"You're telling me Law can't remember anything either?" Summer asked, glancing incredulously around at the nodding crew. With a sigh she rubbed at her temple. "And how are we going to help him? I doubt he trusts any of you enough right now to trick him into the shower ruse."
"Hmm…" Casper paced the floor in front of him, a hand on his chin. Shachi and Parker copied his movements. Everyone was stumped.
"Is there anyone on board that he trusts at all?" She asked, starting to fear that they might not be able to help him. Casper pointed at her suddenly.
"He trusts you, lass. After all you were a 'captive' with him, at least in his mind."
"So it's up to me, huh?"
"It appears to be that way." Another sigh from her.
"Alright then. Shachi, Parker, come with me please." And she walked down the hall towards the infirmary, followed by her nakama.
"Captain, you have to try to remember." Penguin pleaded, but he only scowled.
"Quit calling me your captain. I am no such thing."
The men sighed, losing hope for their leader and friend. Not once in the past hour and a half had Law even started to gain his memories back, and it didn't look like anything they were doing to help was working.
The sound of the door unlocking is what captured everyone's attention, and the girl was hustled through the door with two men holding her elbows tightly. She sniffed loudly before being shoved inside.
Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief. She was still alive.
"Guys, let's regroup in the mess deck." One said, and the others followed. There were several questioning glances throughout the group of men, but they obeyed all the same. The door was locked and soon their footsteps disappeared as well.
"You're alright." He said, watching as the girl slowly made her way over to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Her hand went inside her shirt and she pulled out a knife. "Now let's get those ropes off of you."
"What did they do to you?" Was his first concern. Maybe she was scarred mentally? Psychologically tortured? She looked up from her cutting.
"They just asked me questions." Was all she said. The ropes holding his arms were now broken and they fell to the floor around him. She started on the ones around his torso.
"Were you able to get any information?"
"Not really." Several more ropes pooled around the chair legs.
There was a silence after that, the girl slowly untying him and himself watching her work. She was beautiful, he thought.
"There we go." She said, tossing the last of the ropes around his chest to the floor. Now there were only the ones wrapped around his feet, but she made no move to start on those.
"What are you doing?" He asked when she tossed the knife aside and sat on his lap, straddling his waist. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she looked at him through her eyelashes.
"Law, you don't remember?" She pouted, tilting her head to the side playfully. He swallowed thickly. Was this the same girl from two hours ago? And who was this Law? Was that his name?
"Remember what?" He managed to ask. His voice was huskier than he had wanted it to sound, but there was no fixing that. Not with a beautiful girl sitting right in your lap with one very sexy look about her.
"What we had." She answered. "Before you lost your memories."
"Umm…" She rested her head on his collarbone, sighing deeply into his shirt. The heat from her breath gave him goosebumps up and down his chest.
"Come back to me. I miss you."
If this is what he was missing by not remembering anything than, by God, he really wanted to remember. But as hard as he tried, nothing sprang back into his head.
"I don't remember." He half whispered, but she only smiled.
"Then let me help you."
The next thing he knew, her lips were on his. He hesitated for only a split second before responding to her kiss. Deftly, he was aware of her fingers running through his hair, tugging playfully at the wild strands.
He was thankful she had cut the ropes to his arms because they now snaked around her waist, his hands wandering her sides. Her body shivered against his and he almost moaned at the feeling.
He pulled her as close as he was able against his body, never breaking contact with their mouths. She snuck her tongue into the kiss and the battle for dominance began. She was bold, he had to admit. And he liked it.
He was the clear winner and she gave into his will. But only for a moment.
Her hands slipped from his hair and down his shoulders to his chest. She traced patterns into his hoodie, leaving trails of fire even through the fabric.
"Do you remember now?" She asked seductively, breaking off the kiss. They were both breathing heavily, debating whether to close the distance once more. His mind was foggy, and he had trouble recalling what the question was.
"Yes." He finally answered, and he had. He was the captain of the Heart Pirates, Surgeon of Death wanted by the Marines, sailing to find the world's most valuable treasure, One Piece.
Wait...why was Summer on his lap?
"What are you doing, Summer-ya?" His eyes went back into focus and he saw her expression was indifferent.
"Good. You remember." She tried to get up, but his arms were still around her waist. "You can let go now." He narrowed his eyes.
"I don't believe I take orders from you." He replied with a smirk, watching as she rolled her eyes.
"I didn't want it to come to this but…"
He was still reeling from the kiss and therefore didn't see the hand that was sailing its way to his face.
With a loud smack, Summer slapped the captain, jerking his head to the left. His arms around her loosened and she was able to retreat out of his reach.
"Sorry Captain, but it was necessary to get your memories back." She gave a little wink and knocked on the door. It was unlocked and she disappeared a moment later.
"Dammit…" Law muttered, rubbing his face where she had hit him. He was sure it had left a mark. It was hot to the touch, actually his entire face was. Which left him with another problem.
"Hey!" He shouted, hoping there was still someone in the hall. "Untie me!
He really needed a cold shower.
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