Title: Registration
Pairings: Only hinted at
A/N: I don't do summaries, so instead I will say...enjoy.
The gathering consisted of an admiral, a vice-admiral and a denden mushi call from a man that should not have been contactable.
"What's the matter, old man? The boys' making life interesting?"
There was an odd grin and a twinkling of eyes. "They're worse than you ever were, boy."
A deep laugh rumbled over the line. "That's my boys."
There was coughing and sputtering, then a loud 'Ahem' from behind the desk. "We really don't have time for a social call today, do we Vice-Admiral?"
The Vice stared at him until the Admiral thought he may just have to wet his pants or at least shift around uncomfortably.
"What is it you want from me?" The little snail waited patiently for an answer.
The admiral took it upon himself to proceed with the problematic situation. "I suppose this may be futile, but could you please ask your sons to tone down and minimize their current actions?"
There was a snort and a cough from both the denden mushi and the Vice-Admiral.
"I think you may be asking a bit much there. And since I have better things to do than listen to a whiny little shit, I'll be going." The snail swung its eyes to the Vice.
"Oi, old man? Tell my eldest not to break his marine. And tell… umm… well, you know."
Beeping from the snail filled the room. The Admiral looked over to his colleague, an apparent twitch dancing around his eye.
"Well?"
There was a shrug and a slightly evil grin. "Like I can do anything. I wanted them both to be marines. You don't seem to really have much of a choice."
The eye twitched faster. "I don't want to give that damn pirate anything."
"It will make your life a lot simpler, if you do."
There was muttered cursing and then, "Shit. Fine." The admiral turned to his secretary, who had been hiding himself in the corner. "Official entry for the Pirate Identification and Territory Association Register."
"The P.I.T.A.? Hai, sir." The secretary stood tall, quill poised over paper.
"Ability, paramecia. Bounty, exorbitant and rising. Threat Level, extreme." The admiral paused, taking a deep breath and contemplated jumping out the window to his demise.
"Sir? I need the rest."
He choked and continued. "Class, Mugiwara." The secretary's eyes widened. "Sub-class, Monkey."
"A-a-and the rest of the crew, sir?"
A low growl echoed across the room.
"Yes, Sir. Understood."