Zoro conoce a un alegre chiquillo en un sitio poco común; es atractivo, no hay duda al respecto, el problema es que se trata del hermano de uno de sus mejores amigos, tal vez alejarse sea una buena idea, ¿qué pensarían Law y Ace si se enteraran?
El único inconveniente es que Luffy parece no querer rendirse tan fácilmente.
Fan Fiction URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9483527/1/The-Real-Reason
Summary: The Real Reason why Law put everything on the line that day to save Luffy was something much more personal and deep then anyone but a few members of his crew could have guessed.
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So... this is what Law-mun and my role plays turned in to... NOT SORRY
A 17-year-old version of Ace laughed and poked Law's hat. "Jeez, your one awkward bastard!"
Law was not looking like his normal self at all. His fingers aimlessly pulled and played on his poke-a-dotted jeans while his breathing was adnormal and grey, usally careless eyes were wide in what could only be shock and fear. Most of the doctor's crew was confused and worried. Why was he acting so nervous?
However, the crew had little time to lollygag around the submarine wondering since before their captain had desended into his quarters, he had gave them strict orders. 'We're going to the war.' Everyone but a few chosen members of the group had started freaking out and worrying even more. None the less, they followed orders. They were on their way to save straw hat Luffy.
Meanwhile, Law sat against one of the walls in his quarters, an unreadable expression upon his face.
Ace laughed loudly. “Cheers." Ace suddenly cheered, holding up his sake cup. “To us!"
Law frowned.
Could this be true?
Could he be dead?
Could that same sun shine and freckled face be the same cold and lifeless one he had just witnessed?
The two clashed cups and afterwards, Ace took a rather large drink. “You better watch yourself, Law, make sure it’s not me carrying your drunk ass to our ships this time!"
The doctor shut his eyes, desperately trying not to remember anymore. It hurt to much and after what he had seen from the live viewing in Sabaody, the heavy feeling in his heart was unbearable.
"What?" Ace asked, pulling his hand back. He wasn’t sure if it was just Law’s awkwardness showing again or if he was being sarcastic. He was still upset with that ‘I don’t care about you’ comment that the doctor had just made but it didn't matter to him right now. “No, look! I-I don’t care if you care about me or not but if you do your never do anything stupid like hurting yourself again!!"
That fool, that stupid dumbass Ace. Even after all of Law's younger self's attempts to push him away he'd just come back with the right words and actions.
"Are you forgetting, Law?" Ace asked, leaning back in his chair. “I’m a pirate, I do what I want!" he informed. “Pirates get the most freedom out of everyone and I’m going to be the pirate with the most freedom in the sea!!" he promised.
Law groaned in both frustration and pain as he pulled his knees in to his chest, banging his head against them with tightly shut eyes. No, he didn't want to remember this! It was like being 21 again, back when he had first met the love of his life - the only one he'd ever truly love: fire fist Ace. Portgas D. Ace
"My Grandpa once told me that when someone makes a close enough relationship with another person they get strings that connect their hearts. Their string becomes big - connecting the hearts to such a point that it becomes part of them. When someone dies, the string that connected the person is broken. So me and you have a really big connection with our strings so if you die -"
"I hate strings... they remind me of someone..." Law muttered
"Shut up. So me and you have a really big connection with our strings so if you die you rip my string right out of my heart! A-and our string is so close to my heart that…If you die - your break my heart!! So, please don't die Law!!"
And now silent tears slowly rolled down the doctor's cheeks. He couldnt' remember the last time he had cried. "Ace... You bastard..." he choked. "Why couldn't you take your own advice...?" he groaned as he held his own chest desperately.
"Whitebeard is the strongest man in the word and I’ll be taking that title since strongest and freest go hand in hand.." Ace gave Law a thumbs up. “So I’ll totally be taking his head! That’s my goal at least!"
Law looked weak and helpless, as if he was nothing more then a scared little child. He had pulled the rim of his hat over his eyes, biting his lip and plugging his ears with the palms of his hands.
