Crocodile

Toshiro and the crew found themselves in Rainbase, the bustling city of casinos and entertainment. While the rest of the crew was busy strategizing and preparing for the upcoming confrontation with Crocodile, Toshiro seemed to be enjoying his time to the fullest. He spent his days gambling and having fun with Nami, seemingly without a care in the world.His carefree attitude contrasted sharply with the tension that gripped the rest of the crew.

Vivi, determined to secure their help, explained the dire situation in Alabasta and everything she knew about Crocodile's plans. She spoke with urgency and passion, trying to convey the gravity of the situation.

Sanji and Nami were the only ones truly listening, absorbing every detail and formulating ideas on how to proceed.

Sanji, ever the chivalrous one, promised Vivi that they would do everything in their power to help her and her country.

Nami, despite her initial skepticism, nodded in agreement, realizing the importance of their mission.

Kuro, however, was a different story. He remained silent, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. When Vivi finished her explanation and looked to him for support, he simply shrugged. "I'll do nothing without Toshiro's orders," he stated flatly.

Toshiro, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware of the serious discussions his crew was engaged in. He continued his usual routine of gambling, winning some and losing more, but always with that trademark smirk on his face.

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One day, while enjoying a meal in a bustling Rainbase restaurant, he was approached by two figures who clearly had less-than-friendly intentions.

Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine, agents of Baroque Works, stood at the entrance, their eyes locked onto Toshiro with a mixture of disdain and amusement. Miss Valentine, with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and her signature umbrella twirling in her hand, was the first to speak.

"Is this the guy we had to come all the way here to kill? Why didn't they just send the others who are already here?" she asked, her tone dripping with annoyance. Despite her smile, there was a clear edge of frustration in her voice.

Mr. 5, with his stoic demeanor and casual stance, shrugged. "Well, they said they have more important matters to deal with than a weak pirate crew. So they sent us to handle this annoying mission," he replied, his voice as indifferent as ever.

Toshiro looked up from his meal, a piece of food halfway to his mouth, and eyed the pair with a bemused expression.

"Weak pirate crew, huh? You two must be really desperate for work," he said, his smirk widening. He took a leisurely bite of his food, seemingly unfazed by their presence.

Miss Valentine's smile faltered slightly, her annoyance growing. "You're awfully cocky for someone who's about to die," she said, her grip tightening on her umbrella.

Mr. 5 stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "You must be Toshiro Arai. Captain of the Equation Maker Pirates. Bounty of 39 million berries," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You've caused quite a stir. But that ends today."

Toshiro finally set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, stretching leisurely. "Well, well. Looks like I'm getting some special attention," he remarked. "I should feel honored. But honestly, you two are interrupting my meal."

As Toshiro spoke, he thought to himself, "Didn't I just kill Mr. 3? Robin should already know that, so what's the reason for sending these two cannon fodders?" Lost in his thoughts, he seemed to ignore the presence of Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine entirely.

Mr. 5, clearly pissed off by Toshiro's apparent disregard for them, clenched his fists. He was just about to launch an attack when suddenly, without warning, the upper half of his head was sliced clean off. Blood spurted from the wound, and his body crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

Miss Valentine gasped, her eyes widening in shock and horror. She took a step back, her umbrella held defensively in front of her as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. "W-What...?"

Toshiro, still seated and now casually sipping from his drink, glanced over at Miss Valentine. "You see, I don't appreciate being interrupted," he said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. "Especially not by weaklings."

As Miss Valentine loking terrified, Toshiro raised his hand, preparing to finish her off with a Dismantle. His eyes narrowed, and the air around him seemed to crackle with lethal intent. But just as he was about to unleash his attack, he paused, his gaze lingering on her face.

Miss Valentine's fear was palpable, but there was also a certain defiance in her eyes. Her face, not bad to look at, caught his attention. Toshiro's expression shifted from one of cold detachment to a smirk of amused curiosity. He lowered his hand, deciding to spare her—for now.

"You know," Toshiro said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "killing you would be such a waste. You're not completely useless." He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "You can keep me company, helping me in my daily life, especially at night."

