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"Bonney!" I jumped from the door, flying across the room to the waiting girl on the covered bed. We hugged tightly.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?!" She excitedly but with confusion gazed to my direction, her entire exterior tired and decorated with black circles under her eyes.

"Visiting you, duh! I'm so happy you are alright now!" I beamed, somehow able to drop the previous uncomfortable conversation that I was also involved in.

"Ouch, Y/n you are strangling me!" Bonney complained sternly, so I backed away for an inch or two, separating the excruciatingly tight hold into a more relaxed. "That's better." The pinkette sighed, but the immediately, as if she had seen a ghost, gasped. "I should be the one surprised! You don't seem injured at all!" Her eyes flicked to my uncovered limbs, a few scratches lingering down the skin but nothing fatal looking from that. Well, except from the wound on my back.

I giggled, sitting myself beside her, throwing my head on the white sheets. The warmth and the smell very probably the proof that someone actually slept here. "Law is an enormous douchebag, but nevertheless he is an incredible doctor. With or without manners. Or respect... Now that I say it aloud, it's quite ironic, isn't it. A doctor and a mafia boss?" I huffed. "Is that even possible to accomplish? Ya know, based on the prime occupation?"

"Ohoho, you would be surprised what sort of things we are allowed to do."

I cringed while narrowing my eyes at the sudden thought. "That sounds...a bit...odd." I honestly said, my arms supporting my head on the mattress while nonchalantly examining the white ceiling above me.

"Guess what my side job is." Bonney continued with the pestering.

I hummed. Bonney's side job? Maybe...Hold on! I tugged my head to her direction, wide-eyed. "Wait, you have one?!"

"Yep!" She proudly confirmed, showing off the perfectly lined teeth and her make-up applied lips with an abnormal efficiency.

I waited, blinked couple of times too, but the next stage of response didn't seem to reach her.

"...Are you going to tell me or...?"

"A make-up artist!"

I exhaled.

"Hmmm...ok...Sure...Let's go with that...Oh yeah, they said we should pack our thing cause we are departing in an hou-"

"Are you even listening to me? I'm not joking!" She abruptly barged into mid-sentence, not so pleased with me ignoring her.

"You are not?" I skeptically acquired, confused whether I should believe or not. "So you are really a ...?"

"Make-up artist. Yes. And I can make anyone look 10 years younger... Or older. It depends on the customer's taste." Bonney had rolled her eyes before she began glorying her nail, a small frown appearing between the edges of her brows. "I'm telling ya, some people are a bit too eccentric."

Why can't I imagine Bonney working? It's like, instead of an eye-shadow palette and a blending brush in her hands, I only see loaded guns and sharpened knives, ready to be thrown at a target.

"If we are already discussing about it, do the others also have an extra job? "

Taking her sweet time, she grunted while pressing her fingers to the temple and slowly massaging it. When bits of information popped all of a sudden, she slammed her palms together, pleased. "Oh, Bartolomeo runs a chain of restaurants, while Bege...Well...I'm not entirely, like 100% sure what he does for a cover living, but... He is a businessman. I guess." She hummed, closing her eyes in concentration. "And Kid... I think he is doing something connected with mechanics or something... Idk. Cars don't interest me."

"Is that so..." I pondered. "

Seconds passed into nothingness when Bonney's smile vanished. She got up abruptly and replaced the cozy spot on the bed, leaving for the bathroom. A minute later, I heard the opened tap and the pinkette's groaning. "Didn't you say we are leaving in one hour? Jeez, you are such a procrastinator, Y/n. I've got so much stuff to pack!"

Was she really drugged? Or was all of it just my imagination? Either way, that girl is bossy...

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I saw plenty of beautiful thing throughout my life, but this topped everything. Driving approximately for five hours, the green leaved trees kindly greeted us to the wood's mouth aka entrance high up in the mountains. Before we came, I had overheard something about the house being a vacation villa, only used during wintery times but never during summer. Of course its state wasn't neglected. The cleaning quarters were ordered to keep the place spotless, to add all up, they were even convinced not to mind the absence of the house's rightful owner and tend the estate through all seasons.

Leaning my forehead to the cold window's glass, I excitedly gazed at the exquisite mountain-modern design and mutely wondered if Law knew what he was missing out. Yes, it was built low key in a secluded area, but nevertheless, it had so many charms to it. When we arrived to the porch, I jumped out of my seat and with others stuck to my side, sprinted towards the entrance door, passing the bamboo stokes.

