Summary: While working with Ceasar Clown and his crew on SMILE, Trafalgar comes in to stop Ceasar. But instead of escaping with everyone, Ceasar pushes you toward Trafalgar in order to slow him down. Now Trafalgar wants information out of you, and you're being stubborn.
I tried a different spacing let me know how ya like it! I noticed my fics aren't spaced very well
"Will you all hurry up! I have to give these fruits to Doflamingo soon, or he'll crush me!" Ceasar said. Monet continued watching as some of the workers, including you, brought more fruits to Ceasar. Seeing that you were struggling the most, Monet sent you to feed the children their candy to keep them "safe" in the laboratory. As you headed down, which took a good twenty minutes to even get all the way to the side where the kids were, you heard a loud boom. Ignoring it, thinking it was just the pipes bringing supplies to Ceasar, you continued to move forward.
After feeding the kids and hearing their thank-yous about twenty times, and some of them trying to hug you without accidentally crushing your bones, you began to walk back to the lab where Ceasar and Monet were. Then you saw Ceasar rushing toward you and Monet flying as well. "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME, TRAFALGAR! UGH, THEY ALWAYS TRY TO STOP MY WORK!" you heard Ceasar yell. You were confused and in shock. As Ceasar rushed toward you, he smiled and dragged, or rather pushed, you toward Trafalgar, making him stumble as he caught you.
Trafalgar also watched as Ceasar laughed and ran off. You pushed Trafalgar and tried to escape, but to your demise and betrayal, he caught you again, locking you in place. He got his crew to bring you back to the ship. Once back, he had you tied up in one of the rooms. It looked like a medical room, odd and eerie, and it was so cold.
"LET ME GO! I..." Before you could finish your sentence, someone put tape over your mouth. After a while, Trafalgar came into the room. "How unlucky for you to get caught. Sad how Ceasar betrays his own crew. Oh well. I'm going to ask some questions. Answer, and I might just let you go." You already knew not to believe that. "I'm not answering you, Law," you snapped back.
Law shrugged. "Fine, have it your way. I'm just going to keep pestering you until you break." "Pestering? What did he mean by that?" you asked yourself. Abruptly, he used his power. "Room..." "Hey! Hey! Stop that! What are you doing..." "Shambles!" Your body was severed, and some parts moved to a surgical table.
Law went toward it and strapped your body parts down. The only part of you not on the table was your head. "Now I'm going to ask my first question. Where are the kids, and secondly, where is your whole supply of SMILE?" You shook your severed head. "I'm not answering you! I don't know!" Trafalgar kept his patience. "Keep acting like a fool, and I'll make you into one."
"You think I'm scared of your little threat? Once I'm out of here, I'm making sure Ceasar is out and safe." Trafalgar laughed. "You do realize that Ceasar ran away from me, correct? He threw you to save his own ass." You looked away. "Look. Just answer the questions, and you can get out of this." "No! I'm not answering you. I don't remember anything."
Trafalgar sighed. "You don't remember anything, huh?" A finger poked your side, causing your body to jump. How was that possible if your head was far away? "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" "Stop acting foolish and answer my questions." "I told you I don't remember anything!" "You clowns sure enjoy annoying people, huh?"
You laughed, knowing you were getting under his skin. Trafalgar looked at you smugly. "Oh? Something funny?" You shook your head. "Oh! No, no..." Trafalgar poked your belly this time. "Ack! Shit! What..." "Hmm... sensitive body, huh?" "What!? No! I'm not!" You were panicking, confused even.
"Clowns and fools like you enjoy laughing so much, so much that you even named a fruit SMILE." "What are you about to do...?" "Don't get nervous on me now. You were just laughing at me a second ago, thinking you got under my skin. So now, I'm going to get under yours." That was the last thing you heard from Trafalgar before two hands clasped onto your sides. "Hey! Hey! No!" Trafalgar didn't listen; his fingers twitched against your sides.
"G-gehehet! Gehehet the hell ohohoff me!" "Answer my question, fool." "Nehehever!" Trafalgar shrugged. "Guess I'm not stopping, then." "Ahahahah!" His fingers were faster and precise, something you'd expect from a doctor. "Gehehet aaahaha ouu!" You couldn't control any sound coming out of you.
Trafalgar's hand tickled over to your belly. "Aahhah! Shit! Shihihit! Sthohop!" you choked out. You snickered at the tickling, trying to hold your laughter back. Trafalgar noticed your stomach was tucked in. He knew what you were doing, so he poked your belly button, making you gasp. "AH! Ah! No! Wait!" "I'm not stopping until I hear what I want."
"I'm nohohot telling you!" "Oh, so you do remember?" "I, I mean! No! Iahaha..." "...What a fool you are." "I am not a fool!" "You're giggling like one." "Fuck you!" "Oh?"
Trafalgar went to your hips, rolling his thumb in the bone and watching as your body arched and jerked away from him. You were trying so hard to contain yourself. "Get get get get! Off! Of me! I, ahahahaha! St-stoahahh!" Trafalgar noticed you were breaking, slowly but surely. He stopped for a second, only to grab something soft. You thought you were finally getting a break.
"Are you feather-sensitive?" asked Law. "...What? What type of question is that? No, I'm not." Trafalgar took your shoes and socks off, swiping the feather up your sole. Your foot arched back, and you choked on a mountain of giggles. "You sure you aren't feather-sensitive?" "Whahat the fuck! Stop that!" "Never mind, you just didn't know you were. How interesting."
