The Orphanage. {Reader x Law}

Welcome To The Orphanage.

This is so fucking stupid.

You're not an orphan and the fact that you're being sent off to a home especially made for them has you seething. This was your father's idea of discipline and thankfully, it won't be permanent. 

Your father is Dracule Mihawk and where you come from, he's a pretty big deal and intimidates many of the fools within your town. He has scared everyone into submission, your teachers when they tried to say you were a bad egg, the cops when you've been arrested and the social workers who've tried threatening to take you away. 

Idiots should've known better than to test a man who holds so much power, Mihawk has ties within the government so you know you're always safe, no matter what trouble you cause. The towns people find him scary regardless, claiming he has 'Hawk-eyes'. 

However, it seems your troublesome personality has even started to test Mihawk's patience. He said he's sending you off to an orphanage so you can see what other kids have to go through, their hardships and so that when you come back, you'll have more respect for what you've got and may even behave better.

Of course if you hate it, he thinks you'll never want to go back again and it'll scare you into submission also.

Ha, I'll just have to make sure I enjoy this then...because it's going to be a very regular thing.

The second the bus stops you send daggers toward the big sign out of the window;

"Donquixote Orphanage..." You murmur bitterly to yourself as you grab the handle of your suitcase, dragging it along behind you as you make your way toward the exit of the bus. "Looks like a shithole. Pa will be happy when I catch a fuckin' disease from this place."

"Good luck getting adopted, cranky girl~!" The bus driver practically sings at you, causing your glaring eyes to snap back at him instead and boy, is he ugly. A scorpion-like hairstyle, some broken (or just plain black teeth) that resemble a piano and a dirty badge pinned to his shirt, you can barely make out his name through all the muck.

Apoo...I'll remember that name if I'm ever speaking to an assassin. 

Dropping your glare on your new least favorite person, you step off of the bus, having to snatch your suitcase away fast as the driver almost closes the doors on your luggage. You're about to scream all kind of insults at the fool but he's quick to take off, leaving you in a very bad mood already.

Fucking idiots in this world. Idiots everywhere, I swear.

"Welcome sweetie~! You must be [F/n]~!" A woman's voice sounds from behind you, you're about to take out your frustration on her...well, until you turn to face her anyway. The lady who's greeting you is very large and mean looking, she could surely snap you like a twig. 

Okay, I won't sass you...yet.

"Hi." You mumble informally, your eyes still showing signs that you really don't wanna be here as you force a very small and painful smile to your lips. "It's nice to meet you, lady."

The woman looks a little disappointed by your clearly struggled effort to be pleasant but is quick to shrug it off, a wide grin plastering itself across her scary-looking face as she suddenly takes your free hand and gives it a firm shake, probably knowing that if she had offered you a handshake, you'd ignore it.

This woman seems fucking weird...she really runs this place?

"My name is Charlotte Linlin, the owner of this establishment is Donquixote Doflamingo but you should never see him since you're living here temporarily, yes?" The large woman confirms as she releases your hand, turning her back on you and beginning to walk toward the building, gesturing for you to follow in her tracks. "He stays at his mansion mostly, he rarely ever visits."

Good, I don't want some geezer watching everything I do as well as this creepy lady.

"But that doesn't go to say that we struggle, I have the older orphans helping me...well, they're a little too old to be orphans." By this point your eyes are rolling into the back of your head, some parentless rats are going to try and be authoritative over you? Hell no. "They're brothers and their father is away overseas on business that they cannot attend so they're here temporarily also. You might make friends with them."

Ha. I think I'll pass on that one, lady.

As Linlin pushes the large doors open, a clear pout etches into your features. The place is huge and wooden on the inside, that'll be hollow and loud when you're trying to sneak out at night so you'll have to use the bedroom window. 

"The kitchen is this way." The lady chimes guiding you to a brighter room, it's painted neon green for some reason and the tiles and counters are a blindly bright white. You just want to gag at all the colors in this room. "Oh, this is Thatch and Koala! Thatch is one of the older two that I told you about, he helps keep this place in check!" 

Finally managing to adjust your eyes to the colors, you spot the two that Linlin is speaking of. The girl was plaiting this Thatch guy's hair for some reason, judging by the look on his face, you'd assume he isn't enjoying it much. 

If she touches my hair, she's dying. 

"This way is the living room." Instead of taking you in there, Linlin extends her hand toward two large double doors made of glass, you can vaguely see people sat in there and they're playing a video game of sort. 

They allow video games here? Damn, this place might not be so bad after all...

"Before you get cozy here," Thatch begins, causing you to look at him once again, your brows knitting together already in irritation. "You should know that bedtime is at 8 o'clock for you kids." 

"YOU FUCKING WHAT?!" You couldn't help your outburst, you hadn't had to go to bed that early since you were a fucking toddler. The smirk that this jerk sends you after shitting on your entire day does not help your mood in the slightest either.

I'll remember your name when I'm speaking to an assassin as well, THATCH.

The lady acting as your tour guide merely cackling at your expense as she pats your shoulder playfully. "He's just pulling your leg, dear~! As long as you don't have school or college the next day, you can stay up until 1am!" 

Excuse you, I'll stay up until whenever the fuck I want!

"How do people even afford to get into college here?" You ask curiously, annoyance still as clear as day in your voice, courtesy of Thatch. Linlin taking you toward the stairs with a smile on her face, probably now showing you to your room.

"Some of them work so hard just to be able to afford it themselves..." She almost sounds saddened by this, her shoulders sloping a little as she stops at a wooden door at the the top of the stairs. "There's a few here that work their hands to the bone just so they can buy themselves a better life one day. Anyway, this the bathroom."

Before you get the chance to comment on what Linlin just said, she opens the bathroom door, revealing a very...pink room. The bathroom is so bloody pink that the color bounces off the walls, good luck to anyone who tries to do their make-up in there. 

What's that man's name again? Who runs this place? Flamingo? Sure fucking fits him, damn! 

"Now, this isn't the only bathroom but this is the one closest to your room." Linlin hums as she points toward another wooden door at the end of the hallway, you assume that's where you'll be sleeping. "I'll show you the other bathrooms before you get settled in, it's always helpful to know~!"

Damn, this place is fucking huge...