Silent Room

by opewaterlaw

Summary:

Before becoming the feared surgeon of death, Law was just a child in Flevance—a city where the calm was overtaken by ash.
This narrative follows his mind from childhood to adulthood, through loss, promises, and the search for a quiet peace amidst the torments of his life.
Marked by pain, he never believed he deserved more—until he met Luffy, who emerged as a gentle chaos that challenges everything Law had learned to hide.
A story of pain, survival, and hope. How Trafalgar Law discovered that, even after everything, there was still room for a light within him, and how Luffy, with a smile illuminated by freedom, showed him that life was still worth living.

Notes:

Hello! That's my first fic! So, Trafalgar Law is my favorite character in all media, and he has a very special place in my heart. So i'm writing this fic bc i want to make a deep analysis abt his charcter with some hcs of mine, and how he deals internally with all the events of his life. It's like if we could hear his thoughts trough all his life. After his past traumatic events, we gonna see him healing, and how Luffy has a BIG role in this, and eventually, they falling in love, and how this love will cure his wounds. I hope you enjoy this deep dive into Law's heart and soul !

Chapter 1: Why am I only hearing so many footsteps?

The gentle breeze of that city was the best possible alarm clock. The morning sun gently invaded my room, illuminating the books arranged on the shelf. The weather was pleasant, with a mild temperature. I got up early, around seven AM, and called my little sister for breakfast. “Lamiiii! Come have breakfast!”

[note: Law is 5 years old and Lami is 4 years old]

She sleeps like a rock. Waking her was always the first challenge of the day. 

“Lawww... I'm sooooo sleepy..." said Lami yawning

“Lami, today's the festival." I warned her

“FESTIVAL?! I'M ALREADY UP!” and then she FINALLY got out of the bed.

The annual Flevance festival was happening today. And the only way to get my sister out of bed so quickly was to mention it. 

Our parents woke up before us and left breakfast ready on the table. As it's a local holiday, they took the day off to join us in the celebration. They used to rotate shifts at the hospital so they could take care of Lami and me—they're both doctors, and the best ones! One day, I want to follow in their footsteps and become a doctor just as good and dedicated.

During breakfast, we talked and laughed together. Our family has always cherished these moments: meals together, outings, city festivals, afternoons in the park... I feel like one of the luckiest children in the world to have such incredible parents and a sister who, despite teasing me constantly, I love with all my heart.

Before the festival, I followed my study plan and reviewed some medical stuff with Dad. I work hard at studying, and they're always willing to help me. But then, Lami burst into the room, almost breaking down the door, and yelled:

“LAWWWW! STOP STUDYING! Let's go to the festival, pleeeeease! I'm starving!”

“If you're so hungry, go ahead, you little brat.” I sighed

“But it's no fun without my big brother to win the prizes at the tents for me... And so I can soak you when you win the water gun!” Lami groans.

She's always annoying me, but the truth is, I can't imagine my days without that high-pitched voice calling me "big brother." Her gentle way of speaking calms me, like a ray of light coming through the window and bringing the lightness of the blue sky. When she hugs me with her infectious laugh, everything seems more beautiful. It was then that our mother entered the room.

“Dad and I are going to make a quick visit to a patient. In half an hour, we'll be back to take you to the festival. That way, Law can finish his studies calmly!”

“But weren't you guys on break?” Lami asked suspiciously.

“Yes, we are. But it's an urgent case, related to a research project we're conducting. We just need to verify some information and collect data. We'll be back soon!”

“We love you so much, kids!” Dad said, hugging us tightly. Mom joined him, and we had our traditional group hug before they headed out the door.

When I finished my study routine, I came downstairs and found Lami immersed in one of our favorite comics: Sora, The Warrior of the Sea. We're both absolute fanatics about that series.

“LAMI! ARE YOU READING THE NEW COMIC WITHOUT ME?!”

“Of course not, Laaaaw! I'm just rereading the last chapter... There were some details I didn't notice before. LOOK AT THIS!”

We spent a good twenty minutes discussing theories and acting out scenes with our Sora figures. It was our favorite pastime.

“bro Law, since you're so involved in this medical stuff... I'm curious. Do you know what case our parents are investigating?” Lami asks with curiosity in her eyes.

