“Sanji!” Luffy roared from the opposite end of the Sunny. The golden blonde rolled his eyes casually, ignoring his captain he had to assume it’ll most likely be a food request above anything else. Sanji took a deep breath in,  taking his half-burnt out cigarette between his fingers to flick off a good inch of ashes from the smoldering end into the ocean below. For as the cook was enjoying the well deserved silence, but it didn’t stick around for all that long. “Sanji! Sanji come here!” Luffy called out for the cook again, each hollar louder than the last.

“Better tell me what you need before I kick your ass!” Sanji, all riled up, clenched his delicate hands into fists, shaking them in the air.

“Robin wants you!” Luffy replied back without interest as if his hopes were somehow crushed? With the simple mention of the fine lady, the Love Cook sprang from his position with a skip in his step all the way to the library where the goddess of an archaeologist stood with a sheet of yellow parchment embraced loosely into her chest. And then there was Luffy, picking his nose, upside down on a bench, like the idiot he was...

“Whatcha need my beautiful Robin?” Sanji wooed over Robin with lovestruck eyes.

Robin was frowning in Sanji’s presence, “I consider you to be ignorant for taking on Luffy’s request.” It took a lot to upset Robin in the slightest. For then, Sanji couldn’t help but feel as if he deserved the shade being thrown his way.

“I… I know,” Sanji rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn’t really reply back to his suitable insult. “If (Y/n) wasn’t a lady, I would’ve been 100% against to agreeing with this whole ‘recruiting an assassin’ ordeal. In the end, we all know that once Luffy has his mind set something, he doesn’t back down. So if anything, I’m embracing the inevitable,” Robin pursed her lips into a fine line before shoving her sheet of parchment into Sanji’s hands as she couldn’t disagree with Sanji at all. He wasn’t obstructing the inevitable.

Robin opened up her mouth to speak once more, “be lucky Law and a few of his allies know a fair share of information on (Y/n).”

Sanji’s eyes widened, “They do?”

“Yes,” Robin hummed with a slight nod to her head. “Law and his ally Eustass have met the girl on a few occasions by luck. But they’ve only ever conversed with her a handful of times,” Robin let out a stressful sigh. “Just read the information I acquired from Law, it should help you dearly.”

Sanji was delighted to have some luck on his side. “Thank you Robin, I will,” Sanji thanked his fellow crewmate and took one look at the paper, skimming the neatly written text then back to Robin within the second. “There’s a lot of information here, but none of it is of any use to me…”

“Quit complaining, any bit of information helps,” Robin, stern, put Sanji into his place. She grinned with satisfaction once the blonde clutched onto the paper with a fake, terrified smile. “Then I’ll leave you if you don’t have anymore questions.”

“Of course not my wonderful Robin!” Sanji swooned once more. Robin let of a closed eye smile, stepping out of the library. Sanji frowned, glaring at his little ‘cheat sheet’ before exchanging the same glare with his idiotic captain… Still picking his nose. “I swear Luffy,” Sanji spoke up catching Luffy’s attention. “If this girl kills me, I’ll make sure to torture you in the afterlife.”

Luffy perked up, falling upon his face. Jumping to his feet, “if she kills you, I’ll beat her ass. How does that sound?” Luffy snickers. Everyone knew that was exactly what would happen if you were to successfully kill Sanji.

“Better than nothing I guess…” Sanji shrugged with a long overbearing sigh. He looked around the library, picking out a spot to study for an extended amount of time. Sanji found himself amazed by how neat Robin’s note taking were, there seemed to be no mistakes and everything was very thorough with every bullet point. Robin even separated the information out from combat to personal information as if she remade these notes hundreds of times to make a masterpiece. Although, the combat column was next to empty…

- (Y/n) possesses a devil fruit, but her power is only known to the World Government.

- If a fight is to occur, find a setting where there is even lighting or complete darkness. The brighter it is, the more of a disadvantage you’ll have.

- Keep your distance from (Y/n), she lacks in long-range combat. Although sometimes (depending on the setting and time of day) long-range can be the death of you.

Sanji rubbed his temples in a slow circular fashion. “Clearly her fruit has something to do with lighting…” Sanji glared at Luffy once more. “Why’d he decide to recruit the most dangerous person on the planet? Forget that… Maybe some personal traits can help me out.”

- (Y/n) blends in with a crowd, but her cover in normally blown as she is on the run from government hired bounty hunters, Government officials, and Warlords of the Sea. Most notably Trafalgar Law, Dracule Mihawk, and Gecko Moriah.

