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Achoo!
Buggy sniffles and wipes his nose.
"You better not have gotten sick, clown." Crocodile mumbles under his breath. Buggy sniffs again and straightens up immediately.
This whole morning, he's been sneezing, and he doesn't know why. He knows he's popular but geez- whoever is talking about him needs to shut the fuck up. One more sneeze and these barbarians are gonna string him up just for existing. Crocodile would enjoy it though, Mihawk would just beat his ass out of sheer boredom.
Currently, there on their way to a meeting between a crew that wanted to negotiate territory. In exchange for setting up a base, they would work under cross guild. Before they take them in as allies, Crocodile and Mihawk wanted to talk business with them.
Here they are, on a rented ship from one of their older armadas because Crocodile and Mihawk would rather kneel on the executioners stand than ride on that freakshow of a pirate ship in Buggys image. Buggy stands on the edge of the rail. With Crocodile next to him with his gaze on the horizon, he watches the coast.
"Maybe it's your cologne that's making me sneeze," Buggy whispers to himself. Crocodile is quick to pull Buggys ponytail by the hook and pick him up to his face. "AAAAAH I MEAN- It's the ocean! yeah! I'm allergic, ya know? Devil fruit ah haha." Buggy laughs nervously. Crocodile just tsk's and tosses Buggy back down on the deck harshly.
"Watch your tongue," he breaths in, smoking his cigar. He leans over and blows smoke in Buggys face, making him cough. "Till your debt is paid, you're my lap dog." He reaches out with his hand and pats him on the head, straightening his loose blue stands. "Be a good pet and behave" Crocodile grips his hair with emphasis then let's go.
"Understood," Buggy whimpers and holds his head in pain. He doesn't have his captain's hat on, just his hair tied back and in normal clothes. On the ship, it's just them three, Alvida and Daz are back on the island in charge while the three of them sail out to handle the meeting.
From the back of the ship, a door can be heard opening. Mihawk comes out and yawns. He doesn't say anything but just nods his head to crocodile and glares at Buggy. "You woke me up."
Buggy is quick to scramble and kneel with his forehead on the deck at Mihawk's boots. "I'M SORRY! I'LL BE QUIET FROM NOW ON!". He feels the sole of his boot on his head.
"Then stop shouting. Any ship within a 100-mile radius can probably hear your yapping."
"MY APOL-"
shink
"Quiet." Mihawks sword is drawn. His blade is a centimeter from Buggys cheek.
Buggy gulps. 'Im fucked! Hes gonna kill me for sure!' he thinks tearfully. His head is freed from Mihawks boot as he walks to the front where Crocodile is. He risks raising his head and looking to them. Mihawk and Crocodile are looking around, wary. 'Marines?'
Buggy stands and looks around and gawks. To his left, a grand white ship with the symbol of the celestial dragons. To his right... the Red Force. As buggy screams, Mihawk taps his head with the blunt side of his sword harshly. Their own ship is relatively small. Regardless of how they managed to find them, they'll have to figure out how to escape, not fight.
"Clown, get this ship moving, now." Crocodile demands. His hand is already generating a sand breeze.
"YES SIR!" He splits and speeds to the helm. Just as soon as his upper body flies, a cannon from the celestial vessel shoots a cannon, nearly missing Buggy. Cannon fire flies and Mihawk slices through each of them. From the Red Force, on the mast, Buggy sees him running up and jumping off it, barreling towards their ship.
At the same time, a person shoots off the deck of the white vessel in a similar black cape. They both land on the deck of the ship.
Mihawk and Crocodile are quick to turn and attack but their efforts are in vain as both of the intruders deflect. Both with swords.
When the sand from Crocodiles attack settles, Buggy sees them. Same as how he left him after marine ford. In his black cape and stupid pants. His stupid smirk is on his stupid face. Fucker
He almost didn't see the other man turn to look at Buggy. The man turns and smiles. "So, you're Buggy the Clown?" he says in Shank's voice.
Buggy squints and focus's his attention on the man. Wearing a red and gold uniform with black gloves is a man with the same voice, same hair color, same face as Shanks. He walks to Buggy and stands over Buggy who's on the deck, cowering.
"Well, If I knew this is what you looked like under the big red cloak you wear, I would have come sooner." The man smirks, then leans down and calmly grabs Buggy's hand. "My name is Shamrock. I'm gonna be your new master." He grins the same grin Buggy as seen a thousand times.
"Hey! Hands off, Buggy's my friend!" Shanks comes and pushes Shamrock away from Buggy and helps raise Buggy on his feet. "If anyone is gonna be his master it's me!"
Buggy stares off into the distance and cries. What the fuck is going on?