"You are too eager. It's just a house."

"But it's beautiful!" I said, defending my beliefs while avoiding his gaze. The male on the other hand, seemed annoyed by the lack of contact and was preparing to say something else, but got interrupted. "Kid, can I talk to you for a minute?" The blonde's yes flickered to me, quietly asking for my permission. I simple-mindedly nodded. "Thanks."

And with that going on, I had enough time to look around the inside of the mansion and making a short list of all the rooms. Bonney, of course joining my quest, selfishly beamed: "I'm calling dips on the third bedroom!"

"Why exactly that one? Aren't all the same?" I confusingly asked, flashing back to the seen rooms. I hadn't detected any significant difference between them, except for the bed size, so sincerely speaking, all the hype and fuss about it was a bit off.

"It's all about the bed. The Queens's bed. But it is not just that!"

"It isn't?"

"Tch, of course not! It has a stand-alone and a steam shower with a bathtub." She snapped her fingers. "And the kitchen is less than 15 meters away. But anyhow..." Walking down the exposed wooden beams in the hallway, we reached the peak of the house, entering the patio. "Where are you sleeping?"

A bit dumb-founded, I was stricken with shock at the realization of not thinking about myself at all. "So, uhm..." I cleared my throat and stared down into the white rug. "I'll just take one that isn't occupied..."

"Y/n, you don't have any special preferences?"

"...Uhm...I guess not?" I said in an unusual high pitched voice, sounding more like question rather than a statement.

"What are you doing, Bonney?" We both turned to the source of the racket.

The pinkette disappointingly grimaced, huffing at the greenette that was casually leaning on the door frame. "Oh, it' s only you." The disinterest would have hurt anyone that actually had a soul, but I it was more than enough to proof from this situation that Bartolomeo, apparently, didn't have one. "What? Got kicked out of the 'Big boys club' and now you are trying to apply for our little group?" She pointed her index finger right to his face, grinning while doing so. "Nah, you don't reach the certain standards. Sorry. It's still a decade too early for you."

"H-a, h-a. So funny, Bonney." He frowns. "You two were talking about staying arrangements, weren't you?"

"Uhm, yes?" Was that guy eavesdropping?

...

Definitely.

"Well, because of a certain large crowd that simply accommodated itself here, at this vacation house, that was a properly enough large estate for comfortable living...There was a change in room sorting, so there are going to be two in one room instead of only one."

"What?!"

"But don't you worry, pinky. You are getting your own space. No one wants any cocky parasites of yours tainting their vicinity."

"Bastard!" She showed him the middle finger, her face crunched in anger. But somehow I didn't really feel the hostile vibes, it was more like messing around and insulting in pure fun.

His laughter erupted on the yard. "Why, thank you!"

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If you are not very careful

Your possessions will possess you

TV taught me how to feel

Now real life has no appeal

It has no appeal, it has no appeal

It has no appeal, it has no appeal

It has no appeal!

"You okay?" I heard the pinkette say.

"Me?" I asked, looking up. "Yeah! Fine! I won't be long, so you don't have to wait for me." She had thrown me a sidelong glance before she shrugged. "If you say so, Y/n. Goodnight-"

"Goodnight!" I yelled from the kitchen, while Bonney, half-asleep and yawning, wandered back to her 'exclusive' room. It was exactly 1.00 am. And not an ounce of tiredness reached me. What was worse, I felt like I had all the necessary energy to function physically, while I was dead mentally.

Sitting quietly on the spinning chair, I let the time pass until the frustration abandoned me right when the hour clock showed 2.00 am. If it weren't for my persuasion, I wouldn't have left the lonely white kitchen and head to sleep. I held my breath, lightly stepping into the hallway and every rustle beneath my feet made me anxious. It was like that the entire way to my room. I emphasized on the word my.

Bunch of guys stayed here, making me and Bonney in quantity disadvantage, so it was decided for me to get my own room. It was three times smaller than the pinkette's but there wasn't so much space for complains. I did refuse all of the others.

I know exactly what I want and who I wanna to be
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!

I exhaled after I had stepped into the wooden bedroom, my hand locked on the handle like I was scared for my dear life. What am I actually doing here? What would dad say? Would he have tried to stop me?

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die
I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fail, gonna da-da-da-da-die

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