"Law I need to tell you something." It was the first week of the alliance they had made when Ace came wondering in to his room one night. He had been reading and gave a simple 'hm?' to show that Ace had his attention. "It's about... my father..."
No! Not this memory - any memory but this one. The doctor was shivering as he tired to think about anything else but all on his mind was his broken heart and Ace.
"Roger is my father."
"....Get out."
"What?"
"Leave. Now."
"LAW! WHAT ARE YOU-"
"I SAID LEAVE! OUR ALLIENCE IS OVER! NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE AROUND ME AGAIN!"
That was how it ended. That was Law's biggest regret he had in his life. That was the story of how he had chased away the best thing he ever had in life. That was the story of how he managed to break the fearless 2th division commander of the White Beard Pirates. He was ashamed and disgusted. "I-I'm sorry Ace..." The doctor muttered, his thoat dry but eyes wet. "I.. I don't care who your father is now.... Ace is Ace."
"Shanks saved his life. I'm so happy I finally got to thank him after so long! My brother is the most important thing in the world to me, we're family you know." It was only the 3rd time the heart captain and future 2th commander had spoken and they were already bringing up family? It surprised the doctor considerably. "I'd gladly die for him and live a life of no regrets as long as he lived."
"I-it's too late to save you, Ace." Law was never one to deny the truth, he faced the facts even if they caused suffering. "But I can still save the one person you willing to die for!" The doctor promised, trying to get himself to stop crying. "I'm- so- sorry."
Law saw it
To the end of his life he was know that no matter how impossible it might seem, he saw it.
Ace
A transparent ghost of the man he loved, poking his hat with a light smile on his face. "No problem, awkward bastard"
This is AU...because, well, they didn't mean in cannon, did they?
Portgas D Ace rolled over and moaned to himself, rubbing his forehead. He drew his hand back in surprise when he felt the rough fabric of a bandage there. Opening his eyes nervously, he found himself confined to a hospital bed, slightly elevated, with the TV above murmuring informercials. He groaned, rubbing his forehead to the rhythm of his pounding headache.
“Not again,” he cursed.
“Again,” a voice answered from the doorway. He looked up to see a doctor standing there - a copper-skinned young man, with raven hair and sharp sideburns, three gold earrings and quite the collection of pattern-style tattoos. “Nothing serious, just a concussion. You were out for quite a while though.”
Ace fumbled around in his bedsheets, searching for his personal effects. Eventually, he found his phone. 4:00 AM, 12 missed calls, God knew how many text messages. Perfect. “Who are you?” he asked the man in the doorway, who was tapping his pen against the clipboard in his hand.
“Your doctor, Trafalgar Law. Nice to meet you, Portgas D Ace,” he responded. Ace realized his tone was rather sultry, almost beguiling in nature; it drew in the young man’s attention.
“I thought Doctor Hiluluk was my doctor,” Ace sniffed. He had liked the old man with the funky hairstyle who looked into his narcolepsy - despite the fact that Ace failed to respond to many medications, he continued to try. Ace's younger brother also enjoyed the presence of the young intern attached to him, a boy by the name of Chopper.
The new doctor moved across the room slowly, a slight saunter in his step. He invited himself to perch on the edge of Ace’s bed, crossing two long, lean legs. Ace noted that under his coat he was wearing a pair of ratty, spotted jeans. His eyes travelled upward to the hand that rested on one knee, a hand with the letters D-E-A-T-H inked on each finger, respectively. “And you don’t look much like a doctor,” he added.
Momentarily, Doctor Trafalgar frowned. “The department felt that Doctor Hiluluk’s...expertise...would be of better use elsewhere,” he answered.
“So he was fired,” Ace summarized.
The doctor didn’t respond to that. “And I may not look much like a doctor - in fact, I hear that quite often - but I’m the highest rated neurosurgeon in the country, perhaps the world.”
Ace raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Awfully young to have such a title, aren’t you?”
