girl behaving as if she'd been constantly high, made the boys of their classes do all hard work, and were chatting and giggling in the corner, sometimes turning around to scream at some poor guy who did something bad. There was no reason to interrupt them; and Law wasn't a suicidal type to do so. Not to mention he was completely alright with not having to do a thing. Well, apart from bringing here guitars; he would not let anybody else carry those instruments from music room to the main hall.

Many things changed over those few months that had passed since he revealed his talent to the rest of the school. Surprisingly enough, nobody picked on him for his love of piano; well, almost nobody, but he heard that Bellamy was found bleeding and with more than few bones broken after he made a fun of his playing. The music room became his kingdom; with time, the teachers entrusted all of the music instruments to his care, and Law did his best to keep them singing. With his contacts in music academies all over the town, he managed to organise concerts of such celebrities as Brook, the Soul King, or the Rumba Pirates group. And even so, the audience would always ask him to play himself. Law wasn't just taking the compliments, though. He knew full well that of such applause he was undeserving, and doubled his practice time; all of the appreciation was a great ambition bust, and never before was Law more motivated to play. Of course, he couldn't abandon his medical studies as well; suddenly, most nights turned into intensive learning sessions, and persistent dark rings under tired eyes were added to his appearance.

The doors to the music room was closed, but that was just the right sign. Law never left the instruments to just lay there; he took the key out of his pocket and went inside. There was a certain peacefulness in quiet music room. For Law, it was filled with echoes and memories of the melodies played; the air vibrating happily with the music the instruments composed in the silence. Raven-haired boy smiled, caressing them as he went; hidden safely in cases, he still could picture their shapes and sounds they make. Flute, saxophone, drums... his piano.

Law quickly looked around the room, and checked the corridor. He won't be having music classes again, but there was still a chance; everybody knew he would come here today, even if just to fetch the guitars. So, with the same happy anticipation and unsurity he felt for past few months, he opened the lid of his piano. But, differently than always, he was not gifted only with a sight of scarlet rose laying on it's keys. Beside it, hidden under those red, delicate petals, there was a note.

Please, come to the concert tomorrow.

5:30 pm, main hall.

You'll recognise me.

Law took this note carefully in his fingers, along with the rose he absent-mindedly brought to his nose. So, after quite a long time, his rose-sender wanted to meet. To tell the truth, Law was never one for events such as rock concert; it wasn't that he didn't appreciate rock, or any other for of music. It was just the form it was received at concerts he prefered to avoid; loud, high sounds coming out of the speakers all around were fatal for hearing, and for a musician, hearing and fingers were life. But, maybe this time, he could make an exception? Besides, the sender of this note didn't want him on all of the concert, as it was starting at 4 pm. It was an ending he were to attend.

Law's lips curled a little. He was curious, and decided to take this chance to meet Mr. Enigma he tried to catch red-handed for past few months. His fingers fell gently to the keys of his piano, bringing some undetermined melody; unknown, just as the person he were to meet.

"I wonder what kind of melody you'd present..." he whispered, closing his piano, remembering to take his rose and the note, picking up one of the guitars he had to transport and heading for the main hall. He had a lot of work to do.

…

"And you went to the concert?" Luffy's bright eyes betrayed his excitement. He had heard this story more times he could count, but it still was a joy for him to listen to it. Especially given the fact, that Law was adorning his tale with his own music, perfectly matching everything he said.

"Yes." answered the pianist with fond smile. His fingers ceased their dance, and rested on his lap, as he let the words tell the part of the story in which the music he heard wasn't his own. "I went to the concert. The note was about coming at 5:30 pm, but in the end I was so excited I decided to come earlier and actually listen to the whole thing. This band, Kids of Heart, was not half bad; I found their songs quite complex, and elaborated, so it was nice listening to them, even if I was not exactly dancing, like the others, just standing on the back. And then, on the exact hour I was asked to come..."