“Actually, not really. Even they don't know for sure yet. The patient has had a high fever and weakness for almost a month, and now white spots have started appearing on his body. It's the first case like this here in Flevance, at least. For now, it's still a mystery, but our parents are dedicating themselves to the research.”

“I hope this person gets better soon... But they are with Mom and Dad, so she's definitely in good hands, right?” Lami said with a hopeful smile.

“You're absolutely right, little sister. You always know how to cheer me up.”

Soon, our parents arrived. Although they looked a little exhausted, they went straight to showering and putting their clothes in the wash—a typical routine after a day in the hospital. Shortly after, they took us to the festival.
It was a wonderful day! The city was filled with food stalls, games, and attractions. There was even a special show, but it was packed, and crowds aren't really my thing. So, I stayed with Lami at the tent with the *fishing game*—the one at our church, which we always visit. We tried to win a rare Sora comic, and in the end, guess who took it? That's right. Lami. And she didn't let anyone forget it for the rest of the day.

Meanwhile, our parents went to the show. That's how they met, so this singer had a special meaning to them. I didn't know this artist, only that he was tall, played a shark-shaped guitar, and wore stylish glasses. Most of the songs were for the oldies, but whenever he came to town, he'd include local songs—which was very touching.
After the show, we met back at the tent and explored the food stalls together. The Flevance cuisine is delicious—we ate a little of everything.  We ended the night by heading home, where we talked a little more, had dinner, and started getting ready for bed.

When I was already in bed, my parents and Lami came to my room, looking excited. It seemed they had something to tell me.

“Bro Law, close your eyes!”

I thought it was curious, but I obeyed; she seemed very excited.

“NO PEEPING! I CAN SEE YOU!”

“I won't open my eyes, Lami, I promise!”

Suddenly, I felt the three of them beside me, sitting on the bed. I waited until she said:

“Open your eyes, bro Law!”

And when I opened them... I just couldn't believe it.

“Son, remember when you went to the bathroom at the festival and we got lost? It was kind of on purpose, so sorry about that. But, your sister, your mom, and I stopped at a thrift store and found this. We were going to wait until Monday to give it to you, but Lami couldn't wait. Happy 6th birthday, Law! We love you so much, with our whole heart and souls!” 

“Lami found everything! It's so perfect. Thank you, daughter.” my mom said, overcome with emotion.

Each of one of them held a different coin. They were rare pieces, handpicked for my collection.

Lami brought a coin inspired by Warrior Sora's first adventure, in which he saved an entire city. In his honor, they created a coin with his face on it. It was an extremely rare and very old edition.

Dad was holding a commemorative coin marking an important milestone in Flevance medicine, issued years before my sister and I were born. It bore the symbol of medicine and the signatures of our parents, who participated in a major project at the time.

Mom held one of the city's oldest coins, bearing the image of an angel statue that still stands in the center of the square. In the background, the sun illuminated the landscape—a representation of Nika, a symbol of freedom and hope.

I was ecstatic. Tears flowed without me even realizing it. I hugged them all tightly. That gift, that gesture... It meant everything to me. If it weren't for them, I would have even forgotten my 6 year birthday was on Monday. We hugged tightly, and soon they started tickling me!

Last year, they gave me the hat I always wear. It all started as a joke, when we saw it in a store during our birthday outing. My mom put it on my head and said I looked adorable. Lami spent the day calling me "leopard," saying I looked like a snow leopard. In the end, I got the hat—and the cap with the same pattern, since I was torn between the two. I wear the hat often, but I cherish the cap.  What if one day I decide to change?

And then, I had an idea. I asked my mother to sew a small seam on the hat I wear so I could put the three coins they gave me for my birthday inside. And it was done quickly, and she even put a zipper on it. Now, wherever I go, this beautiful gesture will always be with me.

Soon, everyone went to bed. Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep, but ever since we were little, our parents have sung lullabies to help us. And it still works.

It was just another day in Flevance, but for me, every day there felt special. The annual festivals were my favorite—the city was full of colors, laughter, and good smells. I loved those times because I could forget about school for a while and just have fun. The other days, the routine was simple: school during the week, where we had lots of friends, and church on the weekend, which was also fun, especially because of the stories about Nika. 

