"E-Emperor!" The man immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed several times to the bearded leader sitting before him. "Our sources have reported that Shirohige has recruited a new senchou!"
He ignored the snort from beside him, rolling his eyes as he loudly slurped his tea. "So that makes sixteen commanders now." Garp bellowed, slamming his cup down. If the table wasn't made of bricks, then it would of broken by now (and this is considering the fact that they were replaced daily).
The soldier gulped nervously. "T-That isn't the problem, Garp-senchou... It's the fact the new commander is a woman."
If it weren't for considerable timing of a wife quickly darting in to turn his head to the soldier, Sengoku would be one very irritated, very wet Emperor, but it was avoided by luck. The woman too, kowtowed profusely, keeping her face away from view. "Sengoku, you requested a meeting with the yakuza?"
Of course it was law for woman to hide their face, yet the action made Sengoku bark in reply, "Lift your head, woman!" She quickly raised her face, bottom lip trembling but no tears threatened to fall. He then turned to the soldier, sweating as much as Garp had spat onto him. "Check with all soldiers and write down the list of their wives! If Shirohige has another leak into our information, we must eliminate it immediately!"
The man babbled away before scurrying off, following the woman alongside Garp out of the room. She bowed, closing the paper door behind them, and lead them along the halls to force a conversation with the now pouting Garp.
Hero or not, he would always be a dimwit.
Before Garp could speak, Sengoku immediately cut him off. "If there is even a chance that this commander has infiltrated our base, then you are aware we must dispose of them immediately, correct?"
Garp only shrugged, picking his nose nonchalantly. "I'm just curious how these women manage to live here with you." Clearly not realising the raven was staring daggers into him, he continued, "I mean, you have this whole harem and yet you don't go after anyone."
"They aren't my wives, baka." He scowled.
"Of course they aren't!" Garp laughed heartily, startling their guide.
Having difficulty to choke Garp in pure hate — he usually just stabbed him in the eye over and over again in his mind, he walked past the woman who quivered once more under his fierce glare. She took back her role and lead the two on (although Garp did fall behind), bowing after reaching a new door decorated in blossoms, with an evident argument occurring behind the sliding doors.
"Baka! You men are too foolish to understand the true meaning of love!"
Sengoku rubbed his eyes, whilst Garp cackled stupidly, slapping a giant's hand onto the woman's back; it was a miracle she wasn't sent flying through the wall, as she had moved forward to cease the power's hit even just a little. Even with this, she was lucky her lungs weren't well and truly crushed from her ribs when they collided. "Looks like Hancock hasn't changed much, eh?"
None of them seemed to hear her dreamy talk about her first crush (who'd want to, anyway?) and the two men stepped inside almost immediately interrupting the conversation said female was having with six aggravated yakuza.
Well, almost six.
Kuma wasn't necessarily interested in said conversation and only acknowledged the two visitors with a glance, before returning to his book and sipping his tea. He was a giant to say the least, if he hadn't clearly been able to cross his legs, nobody would of thought it possible. He sat furthest from the table that held an assortment of tea and cups for each of them.
The only one who seemed to be using it other than Kuma was the fishman Jinbei. Like Kuma, it was obvious he didn't care to listen to her talk about the male's genetic faults; his eyes were closed, only opening an eye before closing it again. Meditating, perhaps? Whatever the case, he clearly was with a headache from Hancock's meddling about this secret "lover", if that could be said.
Boa Hancock, the most sharp-tongued woman in all the sea was in love — madly, it seemed — with someone of the opposite sex? That guy must be a vegetable if that was the case. The main suspect who seemed ready to murder her without question was Moriah. He had his head pressed into the table, covering his ears with two cups and groaning loudly as if a cow was in his place, listening to whatever she was spouting.
If not for a black sword prodding his side, without a doubt he would of killed her by now.
Said owner seemed to be sharing the same restriction, looking intense, bored and half-asleep in one glare. The reason wasn't from the woman in question, however, but from the pair (one of whom would castrate you if you said that to his face) sitting opposite of him. Mihawk looked just about ready to stab himself or Doflamingo and do Crocodile a favour, but the pervert didn't seem to care they were glaring daggers at him. Instead, he casually mused about his property in a newly-conquered region, whilst also possessively trapping his lover with a free arm and pulling him into his lap, which clearly didn't sit (no pun intended) well with the violet-haired man, scowling with a terrible blush and ready to either drag Doflamingo out of the room or kill him; nobody seemed to care for the choices, although the blonde would prefer the former, of course.
The woman had silenced herself, noting the new arrivals and eyed both with caution. They were old, after all, who knew what kind of sick fantasies they had in mind. However, after a short glare to Sengoku, she gave in and stepped down from the table that somehow still sat in one piece, and sat, albeit further from everyone else.
Jinbei had opened his eyes, letting Kuma, who had shut his book and gotten up, poke Moriah, after a few death threats before he realised the meeting was finally beginning. He sat the cups down, pushing away Hawkeye's blade with a scowl, before all eyes were on the Emperor.
"The situation has arisen that Shirohige has a newcommander, a woman." He made sure to avoid looking to Hancock, her expression a mixture of insult and irritation at his comment and interruption. "This is a very serious issue. If he has another leak into our sources, then the least expected would be a woman, and it would endanger our position."
He sighed through his nose, and rubbed his eyes, muttering, "The governmenthas requested that all of you must attempt to assassinate this new commander before they interfere with our deliverance of justice. That is all."
"Are you sure you want to follow through with this?" Thatch asked his brother for the umpteenth time. He received a soft smile and a laugh that would surpass as feminine.
"It's to prove my worth to the family, right? And besides, what could be more fun after I've been gone so long?" The pompadour drooped as the cook sighed, and Izou had to stop himself from smirking.
"What, are you worried about me?~" Izou lifted his chin up and stared straight into his eyes, and the man scrambled away with a faint blush.
"D-Don't do that!" He stammered, to which was not missed by Ace, who had a grin splitting across his face with amusement. "Careful there, Thatch, she'll get you hook, line and sinker at this rate!" He laughed, ignoring the glare thrown in reply.
"Thatch has a reason to be concerned, Ace," a cool voice mused, and the freckle-faced pirate shrugged nonchalantly. "I escaped him easy, why would Izou struggle to fool him, Marco?"
Said blonde, "pineapple-do" shifting as he pushed himself off from the wall, crossed his arms. "For one, Izou is posing as a female, unlike you, and even if he does it better, there is still the chance he'll be caught before he can extract any information." Clearly, he wasn't dampening the mood on purpose, but did so blatantly and carelessly. "And, he is a non-Devil Fruit user, who is to be the forced wife of a Marine vice-admiral. Do you really think he'll get through it scot-free?"
The poser in question huffed, glaring daggers at Marco. "How else are we going to get information on the Government's progress if we don't? A forced marriage with a high ranking Marine is the easiest way to do so, Marco." By the waver in the commander's eyes, Izou knew he wanted to oppose the decision, but he was a lot like a woman, and wouldn't budge easily. Izou's smile grew as Marco silently gave in. "I'll be back soon, Pops, and I'll be sure to get a good bottle for you while I'm gone."
The giant of a man smiled softly, but also sadly, at the thought he was letting his new son take on such a dangerous mission. But, he had faith in his son and and said simply, "I'll be waiting to share a toast with you again, Izou." His voice rumbled like thunder, but it was clear there was a sense of longing, and the okama smiled in return, waving to his superior before jumping from the ship, shaking down his kimono. He could hear his newly bonded brothers wishing him good luck and farewells, but Izou didn't return them.
He'd return safe to them, that he promised, no matter what.