Doctor Trafalgar didn’t respond immediately. He placed a thin finger on his chin and scratched at his goatee, pondering for a second. His eyes trailed up and down Ace’s body, and despite the detached medical feel to the glance, Ace could not help but squirm uncomfortably.
“You are nothing like your brother,” Trafalgar finally surmised. “Although you look alike at first glance. Are you truly related?”
“Why, where’s Luffy?” Ace asked, avoiding the question.
“He’s here. He was the one who brought you after you fell asleep and nearly cracked your head open. He’s been occupying himself searching for food, since the cafeteria downstairs closed.” Trafalgar looked toward the doorway and flashed it a fond smile. “He’s...an interesting young man.”
Ace laughed at this, so hard that he slapped his own knee. “You could say that!” His doctor chuckled darkly along with him - a deep laugh that was nearly unsettling. For some reason, it drew Ace in even more. He found himself leaning closer to his doctor.
“No, we aren’t blood related,” he confided in the man. “Foster brothers, that’s all, but Luffy adopted me, so to speak.”
The doctor smiled fondly again, but he was tapping his pen against the clipboard, a sign of impatience. “Yes, I could see that happening.” Then he reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a small rectangular card, handing it to Ace.
Ace took the business card and fished around for his wallet, which he eventually found. He slid the card inside. “Thanks,” he said, “but I don’t understand...I don’t think my insurance covers world-famous neurosurgeons.”
Doctor Trafalgar initiated a curious gesture - his cold hand reached out and brushed the side of Ace’s face, tucking a strand of his wavy, dark hair behind his ear. “I picked your case. You will not face exorbitant medical fees. I am curious in your interesting...mind.”
The patient across from him laughed. “Want to pick my brain, huh?” he said, and then chuckled to himself at his awful joke.
The doctor didn’t laugh. He cradled his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow propping it up from his knee. “Exactly,” he answered, his voice low and husky.
Ace couldn’t help it - a wide smile broke out on his face, stretching from freckled cheek to cheek. “You know,” he said, leaning in further to the mysterious man across from him, “for a doctor...you are unbelievably sexy.”
The doctor drew back with a gasp at the forward nature of his patient, but it wasn’t long before a slow smile began to creep back on to his face. He drew closer to his patient, and placed a palm on his toned chest, running it up and down twice to feel the ripples of muscles underneath. “You mind may intrigue me, Mr. Portgas, but it is this body that -”
“OI ACE! ACE!” A loud crash echoed through the hallway, no doubt waking a dozen sleeping patients, before the sound of skidding sneakers came to a halt outside the door. The doctor hastily pulled his hand back from his patient’s chest and Ace fell backward on to the inclined bedspread. Frustration twitching their eyebrows and pursing their lips, both men glared at the doorway and the young man framed in it.
“You have got to try this chocolate cake, Ace, I’m glad you’re awake!” Luffy called, holding out a paper plate with half a slice of cake left on it. There were chocolate smears all around his mouth. “Oh, and hello, Doctor Traffy!”
“It’s Trafalgar,” the doctor murmured to himself, as though he had already given up hope.
Ace sighed heavily, and then allowed himself a deep, boisterous laugh. “Fine, Luffy, I’ll try it - bring it here.” As his brother scampered across the room, Ace realized that the doctor was creeping toward the doorway in the shadows, clipboard tucked under his arm.
“But after that,” he said loudly, which caused the doctor to turn around, “I think I’ll need a thorough check up, right, Doctor?” He winked, and watched as the tattooed man across the way sneered in the most devious of fashions.
“Yes, I’ll be right back to check on you, Mr. Portgas. Do behave yourself.”
As Ace dug into the cake in front of him with a plastic fork, the last thing on his mind was about tasting the sweet icing and Oreo crumbs - rather, he was imaging milk chocolate colored skin under his tongue, and when he bit down on it, it moaned in pleasure: low, sultry and beguiling. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t wait to have a narcoleptic attack again.