Today is Saturday, so there was no school the next day, so we could sleep in and enjoy ourselves until we were tired.

Every Sunday, our family would gather for church in the late afternoon. It was not only an act of faith, but also a special moment of togetherness, a custom that had been passed down from our grandparents. The church was simple, with stained-glass windows that let in soft light, creating an almost magical atmosphere. There, we learned about Nika—the Sun God—and his philosophy of freedom, joy, and resilience in the face of pain. Lami was enchanted by the hymns and the stories about how Nika smiled even in the midst of suffering. She said she wanted to be like that when she grew up: strong, free... and always smiling.

At school, we had a lot of fun. We always learned new things, and my favorite subject was science—perhaps influenced by our parents. Lami, on the other hand, loved geography; she always said she would travel the world one day. Playing with our friends during recess was one of the best parts of the day, and the teachers were always very attentive to us.  Sometimes the homework was a bit boring, but our parents always found a way to help us—with patience and even a bit of humor.

I remember that Monday birthday fondly: When I arrived in class, the teachers had prepared sweets and decorated everything in my honor. They sang happy birthday—even though I was mortified—and, of course, Lami was there, clapping with a huge smile on her face. Later, at home, my parents prepared my favorite Flevance dish. We had dinner together, and afterward, Lami sang another happy birthday, as if the day wasn't already special enough. And there I was... embarrassed again.

Oh, how I love this place.

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[9 months later]

Lami woke up feeling unwell again. This had been happening for a week now—alternating between better days and relapses. And it worried me deeply.

The city was facing an outbreak of the so-called White Lead Disease—the same one our parents had been investigating the previous year. As soon as she complained of symptoms, Mom and Dad rushed her to the hospital where they were working at the time. Cases were rising at an alarming rate, and we had already been in quarantine for two weeks.

According to the research our parents had conducted, the disease wasn't contagious. The problem was that white lead was present in practically everything in the city: statues, silverware, household utensils, even home ornaments. And most seriously, it was believed that the poison accumulated hereditarily, passed from generation to generation. In other words, it was quite likely that almost all of us were infected without knowing it.

While Lami was in the hospital, I remained in my room, apprehensive.  It was then that I heard my parents' footsteps, carrying her back home. They carefully laid her down on the bed so as not to wake her. Then they called me into the living room to talk.

Their faces were red, their eyes filled with barely contained tears. Just by looking at them, I could sense what was coming. It was exactly what we'd feared most: Lami had been diagnosed with the disease. And when symptoms are already visible in tests, life expectancy is usually no more than three to four years.

Besides, her diagnosis meant something else... Most likely, our parents and I were also infected.

I felt a tsunami invade my chest, and the tears just came. My parents were also shaken, but they tried to remain calm as we hugged each other in silence.

“Dad... the festival is only three months away... Will we be okay by then?” I asked, sobbing. “I know you can do it... you're the best doctors! You'll find a cure... You'll save us!”

Mom and Dad looked at each other, sad smiles in their teary eyes, and we hugged even tighter.

[1 month later]

After the diagnosis, Lami began treatment at home, in a more cozy and familiar environment. The white spots were already spreading across her skin, and she was visibly weaker. Seeing my little sister in that state was unbearably painful, but we clung to hope. Our parents were working day and night to find a cure—and, according to them, they were very close.

Shortly after Lami's results, I was also diagnosed, along with Mom and Dad. Fortunately, our condition was in the early stages. Hers, on the other hand, had advanced aggressively—the disease starts silently, and then suddenly everything worsens.

Still, the outlook was good: the research team my parents were part of was seeing excellent results. A vaccine was nearing completion, and they believed we would soon have an effective treatment.

The festival was two months away. If all went well, we would be able to celebrate not just another year, but the victory over the disease that threatened our city.

Despite the chaos, Flevance never lost its sense of unity. Everyone tried to help as best they could. That day, my parents asked me to stay with Lami in her room while they took an important call. She had a high fever, so I sat next to her and started reading some stories about Sora, our comic book hero.

Even though she was sick, she always smiled brightly whenever we read together.

“Uuuuugh... big brother, my body aches all over... and everything's white…” Lami groans with a week voice.

“Hang in there, Lami... Daddy's the best doctor in the country. I know he'll figure this out. He'll save us.”

