Wind Demon (One Piece x Male Reader)

'Demon' Child Robin

Y/N landed lightly on the steel floor of the second cart, his boots making a sharp clink as he straightened. Sanji stood before him, brushing his hands off as if ridding himself of the last remnants of his recent fight.

“So, you were the one who tore up the roof,” Sanji remarked, his voice calm but carrying an edge of curiosity as he gestured toward the damage above them.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, his tone nonchalant, though his eyes scanned the cart for threats. “Did you finish off that freak?”

Sanji smirked and pointed toward the first car where the defeated Wanze now lay sprawled near the CP9 agents. “Yeah, just now. Left him as a gift for those guys up front.”

Before Y/N could respond, a sudden crash reverberated through the cart. Franky came hurtling through, his massive frame colliding with the floor in a loud thud. The cyborg groaned, rubbing his shoulder as he stood up, shaking off the impact like it was nothing.

“Yeesh, man,” Sanji muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Where the hell did you come from?”

Franky cracked his neck and adjusted his sunglasses, giving a sharp grin. “Just dealing with some punk in the back.”

Meanwhile, in the first car, the CP9 agents stood unfazed by the commotion. Kalifa pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her voice cold and precise. “It’s gotten noisy all of a sudden.”

Blueno, leaning casually against the wall, nodded. “So, in the end, all the soldiers in the escort were wiped out?”

Kaku crossed his arms, his expression stoic but tinged with mild disdain. “Not that we expected much from them to begin with.”

Sanji’s gaze sharpened, his posture shifting into a defensive stance. “It’s them, isn’t it?”

Y/N nodded, his jaw tightening as his eyes locked onto the group. “They’re the ones who actually took Robin away.”

Franky stretched his mechanical arms with a loud creak, his muscles tensing. “Watch yourselves. These guys have some weird martial arts techniques. They’re not like the others.”

Suddenly, from behind them, Nero, Franky’s previous opponent, staggered to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His breaths were labored, his face twisted with a mix of pain and desperation.

“Ohhh… Urgh…” Nero groaned, clutching his side.

“Who’s he?” Lucci asked, his voice devoid of emotion as he glanced toward the injured man.

Kaku’s eyes flicked over Nero dismissively. “Probably that new CP9 recruit Corgy mentioned. A ‘four powers’ fighter. I think his name’s Nero.”

Nero spat blood onto the floor, his teeth bared in a feral snarl. “Curses!” He took a step forward, his legs shaking beneath him. “There’s no going back now! Up until now, I was known as a martial arts genius! I don’t care about the mission anymore—I’m going to kill you!” He pointed a trembling finger at Franky, his voice trembling with fury.

Before Nero could act, Lucci began to approach him with slow, deliberate steps, his presence suffocating. “Hey, newbie,” Lucci said, his tone cold and condescending.

Nero turned, his bravado faltering as Lucci’s piercing gaze locked onto him. “Eh…? You’re Rob Lucci, huh?” Nero forced a laugh, trying to regain his confidence. “Should’ve introduced myself sooner… Just hang on a second. I’m gonna go kill that guy first, then we can—”

“You’re going to do nothing,” Lucci interrupted, his voice cutting through Nero’s words like a blade. “We’re taking Franky alive. You can’t let your emotions take priority over your duties.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “Never mind. I’ll give you three seconds. Hurry and run.”