Fanfic #138 To Be Precise by AnOutrageousAmountOfOwls(OnePiece)

This fanfic follows an oc in the world of One Piece. I really like this fic because it's really unique in the One piece famdom, with an interesting mc and great world building.

Synopsis: Justice means many things to different people. For some, it means the protection of the innocent. For others, it means the punishment of evil. For Cipher Pol Agent Cheshire, Justice is a clean, orderly world where everything has its place, and if he has to get his hands dirty to help that world come to fruition, then he will.

Rated: M

words: 42k

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/to-be-precise-one-piece-cipher-pol-oc.883418/reader/

Here's the first chapter:

"Alright, scallywags! Remember! We're layin' low here, don't start no trouble. We'll get our supplies and then get going before the dogs get our scent." The Captain, a tall imposing man with a long blood red moustache that had been braided together to form a long chain reaching down to his waist cast a harsh eye over his crew - before he broke into a grin. "Shore leave for five days!"

The crew gave a small cheer, and set about finishing their duties, tying the ship to the docks, and rushing about under the captain's watchful eye. He was distracted a moment after by the feeling of something soft rubbing against his ankles, and when he glanced down, he found the crew's unofficial 'mascot' winding between his legs - a small, sleek tuxedo cat.

"Prrrt?" the cat chirped, looking up at him with its wide green eyes.

The Captain smiled down at him, beatifically. "You want some shore leave too, Mittens? Go on. Go enjoy yourself for a bit."

The cat didn't need any further encouragement and trotted down the gangplank with its tail held high, and the bustling crew parted for it on reflex. It didn't hesitate on the unfamiliar streets, cantering along the winding streets and alleyways. On and on its path went, pausing only here and there to scan its surroundings as if in search of something before continuing, until finally it arrived at its destination.

"Awww, aren't you a handsome little fella?" the Marine standing guard cooed, squatting down to pet the cat.

The cat preened under his hand, wound its way between his legs with a gentle purr, and then continued on into the garrison unimpeded, tail gently flicking.

There were a few glances at the cat as it pursued in, but none of them moved to stop it although more than one attempted to pet it - which it graciously allowed.

It weaved into the building, past the administration, and all the way to the office that overlooked the garrison courtyard.

The pair of marines standing guard glanced down at it, and it in turn looked up at them, sitting on its haunches with the imperious air that only cats could manage. "Uh… shoo?" One of them said, waving a hand at it.

The cat gave him an unimpressed look - before it reached up to its collar and twisted the small pendant at the front, letting it pop open to reveal the symbol of the World Government, and the number 'five' laid over it. "Agent Cheshire of CP5, reporting in to see the officer in charge."

The guards froze, too shocked to do anything.

'Cheshire' sighed, and just leapt up past them, front paws landing on the handle, his body weight lowering it enough for the door to swing open. "Gentlemen," he said breezily as he landed, strutting past them.

The office was tastefully, if minimally, decorated, and the sole occupant, seated behind a heavy desk, was currently face down in a pile of paperwork. Her light green hair was done up in what looked as though it had begun as a neat orderly bun before the day wore on, and her captain's coat had been hung on the back of her chair.

One of the guards caught his wits at last. "S-Sir, the Captain did not want-"

Cheshire ignored him. "Captain Melon," he declared, voice soft but loud, "Wake up."

She did, instantly snapping up. "Aha! I was only pretending to be asleep!" she crowed, her glasses askew on her face even as she pointed at the thoroughly unimpressed agent. "... it's a cat. Guards, why is there a cat in my office?"

"I am Agent Cheshire, CP5," Cheshire stated, sitting on his haunches with the serious air only a cat could muster, "And you have a piece of paper stuck to your face, Captain."

She swiped it off her face and assumed a serious countenance. "Right! Agent! I was expecting you! Just… not expecting you." She paused. "You're here to report on the Tirebrand Pirates?"

Cheshire resisted the urge to sigh. "Firebrand Pirates," he corrected.

She pointed at him again. "Aha! I was only pretending-"

"Fifty strong in number," he continued, ignoring her eccentricity with the goal of just getting this meeting over with before his blood pressure got any worse, "Weapons are substandard for the West Blue, but they have recently come into some wealth and will likely be looking to upgrade their armament." His tail flicked sharply. "Captain Dormun 'Firebrand' Flakey managed to obtain and consume a devil fruit on his journey. He has termed it the Blow-Blow Fruit based on its powers."

