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You were one of the few masters aboard the Straw Pirates. You haven't found your right weapon yet. You really knew it would take some time.

For now, you fought with a makeshift battle staff. The weapon you had tattooed on your arm. The mark of a weapon that is meant for its master. You knew nothing more about your weapon, about your soul mate.

You didn't mind that though. You didn't need your weapon when you could rely on your friends. But that's just what you thought. Of course, you wanted a weapon, someone who was only for you. Who wouldn't want this?

Surely you knew that Zoro and even Sanji were not your weapons. These two were completely different weapons than what you had on your wrist. You had a hunch that it might be Luffy, but he mostly fought for himself. You never had the opportunity to check this domain.

After a while, you stopped trying and decided to let things go. Maybe you'll come across your weapon somewhere along the way…

You were on a new island, which consisted mostly of mountains with deep ravines and which was inhabited by rather unhinged people.

You originally went exploring in a much larger group, but very soon you and Luffy got separated from the others. Because Luffy smelled the meat and before you could stop him, he was running towards your nose. You had no choice but to follow him.

His nose led you to a small settlement of bridge dwellers. Unfortunately, you didn't stop him and he threw himself into their feast. This pissed them off and before you knew it Luffy was handcuffed with a sea prism stone.

But he could still change into a weapon. However, it was such a shock to his body that he couldn't fight at all. Unluckily for you, they also tied you up. Even with an ordinary rope, you still couldn't fight properly.

You were surrounded and trapped. They pointed their spears at you and kept you at distance. This is how they led you to the edge of a deep ravine. You looked down and your head would spin from that height.

This was supposed to be the end of you. You noticed that the ravine was not very wide. You were already making a plan in your head to save yourself.

The two of you stood on the edge of the abyss before they kicked you into it. As you fell, you tried to grab the rock, but to no avail. Luffy soon caught on to your plan and tried to save you too.

Luffy stretched under your arms as you hugged him and turned into a battle staff. You grabbed him and directed him so that he got stuck between the rocks.

You were afraid you wouldn't make it in time. Either the rock was breaking or Luffy simply slipped off. You really grabbed Luffy like a staff and stabbed him into a rock.

This finally worked and you stopped falling. Luffy seemed to have a firm hold there, so you could breathe a sigh of relief for a moment.

"Are you OK?" you asked him. A hand emerged from the staff at the wrist, pointing a thumb up. You were glad he was okay. You knew he had a hard root, but you were still worried.

After this, you somehow managed to get down and back to the ship. There you got Luffy out of his handcuffs and Chopper took care of your injuries.

Ever since you got on the ship though, Luffy has been stumped the entire time. As if his thoughts were somewhere else completely the whole time. And that almost never happened. Especially for a time like this.

“Hey Luffy, are you okay? ” you asked him worriedly.

“Y/N, what's the tattoo on your arms?” he asked you seriously. Besides, this was the first time he asked you about your sign.

“A battle staff,” you replied, showing him the tattoo on your arm. However, things have completely changed since you last saw him.

The last time you looked at him was before your tattoo. It was an ordinary seated battle staff. Now? Now it was something else entirely. Although it's true that when you clung to Luffy like a staff, you had this strange, uplifting feeling, as if you were complete with him.

You still had a battle staff on your wrist now, but it was wrapped around a whip. However, the most distinctive feature of it was the straw that was hung from one side. Luffy looked at your tattoo thoughtfully before a smile appeared on his face.

"That's my straw hat!" he rejoiced. Others who were nearby were also in shock. After all, you've been sailing with them for a while now and only now have you found out that the captain has been your weapon all along.

"That's not possible," Nami wondered, while Robin just chuckled knowingly, as if she'd suspected it all along.

“Shishishi,” Luffy laughed. The future king of all fights has found a master. Something like this had to be properly celebrated.

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You've been alongside the strawhats for a short time so far. Even so, you clicked with everyone and could say with a light heart that they were a new family to you. 

You were one of the few masters on board. There were more weapons than masters on the ship. 