“That’s actually pretty interesting,” Sanji hummed, stroking his chin with a cheesy grin. “What’d this woman do in order to gain this much unwanted attention? Heck, if she’s taking out the Revolutionary Army just as Robin claims, you’d think they’d offer the girl a Warlord position.”

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*Rumble*

“Damn…” You groaned, lying a hand upon your flat stomach. With no choice but to hear the empty pit growl and revolt like a wild beast against its handler. You dug through your pockets scrounging around for any money your could get your hands on. Only coming out with at most five coins to he count. “My funds are running low again...” Pained, you whined before pocketing the small handful of golden berries back into your shoulder bag with a distasteful frown. “I can’t put off my personal needs forever…”

There was a slight tap to your shoulder, your head followed the direction of the action with curiosity. You were actually expecting Law but was blown away to find a young mother had intentionally caught your attention. However, the woman looked extremely tired, beaten, overworked maybe. “Did I hear that you need money ma’am?” The woman had her young daughter clinging to the backside of her legs, asking you the previous question with a weak shaken voice.

You found yourself hesitating to answer. “More I’m just really hungry is all,” you reassured the mother real quick. “But at this point I’m open to anything, need something done?”

“Yes,” the mother stammered as she gulped down a large lump in her throat with an eager nod of her head. Her daughter acted as her shadow. “We run a diner around here and there's a really rowdy bunch that have been visiting my establishment for a few weeks now. They practically own the place now. If you can somehow someway scare them off, then I’ll gladly treat you to a few meals,” the mother finished off her explanation of a quick and easy job opening in your eyes. An easy way to put it, you were all ears.

You brought a hand up to rest upon your chest. “You think me, one lonely girl, can scare off a crowd of wannabe criminals?” You asked with an innocent ring of your voice towards the mother.

“Just by your attire I can tell you’re someone I’d be foolish to mess with,” the little girl laughed happily to her mother’s coinciding comment.

“That’s flattering,” you hummed. “Just direct or escort me to your diner, I’ll take care of your pest problem,” you began stretching out your limbs to ready yourself for the events to unfold.

The mother’s eyes lit up with delight, “Thank you! But please, all that I ask is that you keep violence to a min-”

“Asking a professional assassin to keep violence to a minimum is quite foolish…” You hissed. “If you keep adding onto your request, I’ll charge you more than a meals worth as payment,” the little girl began to cry all out of the blue. She happened to be the only one to catch your poisonous threat, the mother however, zipped her mouth shut, manually threw out the key, and guided you towards her cutesy little diner without daring to make even the slightest noise.

Upon arriving, the exterior of said diner just made you want to vomit. Floral pink siding and flowers of all colors of the rainbow crept up the windows as if they were drowning in the crash below. It looked as if a unicorn came by and shit this place right out of its ass. One step into the interior and that pretty pink nostalgic feeling of welcome had subsided into a venomous gloom of masculinity.

It’d take a complete idiot to not figure out who the ‘rowdy’ crowd was. The entire place was overrun with men all in their early twenties if not the exact same age. From experience, you had guessed that they were low-grade criminals or newcomers to the age of pirates. For a lady of low morals and respect, you thought it was a just sick to take advantage of a small cute diner when these criminals could do so much more. “They could really cut down on the smoking,” you squint your eyes coughing before bringing a hand to your nose with disgust. Everyone was smoking a cigar, the cheap cigars too, ashtrays were also overflowing with black ashes to the point where the floors were the new ashtray. You found yourself weaving your way through the sea of men, each man followed your every move as if you were the first woman they had ever seen as you descended deeper within the diner to the counter that lied the back wall. It was just a hunch, but this flashy man, decked out in gold and silver, surrounded by gold digging females, more it looked as if he were a Capone wannabe, stood out the most from the others and had to be the ringleader in all of this.

“‘Scuse me,” you stood off to one side of the leader with a deafening glare in your multicolored eyes. He ignored you. That was a huge mistake. “I was being nice, but after you ignore me once, you lose all my respect,” the leader still ignored you. “I’m talking to you!” You erupted into a fit of anger and snatched the bottle of alcohol from his scarred hands, heaving the olive bottle across the room, shattered into a million pieces, the entire diner went silent.

All eyes were locked upon you.

The leader spun around within his seat, looking you over head to toe as if you were a painted masterpiece hung before his eyes. He cocked his head to one side, licking his lips with hunger. “And who might you be cherry lips?” You grit your teeth to the cringey pick up line, besides, you weren’t in the market for a criminal as a man. Yes, you set your goals a little too high, but people were known to do that.

“Call me by that name one more time, and I’ll kill you,” you warned, despite the fact you normally don’t warn first. Going right for the kill.

“No need to be catty,” the man chuckled patting the stool beside him alongside the ‘other’ women. “Sit down, I’d love to talk.”

