The Grim Reapers Crew (A One Piece Oc Story)

The Show About To Begin

The ship was vanishing steadily into the distance, and as Ciyan turned away from the fading horizon, it was time for him to head back home. With each step, he subtly shifted—his cyan hair lengthened, his chest broadened, and the familiar surge of his feminine hormones began to reshape his body into the form of Seena. A sly grin crossed his lips as he rehearsed his alibi under his breath.

"Ciyan? Oh yeah, my brother... He was banished from the island. I'm sad, but what can I do? It's better for everyone that he left with his friends. He's too far gone to come back to the right path."

Just as he tied his hair into a bun, three claps echoed from behind a nearby tree.

"Bravo, bravo, Mrs. Seena," came a calm voice. "If I hadn't witnessed the transition myself, I'd have thought you were genuinely upset."

Seena turned to see Mýval, a sly smile playing on his face as he leaned casually against the trunk. "You couldn't wait one more day before bothering me?" she asked, rolling her eyes as she finished tying her hair.

"I was just curious about Kidd's gang's whereabouts," Mýval said, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Turns out they left."

"Congratulations," Seena replied, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "Now you're the only gang left on the island. Wreak havoc to your heart's content. No one's going to stop you—except maybe the king."

Mýval chuckled, his demeanor lazy and laid-back. "That's not really what I seek, Mrs. Seena."

"Let's talk about it in the caves then," Seena suggested with a smirk, glancing back at him as she continued walking.

"Phew," Mýval sighed, pulling out a few instant photos of Seena's transition from his pocket. "I guess I don't need to use these after all."

Seena laughed, unfazed. "Sneaky bastard."

Leading him through a series of hidden tunnels, Seena guided Mýval to a secret underground network, one he had never known existed. His eyes widened as he took in the sheer size of the cave system, marveling at the lights and technology installed over the years by Seena's crew. She led him to the bosses' room, the atmosphere shifting as the conversation turned serious.

"This place is huge," Mýval said, still looking around in disbelief. "I never would've guessed a whole cave system was under me this entire time."

"Pretty cool, right? But we're not here to talk about architecture. It's clear why you want to work with me—so tell me, what do I gain from this partnership?" Seena sat down across from him, her gaze sharp and focused.

Mýval leaned back in his chair, unbothered by her directness. "Straight to the point, I see. Well, I can offer you money and information. You've got eyes on you from every corner, being in bed with the king and all. That's hard for one person to handle alone. And, let's be honest, we both share the same goal."

Seena raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "And that goal is?"

"The assassination of the king, of course," Mýval said casually, making a slashing gesture across his neck.

Seena smirked. "You want to assassinate the king? And why, exactly?"

"Let's just say my reasons are personal," he replied lazily, though the weight of his words hinted at something deeper. "Maybe we don't share the exact same motives after all."

Seena sighed, uninterested in prying further. She didn't care if Mýval's plans involved snitching—who would believe a street thug over the innocent angelic Seena? "The king has something I want," she admitted. "A katana, to be precise. I'll do whatever it takes to get my hands on it, even if it means killing him."

Mýval chuckled. "Greed—how predictable."

"Talk," Seena ordered, leaning back in her chair.

Mýval took a deep drag from his cigarette before speaking. "I grew up surrounded by crime and injustice. Every day, it was the same story—thieves, pirates, and criminals, all taking what wasn't theirs. My brother, he was my only family. He worked his ass off trying to get us into the upper class, but no matter how hard he tried, it was always the same criminals who ruined everything. One day, he joined a gang, made enough money to get us into a better place, but it didn't change anything. People still looked down on us."

Mýval's voice grew more agitated as he continued, clearly reliving painful memories. "My brother died in a turf war. After that, I realized I couldn't just go after the gang that killed him—it wouldn't solve anything. The real problem is the system. If people had enough to survive, none of these crimes would happen in the first place. The king's the one hoarding everything while we suffer like dogs in the streets. So, I planned and planned, but every time I tried to talk to your gang, they brushed me off. I knew the only way to fix things was to go after the root of the problem—the king."

"Justice? Lame." Seena said bluntly. "You know the marines are going to take over, right?"

"Anything's better than this shitty place," Mýval smirked, blowing out another puff of smoke.

Seena stood up, extending her hand. "Who am I to question another man's motivations? We can help each other. You get me information from outside, I'll get you information from the inside. We plan, take down the king, and I get that sword. After that, the island's all yours."

Mýval grinned, taking her hand. "Happy to do business with you."

"Perfect," Seena said with a gleam in her eye. "Let's make a toast, then."