It was at that moment that we heard strange movements coming from the street. Screams, hurried footsteps, as if people were running away from something. Shrill sounds cut through the air like razors.

“What's that noise outside, bro Law?” 

“Ahhh, it must be the preparations for the festival! You know how lively Flevance is,” I replied, trying to distract her and keep her from worrying even more.

I heard my father on the phone in the living room, arguing with someone with a raised voice. He was urgently trying to get a hospital bed for Lami. But it seemed no one wanted to take her. They were claiming a lack of doctors and supplies. Dad was rightly outraged. I was too.

He said he would have to take her to the hospital himself because, on top of everything else, the World Government wasn't disclosing that the disease wasn't even caused by environmental contamination. They were hiding the truth.

And then, something even stranger happened.

A loud bang, as if a front door had been kicked in, echoed through the house. Immediately after, two more sharp, metallic sounds cut through the air. And footsteps. Lots of footsteps. It sounded like several people had broken into the house.

But why am I only hearing so many footsteps... and no sound from my parents anymore?

Notes:

I have to admit that i cried writing Law's birthday gifts🥲The next chapter it's gonna be VERY emotional. As you can notice, we're gonna see Law going through all the Flevance genocide. So prepare lots of tissues for that one!
I'm rly excited with this fic, and i'm loving to write it!

I promise i'm gonna try to update it frequently as soon as i can!!! due my university stuff.

English is not my first language, so sorry for any grammar mistakes !!!

Thank you so much for reading!!!! 😸 and feel free to leave some nice comments, kudos, advices and if u think abt some tag that i could add, let me know!

And thank you so much freshbakedBread for being my beta reader ❤️ and for corascream (on twitter) for helping me with some advices and reading too! ❤️

You can find me on twitter !!!

 

* SIDE NOTE: The fishing game involves a small tub with some plastic fish inside, then they give you a sort of makeshift fishing rod and you have to catch the fish with it. Each fish is worth a different prize, but you only know what it will be after you catch the fish. It's a very common game that we have here in Brazil in our June festivals. It just appeared in my head naturally bc it's a very popular game LOL

Chapter 2: To The Shiny Streets of Flevance til a name at Spider Miles

Notes:

!!! WARNING: this chapter is abt Law goin through the Flevance genocide, it's a rly tough theme, so be aware. There's gonna be elements abt suicide ideation too.

NOTE: I added in the last chapter that Law's mother sewed a small zipper into Law's hat so he could put the coins he got for his birthday inside, and now this gift is always with him!! This is an important detail!!! ❤️

so prepare your tissues and let's GO !!!

Two gunshots. Two sharp cuts in the fabric of my life, as if someone had ripped a painting in half that could never be restored. As if they had cut the skin of my life and ripped from it the entire future I would never know. After them, nothing could be sewn back together. I told Lami to hide in the closet for safety. She bent down and hugged my cap, which had the same pattern as the hat i'm wearing. 

Then she gave me one last smile and said, 

"It'll be okay, Bro Law. *The sun will always save our cold days with heat*, remember?" I gave her one last smile too, and a tight hug, and went downstairs to the living room.

But when I opened the door to check the living room... What I found was the beginning of this nightmare. Mom and Dad were there, their bodies frozen, covered in blood, sprawled on the floor, without a single sign of life. 

Then I heard a soldier’s's voice say, "Two infected were exterminated."  

The room where we used to laugh together, eat, and read comics was now stained with my parents' blood and marked by the dusty footprints of the soldiers who had scoured the place, hunting down any still-breathing citizen to end their lives with a single click.

My eyes became a painful storm, my heart felt like it was cracking, and all I could do was scream: “MOMMY! DADDY!” — hoping to wring their last breath. But nothing came.

And even worse was what I saw as I walked through the gate of my house. The scene etched itself in my mind like an eternal photograph: Flevance was in flames. Before me, the nun from the church my family attended and all my classmates… dead. 

Immediately, I remembered the nun's words from earlier that day: she said the government would save the children, that they would take them to safety, that I should go with her. But I couldn't abandon Lami. She assured me I could catch the next boat. I saw my friends crying for their parents, but still clinging to the promise of being saved and living for those they had lost. It was a lie. The government had only gathered everyone in one place to exterminate them without mercy. And they succeeded. The entire city was in ashes.

