𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜||𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

7||Rainbase

Welcome to chapter 7(queue jazz hands)

A/N:

S/c=skin color

E/c=eye color

H/c=hair color

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"I-huff-finally—ARRIVED!" (Name) shouted as his hands were on his knees, still drenched in sweat from the heat as he was fanning himself with one hand. The people in the lobby looked at him like he was a mad man. It wasn't entirely inaccurate. His hair was grainy and dry and his lips were starting to get chapped. He had his usual bags under his eyes and his skin was dry and ashy from the sun.

(Name) trudged tiredly to the front desk, placing down 5,000 beli silently and held out his hand.

A second later a key was now in his dirty palm from the clerk who didn't even seem fazed by the condition he was in.

The man briefly nodded his head in thanks and walked(more like swayed) to the elevator down the hall.

People around him avoided him as he made his way past them, clearing a path to stay as far away from the strange newcomer as humanely possible.

(Name) ignored all of them. He couldn't give a flying duck right now. He just wanted to sleep. He never thought he would even think of wanting that.

His sleep paralysis had started to fade as the lack of stress and anxiety (Name) had carried from his original world diminished. He was still unsure of sleeping but he found it easier to accept the rest than before.

After coaxing from Shanks and getting knocked out by Benn on multiple occasions, (Name) has come to terms that his sleep paralysis has nearly faded completely.

He used the key to unlock the door in front of him.

Room 44.

(Name) opened the door and walked into the dark room and pulled the string connected to a light bulb on the ceiling.

It wasn't the nicest room, but it did it's job.

(Name) breathed in the fresh aroma of a hotel suite before dropping his bag on the ground, grabbing pair of clean clothes, and immediately heading to the bathroom and stripped himself down. He stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

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Crocodile couldn't help but feel...off.

He knew that the Straw hats and the princess were eliminated and nothing stood in his way. Nothing at all.

Yet he felt something make the hairs on the back of his neck stand.

He stubbed out the cigar in his mouth and lit another one and placing it where the 1st one once was. A second later he puffed smoke from his mouth. He didn't like this odd feeling at all, and he was going to get rid of the source as soon as gets his hands on it.

"Is something the matter? You seem more irritated than usual."

Crocodile turned his head to his partner, Miss All-Sunday. She was a pretty woman with a good figure and usually had a cowboy hat adorning the top of her head.

"Just wondering if Mr.2 has finished his assignment already. He's one to drag out missions for his own entertainment. As for the millions, you've already stationed them, no?" Crocodile dismissed her first question and redirected the topic elsewhere.

"Indeed. 2,000 lining the river by Albarna where they should be able to hold off any royal guards or marines for now." She confirmed.

"Good." Was the only reply she received."After this, Alabasta will be mine."