You were assigned to Lucci as partners for every mission possible. And quite deadly the two of you were. Missions were easily completed with a success, but not to you.

"Oi, (Y/N)!" The Director, Spandam called to you rudely as you were trying to have a successful nap. Your distant eyes turned towards him in attention, no comment leaving your lips at his rudeness.

"You completed that mission I gave to you right? I need that report right when you get up from lazing around." He had a threatening tone towards you, but all you did was clench your fists to hold back your big mouth.

"Yes sir. I..." , You gritted your teeth, "I apologize. I'll give it to you now."

Spandam smirked above you arrogantly as he walked away with a cruel laugh.

"Damn right! You don't wanna be like your father after all." He said, walking away as your eyes turned murderous at his back. Holding back a snarl as you bit your already abused lips.

As every day passed, your gaze turned colder and dead, your hands were always marked from your nails as a result on how hard you tightened them every day. And your lips were always red with dried blood, as a result of you biting them. You wanted to hurt the Director called Spandam. You really did. You wanted to cripple him, perhaps permanently break his jaw so he wouldn't speak and give cruel orders again.

You learned that pirates weren't the only evil ones in this world. You were actually naive. Marines were just as bad, perhaps even worse. Pirates knew what they did was wrong, they just didn't care because of how selfish they were.

Marines however...they were evil. Claiming to do every action, every kill, every action of betrayal to people who thought she was their friend, it was in the act of Justice. They called it justice.

And you hated it.

You hated it a lot.

And your fellow CP9 agents knew it, Spandam knew it as well, but they knew you would listen. Knowing that you didn't want to be compared to your father. Knowing that you were ashamed of that blood running within you. Spandam always making a comment about it, laughing with that cruel laugh of his as he talked about your 'pirate scum' of a father. You only listening with cold eyes, but your blood boiling as you had an urge to defend the man you never knew.

You were being used. That's all.

And because of that, you didn't dare risk to call your dear friend Smoker. Someone you haven't heard or seen in years, in fear of them using him against you. You didn't want him in danger. But you so wanted to call him, desperately so. Maybe just a quick call won't  hurt. Just a—

No.

You couldn't.

You must bear it.

You were going to be the strongest woman marine after all. So you had to endure. You had to train with your Buster Sword called Kuroi ten'nosabaki 'Black Heaven's Judgement'. You still keeping your old Marine hat close.

So even though you didn't want to and never admit it, you were Lucci's best partner. Heck, you were the one that helped find that blasted pigeon called Hattori for him after an incident occurred with a mission. It seemed the bird liked him a lot to be relieved to be back with him, and you saw that for Lucci, it was perhaps the same, too bad you didn't like that guy. As you always made apparent, calling him Lucci-neko, kitty, or even pussycat. It would lift your lips a little with the dark looks he gave you, but it was worthwhile. And Hattori was in your side as well. Sometimes.

You felt something fall on your shoulder as Hattori stood on top of your head, you and Lucci taking a little rest. You glanced at your shoulder and blanched.

"Ugh! Lucci-neko, control your bird!" You yelled out to your partner who's dark eyebrows twitched. Only for a sadistic gleam to form in his eyes when Hattori began to peck your head.

You swear that something was wrong with the man, getting off at someone being pooped on and pecked by a bird was strange.

Stupid bird.

'But...' You thought as you glanced up at the sadistic Zoan user, who was giving Hattori a few touches to the head as the pigeon chirped, '...this isn't bad...'

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One day, on a random mission you don't remember...

"Lucci!" You called, spotting Lucci fall towards the sea by doing a careless mistake. You immediately dove in without a second thought, not having a valid reason for saving the man you thought you hated. Something that you did only with Smoker when your friend stupidly ate a devil fruit.

When Lucci opened his eyes and glanced at you, seeming to question why. Why would you rescue someone who did a careless mistake and should've died, and someone you disliked.

"I don't know..." You could only say to his questioning look, your eyes confused as you still had your hands on his chest when you were doing compressions.

Lucci only sat up and pushed you away, no thank you leaving his lips as he slowly stood up. And you knew he wouldn't. He wouldn't even return the favor, for he wasn't that kind of man.

No. Your eyes narrowed.

He wasn't.

But when you continued to have his back in some fights, defended him from certain blows, you questioned yourself more and more. Dark eyes glaring at you as his leopard tail twitched that way and that, seeming to want to find an answer in your actions.

Certainly...certainly you didn't see him as a comrade?

But you hated him. You did. You didn't like people like him. He believed in Dark Justice, while you did not, something he always said that proves your naïveté and that you were weak.

'Comrade...'

It was slowly starting to worm a way into your mind and heart as you again and again worked with Lucci in missions. Who did a mission without a complaint, but he followed exact orders. If Spandam didn't say it, he wouldn't do it.