“Get out of here you piece of shit,” you hissed.

“Excuse me?”

“Get out of this place and never come back! Last warning before blood is shed,” he watched you carefully as you pulled a pistol of sterling silver, cocking the weapon and directing the weapon at a man just a few feet ahead of yourself, absentmindedly drinking sake like the drunk he was.

“You won’t pull the trigger,” the leader chuckled once again, resting his elbows upon the counter with this satisfied smirk that downright disgusted you.

“Really?” Without a second to spare, you pulled back the trigger. The gunshot echoed within the small space as one of his henchmen lied still upon the wooden flooring with a gaping hole in the back of his head. “You got five seconds before you’re dead too,” You pressed the tip of the gun between the leader’s eyes to embrace the empty space. For then, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

“The only way I’ll spare you is if you join my crew to make up for my loss,” The leader’s eyes turned into those of death, his smile said differently.

You smiled in his face, eyes reverting back to normal. “Fuck that!” You mocked the man laughing maniacally in an echo almost as loud as the gunshot for everyone and everyone to hear. “Goodnight,” you slowly pulled the trigger just for tension of his crew members. If you were only a split second faster.. The Leader smacked your hand in just a knick of time, a flash of light, and the bronze bullet grazed his cheek lodging into the wall behind himself. The Captain pulled back his gold laced fist to strike on deadly blow, you were quick to think around this threat and boot the man in the face. There was this sickening noise as your heel collided with his face as he tumbled forwards, falling onto the surface of a table after you moved out of the way without care. Just to see him in a lowly state. The dishonorable man clutched onto his bloody mess of a  nose, stumbling to his feet before running out of the diner with his men quick to follow. You were actually impressed that they took the corpse along with them, one less problem to take care of.

“You did it!” The mother charged in with her daughter trailing closely behind. Showering you with praise and gratitude. “I’ll get the oven going right away! I am eternally grateful…” The mother came to a sudden pause, rolling her hand within the air, she wants a name.

“(Y/n),” you sighed. Figuring that she’s so grateful that the mother wouldn’t dare sell you out to any nearby marines.

“Well, thank you (Y/n). Come to my diner anytime, all of your meals are on me,” the woman pats your hand before charging into a free swinging door that must’ve led to the kitchen. You flashed a satisfied grin before finally taking a seat at the counter. Kicking over the stool the flirt of a pirate captain had offered you just one moment before. Despite how much you loved to kill, doing the right thing definitely had its perks every now and then. Like eating for free, there’s nothing better than free food.

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Once done with your meal at the nearly obliterated diner, you felt the need to thank the nice mother and daughter for feeding you enough to nearly make you stomach burst at the seams. Leaving the diner with a great big smile, rubbing your stomach for that bittersweet feel of a satisfied hunger craving. “Man! I can't remember the last time I've ate enough to feel sick,” to put it simply, talking to yourself became a normal thing. It helped you to ignore the fact that you were alone on this journey of yours that may never come to an end. So you headed onto the next town since the Marines were completely oblivious to your existence at the moment. (Despite the fight you just caused)

“Where do you think you're going?” A low husky voice questioned you, with a harsh yank of your wrist, you were spun around to face a man with sickly green skin, sweating profusely in all directions with an open shirt stained beyond recognition and bodily fluid drenched hair. He's either borderline sick or drunk off his ass. Maybe even both. “You fucked with our captain, he wants a rematch. Up for the challenge?” The sickly man heaved upon finishing just two simple sentences. Next to that diner and chainsmokers, just being within close radius of another sick being made your stomach turn with disgust.

Your eyes reverted back to one color rather than two, and your wrist phased through his hand, taking a few long steps back to avoid potential vomiting. “If he comes here, then I don't give a damn. Just let him know that if he wishes for a rematch, I'll kill him.” Especially since he sent this sick bastard to come and retrieve me...

There was a crunching of twigs, “no need, I'm right here.” That cowardly captain from earlier crept out of the woods with his crew wielding weapons of all sorts, creeping out after their leader. Some terrified, and others wore a game face for a hunger of death. The captain reminded you of an old holiday store for he wore a puffy white bandage spotted in crimson taped to his nose very poorly as if he let a kid with a fake medical kit do the trick. “My nose is practically dust you stupid bit-

“No need to call me names,” you cut the captain off waving your hand playfully. “Now you're gonna die…” Like someone tripped a switch, and shouldn’t have, once playful, now radiating with a dark aura of death. The captain realized he just provoked death itself.

