Trafalgar Law (
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[For the first month Law had Kyoko coming to his office once a week for a check-up. The first week he ran labs of all kinds to make sure her body was doing everything it was supposed to (she whined and complained the entire time). After that it was all very routine -- checking her heart, her breathing, her blood pressure, and her reflexes. He asked all the standard questions, followed all the standard procedures. It was a precaution and nothing more.
This was a different world. The rules he was used to back home might not have applied quite like he was used to. Not only that, but Kyoko's body had been without her soul for so long that he just wanted to make sure nothing had the chance to go wrong.
All in all she was in great health. She had some lingering cuts and bruises from her previous fights that she could no longer magic away, but other than that there was nothing wrong with her. She was a perfectly healthy fourteen year old girl.
And he was glad. So, so very glad. Kyoko was able to start living a normal life again. She'd told him that she even started going back to school (something her little brother had been thrilled about). Seeing her smiling and happy and living was wonderful. It filled him with a sense of pride, a sense of fulfillment that he'd never felt before.
He did something worthwhile. He did something that would have made Cora-san proud.
After that first month she started to develop a slight pallid look to her skin. It might have been nothing to worry about, perhaps she had caught a bit of a bug, but nonetheless Law advised her to come back two weeks. She complained, of course. After all, he had promised her that after the first month he would only have her come back once a month, but her health and well-being was more important than a minor inconvenience and a short visit to the doctor.
Two weeks later and here they are. Kyoko up on the examination table while Law busied himself with taking her vitals.
She still looked pale.]
How are you feeling, Kyoko? Any better?
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It sounds wrong. Twisted. Tainted.
It's something he doesn't deserve anymore. He doesn't deserve that respect. He's lost that right. He promised he could cure her. He promised he could free her. He promised so many things with an action that was so simple to preform. Law never thought about the consequences, of what might happen should things go wrong. No, no, that's not true, he always thought about the consequences, but he never thought... he never truly believed it would happen. He never wanted it to come to this. It was never supposed to come to this.
Law wanted to help her. He wanted to make a difference in the life of this one child, this one girl who had everything taken away from her. He wanted to give her life back to her. He wanted to destroy the chains that bound her and let her truly be free again. He could never thank Cora-san for what he did for him and now that he's no longer in his own world he can't even avenge him, this... this was all he could do to repay him. All he could do was pay that kindness, that selflessness, forward and now...
Now it was all wrong. Everything was wrong.
He reaches towards Kyoko but she backs away.
Was it him? He couldn't blame her if that was the case. If she was so disgusted by him, if she wanted nothing to do with the liar who ruined her chance at life.
It stings. It turns in his stomach and sits and festers and something hot pricks behind his eyes but he forces the feeling away because it's one that doesn't belong to him. One he doesn't deserve. One she doesn't need to see.
Law reaches out, thinks better of it and drops his hand by his side. He'll wait for her to make the first move. He shouldn't be making assumption right now.]
I know.
[He hates it too.]
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I'm disgusting, aren't I?
[He's seen that too. By now, he must have realized it.]
This body... Is disgusting, isn't it? This soul... What the Hell is that supposed to be...?
[There's a choked sound that's something between a laugh and a sob. She doesn't know what she's saying, doesn't care.]
Can you still look at me the same way? Could you still touch me? You couldn't, right?
[She shakes her head.]
Not even my father could, y'know...
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It's worse. It's so much worse than her hating him. It's so much worse because she feels like she's a monster. That she doesn't deserve to be loved and treated as a person.
He doesn't say anything. There's no reason to when all he has to do is one thing:
Law reaches out and pulls her into a tight hug. He holds her there, holds her close to his body as she sobs and cries and chokes and he won't let go. He won't because she's not disgusting. She's not a monster. She's not a witch. She's Kyoko. That's all and he cares for her just the same as he did before.]
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She buries herself against him, hugs him so tight that she's sure he'll break. She wails and clings and wishes that she hadn't made that choice. That she'd never made any of them. She wishes that he would leave. It'd make it so much easier if he did, but she doesn't want to and she couldn't stand to be alone right now.]
Law... I'm sorry...
[The apologies spill out one after another. Kyoko doesn't know why she's apologizing. She hasn't for a long time, but she knows she has to. She's certain that she spend the rest of her life doing so. There's something that she's done, something about what she is, that she could never make up for.]
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All he does is quietly rub her back, gently stroke her hair, hold her tight as her tears stain his shirt and her fingers dig desperately into the fabric.
He's not going anywhere. He'll be here for as long as she needs him to be here. He'll listen to all of her unneeded broken apologies, every sob, and every sniffle.]
Don't apologize. You don't have anything to be sorry for.
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Just for a little while she can. His tight grip means that she's alright, still in one piece. His kind words mean can mean that she's still loved. Still worth something.]
...
Can you stay with me for awhile longer?
[Her voice is quiet, timid, almost certain that he'll say no. She clings tighter in response to that unspoken answer with an equally silent request.
Don't let go. Please.]
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He's responsible for this and he wasn't about to let her down again.]
Of course. As long as you need.
[And he won't let go, either.]