"You met him?" exclaimed Luffy, not being able to keep quiet. Another person, tall, handsome young man with freckles on his boyish face and kind, dark eyes stood up and walked to the piano, wrapping his arms around excited boy.

"Now, Luffy! Let Law talk, and you'll find out what's happened." he said, smiling apologetically at the pianist. The youngster in his embrace pouted, looking up at the other raven-haired boy.

"But, Ace~ I want to know!"

Law chuckled, and let another accord resonate in the room."Very well. Yes, I met him. And it was all, as it should be, accompanied with a song..."

…

"Thanks, guys! You're amazing! Now, let our poor rockstar have a glass of water, and in five minutes we'll see you again for the last song!" came the almost-shout from the scene. The person shouting, tall blonde with his long hair falling loosely on his back, and some kind of stripped white-blue motorcycle helmet on his face, was, from what Law knew, Eustass's Kidd's best friend, nicknamed Killer. Why he was dressed up like that was a mystery, but Law decided he could forgive him, for the blonde's guitar play was first class, and a pleasure to listen to. As for the leader and main vocal himself, Law must've admit, although unwillingly, that Mr. Eustass was looking better than ever. He was dressed in mocking-official clothes; tight, black pants, white shirt, loosely tied bloody-red tie, perfectly matching his hair, which were, as always, defying gravity, held back with a pair of sunglasses. His pale complexion was positively glowing in dark main hall, and his voice was probably enough for the madly screaming girls in first rows to wet themselves.

Law looked at his watch. 5:25 pm. In five minutes, his supposed secret admirer were to make his appearance. Now that he thought of it, that person would have quite a task to achieve; main hall was filled with people, all moving, dancing and whatever, not to mention it was dark. To find anybody in this room would be possible only with a great deal of good luck and maybe from stage. Who would it be, then? Law really hoped it wasn't going to be his friends. As much as he liked Shachi, Penguin, Jean Bart and Bepo, he would prefer them not to beat around the bush with things like that, and if sending this note was supposed to be their cool idea of luring him out of his house and bringing him to some social gathering, Law definitely wasn't amused.

But, if not them, then who? Chopper was out of the question. He said he liked Law's playing from the very beginning, so it was no reason for him to secretly send him roses or something like that. Teachers were out of the picture, as well. Oh God, let it not be any weird, swooning girl, thought Law desperately. Some of them were just creepy; short from stalker, going after her crush everywhere and stuff.

One minute. Oh, and the Kids of Heart are coming back on stage. Their redhead vocalist was the one to talk this time, though.

"For the last song, guys... I wanted to dedicate it to someone!" screeches answered. Law mentally rolled his eyes. Since every single girl (and few boys) wanted it to be their song, it seemed that in the end they would not let Mr. Eustass tell at all. But the band-leader clearly had other plans, as he tapped the microphone and shouted for silence. "I want this song to be for a special, special person... I know they're here, and, well... you know, who you are. See, I don't seem to have guts enough to tell you this face to face but..." Kidd's voice shuddered a little, as if he had just realized how nervous he really is. "Maybe, if I'll sing for you, you'll listen me out." Suddenly, Law frozen. It was impossible. The raven haired boy leaned heavily on the wall behind him, his head suddenly dizzy, confused, not understanding what he was seeing. In his mind, the last line of the note echoed. You will recognise me.

In pale hand of Eustass Kidd, a beautiful, scarlet rose laid.

This time, I wonder what it feels like;

To find the one in this life.

The one we all dream of, but dreams're just not enough

so I'll be waiting for the real thig, I'll know it by the feeling

The moment when we're meeting will play out like a scene,

stright of the silver screen

so I'll be holding my breath, right up till the end,

until that moment when, I'll find the one that I'll spend forever with!

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me like that!

'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own

Everyone wants to know they're not alone

Somebody else that feels the same some way

There's gotta be somebody for me out there!