You hadn't found your true weapon yet and weren't looking. You chased your own goal, convinced that if you were ever really going to find it, you would do so without looking. 

The weapon you used was the katana you've had since childhood. It was also the weapon you had tattooed on your wrist. So you wanted to learn to use it as best you could so that you would be impressed with your weapon when you came across it. 

You knew Zoro was a weapon and even a katana and he didn't even have a master. He wanted to become the strongest sword even without a master.

Quite often you trained together or fought against each other. But you never used him as a weapon. 

You were in the middle of a fight against other powerful pirates. You kept your distance the whole time and had no problems. 

It all came together quickly when another ship showed up and you were trapped. You'd still be able to handle them if your sword hadn't broken. 

You had nothing to defend yourself with and were far from the others. You already thought that was the end of you. You tried to defend yourself as best you could, but you were outnumbered.

It looked like it was going to be the end of you when you saw a green blur and then someone threw a sword at you. Just as you grabbed it, you felt like you'd caught your second wind. 

You were full of strength you didn't even know you had. During the fight, the Katana split into two more, leaving you with a total of three swords in your hands. You had to put the third one in your mouth like Zoro used to. 

Thanks to that, you managed to pull off a combination that turned the fight in your favour and soon enough, it was over. 

After the fight, you were helping Chopper with tending to the others when Zoro came over. 

"Hey Y/N, you got a minute?" He asked you. You looked at the doctor, who nodded at you, saying he didn't need your help anymore. 

"What's going on?" you asked. Zoro just nodded his head to the side for you to follow him. 

Together you walked over away from the others where you had more privacy. You sat down on the ground and for a moment there was silence between you. 

"May I..." began Zoro, thinking of a question to ask you. Normally he wouldn't have a problem, but now he was intently thinking about something. "Can I see your gun tattoo?" He finally asked. 

"You felt it during the fight too, didn't you?" He asked as you unbuckled your wrist guard. 

Revealing your wrist, you looked down at your tattoo, which had changed drastically since the fight. Like Zoro said, you could definitely feel it, but you weren't completely sure since you had no idea if he felt it too. 

You recognized him as a sword when you caught it, but truthfully you might have figured it would be your weapon. You were on good terms before, and this proved why. 

You showed him your wrist, on which you had a katana with two crossed shadows. His unique ability to split into three katanas.  The main one also had three gold earrings hanging from the hilt, strikingly similar to the ones he wore on his left ear. 

"So it's true," he replied seriously, and for a moment you didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "I couldn't have pulled off such an attack on my own," he hummed, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. 

"Do you know what that means?" He asked you, running his thumb over the mark. 

"That I'm your master and you're my weapon?" You replied since you weren't sure exactly what he was referring to. 

"Exactly," a satisfied and proud smile spread across his face. "And together we will become the best swordsman in the world as a master and his weapon. Will you help me with that?" He asked, still holding your hand. 

"You can count on me," you nodded, smiling in agreement. You were glad that you had finally managed to find your weapon.

" That's the way I like it," Zoro replied just as enthusiastically before pulling you close to him. 

It made him happy that you were his master. He had never sought out a master because he originally thought it would be Kushina. After her death, he didn't look for anyone else, as he didn't want his master to keep him from his goal. 

But it was different with you. He knew you were strong and that together you would reach the top.

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You were always looking forward to finding out what kind of weapon you were going to have. You knew you were a Master because you didn't have the ability to change into a weapon. But now all you had to do was wait to see what kind of weapon you would have. You hoped you would have a cool weapon.

However, you couldn't have guessed the shock when your mark finally appeared. As much as you were looking forward to it, that was such a blow. 

A sword tattoo appeared on your wrist. That would have been fine, but the blade of the sword was broken, split into two pieces. You had a broken weapon. 

That was something that brought a lot of trouble and problems. Especially at school, when everyone was going over their marks and competing to see who had the better weapon. 

Ever since they found out at school that you had a broken weapon as your mark, you became the target of ridicule and bullying. What kind of Master would you be if you had a broken gun? 