Melon adopted her serious countenance once again, shuffling through her papers. "Firebrand… his bounty was quite small, wasn't it? Currently ten million." She narrowed her eyes. "If he has a devil fruit, that'll have to be adjusted..."

Cheshire shifted slightly, and his tone was decidedly non-committal. "His powers are in their infancy. He has yet to learn how to utilise them to their fullest. The crew are currently on shore leave and attempting to lay low. My recommendation? Eliminate them tonight, when their guard is lowest, before Firebrand learns to use his powers effectively."

She gave him a scrutinising look. "If you feel that he's such a potential threat, agent, why didn't you eliminate him yourself?"

He frowned. "My orders were to gather intelligence and report to the first Marine outpost I could reach," he stated, a little stiffly, "And I have just fulfilled them."

"Aha! I was only pretending-"

"I am requisitioning the use of a Den Den Mushi so that I may report back to my superiors," he said blandly, ignoring her outburst.

She narrowed her eyes, but after a moment, let out a small sigh, and gestured to the one on her desk. "I suppose you'll want privacy as well?" she said dryly, "You have some nerve kicking a captain out of their own office, although I suppose as a cat, that's to be expected."

Agent Cheshire didn't say anything in response, and just sat there silently.

"I need to go for a walk anyway," Melon declared, "Boys, make sure our guest isn't interrupted." She swept her coat off her chair and onto her shoulders and strode out, brushing a lock of hair from her face as she did.

Cheshire just waited for the doors to close behind him. His fuzzy ears wiggled in a way that might've been cute if he wasn't checking for eavesdroppers. Dialing with paws was always a pain, so after a moment of preparation, he took a deep breath… and in the apparent blink of an eye, where there was a serious and haughty tuxedo cat, there was a serious and haughty young man. A serious, haughty and completely naked man.

He reached out to steady himself as he wavered on his feet, feeling decidedly unsteady after spending several weeks on four legs. His hand hovered above the table, and he reached for a box of tissues first, snatching one to use as an impromptu barrier before he very nearly collapsed against the table. A second tissue served as a barrier to allow him to begin dialing.

"Purupu-gatcha." The snails eyes shifted into a narrow stare matched by stern lips pressed together. "This day? I wish you well," the snail said, speaking in clipped tones, "Who have you reached? Toby's Tailoring. What can we do for you? Dress you well."

"Cheshire reporting in from Palmertown. Confirmation code One-Eight-One-Six, Romeo-Charlie-Foxtrot."

The snail's expression didn't change. "Response code? Five-Five-Zero-Three, India-Golf-Tango. Cheshire? Welcome back."

"I've delivered my report to the captain on base. Firebrand's are matching predictions, but the Captain recently obtained a Devil Fruit; I am not familiar with its official name, but he has termed it the Blow-Blow Fruit. It appears capable of generating gusts of wind." Cheshire paused. "He wields it clumsily, and amateurishly, but he has only had the fruit for a week."

The snail was silent. "This information? It's been noted. What am I requesting? Further information, if at all possible."

"No, sir."

"Cheshire? Here are your new orders. Your destination? The city of Goldenwalk, at the Isla del Costa. The briefing? Agent Hatter has provided intelligence that a large shipment is due to arrive. It's importance? Currently unknown. The mission? Identify the shipment, and retrieve it if at all possible. If not? Destroy it."

He frowned. He'd just finished his last mission, and he was already moving to the next? At least this one didn't call for an extended period as a cat again… at least, he hoped so. He already wasn't looking forward to adjusting back to life on two legs as it was. "Theories?"

"Theories? It's likely a devil fruit. My suggestion? Stay vigilant, Agent."

He sighed, and resisted the urge to facepalm. "Yes, sir. Will I at least be able to requisition my own Den Den Mushi for this?" He gave the office an aside glance. "Local authorities do not appreciate the necessity of my presence."

"Your orders? They've been given. Agent? Dismissed. Gatcha."

"... I suppose that's a negative then," he muttered. Isla del Costa... that wasn't too far from here. He could easily hitch a ride on a merchant marine but if he paid in cash, he'd have to requisition funds from the garrison - couldn't exactly carry his own money as a cat. He could flash his badge to secure passage, but he could hardly trust them to keep a secret like that. Or he could just sneak in as a cat and hope they liked having a furry stowaway...

No point in musing on it. He leapt for the open window, shifting back into cat form halfway so that he could balance himself on the sill.

To the Isla del Costa then.