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aqua-empress: Thank you for your love and reviews. I used to have a joint fanfiction account with a friend in high school, and I got really lazy with replying to reviews. So the doing then, for me, the better. But I enjoy your constant reviews. Thank you again.
No you didn't Miss anything, I just got really lazy, and decided to do an undocumented time skip. I didn't feel up to writing a lemon about that. I might in the future. I tried my best to make the character as little, ooc, as possible. I'm glad you like How I captured Robin. It took me hours to get all the proper wording. But I think I got it. Also Thanks for the compliment on the picture, took me forever to color it, I had to use a tablet. Haha.
Thank you for your continuous love, reviews, and admiration. Have a Happy New Year!
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When the trio arrived back to the house, it was surprisingly quiet. Luffy, and Zoro were unconscious. As to why? He drugged their food, with the hello of Ussop. Melatonin, and a little pot, sure an sure work wonders. Fu laughed stepping over the body of Luffy, as she sat on the couch, contemplating her next plan of action. She had three hours left. She fumbled through her purse, and shot a text to Robin, who had left to take a bath.
Nami was sitting in the kitchen talking to the two boys, and being served girl alcoholic beverages. Bleh... in Fu's opinion, straight gin or whiskey was way better. 'Cest la vie.' She thought to herself shrugging, getting off the comfortable seat.
She opened the door to her borrowed room, and started folding her belongings, and plugged her phone in for a quick charge. Humming to herself, in feigned anticipation to see Mister Crocodile. He was a freaky dude, in her opinion. What's with that dammed hook? Was into cosplay or something? She snickered at the thought, lighting herself a smoke and laying back on the pillows.
Not too long After a soft, curt knock, sounded on the otherwise of the wooden door. "Come in. " she already knew who it was, so she didn't bother looking in her direction. "I assume, You're leaving, tonight." Robin smiled shutting the door quietly, leaning against it with her inquisitive stare.
Fu smiled with a slow nod, she looked happy, but they both knew it was a lie. "Are you familiar with a man named Mister Crocodile?" Robin held her breath for a second, to regain her slight shift in composure. With a Stoic nod, she agreed. "Do you have business with him? I can't say that I want anything to do with that man, as it stands now. " her tone had a touch of darkness to it, Fu raised an eyebrow at the unexpected information. "He's my escort to my flight, I do not want him near any of these people; I'm sure you know why." Robin nodded, before saying anything.
"I will take you to him. That man, is a tyrant. It is interesting time think that you, Miss Fu, would be involved with a man like that." Fu couldn't help but chuckles darkly, 'So...even Robin had deep dark secrets. Interesting.' She though smiling to herself. "Higher than him; I'm sure you know who I mean, even if I say it like that."
Robins eyes widened, but only slightly. "Him? That...is much more dangerous." "Sorry I didn't tell you everything back at the cliffside the other night. I trust you, I'm just wary of my own words when I talk about him. " she zipped her suitcase shut, and placed it near the wall, in an upright position. "Robin. Would you mind telling me your story one day? If you don't mind. I'd really like to hear it." Robin cracked a smile, "Sure. How about this summer?" Fu grinned hugging the taller woman, "deal! Now let's get going."
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After a shower, and her musing Zoro and Luffy awake, to say her goodbyes, she left. Sanji was in tears, and Nami just rolled her eyes. Bring snickered as she told them she'd return soon, with some delicious sweets.
Robin pulled into the parking lot of a ritzy, skyscraping, casino. Fu rolled her eyes, were all of Doflamingo's business partners as gaudy and flashy as these two? On second thought she didn't want to know even though she'd probably find out sooner or later.
Fu walked over to the desk with her luggage and Robin not too far behind her. The clerk hurriedly pulled out a thick, registrar, with gold leaf writing. The tiny woman behind the desk, stared at her with wide eyes and quickly gave her a card to the top floor.
Robin decided to take her leave before Fu unlocked the large white double doors. Seeing Crocodile would prove no Good for her, in any aspect. It was nothing but unnecessary melodrama. With a hugs and 'see you laters', Fu turned on her heel, pulled the card out of her pocket and inserted it into the lock.
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Mister Crocodile was sitting in front of a large thick paned glass window that overlooked the innards of the casino/hotel. The thick smoke from his cigar, made her want to vomit. Just because the cost an arm and a leg to get them,
didn't mean they would smell nice. She considered the peach or apple cigars, if the occasion was right.
"Sit." He demanded, turning around with a pompous bored look on his scarred face. He pulled a large, ornately wrapped box out from under his desk, and handed it to her. "Get ready, we leave soon." He demanded once more, pouring two glasses of wine, handing her one. She sighed heavily, and gulped the sweet red contents down in a single gulp.
She opened the box and pulled out a silky, long red gown. Stilettos to match, over priced, expensive jewelry, perfume, and a mink shawl. Rolling her eyes with a low growl, she shuffled to the bathroom with her forced provisions.