After that, you started covering your mark with bandages or other things. You didn't even want to see it. So far, it's done you more harm than good. It also made you give up looking for it. You didn't want to look for someone who was ruining your life without you knowing them. 

After college, you went to work at a famous casino. You were one of the best bartenders there. You even had a uniform where you wore wrist tattoos. That suited you best of all. 

All the guests always wanted a drink, especially from you. You were so good, even the boss of the casino, Crocodile, would come over for a drink. 

He loved all the drinks you made for him, though of course he had his favourite. You were his favorite bartender in the whole casino. In fact, in the whole town. 

But he was sure it wasn't just your drinks. It was more than that, but he didn't know what. 

He even asked you about your weapon, but after your reluctance to give more information, he didn't press. The only thing you were willing to reveal about yourself was that you were a Master and you weren't looking for your weapon. 

He even felt generous enough to offer to help you find your real weapon. But you refused, which took him by surprise. Every Master wanted his weapon, which was meant for them. You were a mystery for him to unravel. 

Crocodile was a very powerful weapon himself, despite having a hook for a hand. You knew he was a secretive weapon, but nothing more.

No one actually knew that the hook, or rather its blade, was his own broken blade. 

He had once been in battle against a very powerful weapon, but his ego told him he could beat it. However, that backfired on him. 

He had his hand turned into a blade and blocked a very powerful attack with it. The attack was so strong that the blade began to crack and before he could retreat the blade broke and he lost part of his arm. 

However, the broken part was still a part of his hand and even though it had been turned into a weapon forever, he wasn't going to give it up. Instead, he attached it to his hand like a hook. 

One day, Crocodile invited you to dinner. He didn't deny that he liked you and wanted to get to know you better. At first, you turned him down because, as an employee, you wanted nothing to do with your boss. 

However, that was no argument for him. And just as you mentioned, he was the boss and he would do whatever he wanted and invite whoever he wanted. 

Dinner was in his office, where he also had a giant fish tank for his crocodiles. Even though you had plenty of food and the casino, now you had the whole table set and you had never eaten better food in your life. 

After dinner he took you for a little walk in the private gardens behind the casino where the crocodile tanks were located. 

You walked along a little path lined with palm trees and water as the sun slowly sank to the ground. It was a truly enchanting moment. 

You were so relaxed that you forgot for a moment that you were an employee and he was your boss. As if drawn to him by a magnet you moved slightly closer to him and your hand slipped to his with the hook. 

Before you knew it, you touched the blade of his hook. At that moment, you felt as if a wave of energy passed through you and you were complete. As if you weren't missing anything. 

"I should probably go," you muttered, and immediately let go of his hook. You were torn. Your resistance to finding your weapon and the attraction you felt for this man at the same time. 

Before you could escape, however, Crocodile hooked his hook around your waist and pulled you closer to him. 

"Now that I have you this close, I can't let a single person in the world who might have any power over me simply walk away," he said, taking your hand with a sign. 

He let go of your waist and used the hook to rip open the fabric that covered your wrists. You didn't even have to look at it to know that the grey tattoo had changed. Now there was a golden khopesh with a broken tip that lay like a hook beside it. Crocodile grinned with satisfaction at that. 

"Now that's what I call a surprise," he said wryly, placing the tip of the hook under your chin so that you could look at it. 

"I had you right under my nose the whole time. Y/N, I have two news for you. One good and one bad. The bad one is that I'm firing you," he said, still smiling smugly before pulling you closer and grabbing you around the waist. 

"And the good one? You're moving in with me at the casino. I can't let my Master just walk away," and he leaned in until your noses were almost touching." Even though you're my Master, it's still me who has the power here," he added before kissing you.

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When you joined the Straw Hat crew, you were a lone master without a weapon. However, that soon changed as Sanji fluttered around you like a butterfly and you later found out he was the same simp he always was. 

It was pure chance that you grabbed him as a weapon. Sanji was a spear, so he could use blunt attacks and even stabbing and slashing attacks. Now that you were like a master and a weapon, you were much stronger.

