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Komurasaki isn't stupid. New geishas don't bloom out of nowhere, which means Orobi is hiding something. The construction worker that's been making his presence known must be the key. The oiran sets about enacting her plan to draw every drop of information from their tight lips, even if it'll take all night.
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âHey, Franosuke, are you married?â
The question didnât take Franosuke, a carpenter in the Flower Capital of Wano, completely by surprise. After all, a few of his coworkers had just spent the better half of their break complaining about their home livesâhow their wives were on their asses about drinking and spending time with geishas instead of helping take care of the kids. Which was entirely in their right to do, in Franosukeâs opinion; a man should take responsibility and help his family, be it wife, kids, siblings, or parents!
But voicing those thoughts would go against his âroleâ, wouldnât it?
And so, Franosuke simply laughed, shaking his head. âNo way, man! Iâm free as a super bird!â
âGood for you!â one of the men said, slapping Franosukeâs shoulder.
âOh, but,â another one noted with a knowing smirk, âI hear youâve got quite the favourite in old Tsugaru Umiâs teahouse.â
A small choir of ohh immediately followed as all his coworkers turned to look at Franosuke with wide, almost evil grins on their faces. A second later, a barrage of questions followed.
âItâs O-Some, isnât it?!â
âI bet itâs Kisegawa!â
âThe Oiranâs procession is going to be next month, I bet you switch your favourite then! Always happens.â
Honestly, Franosuke had no idea who or what they were talking about⊠but a happy smile still pulled on his lips as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Because, while his coworkers speculated wildly about who his favourite geisha might or might not be, he couldnât stop his mind from wandering.
Wandering to the silky black hair, two-coloured blue eyes, and mind so sharp it could destroy a man in a second.
Shaking his head, Franky laughed loudly as he brought himself to the reality where he was surrounded by a bunch of dudes with the smell of wood and sweat in the air. âYouâre making me feel super weird now, guys! Sheâs a super lady. Iâm not going to replace her because some pin-up girl walks by!â
His coworkers exchanged a confused glance. âWhatâs âpin-up girlâ?â
Oh.
Shit, he shouldnât have said that.
âA beautiful, sexy woman?â Franosuke tried, wrecking his brain for an excuse. âItâs⊠a dialect.â
Several doubtful looks and murmurs of, âwhere is he from again?â were his only response and he felt sweat building on his back, his shirt sticking to his skin uncomfortably. What could he say? How did he change the topic without it sounding forced?
What a super dumb slip of the tongue that wasâŠ
âHey, assholes!! Stop slacking or Iâm gonna fire you!â
All the men on the construction site jumped at the angry shout, everyone immediately rushing to pick up their saws and hammers and get to work. Meanwhile⊠Franosuke was never more grateful for Master Minatomo and his awful personality.
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Walking down the familiar streets of the Flower Capital, Franosuke marvelled at how easy finding his way was now. After all, it had only been a few weeks since he had arrived here and at first, the roads felt incredibly confusing. Them all being named 1st Street and 2nd Street and 36th Street wasnât helping either because⊠36th from what?
It made no sense to him. The city he grew up in was huge too but Water 7 had never felt as hard to navigate as this.
Now, though, he could walk these streets blindfoldedâat least the parts of the city he knew. Actually⊠how many times had he walked this route? Even his coworkers had started to notice he visited the place often⊠Some might even say too often; they might say he was pathetic, hopeless, throwing away money for no reason, for a fake dream.
But it wasnât fake, a dream, or hopeless to him.
Instead, the sight of the teahouse attached to a certain okiya made him feel happy. Excited.
âSir Franosuke, weâve been expecting you.â The teahouse worker bowed deeply in greeting before leading him to his reserved room and bowing again.
Franosuke wondered whether this treatment would ever stop freaking him out; it was like he was a nobility whenever he walked in here, it was super weird. But, he supposed that was what went with exclusive patronageâhonestly, it was a miracle he was even allowed in here. Not many were, certainly not people who appeared suddenly out of nowhere with no background and no connections.
Yet another reason to suffer old Minatomo and his tantrums; if it werenât for his patronage of this place, his recommendation, and friendship with the owner, there was no way for Franosuke to even get a glimpse of the garden, never mind getting to walk through the doors to this small, private room.
Well, no reason to dwell on that. He was here and that was all that mattered!
The moment he sat down at the tiny, low table, the door slid open quietly once more. And when he glanced towards it⊠a wide smile pulled on his lips.Â
Kneeling on the ground just outside the room was a geisha, her head slightly bowed, eyes turned modestly to the ground. She waited a few seconds before she rose to her feet, entered the room and kneeled again to close the door behind herself, then turned to face Franosuke directly for the first time.
âWelcome⊠my Lord,â she said in a sweet voice before her eyes turned to the side once more. This time, however, it was in a more of a coy way than anything.
The sight nearly made Franosuke start laughing.
âSeeing you act like this, I feel like youâre about to assassinate me every time, Miss O-Robi.â
Now, it was O-Robiâs turn to quickly cover her mouth with her kimono sleeve to hide her chuckle. âI think Luffy wouldnât be very happy if he came here with Sanji only to find out his shipwright was now in pieces, being sold for metal scrap.â
Franosuke frowned, crossing his large metal arms over his chest. âHey! Are you doubting my abilities? Iâm not so easy to just take apart and sell, lady!â He paused, then added, âYou would make a lot of money with me though.â
This time, O-Robi couldnât hold her quiet giggle back. She didnât bother hiding it either as she finally joined Franosuke at his table. âIâll make sure to sell you to the underground. I know people would pay hundreds of millions of beri for that laser beam of yours, Franky,â she said, her voice light with amusement.
