Author: The Sacred and Profane PM
The newest member didn't exactly fit right in with the rest of the crew.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,834 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 05-23-10 - Published: 01-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5685548
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The woman standing before Luffy cast aside her once form fitting coat, the garment much larger on her svelte body now. The scar cut across her face as well as her infamous sneer survived Iva's hormone manipulation.
Moving closer to the Strawhat boy, Crocodile met his gaze.
"Hopes...dreams...friends...watching you lose some of those makes me want to try for some of my own once more."
Luffy nodded solemnly and grasped her hand.
It took Zoro three months until he trusted Crocodile, the former leader of Baroque Works finally proving herself when she jumped in front of Luffy right before a series of cannonballs could hit him.
Maybe she wasn't all bad.
"What are you gawking at long nose?"
Usopp made a high pitched eep as he moved from his hiding place and walked towards Crocodile, his knees knocking together.
Why had he agreed to Chopper's demand to find out more about the former man's body?
"Oh nothing in particular...just observing how in shape you are. Was it hard to lose all that muscle and...eh heh...other equipment?"
Crocodile moved closer then and Usopp put up his hands, ready to spew whatever lies it took to save his hide.
Instead of murdering the sniper Crocodile just rolled her eyes and lightly tapped him on the shoulder causing Usopp to shriek and run away, mumbling about scary women who used to be men and how strong they were.
The navigator was the last to accept Crocodile as a crew member.
During a celebration Nami had refused to be at the same table as the former head of Baroque Works.
Even the promise of gold couldn't get Nami to accept the woman.
It wasn't until she had heard Crocodile relate her experiences and journeys prior to becoming a warlord of the sea that Nami started to falter in her steadfast refusal.
It finally broke completely when she heard the woman crying one early morning before the rest of the crew were awake.
For as terrible as Nami's own life had been under Arlong those terrors couldn't match the truly horrifying ordeals Crocodile had gone through.
Zoro walked into the kitchen, eager for some rum, when he noticed Sanji wasn't cooking.
He usually cooked at this hour.
It wasn't until he looked behind the counter that he noticed the cook smoking fiercely and rocking back and forth.
Apparently he had just seen their newest nakama.
"It should be a crime for a woman that sexy to have been a man that shitty," Sanji murmured.
Sure the reindeer physician was intrigued at Crocodile's biological makeup. Was she sand or flesh and blood? And after confirming that Crocodile was indeed born a woman that brought up a host of questions in Chopper's mind but he didn't quite have the courage to actually ask them just yet.
Emotionally he had sided with Nami at first.
Then Crocodile had bought him a lollipop the size of the reindeer's Brain Point form.
After that Chopper decided that although much about Crocodile was still a mystery she was at least a candy-giving mystery.
Robin had adapted quickly to the presence of her former boss on the ship well, the woman holding no grudges over what had happened at Alabasta.
One particular day she knocked on the bathroom door after hearing loud cursing coming from within.
"Is it cramps or bloating Mr. Zero?"
Crocodile cursed loudly in reply and Robin grinned.
Even if she didn't hold any grudges the thought of the once feared warlord of the sea having a period was very amusing.
The shipwright's first impression of the newest Strawhat wasn't her prodigious bust.
Nor was it her shapely rear or wide hips.
Even her voluminous hair hadn't drawn much of a reaction from the cyborg.
Instead Franky instantly gazed into her eyes, jaw open for a few moments before he spoke.
"Your eyes are the same color as cola....so super Crocodile-sis!"
Crocodile's eye twitched as she felt several bones goose her behind.
Not even turning to look she sent a stream of sand crashing into Brook's body, the skeleton yelling as he was sent flying out of the room.
Once Brook had returned to his senses and was pouring sand out of his skull he looked over at Crocodile's retreating form.
"Are your panties as sandy as your butt?"
The Logia user gave a smirk as she raised her mug of ale high into the air.
The Strawhat's responded in kind and they quickly guzzled their alcohol down.
And as Crocodile joined in she found herself amazed that she was still sailing with them after an entire year.
And although she wasn't that chummy with them she still wanted to continue having adventures with this crew.
Her hopes, her dreams, even her fantasies were coming within her reach.
And she had a young man who was once her foe to thank for it.