I tried to return to my house but it was already occupied by soldiers setting fire to everything. If I went back, I would surely be the next to die. Lami, my little sister, I'm not strong enough to fight off dozens of soldiers, Lami... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't go back to save you, Lami. She must be scared, alone, and sick, listening to all this chaos, not understanding anything.

So, I knelt before the bodies before me, tears in my eyes and an emptiness that seemed to devour my chest. The city where I was born, raised, made friends, and lived with my family... everything was gone. A year ago, there was joy, celebration, hope, laughter. Now, all that remained were flames, despair, cold bodies, and my tears falling to the ground, accompanied by the echo of my own cries.

In my head, my friends' cries from that morning still echoed: 

"Law, let's go together!"  

"I'll live!"  

The church nun's last words: "See? There's no despair in this world, Law-kun. Someone will always reach out to save you. " All those voices were silenced forever. 

My little sister's shrill voice also echoed: "Bro! Law!" I never imagined that... I would never hear that voice again, feel her warm embrace, see the smile that brightened even the worst of days.My father's voice teaching me medicine, and most importantly, my mother's angelic voice singing Flevance songs to lull us to sleep… Suddenly, everything fell silent. All that remained was the deafening roar of the storm inside my head—a brutal disaster. I wished the storm in my eyes could extinguish the fire engulfing my hometown.

It was said that Amber Lead would kill Flevance, covering it in white. But now it was gray, from the ashes of burned bodies; red, from the blood spilled by the navy; and orange, from the fire that devoured everything. In the end, it was humans themselves who destroyed this place. If only they had listened to my father, trusted science, believed the disease wasn't contagious… But no. Greed, prejudice, and ego spoke louder than our cries for mercy—cries that were silenced by the cold blast of the soldiers' guns.

What can I do now?

I've lost everything—my friends, my family, my city. What am I without them? What do I deserve to be? Why me? Why am I the only one alive? I'm so scared... I don't want to die, but at the same time, I don't want to exist.

The gunshots don't subside. The steady, heavy footsteps of the soldiers’ boots don't subside. The fire doesn't subside either. It's incessant chaos, a roar that seems to engulf everything around it... and inside me. I... I don't know what to do. I'm so scared.

I feel the presence of more soldiers approaching. The only way out is to hide so I don't get killed... but part of me thinks all this noise inside my head would quiet down if I just let these idiots pull the trigger. Even so, the fear is greater. I'm scared of them, scared of seeing them approaching. I don't even have the courage to end my own existence. And anyway... I know I'm already doomed. Three years, tops, until the Amber Lead takes me.

The deeper I sink into my thoughts and tears, the closer I become to the sound of boots. So, in an attempt to survive, I smear my own people's blood over my body and hide among the corpses, pretending to be dead. It's this or nothing. It's this... and pray they don't notice me.

It doesn't take long before I feel something moving. Hands rummage through the bodies. 

The distant sound of an engine begins to grow, mixed with the shuffling of footsteps and the voices of the soldiers.

"Unload the remaining bodies here!" a voice orders.

The cold, stiff bodies are removed from me, one by one, until I feel rough hands grab me and throw me into a truck. I fall onto a pile of dead bodies. More bodies are thrown on top, further choking the air. The door closes with a metallic clang.

Inside the container, there are only two small windows through which a thread of pale light occasionally filters through. Outside, it's night, but the moon still illuminates enough for me to see. And, ironically, before me is the nun from the church, lying on her back. 

Her hand, slumped toward me, almost seems to be reaching out.

"See? There's no despair in this world, Law-kun. Someone will always reach out to save you." Her words echo in my mind, but now they sound strange. I don't know if I deserve to be saved.

My gaze scans the interior and recognizes familiar faces. My classmates. I shift slightly, and in that instant, I feel the weight covering me… I recognize them immediately. My parents. My sister.

The pain is suffocating. I'm forced to cry silently, so the soldiers don't notice. In that tight, dark space, I think this will be the last time I feel the touch of the people who shaped my life, who brought smiles to my face and taught me the meaning of existence.

I shrink between them and hug Lami's small body. It's my last hug. The last drop of hope inside me fades along with the tears that flow in the silence.