The captain and his followers all knew very well that they couldn't back out now after their challenge and as you slipped what appeared to be the raven handle to a bladeless sword from within your sleeve, but once held upright, sprang a sharp shining blade that held absolutely no imperfections. As if brand new. You brought the blade back to rest upon your shoulders, brought down just seconds later. With one swipe of that perfectly wielded blade, everyone within your radius had fallen to their knees with one long cut that ran deep across their chests. Those closest to you were surely dead. The ones further out, now they had to be lucky to survive, but were surely to bleed out, for they deserve to suffer…

“Holy shit…” Your head snapped in the direction of the curse that belonged to a male who stood out from a small group from a total of sixteen feet away. Your heart raced to the sensed presence of nine individuals. Two female, seven male, one so happened to be an animal. You had an idea of which of those seven males that had cursed, but each and every one of them were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

“Oh my god!” You giggled with an outburst after a brief examination of the odd group. “I recognize almost all of you!” The Straw Hat Pirates, oh, how much you've heard about this rookie crowd of pirates is almost beyond compared to your sudden appearance in the world just months ago. You smirked, picking out the most stand out individual in your world, the one you’ve met before. “Especially you, Nico Robin.”

Robin hissed to your words, crossing her arms with a flurry of pink flower petals springing around her slim body. Duplicates of her arms sprouted from either of your shoulders, reaching for your neck. You slashed both limbs with your retractable sword in response, it was hard to forget Nico Robin’s tricks. The woman winced with pain overwhelming her system, stumbling backwards into the blocky arms of a large robotic man.

A blonde male sprang forward in front of Robin with outstretched arms. “We didn't come here to fight,” spoke the sharply dressed blonde with one curly brow. A white half burnt out cigarette hung from the corner of his lip. “Shadow Claw (Y/n), join us,” you saw the determination in his sapphire eyes, he wasn’t joking.

For the second time today, you felt a giggle take place from within your throat to be let out onto the male’s face from afar. “I may like pirates more than the marines, but as I told the Heart and Kidd Pirates… No way in hell am I joining a pirate crew.” There were a frenzy of whispers between each member of the Straw Hat Pirates, that was until that same blonde from before stepped forward, lifting one leg into the air bent at the joint. Smoke danced into the air from the soles of his dress shoes. His name was now locked within your brain.

“Then on my captain’s behalf, I challenge you to a duel. If I win, you join us. If you win…” Black Leg Sanji paused suddenly, biting his lip. “You… You decide the outcome…” Sanji couldn't believe he just agreed to letting a crazed assassin decide his unforetold fate. Something within you said, this boy with every fiber of his well being, doesn’t want to fight you. He wasn’t scared, more he was against the idea of fighting a female in general.

“I decline pretty boy.”

“What!?” Straw Hat Luffy gasped clenching his fist.

“Nobody has or will defeat me. Walk away while you still can. You're lucky I'm even offering escape,” you sheath your sword. Bidding farewell to the infamous Straw Hat crew. You held respect for this crew for going out of their way to recruit you of all people. Besides, you were having too much fun messing with Robin.

“You're just a coward for declining Sanji!” Luffy spun his arm in circles with short sharp strides forward. You took interest in his words.

“Luffy keep out of this!” Sanji kicked his own captain into a nearby tree. “This is my battle, and I will win!”

Roronoa Zoro rolled his eye. “Says the man who can't hit a woman,” and your suspicions were correct.

“Try me,” you stepped forward, catching the attention of rivals Sanji and Zoro. “I’ll accept that offer. Don’t disappoint me,” you took out an entirely different weapon this time around from a belt dedicated to weapons that hung from your waistline. It was a dagger of all things, maybe the length of your forearm at most. You held the weapon out in front of you pointing directly at Sanji. Sanji more than heard your taunting words, those words fueled him with rage. For he took off from his spot like a rocket. You couldn’t keep track of how fast those legs of his could move.

The blonde paused suddenly mid sprint. Stiff as a board with fear stricken eyes. “Sanji?” Luffy called out to his cook once, no answer. “Sanji! Sanji what's wrong?” Luffy ran onto the battlefield bounding towards his crewmate, but Zoro held him back with everything he could muster.

*cough*

Sanji coughed up blood onto the grass, for the same fluids dribbled down his chin, staining his yellow button up. The cook rose his hands and began clawing at his chest. His features scrunched up as he gritted his teeth to fight off the unbearable pain and inability to breath. Unbuttoning his shirt halfway, slipping his shaking hand within the fabric, just to pull back and find his entire hand to be soaked in crimson and the sudden appearance of a fresh wound on his chest. You never moved. From where you stood, your blade was clean. Yet... Sanji could feel the exact blade tear through his chest and at his beating heart

“SANJI!!!”