Tonight, out on the street, I'm in the moonlight,

And damn it, this feels too right

It's just like déjà vu, me standing here with you

So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end,

is it that moment when, I'll find the one that I'll spend forever with?

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me like that!

'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own

Everyone wants to know they're not alone

Somebody else that feels the same some way

There's gotta be somebody for me out there!

A proper landslide of clapping followed. Kidd grinned widely, and kissed the rose he held in his hands, making most of the girls almost faint. But, when he searched for this one figure, this one person he wanted to see now, to seek whether they liked his song or not, there was no familiar shadow near the wall.

Trafalgar Law vanished.

…

Rock was hard to play on piano alone, but Law managed to bring out the melody for his listeners, as he fondly recited the lyrics. The amused chuckle came from near the window, and tall, muscular, green-haired boy playfully poked his blonde, handsome neighbour.

"See? Told you rock rules, shit-cook!"

The blue-eyed blonde with curled eye-brow and a toothpick between his lips furrowed, and hit the green-haired on the head. "Shut up, shitty marimo!"

"You wanna fight, dartbrow?"

"Bring it on, shithead!"

"Shut the fuck up, you're both idiots." said Ace calmly. Luffy looked at the pair, frowning.

"Zoro, Sanji, don't fight. I wanna listen to Law's story."

"...okay." both of them said, looking daggers at each other. Law chuckled at his young friend's behaviour, and decided to continue with the tale. Yet, he was interrupted again, this time by Ace.

"But, I never really understood why you dashed out that time. You liked Kidd anyway, right?"

Law nodded, and let his fingers create a romantic, slow melody. "Yes, I did. Maybe it wasn't really love at that time, but a deep attraction, for sure. But, you see... He was a stuff of dream for me. Handsome, smart, popular; he could have whoever he'd chosen. I just couldn't believe it was me; by the time I reached the music room and hid inside, I was sure he just wanted to play some joke on me."

One of Law's rare smiled crept on his face, even if it was still laced with sadness. "I was quickly proven wrong, though..."

…

The light, melancholic and peaceful tunes of Beethoven's Moonlight' Sonata filled the little room. It truly was a pity there was no audience, for if there were any, they might've been able to steal a gaze or two at the beautiful scenery the pianist was bringing to life all around himself. The tones were laid, one after another, lyric, filled with some sort of sad, yet gentle feeling- and suddenly, the pianist wasn't playing in this room, filled with instrument's cases. He was out, in the magical garden, near the fountain. High, majestic trees surrounded the little clearing; their trunks were smooth and white, leaves turned silver by gentle rays of moonlight. Full moon were shining upon the musician, his raven hair and concentrated features lit, glowing all around. Wind was shimmering here, and there, bringing chill; but even that was more refreshing than cooling. A single rose laid on the piano; one could say, that evening song of this instruments was one of longing. Chords, composed to be melancholic to begin with, were enriched with pure emotion while falling off those nimble, tattooed fingers; falling straight from pianist's heart.

The silence that follows the piece is often even more important than the piece itself, Law realised after he finished playing and just sat there, lost in thoughts. It is the time for the listeners to think of the music; interpret it. Why I just played Moonlight Sonata? Is it because it's soothing, magical, peaceful? Or because it's full of sadness and romance?

"I want nothing more than to clap, but clapping would just spoil that atmosphere you created, wouldn't it..." came a deep whisper from beside the door, that made Law almost jump out of his stool.

"Oh, no, don't be scared! I'm sorry! It's just me, I, I... Just c-came to apologise."

Red hair, pale skin, amber eyes. Extremely hot. "Mr. Eustass?"

The rockstar scratched his neck and came closer, seemingly anxious. "Um... yeah. Look, Trafalgar, I'm... sorry. I was stupid. I should've just came and tell you like that, but... I was scared and then Killer gave me the idea... God, I'm gonna punch his face so bad even his helmet not gonna help, but later. I'm really sorry. Look, just forget everything, ok? I should've known you won't like somebody like me." Kidd caressed the piano Law was still sitting by, and smiled lightly, sadly. "Just, before I go... You play beautifully. Really."