Like the conniving cat he was.

And when Lucci successfully made the so called 'Director' sputter in a mix of fear and anger,it made it hard for you to control yourself.

"L-Lu-Lucci! Of c-course you're right. I apologize." Spandam said with a nervous sweat as he waved his hands back and forth.

You gave a small chuckle at the spectacle before you, trying to hide it behind your hand as you looked on in satisfying amusement at the pathetic 'Director'. Spandam never heard you, but Lucci always did. Him always glancing at you when he heard, his lips twitching sadistically.

What did it mean?

What did comrade mean to you exactly?

With each complete mission, your comments came, calling Lucci certain names. And when he gave a glare you would stop, and seemed to rub your neck sheepishly. With Hattori quickly pecking your hands and head as you shouted obscenities to it, while he watched in what seemed triumph. But quickly died down when the bird settled on your head comfortably. And his look was replaced to one of assessment as he looked at you, while you looked up at him just as evenly. You always questioning on what you see in the man for you to do such actions.

For you to act like he was a friend.

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You touched his large scar on his back one day, which was met with you being slammed to a wall with your wrists trapped above you, dark eyes looking at you. You weren't surprised by his reaction, but you were a little when you asked him a simple question.

"Does it hurt?"

You were only met with silence and a narrow of the eyes.

"What do you want?"

You blinked and looked at him questioningly, not really expecting him to say anything.

"What do you mean?"

His eyes narrowed more, and his grip on your wrists tightened.

"You must want something, for you to do what you do every mission we're on together. Do you perhaps", he got close to your ear and seemed to purr, "want me?" Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushed from anger and embarrassment.

"What?! You in heat or something you pussycat—" You got cut off with a bite to your ear, which was the last straw as your eyes narrowed into a glare and you headbutted him.

Hard.

He let go of your wrists and you jumped away from the wall that you were formerly trapped in, your hand on the hilt of your sword. Not Kuroi ten'nosabaki, but a sword you received during working in CP9, a ninja sword which was simply called Karasu, 'Raven'. A sword that you used when Black Heaven's Judgement wasn't needed.

"You an idiot?! Can't you see it's because you're my comrade?!" You shouted indignantly. Lucci took his hand off his face, his eyes deadly as he looked at you. Not appreciating the headbutt you gave him it seems, but you didn't care.

Your eyes widened when the word finally came out of your mouth, your jaw was slack.

Lucci rose an eyebrow at your expression, his eyes not believing your words.

"I thought you hated us."

You did.

You did, didn't you?

No. You knew you absolutely hated the idiotic and fearful but cruel Spandam, that you were positive of. Jabra was a cheap dog. Kumadori was just a weirdo. Blueno was an unfeeling ugly bull. Fukuro was a guy with a zipper as a mouth but somehow couldn't just keep his mouth shut. Kalifa was an arrogant and vain woman. While Kaku was the new and young recruit with a unique nose but somewhat distant personality.

And Lucci... Tch. He was the worst of all the CP9 members, next to Spandam. Cold. Ruthless. Sadistic. And yet had unique traits. Where he would only allow Hattori to be so close to him, a bird with a cat. Him feeding the young and smart bird who spoke almost like a human. And he seemed the type to have killed Spandam a long time ago if he wasn't the director. And only followed orders to the literal point.

But...there was something that made you think you were just making excuses. Not just for Lucci, but the other members too... maybe you just want to be his comrade. Or more like you to think that he was yours. Was it your curiosity on why he believed in Dark Justice so much? His past? That scar? Was that it?

But that couldn't be. It couldn't be just that.

You didn't have any reason, but your mouth opened to your answer all the same.

"We're comrades. So I guess I don't. I don't hate you."

You answered, with you actually looking at him evenly while he did the same. Hattori flew to you and landed on your shoulder and pecked your cheek, which immediately brought you out of his intense gaze as you yelped in pain. You missing the sadistic smile when the ruthless predator heard 'I don't hate you.'

Which was a mistake.

It was six years with you in CP9. You not being able to call Smoker once, but you still had your old and worn Marine hat close to you even when you slept. Sometimes humming the tune to Bink's Sake, a song that your mother sang to you, when you felt down. Anything to distract you from the screams and cries of your past victims that haunted you in your nightmares. Causing you to wake up in cold sweat, sometimes tears going down your face.

You were 22 when that mission was assigned.

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Next chapter is a narration of this version, with Smoker and you making your own comments in the story.

And yes, as you can see, Silver Blood has quite a past. I'm not sure if anyone has connected the dots yet, but to confirm, yes.

Yes, Silver Blood has PTSD.

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Main Pairings
Shanks: 14
Mihawk:19
Crocodile:2
Doflamingo: 10
Smoker: 5
Lucci: 7

Side Pairings
Kaku: 1
Paulie: 1

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