Undying Will 43 Oh My God! Robbery!!

His grey coat twitched slightly in the dead of the night as his black buzz cut head felt an unnatural chill. His name was Darcy, no last name was given to him by the family for they felt that he didn't need it, he had to agree, after all adding another word to his name only made it longer and more tedious to remember.

He was a stowaway from a pirate crew that had been caught on the banks of the island, back when the island still held contact with the Rear Admiral Onigumo, and had been immediately bought off by the head of the Colombo - Tilly, who at that time, he had thought was a sweat lady who had saved him, only later did he realize that he had been bought like a common slave.

After that his life had been forfeit, or at least that was what he had thought, but since he had eaten the Zoan fruit - dog fruit, model pug!, she had treated him well. Going as far as to make him her left hand, now the one to look after the families goods for the coming auction.

They had put all the goods they had 'acquired' into the carriage and the family had a.s.signed various people to ferry it around so that they wouldn't be robbed.

Also it was to ensure that the family could keep it a secret until the last minute, making a break for it if it got too dangerous was also a point that had been considered. That being the case, the carriage had to be as inconspicuous as possible, forcing the security detail to be restricted to one person.

Though Darcy did not wish to be arrogant he would smugly admit to anyone who had the time or patience to listen that he was the strongest warrior that the Colombo had to offer.

His dog transformation was his biggest a.s.set.

Suddenly he felt a twitch in the air around him as he felt the air swish gently. Immediately he a.s.sumed a fighting position, bringing his fist- turned paws in front of his face and squaring off his feet in an attempt to brace himself against the unknown.

A dull thud later the only thing he could see was a dark canvas as a heart numbing flame shook his chest. A drip of blood later he could only collapse to the ground in disbelief. He was the strongest fighter in the family, and those as strong as or stronger than him could be counted on one hand!

Yet now he slept, hugging the ground, his paws dully scratching against the dusty ground.

"Would you look at what the cat- oh sorry, what the dog dragged in?" a chuckling voice pierced the peaceful atmosphere of the night as a blue eyed silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness. If not his scent, at least his striking blue eyes would have ideally warned the Colombo hound. (A/N any hound reading this feel free to get offended.)

But, he was faced with the monsters that had landed on the island. (Was it underestimated, if he was not aware of their presence? he surprisingly did not know.) People who could not be defined by the logic of North blue, had appeared. Maybe only those in the Grand line could possibly face them as they were now.

Lorean had taken steps to counter his foes nose when he had heard of it from Armand who had nicely warned him of it before hand as they were ironing out the details of the deal, he had also been briefed of the commanders of the other families. One of them had been the man before him now.

Lore had tackled the sharp sense of smell by merely spraying a pungent odor through the air for the last hour slowly getting the man used to it before, replacing it with his scent. He had then used Observation Haki to throw his daggers.

He felt quite stupid right now though, after all who would take so many measures against the juvenile in front of him. The battle with Doflamingo and the training with Tankan had altered his perception of common sense, leading to the paranoid situation before him.

With a slight chuckle, Lorean simply pulled out his dagger before driving it into Darcy's neck, and proceeded to use his skills to make him somewhat resemble the fruit user.
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With a slight whistle he led the carriage to a corner, before looking into it. Slowly a look of surprise overtook his previous smug-enough-to-smack face.

Inside the carriage were heaps of gold and silver stacked haphazardly at the edge of the room. At the centre sat two swords with beautiful pommels, gleaming unnaturally in the dark interior of the carriage.

Lore slowly unsheathed them, whistling as he did. "These are Ryo Wazamono! There is no doubt of it. I wonder what they are called..?" He muttered to himself as he started to look through his fruits encyclopedia.

"these look like 'Togatta and 'Fus.h.i.+n' basically translated to sharp and dull.. man whoever named these things wasn't joking around at all.." he said with a sarcastic tone as he chuckled to himself insidiously.

"I wonder what Fawkes' face will be like once he sees that my luck for looting beats his by miles!" he continued before exiting the room and giggling to himself like an old man.

Far away in one of the guest houses of the Gambino, a tall grey haired man felt a chill spiral down his back as a hint of disgust welled up in his mouth unreasonably. "Which b.a.s.t.a.r.d dares even think of beating his father the great me!" he muttered to himself darkly before lazily settling down back to sleep.