Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: You would not believe how many times Lucci wanted to autocorrect to Gucci. Anyway, here we go!
And say it with me, MINORS, D N I, do not interact!! And if you're gonna be a rule breaker, don't tell me you're a minor!! Okay? I'm watching you, be good!! Okay. Wattpad gods see, I'm making the warnings!!
The World Government headquarters was a place of cold efficiency. Conversations were kept short, voices were hushed, and every step echoed through pristine hallways as if to remind those who walked them that they were always being watched.
You had long grown used to this environment. In an organisation like CP0, competence was expected, excellence was demanded. You had delivered on both counts for years, carving out a place among the elite not just through your skill but through a particular cunning that few could match.
Among a sea of masked agents, you had a name, a reputation. That reputation was likely why you were here now, standing in one of the briefing rooms alongside a handful of others, waiting for orders.
You kept your stance straight, hands behind your back, watching as others filtered in. Discussions were minimal, everyone knew their roles well enough. It was just a matter of who would be chosen for what.
When Rob Lucci entered, the air shifted. It was always the same when he walked into a room. People stood a little straighter, some glanced away, others stiffened instinctively. He was the kind of man who commanded attention without needing to say a word, his mere presence setting the tone.
You watched as he moved toward the front, accompanied, as always, by Hattori, the white pigeon perched neatly on his shoulder.
The moment he passed you, you offered the same greeting you always did. "Good morning, Lucci. Hattori". The words were simple, a polite acknowledgment, but it set you apart.
Most addressed Lucci formally, if they addressed him at all. None bothered to acknowledge his pigeon, save for you. Perhaps they saw it as foolish or unnecessary, but that never stopped you.
Lucci barely paused, but Hattori let out a soft coo, tilting his head toward you, and while it was fleeting, you caught it, that almost imperceptible shift in Lucci's gaze as he looked at you, just for a second. Then he moved past you, taking his usual place.
The briefing proceeded as expected. High level discussions, assignments, details that mattered in your line of work. A high profile figure had recently begun making moves against the World Government.
Your task, along with Lucci and a select few others, was to eliminate the problem before it escalated. Names were given, locations assigned. It was all procedural, except for one detail.
"You'll be working with Lucci for this mission". That caught your attention. Not that you hadn't worked with him before, but it wasn't common. Lucci worked alone more often than not. The fact that you were being paired together meant someone believed the mission required both your skills.
