"Do you have your notes?"

"Yes." Not really, Amy either left them at school or Carol's house.

"Lunch money?"

"Nope." That was a lie.

Smoker floated her a twenty with some smoke. Amy grinned and took it, score!

"Don't kill anyone." No promises there. Amy imitated one of Smoker's grunts in response as he pulled up to Arcadia. More than a few students pulled out their phone and started taking pictures or videos. Great...this was going to be all over PHO.

Amy got off of his Billower Bike and looked at him.

"Anything else?" Amy asked. He had been doing this the whole way to school. Smoker insisted...that she should go. Specifically, he said to talk to her sister. 'Family was important.' She heard Smoker say in the back of her head.

"Tashigi will pick you up in the afternoon. If she can't make it someone else will come." Amy nodded with a small smile. She turned to move when she heard him speak.

"No vaping. Only pussys vape." Smoker drove off in a puff of smoke a few seconds later. Coughing only slightly, Amy started walking to the school entrance. It seemed Vicky wasnt here yet. Amy was both...relieved and disappointed. She really missed her sister, but Amy couldn't go back...not to that house.

Oh no, Vicky's friends were here. They were gathered in a small circle right by the main entrance, probably waiting for the bell to ring so they could be fashionably late. Maybe she could sneak past them?

Nah, Dean was there with Dennis. Dean would notice her as soon as she got close, and Dennis was a loudmouth who would expose her. Pulling her hood over her head, Amy quickly walked past whispering students. Some were talking about her, and others were about their own business. Dean gave her a weird look, but Amy ignored the Ward and was about to enter the building, her hand grabbing the cold door handle, when she felt a familiar, comforting aura come over her. Vicky…

Amy felt a smile grow on her face.

"Amy!" She heard her gorgeous Vicky say. Amy slowly turned around to see her beautiful sister.

"Vicky."

I love you.

Smoker was stacking some rocks when Armsmaster arrived. It was one of his favorite pastimes, especially when he combined it with cigars. It helped him to focus...and relax. His shoulders carried a heavy burden after all. He wouldn't fail his men the same way he failed Natsuko.

Today's Haki training showed some improvements. It would be useful when fighting more challenging opponents.

Cipher walked in, followed by Armsmaster. Smoker eyed them as he kept stacking rocks slowly.

"I see you're having fun huh Papa Smoke." Cipher said. She was wearing her costume, minus the suit, coat, and tophat. She still wore the white vest and shirt though, with that irritating mask. Cipher sat on the couch across from Smoker, and placed her black shoes on his table. With an annoyed glare, Smoker turned to Armsmaster, who stood next to the couch, looking like a statue. He was giving Smoker's Transponder Snail a weird look at the moment. Tashigi also had one at her house, only to be used in extreme emergencies.

"Thank you for hearing me out Captain Smoker."

Smoker grunted in response and placed a rock on top of another. "What do you want?" Cipher glanced at Armsmaster and nodded.

"He needs your help." She said before Armsmaster could speak. Armsmaster flashed Cipher an annoyed look before nodding. Smoker could sense her grinning under that mask.

"She is correct."

Smoker kept his face blank and stared at Armsmaster. "With what?"

"Cipher had agreed to provide me with information. In exchange, she wished to join the Marines." Armsmaster started. Was Cipher...a spy? Smoker hardened his gaze.

"What information." That wasn't a question.

"Information about a villain infiltrating the PRT." Smoker paused and glanced at Cipher. She was nodding along while looking at her nails.

"That's true." She said casually. A criminal infiltrated the PRT? The Marines had had their own fair share of traitors. The now disgraced Captain Nezumi was being court marshalled before Smoker's expedition, for collaborating with a fishman pirate, and was instrumental in the death of hundreds of Marines. Every organization was bound to have scum.

"And."

Armsmaster seemed more serious.

"Coil has infiltrated the PRT as a high ranking officer. I would prefer to keep PRT matters within the organization, but Cipher has brought to my attention that any move I make, Coil would be aware of." Armsmaster clenched his fist. "I need your help to purge the local PRT of traitors, and I need Cipher's help to identify traitors and loyalist."

Smoker took a few more puffs of smoke, and stacked another rock. This was a lot of information to take in at once. Plus, it might put the lives of his men at risk. Still, joining the Marines was a risk by itself.

"The Marines have no jurisdiction in PRT or Protectorate matters, unless they have been caught in a crime or an arrest warrant has been issued."

Another rock.

"But we will help where we can." Armsmaster nodded and turned to Cipher.

"Can you help identify if any members of the Protectorate are moles planted by Coil." Of course Armsmaster would need to secure his team first. He would need a base of power to make any moves.

"I'll see what I can do." Cipher shrugged casually. Smoker placed another rock on his pile, and glanced at Armsmaster. The armored hero would have made a decent Marine back home.

Armsmaster left soon after, leaving some tinkertech communication device to contact him with. Smoker just handed it to Cipher without another thought. He didn't need that thing ringing while he was stacking rocks. That would break his focus.

"It seems I'm going to have a lot of work in my future." Cipher stood up. "And headaches." She added.

"That doesn't mean you're going to skip training." Smoker grunted and started another rock tower. "Hand to hand with Weaver when she's back from school, and you'll be hitting the shooting range with Seo when he comes back."

Cipher groaned and walked out, silently closing the door behind her. Smoker grinned when he was finally alone.

Finally, peace and quiet. He gently placed another rock on the tower.

After a few minutes of silence, Smoker glanced at the clock. Just a few more hours.

He had an appointment with some Merchants. It would be rude to be late. Smoker took a few more puffs of smoke.

Skidmark was going to get his ass kicked.

A/N

I read this Oreigairu fanfic with a yakuza twist. The ending was extremely rushed and I am disappointed. The way it was written seemed like it had a few more arcs, but then BAM. Epilogue, and an unclear end on who Hachiman ends up with.

That ruined my day.

Speaking of ships, I have none planned in here, since it's not a romance story. I might add some later, but they aren't going to be forced. I only have one obvious pairing that has been referenced once a chapter or so ago. Cookie if you find it.