She couldn't deny Doflamingos had great taste in women's clothing, and such, but she still hated wearing the crap. The softness of the red silk felt nice against her rigid body, as she slipped it on. It fit like a glove. She didn't even want to think about How he still remembered her measurements. It was rather hard to find things to find that fit her short frame and voluptuous curves.
Her hair come out nicely and falling down her bare back, jewelry present, much to her dislike. She pulled some severely under used make-up out of her bag,.and applied it. She had to admit, she looked...Good. she Shut out of the bathroom, not even bothering to throw the box away. She spritzed on the perfume and flopped back into the seat in front of Crocodiles desk.
He gave her a bore once over, and approved. He didn't know How that pink bastard had such a way with beautiful women. He was just a perfected asshole, not like he was any better, at least in the part about being a complete dick. He called over a tall man, and told him to prepare the limo, so they could head out.
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Upon their arrival at the private landing stop, Fu lit herself a cigarette, to calm herself. She had completely forgotten about her half drunk bottle in her suitcase. She frowned even deeper as she saw the sleek private jet land a few hundred yards away from them.
Crocodile motioned for her to follow close behind, and she obliged, the driver of the limo,dragging her belongings behind them.
The door of the jet opened slowly, the captain got out first, followed by skimpy dressed stewardesses, and a tall Well groomed man, wearing black suit , his usual polished leather dress shoes, and a light pink shirt. 'Tch he may look handsome, but he still has terrible fashion sense, when it comes to colors; especially his obsession with the colour pink.
The blonde man store over to her, with his ever present toothy grin, and opened his arms. He hugged her tiny body with so much force, it felt like her windpipe was being crushed. The women that exited the plane shot her angry glares, as she was lifted up like a bride, into his arms. Even Crocodile scoffed and rolled his eyes, puffing that nasty cigar of his, but still keeping his bored look on his face.
"Kitten~ my, my How you've grown. Tonight is a special night. Now be a Good girl and stay on your best behavior. We are to meet with several important clients tonight, with Mister Crocodile being one of them." He jeered overly excited. "Unfortunately... " she muttered under her breath. "Put me down sir. Your floozies are giving me irritating looks, again. "Fu sneered glaring up at the man who had a very firm grip on her. "No. I don't think I will. Those women mean nothing. Now, let's go have some dinner, I'm famished. Crocodile! Get your Good sir her to bring us some nice champagne for the drive."
The unnamed man who had Fu's luggage, bowed at Doflamingo respectively and proceeded to put her belongings on the plane, and went to grab them the liquor.
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The drive to wherever they were taking her, was irritating and long. She guzzled mimosa after mimosa, as the two men talked about business. She hated doing the trophy wife's role, but...she didn't want to dwell on that; it would just ruling her seemingly pleasant mood. With all of the melodrama gone, from her talk with Miss Robin, she had nothing holding her back, emotionally. It was a nice feeling to have, especially since it had been years, since she felt some inner peace, instead of boiling turmoil and bottled up pain.
Their destination was a large victorian looking building, or rather looked like a dammed castle. There were multitudes of cars, in front; cars, most people couldnt afford even if they worked for two life times. She hated the world of the underground, Haute couture, dirty dealings, and secret societies. But the money was Good, and that was all she needed. Maybe one day she could buy her freedom, and all of it. But THAT was going to come cheap, or anytime soon, she knew that for a fact.
The group took an elevator to the to floor, After weaving though a crowd of equally ornately dressed, upper class citizens. They entered a very spacious room, that had polished heavy wooden furniture, statues, busts on pillars, thick tome lined walls of shelves. Persian rugs, chandeliers, golden candelabras, it looked better than the other two men's offices. It was classy, elegant, and that was something she could fully agree with. Doflamingos ushered her into a lavish chaise, with an equally lavish Ottoman for her feet.
Without any idea who she was supposed to be meeting or why she had to come in the firs place, she found herself rather bored as the tipsiness started fading away. Not long After a modestly dressed maid, offered her a glass of wine, which she more than gratefully accepted. "Can I smoke in here?" She asked the woman politely. The maid nodded and told her she would bring her an ashtray.
Doflamingo sat next to her, with a protective arm around her waist, and a glass of Bourbon in his other hand; relaxing next to his woman, for the night. Fu did nothing to shake his arm off, like he half expected her too. Maybe she was finally warming up to his requests; It's not like they were really all that hard, she was just stubborn.
During her second glass of wine, a tall man, with a very chiseled face, distinct cheek bones, sharply groomed black hair, on his face and head, entered the room. He had a hard stare in his face, it was neither mad, nor happy. It was completely indifferent; she wondered How a guy like that, would be in business with a man like Joker.
"This, is Darcule Mihawk. The host for tonight's...festivities; he is a Lord, of sorts, in name and wealth." Crocodile finally spoke as he asked his cigar into the tray the maid had previously given her.
