Get to You (Franky x Reader)

Chapter One

You've been a killer for hire for 8 years now, not counting the many years of rigorous training you went through after being recruited as a child. Since day one you've been very adept at your chosen career path and quickly climbed your way up the ranks of the prestigious organization you work for.

Taking out a target had become as routine for you as a desk job, and today's mission was just like any other. You'd been hired to take out a former cog in the machine of the world government, who had been found leaking highly classified information. This was a regular occurence, though not always this exact circumstance, and once again you completed your mission with ease — quickly taking out the intended target.
This target was hiding out on an island called Water 7, the island of shipwrights. He had taken up as a simple merchant here, hoping to ease into a life of normalcy despite his crimes and slip under the radar unnoticed. But of course, you're here to ensure that doesn't happen.
You'd been to Water 7 a few times before, and are quite familiar with its history. You know well of the events that occured many years prior and are a regular patron of the sea train while traveling to and from missions.

You arrived at the island on a warm summer day, but despite the weather you donned a large black cloak. The atmosphere of Water 7 and the common mask wearing among residents is of great use to you, as it allowed you to stay anonymous with little effort.
You weaved through the crowd on a street filled with shops, surveilling the area to find your targets storefront. Finally, your eyes settled on a logo of a fish displayed above a small booth with a red and white striped awning.
You approached the stand, gazing at the array of fish displayed in front of you, before analyzing the man who stood behind it. Immediately you recognized this man as your target.
"Good afternoon! Please take a look at our selection. We have a discount today on purchases over 300 berries!" The man exclaimed cheerfully. Without missing a beat, you leaned forward and quickly plunged a needle into the man's neck, and released a dark purple fluid. You removed the needle and disappeared into the crowd as the man collapsed to the floor, listening to the ensuing chaos as bystanders realized what had happened.

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After fleeing the scene, you made your way to a less populated street and stepped off into an alleyway, where you pulled out a baby transponder snail to alert your client that the mission was completed. After a brief conversation, you had the location of the final meeting point where you would receive the remainder of your payment.

You quickly made your way to rent a Yagara bull and hurried to your next destination.
Even though you'd been here many times before, the architecture and landscape of Water 7 never ceased to amaze you. The endless waterfalls and water roads connecting the neighborhoods was always a sight to behold.

You dismounted your Yagara, parking him in the designated spot before scanning the surrounding area. There were a few scattered civilians, but the street was mostly empty. You continued on to the meeting place, being sure to watch for anyone potentially following you, and made sure to go in a loop if you suspected anyone might be.

The final meeting place was a high end restaurant on the top floor of a hotel overlooking the island. You quickly identified your client in the crowded restaurant by the large black briefcase sat on the table in front of him.
You sat across the table from the gentleman, impatiently awaiting your payment. You pulled the now empty syringe from a pocket in your cloak and sat it on the table between the two of you.

"The mission is complete and the target was taken out with ease. Please allow me to collect the rest of my payment." You stated. Many of your clients, especially those from the World Government, usually wanted to converse with you and ask questions about your kill, but this bored you to no end. While you are extremely skilled at your job and take pride in your abilities, by no means do you enjoy the work you do.

With a firm grip on the suitcase's handle, the man grinned at you. "Lovely job as always, (Y/N). I have to ask, did he suffer? Was it satisfying watching the life drain from that traitor's eyes?" You swear you saw a sparkle in the man's eye as he said this.

You rolled my eyes, but thankfully it was hidden behind the mask. "As I stated before, I have completed the mission and would like the remainder of my payment now."

The man let out a sigh. "Yes, yes of course." He unlocked and opened the briefcase and spun it around so you could see inside. "800,000 berries as promised." He quickly shut the case before any other patrons of the restaurant could see.

You nodded, and took the briefcase from him. You quickly stood from your seat and thanked him for doing business, before making your way out of the restaurant and back into the streets of Water 7. The street was now completely empty, as the sun slowly dipped behind the horizon. You made your way back to where you parked your Yagara, retracing the same steps you took to get to the restaurant.

You felt uneasiness creeping in as you made your way through the empty streets, sensing eyes on your back. You were confident in your ability to move about undetected, but the feeling persisted. You surveyed your surroundings, but saw no one. You went in multiple circles, ducking into alleyways and making sharp turns to catch whoever might be pursuing you off guard, but it seemed like you were the only one out.

As you passed a dark alleyway, you were suddenly grabbed and pulled into the darkness. Despite your alertness, you were somehow ambushed. You wrestled against your attacker, when suddenly the briefcase was ripped from your grasp.
You had grown too comfortable in Water 7 due to your frequent trips in the past, and neglected to bring adequate weaponry with you, so you were left with only your hand-to-hand combat skills, which proved quite useless as both of your hands were firmly held behind your back by someone much larger than you.

You shrieked as you watched your precious berries be carried away from you by an oddly dressed man in metal overalls. With one quick motion, you swung your leg back to kick your attacker right where it hurts. Immediately, the man let you go as he doubled over in pain.

You made a quick pursuit of the other attacker who held your briefcase. When he noticed you nearing closer, he shouted "Hey bro! Catch!" and launched the briefcase up to another man on a rooftop.
You couldn't believe what was happening. In all your years, no one had successfully robbed you, or ever gotten close enough to try. You couldn't possibly fathom how you allowed this travesty to happen.
You felt the rage bubble up inside of you as you watched the man on the roof carry your earnings away. When you finally caught up to the man on the ground, you hit him with a solid right hook to the jaw, knocking him off his feet.

These men had crossed a line that there was no coming back from, and they were going to pay dearly for it.