Hi guys this is my first One Piece Fanfic, Deceit, and it's a story about the Shichibukai mainly. Hope you will leave a review as I am stuck about later events. After you read the introduction below, you will understand what the story is about and hope that you can give me some ideas.
The rain poured into the dark streets and alleys. A few lamps lit up the night, midst the mist and howling wind. A bird soaked in the rainwater struggled to keep flight in the storm. Busy people dashed past, to shield the rain and to get home. Everywhere was black raincoats and splashing water, as the night filled the air, still and cold.
A man stood in the shelter of a clockwork shop's canopies, his amber eyes darting from passerby to another, seeking. Feeling a bit bored perhaps, he sighed and stepped out into the rain. Water drops splashed onto his hat and trickled down the rim. Then he saw who he was looking for.
A tall man, in a green coat and smoking a cigar. But the most distinguishing features of him were probably the scar that ran along his face and his left hand, a golden hook that glimmered in the pale light of the lamp he was standing next to. Beside him was a black suitcase, locked with four locks, and a small piece of paper taped to its handle.
"Oh there you are," the man with the hook said. "I thought you skipped this meeting." He exhaled a puff of smoke right in the other man's face.
The man waved away the thick smoke. "Mind, I told you to wait me at that clockwork shop." He sighed. "Well, we can't talk in this weather, Crocodile."
Crocodile grinned before inhaling. "I suggest that inn," he pointed to a random direction, "let's talk with beer in front of us. I know that that inn was famous, for what I can't wait to know, Mihawk."
Mihawk nodded in silent approval and picked up the suitcase.
The two men sat on stools around a wooden table. Hearty laughter and snickers came from everywhere around them, coming from the drunks and thugs and other unnecessary people.
Mihawk sipped his wine, keeping a cautious eye at a man in the corner..
"What are you looking at?" Crocodile asked, following his gaze.
"Nothing." The man replied, returning to Crocodile.
"Well then, back to business." Crocodile leaned forward, his golden hook beside Mihawk's hand. "I've got what you want, Hawk Eyes. But what are you planning to do with it?" He tapped his finger on the glass three times, and a man with the word "ONE" tattooed on his chest approached them. He stood next to the duo, shielding them from view, and glaring at anyone who took a curious look at them.
"Mr. 1 here will prevent us from being eavesdropped. None will want to taste his blades on their tongue." Crocodile said, a knowing smile on his lips.
"Daz Bones, eh? A good companion, or should I say servant you have found." Mihawk eyed the man suspiciously, who was now swatting (with his finger-blade) a noisy fly.
"Now don't pay much attention to him. What are you investigating?"
"A case of zombies. I personally do not believe the witnesses, as humans are tricked by their eyes very easily." Then, his expression turned serious (Croc: if he could change his expression after all) "The time the zombies rose matched the time the graves were dug open."
"Robbed?" Crocodile interrupted, now very interested.
Mihawk shook his head. "Only the bodies were taken. I personally like to wander there, in fact."
Crocodile shrugged. "You and your weird habits. So, now I've got you the information, the profiles of the victims. So who do you suspect is behind the case?"
"The infamous mad doctor, Gecko Moriah." He replied in a hushed voice.
"Hm?" Crocodile raised an eyebrow. "I know I am not supposed to be saying this, but I think you've picked someone that you cannot toy with." He leaned forward again "I heard a rumor that says Moriah teamed up with Caesar Clown. Let's hope they wouldn't make something big."
Mihawk was silenced.
"Well, we're done talking, I suppose I will be going." Crocodile stood up from his seat. As he stepped out of the door, he added,
"Remember that I am the information collector, 'Hawk Eyes' Dracule Mihawk. I try my best to steer out of any trouble and I advise you to do the same. The consequences may be harsh."
Mihawk simply raised a hand "Farewell, Sir Crocodile."
Crocodile sighed, beckoned for Mr.1 to follow and walked out into the storm.
Bet you can't believe that Crocodile and Mihawk are friends. Mihawk is supposed to be a police/detective, and the first guy he's fighting is Moriah! Yay! (shut up) Sorry about the OOCs, if any. Please leave a review and I will try my best to type/write in the exam month. Thanks.