Fifteen Years With Only a Single Star

Chapter 6

Robin was definitely not a friend of the law. Luckily, neither was I. We got along decent, joining groups here and there for a living. We made our way through the Grande Line alone, a four year old and a thirteen year old, traveling together. I soon stopped talking to others, and revealed my powers to her when we were in a slight pinch. Robin was twenty-six now. I was seventeen. We had been approached by one of the Shichibukai, Crocodile, for Robin's ability to read the Poneglyph. I was to be his personal servant until Alabasta was his, for I would not leave Robin. I was like a slave, but had luxuries as well. I could walk around Rainbase and explore, as well as being able to travel when I did not have a job to do. I loved the Bananawani. I also had many, many clothes supplied to me. I slept with my Heart Pirates sweatshirt at night.

Often, Crocodile asked me to dance for him. It was a fetish, I guess. He was a weird forty-year old-what was I supposed to do?

Most of the Baroque Works members knew me as 'Miss Musicbox.' Shitty name. Crocodile named me that.

Today was a bit strange. Miss Wednsday and Mr. Nine had gone to Whiskey Peak and I had to go as well, seeing as Crocodile wanted me to go if anything went wrong. I was like his errand girl! It annoyed me, but whenever I acted up, he threatened to burn my scarf or throw away my necklace, which I could not bear.

He didn't know about my wings so he sent me with one of the giant turtles, this one name Miyagi. He was very docile and like to sleep. I arrived at Whiskey Peak a little bit after a pirate ship had. Their figurehead was a... sheep? A ram? What? The flag it flew was a Jolly Roger with a straw hat. Again, what?

"Musicbox-Sama!" I was greeted by Igaram.

Yes, I did know about the Alabasta conspiracy and the plot to discover who was behind everything, yadda yadda yadda. I came across Igaram and Miss Wednesday conversing about it about a year ago. I agreed with them because I thought that my direct superior was a perverted dickhead.

I nodded at the old guy, my gaze flicking to the ship and then to the lively city hall.

"Yes, yes... The Straw Hat pirates. Another bunch. Quite lively, if I do say so myself. Would you like to see them?"

I bowed my head in confirmation before the whiteish blonde-ish man lead me to the main hall, where I was bombarded with a strange array of sights. A golden-haired man in a suit had about seven different women on his hip, cooing to each of them with hearts in his eyes. A stringy, thin, dark and curly haired boy stood on a table, rambling about a 'Great Captain Usopp.' A boy in a straw hat sat at the centre of the room, practically inhaling the meat and other foodstuffs laid out for him. The last two were in a drinking contest, one with fluorescent orange hair and skimpy clothing, the other with hair as green as grass, slightly tanned, a green waistband and three swords. I raised an eyebrow. I knew who he was, yes. We had tried to recruit him awhile back. He refused, stating that he would join only if he was the leader. I forgot his name, even though I had to go watch how things went. Hehe. Totonoa Moku? Romiroa Zori? Zozonia Roro? Roronoa Zoro!

"They are the Straw Hat crew."

I nodded, signaling that I understood.

"Oh! Beautiful angel that has descended from the clouds! I have been dazzled by your holiness and want nothing more than to die, so we can be together in the heavens!" A perverted voice wooed.

I spun around, coming face-to-face with the strange blonde man.

"Ah! The striking blue eyes of a cold goddess! Please allow me to melt your frozen he-"

I gave a silent glare at him, turning around and walking away.

"I-I apologize for my niece's behavior!" Igaram said sheepishly. "She doesn't talk much."