The man named Dracule, in front of her, didn't show much emotion as he acknowledged her presence. She stood up, with her wine glass in hand, and bowed ever so slightly. She could've sworn his statuesque face cracked the tiniest smile at the corner of his lips. "Nice to meet you, sir." He nodded in her direction and continued staring at the door, as if he was expecting more company.
Doflamingo pulled the woman back, and sat her on his lap. She shot him a look of disgust (so did Crocodile) over her shoulder, as she was pinned on his lap; cracking his infamous grin, he shrugged taking a sip of his drink.
Not long after, an elegant woman strode in, with her head held high and a noble aura about her. Doflamingo let out a low whistle, but was elbowed in the rib by Fu. The beautiful woman who recently entered, strode over to Fu. He face looked like it was carved by angels, and her long raven hair fell gracefully down her back. The purple gown she was wearing was embroidered with golden patterns near the bottom edges of the dress, it was low cut in the front, with halter straps holding up her large breast, behind her neck.
"You. What is this woman doing here?" The l as get breasted woman sneered. Mihawk decided not to join in, Crocodile mumbled something, and Doflamingo just grinned widely. "This is my woman, Boa. How rude of you jot to introduce yourself to my darling kitten." He frown slightly.
The woman named Boa, scoffed at his impertinence. "Don't mind these idiots, my dear, I will make sure to treat you right, sister. Come, now. Let us leave these brutish perverted men. They are nothing but trouble." Fu couldn't help but laugh, she nodded, linking her arm with the woman. She had a feeling she was about to make a new friend, and on the positive side, she was a woman obviously, and the fact that she had a similar high status as her boss, he might now mind her hanging out with her often.
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The two girls sat in the corner, drinking wine together. Boa explained a few things, but was still curious to why Doflamingo brought her in the first place. "He like arm candy. That's the only thing I can think of, or a good fuck." Fu shrugged sipping her drink. Boa looked disgusted with her choice of words, because she knew it was very much true; still he NEVER brought a woman to these meetings, much less dressed her up as modest and elegantly as she was.
"What is this place..?" Fu finally asked, with a quizzical look. Boa smiled, "This is Mihawk's establishment. Its a museum, of sorts. He's a collector of rare things. Unlike, those two over there," she replied pointing to, Crocodile and Doflamingo, " His line of work is more, legit, in some aspects. But we all are tied to the nasty underground, as it were. I myself own a few designing companies. I want the world to know of my beauty and my love for it. " she shouted seriously, sipping her drink.
There was a gleam in her eyes, that she couldn't quite identify; but there was definite determination. Fu smiled, and swirled her drink, before asking another question. "I've been entangled in this world for only six years, unfortunately. So I am not necessarily here by choice, although, I would love to see How it operates more. Do you hold as much pull and power as that pink shithead, over there?"
The woman laughed heartily, at her question. The gold bangles that wrapped her wrists and upper arms, jingled as she laughed. "Yes; it is a shame I had not met you sooner, he must keep you around for a Good reason, if he trusts you to be here during this meeting. Although, I wouldn't necessarily call it a, 'meeting', It's usually just a bunch of idiots, yelling drunkenly. We never get anything accomplished, really, always ending up completely off topic. Men are idiots, you'd be wise not to spend so much time with them." Fu smiled, "I don't trust women, as much as I don't trust men. But you, Miss Hancock, seem to be different, although I can't say much considering you are a prominent figure in this... business. However I would like to see things from your point of view sometime, if you don't mind."
The look on Boa's face went from happy, to offended, to sweet and beaming with excitement. She clasped Fu's hands within her own, bringing them close together, bosoms almost touching. "Yes, sister! I will show you what It's like to really live! You don't need the company of the opposite sex, I assure you. I will make some plans, for the future. I promise." He face was dusted with a pink blush, in excitement, and that strange domineering spark was back in her eyes.
"I am taking your woman, Doflamingo! And you have no say!" She demanded, jerking Fu to stand up abruptly with her. Pointing as the smirking man. "You can't take my kitten from me~" he purred leaning forward slightly, still smiling. Fu rolled her eyes, "Yeah she can." She added, linking their arms together, as they stood victoriously next to each other.
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Amongst all the arguing bullshit, and drinking. Their host for the night, walked back into the room, slamming his hands down on the lavishly hand carved, bloodwood desk. "Be quiet. All of you. Your constant bickering is EXACTLY why we can't get anything done. " Mihawk growled darkly, shooting everyone in the room an icy glare.
Boa waved him off, as did Doflamingo, which only made his eye twitch in annoyance. "He thinks he owns the place." Boa whispered to Fu, rolling her eyes. "I DO own the place, Miss Hancock. Now can we get this started so I can attend the showing downstairs on time for once?" his jaw clenched ever so slightly, adding go his chiseled features.
In Fu's mind, he was most definitely handsome. Very, very handsome. Even though a bit of a stern dick, it did nothing to tamper with his good looks, and sultry voice.
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