"Move."
A single flick of the wrist was all it took to get the Alabastian guards out of your way. They may not have recognised you, but having a Marine captain in uniform at your back was enough to get you into the palace. Not that it really could be called a palace anymore.
"Tch!" Smoker ground his teeth into his cigars. "This sorta shit is why I never like Warlords."
"Agreed," you muttered, taking in the layers upon layers of sand that now dusted the Royal Palace of Alabasta as if icing on a cake. Not to mention the splatters of blood dotted across the walls... You weren't sure you even wanted to know what happened here. "I hope you will not interfere with what I am about to do."
He snorted. "As if. I get that you'll have to look like a bitch for your whole act to work, but I'm not going to sit back idly if you take things too far."
"Hah..." You bit back a chuckle. "I suppose that is as good as I can come to expect from a true man of the law. I thank you in advance for your cooperation."
"Hmph!"
"What are you planning?" Sabo hissed into your ear. Unlike Ace, he was more than happy to don a Marine uniform once in a while. Mostly because he had done so several times before. "I told you that Crocodile took the King hostage, and Vivi's out searching for the-"
"I'm well aware of that."
They weren't why you'd come here. Nor why you'd called Captain Smoker to your side despite his various grumblings. No.
You raised a hand to stop your entourage before the series of bedraggled (and not so bedraggled curiously enough) soldiers.
That wasn't why you were here.
Pausing, you sucked in a breath.
"Soldiers of Alabasta."
You didn't shout. You hardly even raised your voice over the sounds of the cannonfire, gunshots, and sword clashes. You knew better than that. A loud voice was ineffective. Childlike. For someone insecure to broadcast a feeble attempt at authority. True power wasn't one that had to be yelled.
"Do you know who I am?"
A soft voice wasn't always kind. Nor was it tender. You had been told your tongue was like a viper's, slowly slinking into every ear and brain. For you have to strain your ears when people speak quietly. You have to really focus. For that is how they know your power was real. That it radiated off you in waves.
"I am Saint (y/n) of the great Celestial Dragons, God among men-"
One of the guards scoffed. That same man found himself with your bullet straight between his eyes. Dead.
"-and spokesperson of the World Government."
That you could and would end lives in a flick of your finger.
"It appears-" the atmosphere was now thick enough to be cut with a knife- "this petty 'civil war' of yours has gotten out of hand at last. I thought due to my presence in the country an agreeable solution to be reached within minutes." Your eyes traced harshly over the row of people. "Apparently, that assumption was incorrect."
Pft as if.
"Not only did you allow me to see such chaos and disorder, but in fact your usage of basic military strategy is so poor that I am genuinely ashamed to associate myself with the Alabastian Royal family." Lines creased between your brow. "How dare you bring such shame to your King. If I were him I would have disposed of you all on the spot."
"But you-"
BANG!
"There is no time for you to talk back to me." You stowed your pistol once again and turned away from the collapsing body. "This is a warzone, and I will not tolerate any form of insubordination. Even if that means decreasing our own men. You there."
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
