[ONE PIECE] THE END OF THE WHOLE MESS
Pairings: Kid/Law/Luffy (OT3) Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Trafalgar Water D. and Eustass Kid. Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, (Vinsmoke) Sanji, Nami, Killer and Heat are briefly mentioned. Disclaimer: One Piece does not belong to me. Warnings: Alternative Universe: high school. Title comes from the short story “The end of the whole mess”, by Stephen King. This is an unrevised work, so I’m sorry for my mistakes. Summary: They are skipping History class today.
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They are skipping History class today.
Law finds them on the ceiling after Kid sends a message. Luffy has his head on Kid's laugh, talking about this cooking show he watched and how he is going to make Sanji cook it for him. “You should totally come!” He says to Kid, even though he is vegan. Luffy knows Kid will bitch the whole time and criticize Sanji and him to the point of beginning a fight, but he still wants him there, by his side.
Kid only grunts something as he tries to avoid caressing Luffy's hair — six months of this and he still avoids such touches, as if this would show them that he cares for them (after six months of entering this mess and not leaving, which is proof enough. He is so helpless Law feels like making fun of him, but that would hurt Kid more than he would like) — and settles for entwining his fingers with Luffy's, his cheeks coloring with a soft blush.
“Am I interrupting something?” Law asks slyly in lieu of a greeting and his smirk widens as Kid tries to disentangle himself from Luffy, but he will have nothing of it. Luffy forces Kid to stay in that position, holds his hand until he stops fighting as he screams: “TORAO, I'M HUNGRY!”
“Shhh!” Kid shushes him or tries to. “We're trying to skip class, here!”
“Shishishi” Luffy giggles.
Law smiles as he walks to join them, to sit next to Kid and leans on his shoulder and listen to Luffy's complaints about being hungry all the time.
Kid's shoulder is broad and warm, dotted with freckles that Law likes to lick when they are uncovered. Luffy, on the other hand, likes to kiss them, one by one and together they make Kid blush as they remind him that he too deserves affection.
Luffy's voice soon lulls him into sleep, something he barely does at night unless one of them (or both) are in bed with him, reminding Law he is safe, he is alive and fine and healthy.
That they exist and they are not dead.
Kid speaks then, answers one of Luffy's question and that Irish accent is still so strong. When they met, Luffy kept forcing Kid to talk, amazed by the accent he never heard before, not even on TV. Law understands the sentiment — understood the moment he spoke to Kid and he answered with a snide comment. He wanted to hear more of the accent and so he started picking up petty fights until it led to feelings, until it led to this.
.
Law is asleep on his shoulder and soon Luffy falls asleep on his lap.
Kid sighs at this, tired of dealing with two people instead of one. Their personalities are what makes this harder, but Kid would pick a fight to anyone who pointed that out (besides himself). He likes the difference of personalities and mannerisms, just like he likes how different their body types and height are.
He stares at the sky and sighs, wondering how it happened. This. Law and Luffy. There is no answer, unless: it happened. It made sense in that way few things do these days.
Kid watches the clouds as they cover the sun and the blue of the sky and thinks of what he'll do when he graduates. Kid was supposed to go back to Ireland, wasn't it? Killer and Heat are waiting for him there, keeping him updated at every turn of the tide.
Now, now he is not sure.
But he knows this: Japan's sky is always clear and so blue he forgot what it is like to live in the cold and in the rain; the streets of Tokyo are so clean he almost feels it's an illusion, that there is no way these people are so civilized and so organized to the point they don't even drop ashes on the floor; that if they asked, Law and Luffy, he would stay. He would.
Kid wonders if Killer would like them. If he would come to Japan if he asked him to. Start his life there and deal with a hungry kid (Luffy will never grow up, he is sure) and an insomniac medicine student (Law says he probably will drop before his second year, but he knows he won’t).
He falls asleep thinking of clouds and what would be Law's reaction to Dublin's rain.
.
For a long time people thought Luffy didn't understand love. That it was a foreign concept because things were so simple to him all the time. Ace said it again and again, and so did Nami and even Zoro.
But maybe it's them who didn't understand love.
Love can be simple. It is, in fact. As simple as are dreams — dreams that you have when you sleep or dreams that you chase after until they come true. If there is something in the way, you fight with all you have and doesn't stop until you win.
And eventually, you will.
Many said he is a fool, because love is complex, it's Shakespearean tragedy, misconception and miscommunication, missed chances and missed calls and regrets and what ifs. And Luffy sometimes believe this, because not even him can be strong all the time but—
But then he remembers Kid smile when Law says something funny or the way Law holds Kid after he wakes up from a bad dream. How they say they won’t be there to get Luffy out of the messes he creates by accident, but he doesn’t even need to call to see them there, strong, straight backs and unafraid of drawing blood.
Love can be simple. As simple as the red from Kid's hair and as simple as the ink on Law’s skin. Love can be simple if people let it be, like he does. Like he made it be with them.
{“You,” He says and points at Law “And you” he points to Kid “Are mine now.”
“What?” Law said slowly, one year older and so serious Luffy sometimes wonders if he still knows how to smile (and every time he does Luffy never wants it to leave his face).
Kid laughs at that and then sneers. “You're crazy, D.”
“Nope,” Luffy says and smiles because yes, it's them. He knows just by thinking of them. He feels just by looking at them, the way his heart flutters and clenches and soars—
(love)
“You're mine now.”
(and I'll die for you. I’ll die. Die. For you.)}
A/N: You can’t tell me Irish Eustass Kid isn’t a beautiful idea. You can’t.
For Rah ♥