Disclaimer: I totally forgot to do this in the first chapter. I do not own "One Piece"! It is not mine!

"Wednesday's Child"

Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Nefeltari Vivi, now Miss Wednesday, stood in front of Miss AllSunday's desk, hands clasped behind her in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. She was here for her job briefing, the last step before becoming a full Baroque Works agent. Though this meeting was a mere formality, Miss Wednesday couldn't stop her stomach from twisting into a hundred little knots as she stood under the scrutiny of Mr. O's cool-eyed partner.

"Miss Wednesday." Miss AllSunday cocked her head to one side and smiled at her from under the brim of a galleon hat. "The name suits you, at least."

Miss Wednesday blinked nervously. She had expected a speech, not a conversation. "I don't understand what you mean," she replied cautiously.

Miss AllSunday's smile widened. "'Full of woe,'" she explained, quoting the nursery rhyme.

"I - I'll try to be more cheerful," Miss Wednesday stammered lamely. A raised eyebrow was added to Miss AllSunday's secretive smile. Miss Wednesday clenched her hands tighter.

Thankfully, Miss AllSunday's eyes dropped just then, going to the file spread open on the desk in front of her. "There are no assignments for you at the present moment," she said in a more brisk sort of tone, and Miss Wednesday relaxed. "Since Mr. 9 has requested a personal holiday. So for now you will accompany Mr. 8 and Miss Monday until Mr. 9's return. Miss Monday will be your mentor and will fully instruct you on the duties of a Baroque Works agent. Any questions?"

"N-no." Miss Wednesday shook her head vigorously. When Miss AllSunday made no move to either reprimand or dismiss her, Miss Wednesday rushed in to fill the silence. "So I'll be following Miss Monday?"

"That is correct."

"'Fair of face,'" Miss Wednesday couldn't help saying out loud. A memory of Miss Monday, huge and hulking and mannish, flashed through her mind. She flushed. "That's a cruel sort of joke."

Up went Miss AllSunday's eyebrow again. "She was given the title for her ability, not her appearance," the vice-president said sharply. "And may I remind you, Miss Wednesday, that she is your superior. I assure you there is no need for patronization." She waved a hand, seemingly unaware of Miss Wednesday's blush. "If you have no questions, then you are dismissed."

Miss Wednesday turned to go. As she placed a hand on the doorknob, Miss AllSunday's voice stopped her.

"By the way," the other woman said casually. "I suggest you tread carefully from now on, Princess. Some members of Baroque Works would be extremely excited to know there was royalty in their midst. Who knows what they might do."

Miss Wednesday closed her eyes. She didn't ask how Miss AllSunday knew; what was the point? Miss AllSunday knew, and she almost certainly knew about Igaram as well, and that was that. "Is that a threat?" Miss Wednesday finally asked without turning around.

"No." Miss AllSunday's voice sounded amused. "Merely a friendly warning, which will not be given again. Mr. O is is vain, Princess, and he is power-hungry. Possibly he is even mad. But he is not a fool. He will not fail to notice that the princess of Arabasta and the Captain of the Guard are among his titled agents. But who knows? I might convince him not to kill you."

Miss Wednesday could hear her stretching and putting her feet on the desk. Still she didn't turn. "What's stopping you?" she said quietly. "Why don't you just go and have him kill us now?"

"I can't be bothered." There was a rustle and a pause. "Forgive the comparison, Princess, but I invite you to think of flies. There are some people for whom violence itself is the crime, and who would no more kill a fly than a man. That's you. There are others who live to kill, and will destroy even insignificant flies for the sheer fact that they are alive. That's Mr. O. But most people don't care about flies one way or the other. Whether a fly lives or dies is of no importance to them. Some people like that kill flies thoughtlessly anyway. Perhaps, as long as you do your buzzing far away, I am letting you live thoughtlessly. But if you get too close, I might have to swat you after all."

Miss Wednesday opened the door. "Thank you for the warning," she said quietly. "But I think you'll find that I'm not so easy to swat." She stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind her. Then she made her way out of Rain Dinners, down the streets of Rainbase and to her hotel room to begin packing her belongings for the assignment with Mr. 8 and Miss Monday.

It was a long time before her hands stopped shaking.

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