OP Fic: Registration

[moe81]

 

Title: Registration

Rating: PG for naughty words

Pairing: So, so slight but it is there.

Topic: Class

Words: 299 - Cut so bad, I think I’m bleeding.

A/N: Hope it’s not too vague for y’all. Dictionary.com = No 10. The members of a given group in society, regarded as a single entity. 

The gathering consisted of an admiral, vice-admiral and a denden mushi call from a man that should not have been contactable.

 

“What’s the matter, old man? The boys’ making life interesting?”

 

“They’re worse than you ever were, boy.”

 

A deep laugh rumbled over the line. “That’s my boys.”

 

“We really don’t have time for a social call today, do we Vice-Admiral?”

 

The Vice stared at him, until the Admiral thought he may just have to wet his pants.

 

“What is it you want from me?”

 

“I suppose this may be futile, but could you please ask your sons to tone down their actions?”

 

There was a snort and a cough from both the snail and the Vice-Admiral.

 

“I think you may be asking a bit much there. And since I have better things to do than listen to a whiny shit, I’ll be going.” The snail swung its eyes to the Vice.

 

“Oi, old man? Tell my eldest not to break his marine. And tell… umm… well, you know.”

 

Beeping from the snail filled the room.

 

“Well?”

 

There was a slightly evil grin. “Like I can do anything. I wanted them both to be marines. You don’t seem to have a choice.”

 

“I don’t want to give that damn pirate anything.”

 

“It’ll make life simpler if you do.”

 

“Shit. Fine.” The admiral turned to his secretary, who had been hiding in the corner. “Official entry for the Pirate Identification and Territory Association Register.”

 

“The P.I.T.A.? Hai, sir.” The secretary stood, quill poised over paper.

 

“Ability, paramecia. Bounty, exorbitant. Threat, extreme.” The admiral paused, taking a deep breath.

 

“Sir? I need the rest.”

 

He choked. “Class, Mugiwara.” The secretary’s eyes widened. “Sub-class, Monkey.”

 

“A-a-and the rest of the crew, sir?”

 

A low growl echoed across the room.

 

“Yes, Sir. Understood."

  

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