However, from that moment on, everything on the board changed. Sanji started doing everything for you. Your tasks on the deck, even your own missions, bringing you food, drink... You couldn't lift a finger without him going to do it for you. You couldn't even help him in the kitchen like you used to. 

At first, you let him because you thought he'd get over it after a while. You'd let him do things for you for a while, but the worst part was that it didn't stop. 

What made it even more annoying was that he refused to even fight with you. He said he wanted to keep you safe like a porcelain doll.

You got to a new island, and everything was just as it always was. You explored, you shopped, and eventually, thanks to Luffy or something else, you got into trouble.

You inadvertently got separated, and you and Sanji ended up at a dead end. Sanji was carrying bags of groceries the whole time, but he put those aside and stood in front of you so you wouldn't get hurt. 

You were surrounded by marines and it didn't look good for you. Despite all this, however, Sanji tried to handle the whole thing himself and refused to drag you into the fight.

But by then it was boiling inside you. You refused to just stand there idly and be rescued like some princess cursed in a tower waiting for her prince. You knew Sanji had a thing for that sort of thing, but you were a master after all. It was in your blood.

You started arguing in front of all the marines there, even during the fight that soon followed. You fought, you blocked the attacks that went at each other, and you tried to convince each other who was right. 

"Don't you dare take away the joy of accomplishing something from me!" you yelled at him as you broke the nose of a marine who was in your way with your fist. 

Sanji, through your shared bond, finally felt the way you felt yourself. All this time he had been trying to protect you, keep you safe and take care of you as best he could. 

You understood him, you knew how he was, but what was too much was too much. After all, you were a master and a weapon, like soul mates. You were in this together. Besides, before you knew them, you could fight alone too, and no one was protecting you. 

"I'm sorry, mellorine. I don't want you to be angry with me. I couldn't bear it. Even though it makes you so irresistible," he said, walking over to you after sending several marines to the ground. They gradually preferred to scatter.

Sanji took the cigarette out of his mouth and stroked your cheek with his fingers before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. He never wanted you to feel like this. At first, the kiss was gentle to the point of apologetic, but gradually he grew more passionate until he leaned you back. 

"Can you forgive me for all this?" He asked, holding you back. You couldn't be so angry with him after that and you forgave him, seeing the stone fall from his heart. 

Sanji kissed you hard and hugged you once more after that before straightening you up again. 

"Will you let me spoil you for a while? You definitely deserve it after this win," he said with a smile, already planning what he could do to make you happy. 

"We'll see," you smiled before heading back to the ship.

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You came from the Grand Line and travelled the world with one goal: to become a master. You wanted to find your true weapon to strengthen yourself.

You've always been able to handle yourself, and the only weapon you wanted to fight with was your real one. You just have to find it.

Unfortunately, something happened to the tattoo on your wrist during your journey. You had a grey sword that broke one afternoon. Or it looked like it was missing a part.

You couldn't believe your weapon was broken. But you weren't going to let that discourage you. At least it was still alive. That motivated you to keep going. Even with a broken weapon, you could still fight.

One day, you got to the island, where you wanted to search for your weapon again. This island was particularly busy, full of all sorts of people. Pirates, merchants, and sailors of all kinds.

The streets and the bars, the whole area was buzzing with life. There were so many people, Masters and weapons, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Instead, you decided to get some refreshment and relax in a bar on the outskirts of town. You walked in and took a seat at the bar. The inside was just as busy as the outside.

It looked like the entire pirate crew was celebrating inside. Everyone was partying, having a good time and celebrating life.

You ordered a drink and wondered what to do next. You wondered where you should head next, and if your mission would even work.

During that thought, you didn't even realise how fast you drank your drink until someone else shook you out of your thoughts. A certain handsome, red-haired man. 

"One more round for me and here for the Master," he laughed, ordering you another drink. He had you in his sights the whole time. As soon as you walked into the bar, he didn't take his eyes off you, and you didn't even notice. 