The feather went between your toes, causing you to actually break out laughing. "There you go. Let it out, fool..." "AHA! Ahahahah! Ahahaaha! Stop thahat! Stoahahahah! Shihit! Ahiahahah!" Trafalgar pulled the feather back, stopping again. "Where do you get the SMILE fruit from?" "I, ihihihi, I don't know!" Trafalgar sighed. "Your funeral."
He went back up to your thighs, tickling under your knee. Your severed head shook, knocking itself over on the ground. Your body shook and squirmed, but to no avail. "Weak spot?" You couldn't get your words out from how much you were laughing to even answer him. Trafalgar's hands shot up to your hips, a smug smile curling at his lips as he watched your shocked body force out a squeal. "Are you going to give in yet?" he asked.
This was beginning to torture you. At first, it was silly, but now this wasn't going to stop unless you spoke. Yet you knew if you spoke, more questions would come, and nobody dared to fight Ceasar and Doffy. "NO! Juhuhust! Ahahahaha! Ahahah! Ack! Sthohop! Plehehaease!" "What did I tell you before? I'm starting to think you like this." Embarrassed by his words, you tried to jolt your body away.
He stopped and brought your head back to your body. Seeing how flustered you were by his earlier comment, that creepy smile was back on his face, and yet you liked that creepy smile. Once your body was finally all attached again, Trafalgar took your restrained arms and re-restrained them upward. His face was close to yours. "Speak, or I'll make this worse." You smiled at him. "I'm not answering you, and plus, what makes you think I'm close to answering just because you're using such a childish method?"
Trafalgar looked a little pissed at that. "...Okay, fine then. Don't say I didn't warn you." His nails were gentle at first, going up under the shirt you wore. That was until you felt every nerve ending in your armpits set aflame as he dragged down. Your head shook frantically as you dissolved into laughter. It was driving you crazy having to hear your own laughter. Trafalgar's fingers showed no mercy as they continued with precise movements.
His hands tickled down your armpits to your ribs, massaging the first few. As you were cackling, he bent his head down. "Wahahhat arhahare yohohou dohohoing?! AhahahhaAA! Not that! NOHOHOT THAHAT!" you squealed out as you felt something nibbling on your side rib. Arching and trying to shake Trafalgar off wasn't working from how weak you were becoming. "I see why Bepo enjoys doing this to the others..." Trafalgar said, talking into your side. He thought to himself how childish this was going to be, but it was working. "Tickle tickle tickle, ah tickle tickle tickle," he said, cringing to himself.
"AHAHAHA! AHAHAAA! STOP THAT SHIT! IHIHIT TICKLES! AHAHAHA! SHIT!" Trafalgar didn't stop; instead, he went down further, blowing raspberries into the sides of your stomach and above the navel. You pulled at your restraints, one arm breaking loose as you reached out to stop him, but he caught you first. Looking at your face, he saw your red eyes were filled with tears. "Oh? Finally snapped?" he asked, seeing you panting. "I guess the restraints aren't tight enough."
You watched as you fought him to try and get out. This tickling was going to break you one way or another. Trafalgar poked your belly and swirled around your navel to surprise you. A surprised chortle escaped your lips. He got your arm back down, having no choice but to tighten the restraints. "You continue this, Trafalgar, and I'm so going to tell Ceasar once I'm out," you snapped, still trying to be stubborn despite the fact that you now feared those precise fingers.
Trafalgar looked at you coldly. "You think you're getting out of here? Not until you tell me what I want." You had honestly forgotten what he wanted, but who cared? Trafalgar lifted your shirt up, watching as you sucked in your stomach. You looked down as something cold touched your skin. "Ahh! Cold..." "It's lotion." "Huh? Lotion? Why would you put that on? Tryna seduce me now?"
Trafalgar began tickling your belly. His hand swirled around in a circle while his nails scratched against your skin without friction. "Nope. I'm stopping friction. I think I gave you too many chances to hold in laughter," he said, watching you laugh again, reaching a new octave with every circle he made. He kept going. "Tell me how Ceasar uses his power." You shook your head. His hands shot to your hips again. "AHAHAH! NO! PLEHEHEASE!" "Tell me." "NO!"
His hands shot down to your thighs. You had never felt more shock or tingling in your body before. Trafalgar looked as your eyes went wide in shock. "...Found it." He watched as your body lost control of itself, jumping, arching, squirming, and trying its hardest to get away. "SHIT! SHIT! AHAHA!" "I'm not tickling you. Why are you laughing?" You were even more embarrassed now, but that slowly left your mind when you felt his hand curl into a claw.
"NO DAMMIT! STHAHAP!" "Sensitive to nibbling and raspberries, but also too ticklish on your thighs. How do you walk around Ceasar if his body is gas? Wouldn't it feel like everything was tickling you?" he asked. "I don't know! I don't know! I never considered that! Just get away from my thighs!" Trafalgar began tickling your inner thighs. He knew how to tickle someone, and it was torturing you. Finally losing composure felt oddly good. You actually enjoyed laughing your head off, but any longer would kill you.
Trafalgar shot down to your feet again, tickling the very middle of the sole, a part where it felt basically impossible to escape. "AAHAHAHAH! OKAY! OKAY PLEHAHAHSE! I'LL ANSWER!" Trafalgar stopped. "Go on." You were panting and still giggling. "H-he doesn't tell us! H-he uses his power or body, I don't know what it is, to make the fruits! He uses some liquid as well! Some chemical! That's all I know, I promise!" Trafalgar removed his hands from you fully.
"...And where are the kids?" "In another part of the building! It's a twenty-minute walk from his lab." Trafalgar sighed. "Alright. I can't do anything with you now, and you have no idea where he is." He let you go, dropping you back off on the island and leaving with his crew. Your body was weak as you walked off, soon getting back to the building.
