The Punk Hazard Asylum for the Mentally Deranged.

Eustass Kid could not fathom why he was here.

He had expected to be placed in jail, or some place relatively sane at least- he had killed several people, after all- but noooo, someone had thought that his playing in the blood of those he'd slaughtered was 'inhuman' and 'insane'. He was just splashing in the red puddles. Bunch of pussies...

So now he was here, wrapped up in a straitjacket and sitting in a completely white, padded room, and had been for two weeks; his only companion taking the form of a security camera with a little red light that blinked on and off every two seconds.

So, when the light stopped blinking and the doors finally opened, Kid couldn't help but stand.

In walked a dark skinned man in an attire similar to Kid's own, the only difference was that the man's white jacket belonged to a doctor and he wore slippers on his feet.

The man held out a chart and pursed his lips as he took a pen out from behind a pierced ear and began to scribble something down, circling Kid as he did so.

"So... Eustass Kid, eh? Your two weeks of solitary confinement are up, Eustass-ya. You are now free to go about the hospital grounds like the rest of the mindless slugs here. You will be taking regular brain-melting pills hidden in pudding and going to see the psychologist twice a week."

The dark skinned man stopped in front of Kid with a smile on his face and held up his chart up with a tattooed hand in a salute against his feathery black hair. "My name is Trafalgar Law, and it has been a pleasure poking at your brain!"

Kid stared after the man in extreme confusion as he dropped the chart and sprinted out of the room.

Only seconds later a few more doctors and orderlies in powder blue scrubs ran past his room after Law.

"Mister Trafalgar! Get back here and return that coat!" He heard a doctor shout. "You are not a doctor, you are a patient!"

Kid rolled his eyes and shook his head. Crazies...

The shouting doctor came into view in the open doorway and stopped, his hands on his knees, panting his lungs out.

Kid took the time to glance down at what Law had written on the chart.

All he saw was his name at the top of the form, followed by his height, weight, date of birth, and whatever complicated words he had been diagnosed with, but the rest of the chart was illedgible. There was a large scribble of what looked like a loaf of bread strangling what looked like a flamingo while the flamingo tried to eat the bread.

What?

The doctor finally seemed to catch his breath and stepped into the room, sighing at the sight of of the defaced chart.

"Mister Eustass, I am so very sorry for Mister Trafalgar's actions. He is a bit of a strange case, you see. As of today you will be free to roam about the grounds, but be advised that there are security cameras and orderlies twice your size everywhere." The older man stated, undoing the clasps of the straitjacket that kept Kid's arms wrapped firmly around his torso.

As soon as the clasps came undone, Kid stretched his arms over his head until he heard the satisfying pops of his spine cracking in different areas. His pale fingers, hidden under harsh fabric, soon received the same treatment.

Kid didn't even wait for the doctor to pull the long-limbed jacket off of him, he just walked out of the room.

Making his way outside, Kid looked around the long green carpet at all the groups of crazies and the occasional wanderer and found a nice space alone under a tree not too far away.

Making his way there, the red haired man didn't care that the arms of the straitjacket were dragging along the grass after him, he just wanted a nice place to nap.

Pressing his back against the tree trunk, Kid slid down to the grass and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of warm sunlight dapling his skin through the tree's leaves.

Normally, the violent redhead tended to avoid sunlight and the outdoors (as his pale skin burned easily), but being cooped up in a padded cell for two weeks made the large man happy for nature's gentle touch.

He was just nodding off when a darker shadow crossed his face and someone coughed into their hand.

Kid scowled and cracked a single eye open only to meet with the sight of Trafalgar Law, the tattooed patient he met earlier.

The doctor's coat had been confescated and now the dark skinned man wore a light beige robe that passed his knees as well as his tattooed knuckles. The open front revealed a uniform pair of white pants and a white shirt that every patient wore.

"Whuddya want?" Kid grumbled, annoyed that his nap had been interrupted.

"You're in my spot, Eustass-ya." The raven haired man said with a smile.

Kid raised an eyebrow but couldn't find it in himself to give a shit, so he just sighed and scooted over.

Law smiled gleefully and sat down next to the younger man, his arms wrapped around his knees and a happy childish glint in his eyes as he stared at Kid.

"New fashion statement? I like it." He stated, picking at one of the long, grass-stained sleeves of Kid's straitjacket.

Kid just grunted and kept his eyes closed.

Maybe if he ignored the crazy person he would go away...

"Did you like my drawing, Eustass-ya?"

Another grunt, neither confirming nor denying the question. What was with that nickname anyway? Must be a crazy person thing...

"You see, I have an extreme and-" Law put up air quotes at this, "-'unhealthy' hatred for both bread and flamingos."

He looked to Kid for any form of reaction, only to receive yet another grunt.

Law huffed and pouted. "Come now, Eustass-ya, don't you want to know why I'm locked up in this pudding prison?"

Kid cracked a single eye open once again, raised a nonexistent eyebrow and grunted. "Pudding prison?"

He knew he shouldn't have said anything the instant the childish glee entered Law's eyes once more.

The skinny man scooted closer to his larger counterpart and made sure to snuggle up between the tree and Kid's shoulder before wrapping his arms around his knees once again.

"My best friend is an inferno, a talking polar bear at the zoo is teaching me karate, I once stole an antique submarine and sailed it around the coast shouting that I was a pirate, oh and I've also torn open a boy's ribcage."

Kid had been staring off into space as the dark skinned male talked, but he shot his head down to stare at Law at the last thing he said.

The afformentioned male was staring at the canopy of leaves above them, a thoughtful smile on his face. "That boy's actually in here too. Cute kid. He thinks he's made of rubber."

Law looked up at Kid and gave him an amused look. "But that's just crazy. I could tell the moment I saw you, Eustass-ya. You and I are the only sane ones in this place."

With a giggle and a hop, Law was back on his feet and twirling around with his arms splayed out at his sides.

"So what about you? Why has Eustass-ya come to grace Punk Hazard with his presence?"

Kid let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his straitjacket. "It was a gunfight in the center of this Chinese restaurant; my gang against a rival gang. The police came and I splashed around in some puddles of blood. I didn't think they would get me, but they did and they put me in here. My buddy Killer's trying to get me outta here as fast as possible so that a war doesn't start between the gangs."

Why did he find himself telling Trafalgar his story? Maybe it was 'cause the tattooed man was crazy and would forget about it in a day or two anyway. Yeah, that was why...

Law's ever-present grin only widened. "Well, let me tell you, your life will never be the same after coming here."

He twirled around once more before reaching down and pulling Kid to his feet.

"Now come along, Eustass-ya!" He exclaimed, hugging Kid's muscular arm to his chest and leaning his cheek against Kid's shoulder. "I'll show you to your new room!"