The man gave you a wide, full smile and raised his tankard for a toast. You nodded to him with your drink before taking a sip. 

After this,s you talked, or rather he talked. He kept telling you things, and before you could reply, he was already smiling and moving on. 

Before you knew it, he offered you a seat in his crew. At least on a trial basis. They could use a master like you. You wanted to let it go to your head, but it looked like he'd already decided you belonged with them now anyway. 

You spent a few more days on the island before you set sail again. You weren't sure exactly what their goal was, but for now, you decided to let the current take you. 

Instead, you get to know the captain of the pirates more. Shanks was a weapon, specifically a sabre with ornamental decoration on the hilt. 

But you hadn't yet seen it in its full transformation into a weapon. He only ever changed his hand when he needed to. Which wasn't much. 

Until one sea fight, when some young pirates who didn't know who they were dealing with attacked your ship. That's when Shanks decided to investigate your abilities as a Master. 

Before you could fight back, he turned into a sabre, and you had no choice but to fight back. To your shock, which you had sort of expected, he was like a weapon unbound. It was his missing hand that formed the crossguard that was now missing. 

You had to be careful not to let your hand slip on the blade when handling it. You felt like you were fighting multiple enemies at once. Against the one that was attacking you, and against the imbalance of the weapon that was affecting your attacks. 

The fight was chaotic, and you had to improvise constantly. You were almost hit several times when you were narrowly missed. 

During the fight, Shanks spoke to you through the bond you formed as Master and weapon. His voice was calm and completely balanced. He advised you and gave you courage and confidence. 

Slowly, you found your own fighting style that used Shanks' imbalance to your advantage. 

Shanks was excited about the whole fight. Not only did you win, which was a given, but it confirmed the fact that he was your real weapon and you were his master. 

No one could say otherwise, if only because of your excellent chemistry, but also because of the tattoo you had on your wrist, which had changed since the fight. Now, instead of a plain grey sword, you had a colour-accurate replica of Shanks on your wrist like a sabre, complete with three scars on the blade and no guard. 

"I hope you didn't plan on running away from me when you finally found your real weapon." Shanks smiled at you and took you in a crushing hug. "Because I'm not just going to give you up," he whispered before kissing you on the lips. 

It seemed your search was over, and now a whole new chapter awaited you with your weapon at your side.

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Some time ago, you and Zoro joined Luffy and his new pirate crew. There weren't many of you yet, but it was a start. You had known Zoro since childhood, and you had been training together ever since. 

And even though you were a Master and he was a weapon, you didn't belong together. Even though you had a grey sword mark on your wrist, Zoro was obviously a different kind of sword. You simply didn't belong together as a true Master and his weapon.

Even so, you were a very dangerous duo, and people thought you belonged together. Even though you saw the Straw Hats as a chance to find your true weapon and improve yourself.

You blocked an attack and focused on your breathing instead of your alarm-beating heart. This wasn't in the plan, but you had to work with it. You were at the Baratie for lunch when Mihawk, the strongest swordsman and weapon in the world, appeared there. 

Of course, you knew and admired him, but you knew your and Zoro's strength, and they were somewhere else. But before you could stop the mosshead, he challenged him to a duel, and of course, since you functioned as a Master and a weapon, and your attacks were stronger, you fought with him. 

Mihawk was known for being a lonely weapon without a Master. According to everyone, he didn't even need a Master. After all, he wouldn't become the strongest if it affected him, would he? But if a Master supplies a weapon with power, how strong would he be then?

Your hands trembled slightly after the last attack, which you successfully blocked, and Zoro's blade flashed green in the setting sun above the Baratie. The air was full of the smell of salt, blood, and sweat. Your souls resonated, though not as perfectly as you had wished. With every blocked attack, you knew it was a losing battle, but you couldn't let Zoro fall.

"Hold on, Zoro!" you shouted, but you felt that it was not good. A piece was chipped from his blade from the last attack. That's going to be an ugly wound. 