Then I notice something under her shirt. When I check… It's my cap. With her last breath, she clung to the only memory she'd ever have of me. I hold her tighter against me, as if this could bring her back.

I lower my voice and begin to sing, just for us, our favorite song that my mother used to soothe our dreams. And so, still holding my sister, I fall asleep for the last time beside the people I love most… and, for the last time, I walk the Shiny Streets of Flevance.

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A thud wakes me. It's not the soft sound of waking up in the morning—it's the impact of my body being dragged out of the truck and thrown onto the ground like trash.

The sky is still pale, marked by the sunrise. I'm at the edge of a hill, near a river, and the soldiers are now transporting the bodies to a ship.

I wait. I watch every movement, every heavy step on the ground. I wait until they carry away some of the corpses and walk away from the truck.

I look at my parents and my sister, and I bid them a silent farewell, my last goodbye. I pick up the cap that was with Lami, hold my hat with my other hand… and run. I run like I've never run in my life.

For a moment, I look back—and see the soldiers removing the bodies of my family. It's the last time I see them. The tears won't stop flowing, but I try not to make a sound. My breath is shallow, and the air I take in just burns. All that matters is putting as much space as possible between myself and those worms who took everything from me.

I run until my legs burn. When I finally can't run any longer, I lean against a tree. I'm panting, my body trembling with hunger and thirst. I have no strength for anything else. Maybe half an hour of rest… that's all I can think about.

The tears come again. I can't help it. A suffocating mix of emptiness, sadness, and indignation takes over me. It feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest.

I pull my hat over my head and hug it to my chest. It still carries the scent of my little sister. I clutch it tighter, as if I can hold on to what little life I have left.

I hate the Navy. I hate the World Government. I hate what they did to Flevance, to my family, to me. They threw our bodies away as if they were nothing—less than nothing.

As I lay huddled, a ray of sunlight breaks through the leaves and hits me. I move to avoid the direct heat, and in the silence of the forest, I hear the jingle of coins inside my hat—the birthday present I received last year. The sound tears me apart and warms me at the same time, as if reminding me that, despite everything, there are still traces of who I was.

Exhausted, both inside and out, I make a makeshift pillow with my cap and hat, close my eyes, surrender, and fall asleep.

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It's been a year and a half since the tragedy. A year and a half surviving as best I can.

I basically live off what a few people give me when they take pity on a sick orphaned child—but always behind the shadow of my hat and cap. The moment they notice the Amber Lead stains on my skin, they recoil as if they've seen a ghost. They run from me as if I were a living plague, something that should have been exterminated along with my city. And even when I try to explain that the disease isn't contagious, it's too late... the person is already gone.

Sometimes I have no choice: I have to steal food to avoid starving to death. And I also discovered, overhearing, that this place is called Spider Miles. Not that it makes any difference.

Not long ago, I made my last attempt to go to a hospital. I thought, perhaps, someone could help me... but it's always the same. Disgusted looks. Whispers calling me a monster. Orders to leave immediately, as if my mere presence were a threat. I'm tired of running away, crying, being treated like something disposable.

Deep down, I think I'm just waiting for death. And, bitterly, it seems like that's the only hope I have left: that soon the Amber Lead will take me.

Sometimes, I watch from afar as families walk together, laughing, eating, sharing the kind of warmth I once knew. Longing for Flevance hits me so hard my chest aches. And, along with the longing, tears flow—tears of despair, anguish, and sadness.

Other times, they're tears of hate. Hatred for the Navy and the World Government, who act like moral high ground, as if they hadn't murdered an entire city in cold blood, as if our lives were nothing. Hatred for the people who venerate this farce, applauding the lie staged by the authorities.

But the hate isn't just against them. It's also against me. For being weak. For not being able to save Lami. For now, I'm a worthless child, begging for the bare minimum to survive, begging from those who look down on me. Sometimes, these voices are so loud in my head that no amount of silence can drown them out.

It all comes back like a movie, night after night, hour after hour. Nightmares haunt me—the Navy finding me, people running from me, hospitals throwing me out. I just want to silence these voices… but they grow louder and louder.

"Monster. Monster. Monster."

Maybe… I am one.

