Nami pushed herself to peak over the edge of the fallen table, Robin behind her, their ice cream forgotten. The man who yelled made his way to the main register, and waved the gun around at the people behind the counter, who all ducked for safety. His men laughed, as he slammed his fist against the register, and leaned over slightly, "Hey, lady!" he yelled, looking at the woman who had previously been behind the register, "You gonna give us the cash?" she was shaking, so he turned around and glanced around the room, "You guys want to die?" he asked, and fired three shots. Everyone, besides Robin, ducked for cover. "Hey, woman," he said looking over to Nami's black haired friend, "You look brave, care to join us?" he brought the gun to her head.
"Put the gun down," a voice was heard behind the group of terrorists, "you're not scaring anyone with that."
"What!" the man exclaimed, turning around, and marching over to his men, "who said that!"
"I said that you drew the gun, so put your life on the line." the voice repeated, and a gunshot was fired.
The man fell onto the ground, dead. Blood was spreading across the tiled floors of the ice cream shop. Nami held in the urge to gag. Robin rubbed her back, and peeked over the edge of the table. There was someone in a black leather suit, red button-up and black tie, wearing black sleek sunglasses. There was a black hat on his head, though it seemed to be covering up another hat. His hand held a gun pointing to the air, smoke coming out of it, though the bullet had gone through the ceiling. The people that were with the man dead on the ground looked at the newcomer, he didn't even have a gun, however one guy panicked, and pointed to the top of a building a distance away, where a man, though difficult to make out was triumphantly holding a slingshot.
Robin smiled, there he was again. Her savior from the car crash. He was the very person that had gotten in the way of the vehicle that seemed to be aiming to kill her. Behind him was a man wearing a black bandana, a black leather suit, a dark green button-up and black tie. Instead of flip-flops like the guy in the hat, he wore combat boots. He also had three top-of-the-line swords attached to his hip, they were coated in a black leather casings over their sheathes, to hide the designs it seemed like. He was also wearing sunglasses, though that didn't help to hide the three gold shining earrings in his left ear.
Nami peeked over the edge of the table with Robin, these gangster terrorists looked like they didn't stand a chance. A new person appeared behind them, wearing a mask over his nose, and black sunglasses, he had a black leather suit with a royal blue button-up and black tie. He wore standard black business shoes. Though he wore glasses, his blond hair covered up his right eye.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Geeze, Number Seven," the swordsman stated, annoyed, "you're late."
"At least I didn't cut the people down, marimo!" the black masked man yelled back.
"Calm down," the man in the hat stated, holding up his hands, "Just make sure everyone is alright, Black Leg."
"Alright, Captain," Black Leg, the blond man in the black mask, stated, before going to the women, "Are you alright, mademoiselles?"
"Yeah," Robin replied.
"Oi, Pirate Hunter," the supposed captain called out, "clear away for them to leave, it doesn't look like these guys are going to make it easy."
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Captain," the man with the swords, Pirate Hunter, said, before unsheathing his swords, and placing one in his mouth.
The captain got into a fighting stance, "I'm ready when you are!" he said to the people ravaging the ice cream shop.
"Who the heck are you anyway!"
"Straw Hat," the captain smirked, before plunging through the hordes of the gang, and terrorists attacking him.
"Straw hat?" Nami muttered, as Black Leg, led the women out through the back entrance.
"Marimo, don't kill all of them!" he called back to Pirate Hunter.
Pirate Hunter swung his swords together, and sliced down three of the men, the captain, Straw Hat, it seemed, had already knocked out many of the group. A few shots were fired from further up, the top of the building. Had you been able to see him, he would have been wearing a black bandana, sniper glasses, and a black suit, like the others, with a mustard yellow button-up and black tie, like the others, he had a different type of shoe, black hiking boots. He had a black slingshot, and a bag across his torso. He fired a shot, and it exploded as soon as it hit the ground, into a smoke screen. The people on his side appreciated the gesture, while the ones fighting back were annoyed by it. Their attacks were hindered, as the smoke got into their eyes.
Black Leg had kicked a few people, and stood in a handstand, and spun around, kicking his attackers' jaws. Before he'd get up and guide the unofficial hostages out of the building.
One time, Nami swore that it seemed his leg was on fire, but since his pants hadn't been cinged, she thought she must have just imagined it.
"Who are you guys?" Nami asked, after they got their way outside, through the back entrance.
"Classified." Black Leg responded, before running back in, "I have to keep you ladies safe!"
"Doesn't he remind you of someone?" Robin asked.
"Sanji?" Nami responded.
"Mhm," Robin agreed.
"But Sanji is with Pudding right now, he called me right before you came."
"I guess it's another woman pleaser than." Robin sighed, "Unless Pudding was murdered, and he's here to get his revenge."
"Robin, stop being so dark." Nami sighed, as the two women made their way away from the building, and to Robin's parked car.
"I didn't expect some black suited super agents to come and save us from the terrorists," Nami said, as they were nearing the car.
"It sure isn't something you see everyday," Robin replied, glancing back, as if in hopes they were alright. She could have sworn he man in the black bandana had green hair. The scar on his face, that was hidden by his sunglasses, and the piercings in his ear, seemed way too familiar to her, not to mention the fact that he carried three swords. If he had green hair, her suspicions would be accurate that they really were back, but he had been too far away to really tell, and the black bandana covered most of it.
"I don't know who they are," Robin said, once they were safely in the car, the top had been raised when they parked, "but the captain, Straw Hat, was it? was the one who made sure I hadn't gotten injured a week ago."
"Really? I'll have to thank him sometime." Nami decided.
"You can't contact them though, I think they're vigilantes." Robin smirked.
"Vigilantes?" Nami looked at her friend, as they drove away from the crime, "You mean those people who 'do the right thing' but not in accordance with the government?"
"Yeah, I mean, someone just shot one of their leading members, remember?" Robin said, glancing over at her friend, before her eyes went back on the road.
"That's a little terrifying." Nami replied, "Aren't you scared about them at all?"
"Not if they're just here to do the right thing, Nami." Robin replied, and Nami reminisced on what Robin had told her of her past, it was far from breezy. It made Nami feel a little selfish, about her own past. She glanced out the window, the trees, and grass going by in a blur, she sighed, "Do you know anything more about them?"
"No, I don't" Robin admitted, "though there's a faint rumor, that you can only find if you dig for it, it's hard to find any information on them really."
Nami nodded, as she continued to watch the scenery. So they were for justice, but not really going by the law, but not really against it either. It seemed rather strange. She always had a slight distaste for vigilantes. After all, her ex was one, even though he didn't do anything good. He just kind of took control, he was more of a terrorist than anything. She was glad she was free from him now, she wasn't really able to tell who it was that yelled at her once he was defeated. Something about let's be friends. She never saw his face, and doubted he saw hers, but she wanted to meet the guy who saved her from that beast of a man.
"What's the rumor?" Nami asked, thoughts swirling through her head.
"That the captain of this vigilante group, is a Monkey. The grandson that's been missing for a long time, even reported dead." Robin replied, not seeing Nami's wide eyed reaction.