One Piece

Crocodile

It popped into your mouth with ease, quickly exhorting the delicious, thick cream you loved.
As your mouth was filled with the delicious savory flavor, you swallowed it all quickly, and then you popped another one in.

These little cinnaballs were amazing! You'd just gotten back from bringing the Baroque agents their lunches and you'd gotten your hands on some sweet little goodies.

Crocodile didn't seem to thrilled with his own lunch, but he didn't seem to be complaining all that much; something he did regularly on schedule.

Not that you were complaining; didn't bother you a bit. Meant less yelling to hear and more quiet to nap in.

"Hey Y/n, question.."

You heard Paula call you from your office, making you open the door and pop your head out.

"Yeah? Something wrong?"

She shook her head, her blue hair frizzed out.

"We just want you to come eat with us, is that alright?"

You thought for a second.

Did you have paperwork to fill out? Did you give Crocodile all of his documents to sign? After all that was very critical...you were his secretary after all.

You shrugged. You were pretty sure that you had, and if you hadn't... Oh well...onto another job.

You grabbed your bag from your desk and walked out, walking with the other agents down to the little sitting room down the hall.

For assassins and spies, this was one of the best places to work; in your opinion anyway.

You'd once worked as an assassin for Crocodile, for several years actually; before he even began Baroque Works you were a personal assassinator.

That was until a fairly sketchy mission left you unable to work for three months due to very deep stab wounds and internal bleeding.

After that episode, Crocodile took it upon himself to promote you to his secretary; so he could keep an eye on you he'd said.

"I don't need one of my only sane workers dead."

You chuckled as the words replayed in your mind, the way he said it was so casual, but still full of his serious demeanor.

Serious, the man was always so serious. You never understood why, you'd try to get his mood to lighten, but couldn't find the words to even lift the unforgiving cold from his eyes.

"Y/n?"

You broke away from your thoughts and looked over at Mr. 2, who currently looked at you as if you'd just grown a second pair of eyes.

"What?"
"You took my sandwich from the bag..."

You looked down into your hands and noticed a half eaten sandwich. You chuckled shyly and handed it back to him.

"Ehe...sorry Bon boy."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, taking a bite from the half of the sandwich.

You sigh.

Oh what you'd give to go on a mission, but you knew you weren't allowed. You knew when Crocodile set guidelines he wouldn't bend them, not for anybody.

But...working all day in that office did a number on you. Sitting all day wasn't something you wanted to get accustomed too; no matter how comfy the chair.