âYouâd better,â Franky huffed, nodding to himself. âThose peopleâd appreciate my super armoured body at least!â
Shaking her head with an easy smile still playing on her lips, Robin grabbed the sake bottle off the table, pouring Franky a cup with practised ease. Up until now, Franky had never realised how elegant such a simple action could be; it was like watching art in motion. Robinâs graceful hands were holding the bottle gently, the sake trickling into the cup with precision, not a single drop wasted. She was leaning forward slightly, the collar of her kimono falling low in the back, exposing and accentuating her long, delicate neck.
Franky jumped when someone tapped his shoulder right then, breaking him out of his reverieâwhen he turned to look who it was, however, only a detached hand growing out of his own arm greeted him, before it scattered into flower petals.
âStaring is rude, you know,â Robin said, shooting Franky a teasing look.
The man huffed out a laugh as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Robinâs cheek, careful of her make-up. âSorry, Robin. Just admiring how beautiful my super geisha is.â
âA geisha mustnât be touched, my Lord,â Robin said sternly, but the corners of her mouth twitched, her eyes dancing.
âKick me out, then.â Franky grinned and, without missing a beat, kissed her again.Â
Robin laughed. âYouâre impossible.â
Finally, Franky grabbed the sake bottle from her, pouring her own cup for her. With a small thank you, Robin raised her cup to her lips, taking a sipâand then, as if completely letting go of her âroleâ, she leaned into Frankyâs side, sighing contently.
For but a second, Franky froze.Â
But then, something warm spilled inside of his chest and he raised his arm, pulling her closer to him. He almost forgot how it felt having Robin next to him, how comforting and exciting feeling her body heat seep into his skinânumb and hard with metal right underneathâwas. The archeologist was so small next to him. Small and beautiful and oh-so deadly.
Franky knew that if she wanted to, she would be able to kill him in seconds. But she didnâtâwouldnât. Not anymore. And Franky loved knowing that, loved that she chose every day to be here, with the crew. With him. She had gone through so much pain, but she was willing to open herself up and trust them even so.
He would make super damn sure she never regretted that decision.
Letting his smaller, human-sized hand out of his regular hand, Franky reached out, touching Robinâs cheek softly, making her tilt her head back to look at him. Robin hummed questioningly, but Franky only sighed. âI really wanna kiss you.â
âYou did already.â
Franky clicked his tongue. âYou know what I mean, Robin.â
âYouâll mess up my make-up,â Robin noted.
âAnd your teacher will yell at you, I know.âÂ
With a sigh, Franky retreated his hand; he really didnât want a repeat of the first time he came here⊠Robin wasnât allowed to leave the okiya for days after that, apparently something about proper geisha manners and perceived perfection and innocence. He didnât really get it but he sure didnât need a detailed explanation. Definitely not from the tiny old hag. She looked like she would go on forever given the chance.
Quickly covering her mouth with her kimono sleeve, Robin chuckled at Frankyâs disappointment.
But then, Franky blinked when one of Robinâs hands came to rest against his shoulder, another on his chest as she rose to her knees with a soft smile on her lipsâand a playful twinkle in her eyes. A third and a fourth hand cupped Frankyâs face, gently guiding him forwardâand a second later, their lips met, moulding together easily as they kissed properly for the first time in weeks.
Franky grinned into the kiss; the smell of the powder on Robinâs skin mixing with her perfume was tickling his nose, her lips soft against his own. The feeling made his heart race as if this was their first time.
It would probably always feel that way to him. With Robin, every day was like their firstâespecially now. After not seeing her for two whole years, it was as if he couldnât get enough of her presence, her voice, her touch, her brilliance.Â
She was just as beautiful, just as smart, just as perfect as she was when they first met. The only difference was that she was much more herself.
And Franky couldnât help but love every last bit off her.
When his coworker asked if he was married earlier, Franky wasnât being entirely honest. But⊠it wasnât like he was completely lying either. He did have a wife but they were pirates, after all, and pirate weddings werenât exactly official. Moreover, they were officiated by the captain. And their captain being Luffy⊠The whole thing pretty much consisted of Luffy saying âMarry you? Yeah, why not. Done.â and then immediately asking if there was a wedding cake.Â
Franky hesitated calling that a wedding. More like a super speed run of one. Butâ
It was enough for them.
Whether they were an assassin and a dismantler, an archeologist and a shipwright, or a geisha and a carpenter, Franky knew Robin would always be right there, by his side.
And Franky would always be grateful for it, ready to love her exactly the way she was in return.
Sanji O-Soba Mask transformation. I was a little bit sad that neither Chopper nor Luffy was there to witness this. I know they would absolutely love it. But Franosuke and Usotaro's reactions with Law's Nerdy behavior towards Stealth Black made it worth it fr. I couldn't stop laughing AT them and marveling about Sanji's costume tbh.
I knew Franky and Usopp were gonna batshit fall in love with the Germa costume but I didn't expect Law's fanboy reaction (even if he kinda hates Stealth Black for being the Bad Guy in the comics). I absolutely loved his Lil comments. How black Stealth is strong that Sora has difficulties fighting him. Like calm down boy, Sora isn't Real. đđ
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