Mikita's face flushed with a mix of fear and anger.

"You—"

Toshiro interrupted her. "You have the Kilo Kilo Fruit, right? Honestly, you're completely useless with that trash fruit. I wonder why you didn't just end it all instead of living with such a pathetic ability."

Miss Valentine, or rather Mikita, felt her fear transform into a surge of anger and frustration. She was shocked at Toshiro's shamelessness and utter disrespect. Her eyes, which had been wide with fear, now narrowed in defiance.

"Don't think that because you killed Mr. 5 with an unknown ability that will make me submit to you, you bastard," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Wait a moment, how did you know about my Devil Fruit?"

Suddenly, Mikita realized something, her eyes widening in shock.

Toshiro raised a finger to his lips, smirking mischievously. "Shhhhhh, it's a secret," he whispered, his tone mockingly playful.

Suddenly, Nami walked up behind him, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. "You're such a villain, Toshiro."

"A villain?" Toshiro turned his head slightly to look at her, his smirk widening. "That's what losers call the winners," he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Nami crossed her arms, her frustration evident. "You seem to be having fun flirting with other women while we're scared to death about losing all our money from your gambling addiction and becoming homeless."

Toshiro chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "What, are you jealous now, Nami? Did I not give you enough attention already?"

Nami's cheeks flushed with frustration as she shot back, "Who would care about your attention and become jealous?"

Toshiro's smirk only widened at Nami's reaction. "Come on, Nami. You know you can't resist my charm."

Suddenly, the restaurant doors swung open with a dramatic flair, and in walked Crocodile, the imposing figure of the Desert human. His presence was commanding, and the air seemed to crackle with his authority. He was making his rounds across Rainbase, maintaining his popularity as a hero and defending against any perceived threats.

Crocodile's sharp eyes swept the room, taking in the chaos around him. The fleeing civilians and the disturbed ambiance had clearly caught his attention. "What's happening here?" he demanded, his voice carrying an undercurrent of menace.

Toshiro's eyes widened just a fraction before he quickly masked his surprise with his characteristic smirk. He glanced at Nami, who stood frozen, and then back at Crocodile. "Seems like our little meeting just got a bit more complicated," Toshiro said, his tone casual but with an edge of urgency.

He leaned closer to Nami, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You should probably make a quick exit."

"I'm staying behind. I've got a little business to take care of," Toshiro continued, his gaze shifting to Crocodile.

Nami, visibly concerned, looked from Toshiro to Crocodile, her anxiety mounting. "You seem pretty serious. Who is this guy, Toshiro?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Without waiting for a response, Toshiro made his way toward Crocodile, his focus unwavering. He placed a hand on Nami's shoulder, guiding her toward the exit with a firm yet gentle push. "Go now. I've got this under control. You don't want to get caught up in this, just know that nah i'd win." Toshiro pushed Nami to the door that Crocodile had just entered, completely disrespecting and ignoring him entirely.

Reluctantly, Nami nodded, her worry evident as she shot a final, anxious glance at Toshiro before hurrying out of the restaurant. However, Crocodile's hand shot out, blocking her path.

"Who gave the authority to leave?" Crocodile's voice was cold, and his tone carried an unmistakable edge of command. Sudenly crocodail hand got cut off swiftly without him noticing.

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Nami took her chance, dashing past Crocodile as he recoiled in surprise. She escaped the restaurant, her heart pounding as she fled to safety.

"I did. Do you have a problem with that?" Toshiro asked, one hand casually tucked in his pocket.

Crocodile, momentarily stunned, quickly transformed his severed hand into sand, reconstituting it with a frustrated glare. His eyes fixed on Toshiro, a mix of irritation and curiosity reflecting in his gaze. "I didn't expect you to be so bold," Crocodile said, his voice laced with frustration. "Who are you to challenge me, lil bro?"

Toshiro's smirk widened into a mischievous grin. "I'm the father of one of your employees, and I came to take all of your money," he said jokingly, his tone dripping with mock arrogance.