Law, who was staring at the other rather dumbly up till now, frowned at that. He saw pain in those enchanting, amber eyes, and then – back of this beautiful, scarlet head – and he didn't like any of this. So, before his mind could analyse any of those words Kidd was saying to him, his body acted on it's own. He stood, rather clumsily, and caught Kidd's wrist.

"Wait!"

Surprised look, a hopeful one crept on Kidd's features, as he turned back to look into Law's eyes, amber against silver.

"What... What do you mean?" Law whispered, not really knowing what else to say. It was all like some kind of a dream – like his Moonlight Sonata.

"Um... I mean... God, why it's so hard to just say it out loud..." Kidd looked positively terrified. "Look, I... I l-like you, Trafalgar."

Ok, stop, halt, achtung, извините, merci arivederci. It was a dream. It had to be. Eustass Kidd, aka. Mister Perfect just confessed. To Law. Yep, a dream.

But... if it was a dream, why does the fabric of Kidd's shirt feel so real under his fingers? Why his amber eyes are so detailed, his hair shining in this unimaginable shade of scarlet? Law blinked once, and once again. Then, he grinned. It wasn't a dream. God, it was real.

"Law..." he whispered, aware that Kidd must be starting to doubt his sanity at this point.

"What?"

"Call me Law. And, Mr. Eustass, my answer is: hell, I like you too." as the delight appeared on Kidd's features, Law's grin had only grown bigger. He let his wrist go, and sat by the piano again, observing the redhead.

"How is this possible?" Kidd sounded so unsure; as if seeking for lie that wasn't there, as if not believing.

"You tell me. How do you feel the same? We barely know each other. We barely ever talked; yet I wanted it to be you for so long already..."

Kidd snorted, disbelieving. "Year ago, I forgot my guitar in this classroom. After school, I came to retrieve it and... I heard you playing. It was so amazing... I haven't got any idea what has happened to me – I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. I changed classes so I could be closer to you, but I haven't got the guts to tell you. After all, who was I? I ain't rich, nor very smart. I don't have big dreams, nothing to offer. And you..."

"And I am just a creepy pianist who want's to be a doctor. I ain't handsome, nor popular; quite a sociopath, if I have to be frank."

"You're beautiful."

"And you're amazing."

"I'm terribly late."

"Agreed on that one."

"Can I kiss you?"

Law looked at the red-haired youth and found it utterly difficult to tear his eyes off. Never before anybody asked him this; and certainly never before had he seen somebody so handsome. For Kidd, with his cheeks gently flushed, and amber eyes full with emotion Law dared not to name, were the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. So, instead of answering, he leaned closer. Kidd caught a hint. Their hands met midair, tangling with each other. Law's left, free one, rested on Kidd's neck. Kidd's wandered to Law's chin, tilting it gently. They were nearing each other, slowly, cautiously, and when their lips finally met, Law decided all the waiting was worth it.

Kidd's lips were gentle and sweet at first, but then eager to move, and Law was more than happy to comply. He couldn't tell how long he spent there, above his piano, kissing Kidd, but he certainly felt that he could spend forever like that. And, when the air became irritatingly needed and they had to part, still they eyes were locked, never breaking this connection they had.

"They're gonna close the school soon..." whispered Kidd, cupping Law's cheek. The latter frowned, then smiled lightly.

"Mine place, or yours?" he asked, leaning into the touch. Upon not receiving any answer, he opened his eyes sharply. "I mean, if you don't want, it's..."

Kidd's thin, pale lips stretched in a grin. "Lead on."

