What Have I Gotten Myself Into? (Trafalgar Law Romance)

Kitty Got Claws

Weeks passed since the incident occurred and Amina became a pro at dodging the Captain. Meal times were unavoidable moments to see the Captain. Usually she got a seat far away from the head of the table but he always managed to watch her. This more than often made her so nervous that she spilled food all over herself, which the entire crew made fun of her for.

Tonight is the neko's turn to clear the dishes. It just so happened to be the night the sadistic Captain stayed to help.

"Go away Law! I can do this myself," she hisses. Her whole body senses his presence whenever he is near. 

He snatches the stack of dishes from her hand and proceeds to the kitchen where he leaves them in the sink for the next member to do his chore. Hastily, he throws her over his shoulder and exits the room.

"Hey!"

He ignores her flailing about.

"Dumbass! Put me down!" She begins to claw his back up.

"If you're trying to convince me to put you down that's not the way to do it. In fact I might very well select a different destination to take you."

Instantly she drops the action. "Where are you taking me?" she pouts.

"To the training room. I'm going to help you work with your power. Someone who is not a devil fruit user can only train you so much. I bet you haven't even begun to grasp your powers."

I hate the fact that he is right.

Reaching their stop he throws her into the room.

"Hey!"

"Don't hey me, get up. We have work to do."

"Zoan fruit users don't have to transform their whole bodies. For instance, you could concentrate on your nails. Make them appear and retract. And your ears work on making them appear when you want to heighten your sense of hearing. These are all simple things that can be of use. Your kitten stage won't be much use for fighting an opponent in the least."

Sighing, the crew member did as her captain demands. She closes her eyes and takes in a huge breath. Focusing on her fingertips she thinks about them getting sharper. Knives. Like knives. 

Trafalgar takes a seat on the opposite wall and watches as her face scrunches up multiple times. Every so often she'd open and glance at her hands to see if she made any progress. Upon seeing none she'd hiss and growl to herself and shut her eyes again. She looks like she's about to explode, he thought with amusement. At least Zoan users have it easy. It's all focus on the physical aspect. Good thing she didn't get a Logia. 

"I give up!" she exclaims after what feels like hours. The teen plops on the floor and groans loudly.

"You didn't accomplish anything and you're already giving up?" he raises an eyebrow. She doesn't seem like the type to just give up.

Propping herself on her knees, she crawls on all fours over to her unusual trainer. "Fuzzy Hat I don't get this at all!" another whine escapes her lips and she straddles his hips. "Are you hearing me?~"

With a single finger he traces her jawline with his finger invoking a purr from her. "Patience my Kitten. And you are to call me Captain."

The motion calms her down and she leans in closer to him.

"Think of a cat. You're thinking too hard on this."

"Mhmmm, a cat. Got it," not even paying attention she presses her face up against his neck and rubs up against it.