You tried to figure out what to do next. How to get out of this in one piece. You lifted your head and looked Mihawk straight in the eyes. They were cold and indifferent, but something about them seemed familiar. As if you had met before, in some other life. His attacks flashed around him, and you just barely dodged them. The pressure of his mental energy was overwhelming.

His next attack sent you back a few steps, and Zoro, as a sword, flew out of your hand and changed back into a person. You saw that he had a wound on top of a wound.

"Finish it," Zoro said, trying to stand up.

"Zoro, that's enough!" You knew what he meant.

"As you wish," Mihawk smiled, and you saw something like recognition in his eyes. However, you couldn't let him possibly kill him. You scrambled to your feet, and in that moment of despair, as Mihawk's next attack was hurtling directly at Zoro, you did the only thing that came to your mind. 

In one fluid motion, you reached for his hand, which had been transformed into a black blade, hoping to stop him or send the attack off target. You grabbed him at the point where his hand was turning into a part of the hilt, which was golden and set with gems.

They pricked your hand, but you refused to let go. In addition, you felt a very strange feeling. A feeling of fulfilment you had never felt before. The feeling flowed into your mark, which was now hot. You pulled his arm to the side and stood in front of Zoro.

Mihawk stopped his attack and, to your surprise, took a step back and changed his hand back from a blade. You noticed that his eyes widened, as if he felt it too.

"You..." he said and walked over to you, his shock gone. You had no idea what to expect. Instead, he took your wrist and pulled your sleeve back, revealing your tattoo. 

To everyone's shock, it was no longer an ordinary grey sword that could mean almost anything. No. It was an exact depiction of Yoru, as Mihawk was known in his weapon form. And across the hilt, a necklace with a golden cross was draped, which fell onto the blade. On top of the hilt was his black hat with a feather.

"This... this is... unexpected," he said, and his eyes looked at you as if he were studying you. In the meantime, Zoro scrambled to his feet and walked over to you. As did the others, like Luffy, Usopp, Nami, and even Sanji.

"He... He's your real weapon?" Zoro asked, stunned. This was unexpected.

"What is your name, Master?" Mihawk asked you.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, still shocked that he was your weapon. He could have always been one of the legendary weapons.

"Come with me. I'll teach you how to fight and be the best Master," he said seriously. You looked hesitantly at Zoro. Your oldest friend, your former weapon, with whom you had fought so many battles. Would you leave him here? With the Straw Hat Pirates?

Zoro lifted his head and looked you straight in the eyes. His green hair was tousled, but there was something firm in his gaze.

"Go," he said, his voice stronger than you expected. "This is your chance. Your only chance. When else will you get this opportunity? When else will you find your true weapon? This is what you've been waiting for all this time!"

Your heart pounded like a wild drum. The decision was clear. You don't get a chance like this twice in a lifetime. Especially when your weapon was Mihawk.

"I'll go," you nodded determinedly. Mihawk smiled, but it was just a tiny, almost imperceptible glimmer in his eyes. Then he bent down and gently kissed your wrist, right on your new tattoo.

"Right choice," he said, and you had the impression that you were red to your ears. You didn't expect this gesture.

"You have time to say goodbye. We'll set sail later," he said, satisfied with your choice. 

You had the impression that it was all just a dream. That you had finally found your weapon. As he told you, you said a proper goodbye to everyone. You hugged each other and made a promise over a meal that you would meet again.

When you had properly said goodbye to everyone, you and Mihawk headed for his small boat. Everyone from the Straw Hats waved goodbye to you. Your future had just changed. And you were ready for it. And even though Mihawk had high demands, he was sure that you would meet all of them with the right training.

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You've always had a grey mark on your wrist. A dagger tattoo. Every Master had a different tattoo, but most dagger tattoos were similar. Just so a Master would have a basic idea of what kind of weapon they needed. Either someone had a scythe, a sword, a gun, a spear... 

