The boy of sea and storm

Chapter 1: The Fire

I've been working on this fanfic for several months. It was a long and arduous job, but incredibly beautiful to do. I really enjoy writing it and the quarantine, although in a tragic situation that I hope will end soon, it also gave me time to sit down and write. I decided to publish the first chapter in a rush of energy, but it is almost finished. I'm only missing the last chapter.

Thank you Daena Blackfyre for always being there, listening to my complaints, giving me ideas and putting together the fanfic Spotify list with all the songs that Luffy and Law dance. Thank you for being the perfect Torao for my Luffy and loving me so much. Thank you also Chainedkura for always supporting us, reading us to death, translating and laughing at the bullshit we do, and Dan.delionwine, my best friend, for reading the whole story in just one day and drawing me beautiful sketches of Luffy and Law, I adore you ♥

This fanfic is a translation made by my friend Chainedkura, thanks for always standing firm next to the cannon.

Disclaimer: One Piece doesn't belong to me, it would be chaotic if I did.

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The coffee from the hospital vending machine was really bitter. It had a reputation for being nasty, and North Blue workers often avoided it. Law was not the case. The bitter, almost burned taste woke him up enough not to fall asleep from lack of sleep at night. It was questionable and dangerous for a doctor to depend on coffee to work, but Law knew himself well enough to know what his bearable quota of not sleeping was.

"You are the only one who can drink that." Shachi's disgusted face amused him. He looked at the thermal cup in disgust.

"It rivals the bitterness of his heart," Penguin teased, and Law rolled his eyes.

"He's not bitter!" Bepo, the youngest of the group, defended him. In some way that Law still couldn't understand, he had developed a fascination for him. He was their defender of Shachi and Penguin's accusations. "He is just misunderstood."

Their friends burst into laughter and a nurse passing by in the hallway glared at them because of the fuss. The breakroom used to be quiet if those three weren't there. When Law spent time alone there he became depressed; appreciating the quiet solitude, but missing the commotion of his companions. Always full of dissatisfaction.

On second thought, he understood why those three disliked the bitter coffee from the vending machine. They were too sweet and happy to bear that amount of bitterness. They already had Law for that. He smiled covering the curve of his mouth with the rim of the cup and finished drinking it.

"We have to get back to work." He looked at his watch and calmly checked the forms. "I have a planned surgery today, you guys?"

The three looked at their papers. It seemed a calm and normal day, without alterations. That's how Law preferred them.

"I have an appendix and a gallbladder operation," Shachi pointed out. He was a general surgeon, and the one who referred patients to other types of surgeons like them.

"I have a C-section," said Penguin, who specialized in childbirth.

"I only have surgery consultations." Bepo left his papers on the table and put on his medical uniform. He was a pediatric surgeon, the children loved him very much.

Law threw the plastic cup into the trash bin and walked ahead of his friends. They walked down the hall together until they separated into different rooms and continued to work. They did not leave at the same time, but sometimes they met in the hallways, in between runs, looking for nurses, doctors, supplies or whatever was necessary.