One Piece FF.Fuu Wanted Poster

One Piece FAN-FICTION DATABOOK: Fuu's (OC) Wanted Poster, issued after the Buster Call on WhiteBeard's Fleet (Cf. Story III)

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Story at fanfiction.net: Memoirs of an OC, Story.IV: The Day the bended Story of One Piece got mingled with the Snows of Time

~EXTRACT~

But Fuu had missed the entire scene, because at the very same moment, Luffy had grabbed her arm and rewinded his elastic arm back, in order to pull Fuu on the other side of the table by above.
"Luffy!" Fuu lecture while knocking him out with a punch on his head to remind him that she wasn't in rubber, HER, and that repatriating her by elastic arms was definitely a dangerous idea, especially respecting to the landing!
"But…!" protested Luffy, "Look, Fuu, look at this!"
And Luffy hid himself behind a wanted poster that had arrived the very same morning with the newspaper, and which had been a hot topic of conversation around the whole crew since then.
Fuu immediately stopped the second punch she had prepared for the culprit, and stared at the wanted poster with incredulous eyes. The picture was showing a girl in a short white dress, sitting on the railing of a ship under the starry sky, a book in her hand and her two immaculate wings shining through the night.
Fuu first wondered how the hell they had managed to take such a picture, then started blushing furiously at how embarrassing this picture was, before suddenly realising something was odd.
"Wait a..." suddenly paused Fuu at scrutinizing the poster minutely, "Th... This pose... It's a drawing!"
"Yep 'f course it is!" suddenly came by a strongly built okama who had been one of the WhiteBeard's Pirates allies before ending up at Impel Down, and who has chosen to join the crew after Marine Ford - his main job on-board being to mend and 'create' outfits for the crew, styling having been the favourite hobbies he'd learnt back in jail with the Newkamas.
Of course it is...? Well, sure, I mean I would never take naturally such a perfect model-like pose, let alone use my wings that way, even if I like sitting on the railing... Fuu thought with a blush of shame at seeing the sweet pose at the perfect angle with both wings spread without even seeming to catch the wind.
"B... But why...?" she mumbled out loud as her brain couldn't give her a rational explanation as to why the Marines would make and use such a drawing of her while placing a bounty on her head, "H... How...?"
"Simple, sweetie. We couldn't allow these ruffians to use an unworthy picture of our dear angel so we sent the perfect one to them!" the okama giggled patronizingly with a proud pose.
TILT. Fuu's eyes twitched into a disapprobation stare and a little vein of annoyance came to meet a big sweat-drop on her temple.
"You... made it... and sent it... to the Marine Headquaters...?" repeated Fuu with a baffled tone, her expression starting to harden of anger.
Do they take me for a Japanese idol in need of promotion or something? I don't even know if should feel angry or ashamed-to-death…
"Well, it's not like our sweetie is the only one without official photograph." kept on the jazzy okama who didn't apparently mind the obvious reproachful glare Fuu was giving him, "So we just passed it to them anonymously. It sure was nice of us to help them, hohohohohoho..."
"We know for sure that all the photographs of you have disappeared, although a couple of them had been taken during Marine Ford." suddenly cut a familiar calm yet jesting mature voice.
"Marco..." Fuu turned her head toward the tall blond Commander who had come to meet with their table.
"We've got a couple spies in the Marine's offices after all, oy..." he explained with a cunning grin, "But the interesting point is that, on top of having had someone destroy all pictures of you, the prototype of your wanted poster has been delayed and forgotten ever since the War, as if someone had played a trick on the printers' minds to make them forget about it... Oy, isn't that lucky…?"
Fuu forced a smile, having a bad feeling about the sagacious way Marco was insisting on this 'someone' who couldn't have been anyone but her brother.
Fortunately, that was the perfect timing Zoro chose to point at something on the poster Fuu was still holding in her hands.
"Tsk, don't mind the picture." cut the green-haired swordsman who was inwardly a little relieved he didn't get such an embarrassing picture on his own poster, while Sanji was once again crying and ranting about his-own-picture-not-being-that-cool-although-it-was-also-a-drawing but still he was so-happy-for-his-lovely-Fuu-chan-who-was-so-cute-on-this-drawing, "Look at the bounty!"
Fuu's attention switched back on the poster. Because inevitably, under the name 'Tenshi no Fuu' – contracted form of 'Tenshibito no Fuu' meaning 'Fuu from the Nation of the Angels', Oh come on, they couldn't have found me a more original nickname, these Marines, if they ignored my real family name? Here comes the second biggest embarrassment of the day, even if I can understand the concept-image due to the 'spell' I used at Marine Ford…– was printed her bounty: 80 millions of Berrys.
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"You have the same bounty as me." Robin sighed with an accomplice smile, "Somehow, it is rather logical… after all, they put the two of us in the category of the 'Monsters' dangerous for this world!"
TILT. Robin seemed to suddenly realise that what she had just said sounded weird and that she couldn't really remember where she had heard such a comment, but before she could dwell on it, the rest of the Mugiwaras started sharing their opinions on the matter too, and Robin's thoughts got lost amidst them.
"80 millions…" Fuu mumbled while panicking about a certain brother of hers who will definitely be mad at her for that.

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_{Original Pose: Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne © Arina Tanemura
Background Elements: Moby Dick, One Piece Anime © Eiichiro Oda & Toei Animation
Wanted Poster Trame: One Piece Official Goodies © Eiichiro Oda & Toei Animation
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