Everything a person could think of. Nothing more. No other hint that would help you find the weapon. Yet you believed that one day you would meet the one who belonged to you, the one who would fit into your life like the last piece of a puzzle. And with whom you would laugh and fight side by side as a Master and a weapon.

That day came unexpectedly. You were sent to investigate a series of strange attacks at the docks. People spoke of a demon, a monster with a red nose, a laugh that sent a chill down your spine. 

And indeed, you stopped in an empty warehouse when the echo of laughter was heard. A man emerged from the shadows, a long coat over his shoulders, a striped shirt, blue hair, and the aforementioned red nose. His smile was wide, unsettling, his eyes glowing with amused madness.

"Well now," he said mockingly when he saw you. "Did they send a little Master after me? I hope you can do more than just wave a stick instead of a weapon."

"You're not a demon. A weapon, if I guess correctly," you said and clenched your dagger, ready for a fight.

"Maybe. Maybe something more. But definitely not your toy." He chuckled, sarcastically and theatrically. And then he ran. 

His hand turned into a blade that missed you by a hair's breadth. You jumped away, but you barely had time to catch your breath when his other hand detached from his body, and each finger turned into a separate blade. 

You were so surprised you almost forgot to fight. His body fell apart and came back together, as if gravity didn't exist for him. And in addition, he could transform an individual part of his body into a small dagger.

"Hehehe!" his laughter echoed from all sides, while detached hands with blades flew towards you. "Catch me, little master, if you can!"

It was chaos. You were losing your footing, trying to deflect the attacks, but he was everywhere. He chased you to the wall. You hit it with your back, and before you could recover, click, a cold blade stopped at your throat.

With his other hand, he grabbed you by the collar of your clothes and held you against the wall. You were trapped. Buggy leaned closer, his breath tickling your face.

"Well then," he whispered, his voice now dangerously low. "What now?"

Instinctively, you grabbed his wrist, where the hand was starting to turn into a blade, wanting to break free. And at that moment, it happened. 

A wave of energy ran through your body, and the tattoo on your hand tingled, as if a thousand ants were crawling under your skin. Buggy froze. The blade at your throat trembled and then pulled back. His eyes were wide, his lips slightly open.

"This... no. It's not possible," he stammered in shock.

"You're... my weapon," you breathed out, as shocked as he was. You definitely didn't expect a clown. For a moment, there was only silence between you. Then he chuckled, but this time differently, not crazily, but nervously.

"So fate decided that I, the great Buggy the Clown, would belong to you?" He tossed his head, as if trying to look cool. "Heh. Either the world has a crazy sense of humour, or I'm a damn lucky clown."

"I didn't expect this either," you smiled, even though your heart was pounding.

From that day on, everything changed. You trained together. Buggy was unpredictable. One time, he would only half-transform to throw you off, another time, he would send a detached hand to steal your snack or press a small gift into your palm. 

He constantly teased you, but at the same time, you had never felt so alive. And when a real fight came, his daggers in your hands were a deadly certainty. He knew how to lead you, he complemented your movements, and he protected you. Together, you were strong. Stronger than ever before.

One evening, after a difficult mission, you were sitting on the roof, looking at the stars. Buggy, unusually quiet, was looking into the distance.

"You know," he began softly, "I thought I'd end up alone. That no one would ever want this shattered soul. Someone so weak... And then you come along and..." He laughed nervously. "And you pin me to you forever."

"And I never thought I'd find a weapon with such a unique ability," you said gently and placed your hand on his.

Buggy looked at you, his cheeks slightly flushed. He tried to hide it with a burst of laughter.

"Hah! Well, okay, but I'm warning you, clowns aren't obedient toys. I'll torment you, I'll make you laugh, maybe I'll even try to drive you crazy."

"And I'll lead you. No matter what you are." You leaned closer and smiled. Buggy blushed even more. 

You were so close that you decided to lean in and kiss him. Buggy was taken aback, but then he kissed you back briefly and clumsily. And from that day on, your mark was never grey again. 

You had three daggers on your wrist, where the handle was striped like his shirt, and at the end, there was a blue tassel that looked like his hair.