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It's been two and a half years since the genocide in Flevance. My body is getting weaker and weaker; sometimes I have a high fever, but it passes. And honestly… it doesn't matter. This disease will kill me anyway, and it won't be long before it does.

Things remain the same. Disgusted looks. Hurried steps when they notice the spots on my skin. Whispers calling me monstrous. And each time this happens, I feel more hatred. Hatred that grows like a poisonous root, spreading within me.

And, over time, this hatred began to take over me. I began to think: there are so many ruined people in the world—men who abuse those weaker than them, defenseless women or children… And, if I'm going to die anyway, why not take some of these vermin with me? My body may be weakened, but I know the human body. I know about poisonous herbs. I can kill.

The first time was a shock. It was night. I was leaning against a wall when I saw a man yelling at his ex-wife. He pushed her hard against the sidewalk and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Something inside me burned. It wasn't just anger—it was the accumulated hatred for everything and everyone. The Governor. The Navy. The people who turned me away. I found a knife when I went to the garbage dump where I usually look for food, and when I realized the guy was alone, I jumped on his neck and plunged the blade in.

Warm blood ran down my face. His body went cold. Then… silence. A panic attack gripped me. Tremors. Shortness of breath. But when dawn broke, I realized that the woman would no longer have to suffer at his hands. And for a moment, that made me feel something other than pain.

And that's how it began.

If I saw injustice, if someone was abusing someone who couldn't defend themselves, I found a way to put an end to it once and for all. The hatred, for a few minutes, seemed to evaporate, but at the same time, it gained strength.

In the end, I believe I've already taken the lives of five people. Not much, considering the size of the world… but a lot, for someone in my condition.

But i still feel empty. Every night I hug my cap and hat. When the sun hits the fabric, the coins from my seventh birthday shine inside. They are the last things left of Flevance. And soon, this illness will make me join them.

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[Three Years After the Flevance Genocide]

Three years have passed since Flevance was wiped off the map.

My body is increasingly fragile. The fever comes more frequently. The bitter taste in my mouth has become constant, as if every gulp of air was made of rust and poison. The Amber Lead is winning.

In Spider Miles, life continues with the same cynicism as always: people passing by, pretending I don't exist; looks of disgust, hurried footsteps away. I already know this theater by heart. But something different began to spread through the streets, between the alleys and the whispers. A name. A name spoken carefully, as if it carried enough weight to change destinies.

Hearing that name, something inside me—something I believed had already died—ignited. A spark. A last flicker of energy burning before the Amber Lead erases me completely.

I don't have the strength alone. Not enough to destroy everything and everyone who deserves it. But if this man is what they say… maybe he can give me what I need.

No matter the price. No matter what he asks me to do.

I need to find him.

I need to talk to Donquixote Doflamingo.

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 “The Shiny Streets of Flevance”  [Law's and Lami's favorite local song]

In the fields where flowers grow
Silver rivers gently flow.
Every beat of heart and every hand.
Builds the dream upon this land.

Oh, Flevance, shining bright,
Bathed in morning’s gentle light.
Under skies so pure and free,
Hope is always holding on to you, the light will make you see.

Children’s laughter fills the air,
Every table is set to share.
Songs of joy from old to new,
The sun is always brightening your view.

Oh, Flevance, shining bright,
Bathed in the morning's gentle light.
Under skies so pure and free,
Hope is always holding on to you, the light will make you see

Through the years, we’ll stand as one,
Guided by the golden sun.
Who illuminates all souls, and makes us believe.
Every dream is a vow we’ll keep.

We will dance along with this heartbeat.
*The sun will always save our cold days with heat .*
If one day, it’s help you seek
Nika is always holding your heart and lighining the way beneath your feet.

Oh, Flevance, shining bright,
Bathed in the morning's gentle light.
Under skies so pure and free,
Hope is always holding on to you, the light will make you see.

Notes:

my thoughs were just "NOOO LAW U DON'T HAVE TO FIND DOFLAMINGO PLZ 😭😭😭😭". I promise that even in the middle of this chaos, Law will have small moments of joy. There will be a lot of pain in these first chapters, but I promise that you will be rewarded with a lot of fluff and healing in the future.❤️ All i want for Law is some peace 😭

Also, writing the Shiny streets of Flevance was rly fun to do it !!! I love it so much!

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