…

"Ever since then, we started dating. Summer holidays had just begun, and we spent whole days together, just the two of us. I would play for Kidd, and in exchange, he would sing for me. We would go for long walks, or just lay in some park, talking, getting to know each other, kissing... Soon, I realised that I truly, deeply love him, and can't live without him. And my love turned out to be mutual. Soon, the holidays ended, and we went to the university – Kidd, as he had no idea what to do in the future, apart from singing, wanted to go where I was going. These were beautiful, perfect days, full of love, music and lots of studying. New World University was pretty unforgiving, but we somehow managed to pull through; even got ourselves a nice, little flat not far from here."

Law looked into the eyes of his four listeners, and some weird, impenetrable emotion crept on his face. Locking eyes with Luffy, who was almost laying on the piano, he said in theatrical voice. "And then, they lived happily ever after."

Luffy giggled, and the rest of the boys clapped. Law smiled, and bowed. He needed to get going anyway; late afternoon turned into late evening, and he had some work to do. After he said his byes to the boys, he went out of the room, almost bumping at Kaya, who was about to knock.

"Doctor Trafalgar," she smiled. "I was just about to call you. You shouldn't let Luffy busy you so; it's so kind of you to play for them now and then, but you need rest, too!"

"Miss Kaya, what I do with my free time is my decision." he smiled back, adjusting his white coat. Kaya nodded, and proceeded after him.

"How are they, Doctor?"

Law sighed. "I know as much as you do. Luffy is young, and he has a strong will to live. The same goes for Zoro and Sanji. But Ace... He's getting thinner and thinner as you look at him. He wouldn't admit it to anybody, even himself, but the illness is slowly winning over."

Kaya nodded sadly. "His tests has worsened, too. It's so unfair... Those nice, young boys. They shouldn't be there; not with a lethal disease. Not with such dangerous stadium of cancer."

Law could only nod at that statement. They went to the doctors' cantina. Raftel Hospital was huge and modern, and it offered it's patients the best care; the doctors, too, couldn't complain. Kaya handed Law his hoodie. "But it's so nice of you, to come and play for them, Doctor Trafalgar."

Law shook his head. It was really nothing. He couldn't bear not doing it, to be sincere. Kaya looked at him with sadness and pity written on her face. "I... I'm sure Doctor Eustass would be glad you do it. We... Law, I'm so sorry. Say hello to him from us."

"I will." Law's voice was hoarse, as he turned his back to Kaya. One, clear drop fell on his cheek; and Law realized he is not able to produce any more tears. He cried them all out already. In his civil clothes, he rushed to the another wing of the hospital. He walked past his colleagues, who greeted him pitifully, and stopped at one of the rooms.

It was white, as was the rest of the hospital; and quite large, with big window on one wall. On the bed in the corner, surrounded by medical equipment that enabled such things as breathing, laid a handsome, young man, with fiery red hair. He had few cuts, and whole lot of bruises everywhere, and there was a bandage circling his head, contrasting with scarlet strands.

"Hello, love." Law whispered, and sat next to him, taking his hand in his own, entangling their fingers. He let his other hand wander to his lover's face, and caress those pale, sharp cheekbones, carefull not to mess with the installation of life-saving devices.

"You know, Kidd... When you first confessed to me, all these years ago, I thought I was dreaming. And it turned out to be real." Law bit his lip, trying to contain his dry sobs. "So I'm thinking to myself... Maybe this time it is a dream that seems to be real? Maybe in few minutes you're gonna kiss me playfully, and ask me what am I thinking, sleeping in, when there is work to go to..." Law's voice shook. "And then... I'm going to tell you you are never again allowed to ride on that blasted motorcycle... And you're gonna pout like a child... And kiss me again, telling me it was all just a nightmare..."

Law squeezed Kidd's hand and, as his vision blurred, found out that he still had more tears to cry out.

"...but it's not just a dream, isn't it..."

AN: Cool, and now I hate myself. This story is a one-shot, but I might be convienced into making some omakes... If you want them, prompt me!

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