Chapter 10: The Escape

Chapter 10: The Escape



Nico Robin laid in the grass on her back, staring blankly at the canopy above.

'I couldn't say it today. I just need to do it and get it over with...' She sighed.

A rustle from the bushes drew her attention and she sat up on guard, knowing Cherry shouldn't come back today. However, it actually was Cherry contrary to her expectations.

"Did you forget something, Cherry?" Robin asked, but she sensed something was off. Cherry had a serious expression with furrowed brows, a look she'd never seen her have before.

"Nico Robin." Cherry spoke.

Robin froze and her eyes shook. 'She knows my real name.' Contradicting thoughts swirled around her mind. 'Am I going to be sold out again? No, Cherry wouldn't do that. But why wouldn't she, everyone else has? No, this is Cherry, she's different!'

While Robin's mind was going in circles, unable to decide whether she could truly trust Cherry, Cherry spoke once more.

"Part of me hoped it was just a weird coincidence, but I knew deep down it wasn't." Cherry sighed and scratched her head. Then she looked at Robin with a firm resolve.

"A navy warship came to the island looking for you. The marines are scouring the island at this very moment, leaving no stone unturned. We don't have much time." Cherry set down her backpack and started taking things out one by one.

Noticing that the older girl was still frozen in confusion, she shouted "Robin!"

Robin started from the shout.

"Can your devil fruit power also reproduce your hair?" Cherry asked calmly. Robin nodded and spoke "It can, but why?"

Cherry gave a devilish grin. "That makes things a little easier then." She said, then held up a pair of scissors and a razor.

Robin got a bad feeling, but she decided to trust Cherry.

*One make over montage later*

"Fantastic, even I don't recognize you." Cherry spoke, proud of her handy work.

In front of her stood a fit young man wearing a black leather jacket with torn off sleeves on top of a white t-shirt and tight leather pants. The leather jacket, pants, and boots were studded with small spikes. He sported a bleached blonde pompadour, side burns, and handlebar mustache. His cheek bones and chin were heavily pronounced.

"Lastly, put on these sunglasses. Although you aren't the only person with blue eyes, it's best not to leave things to chance." Cherry nodded with satisfaction. "Wrap yourself with the tarp so you don't get torn to shreds by the needles."

Robin was enlightened by this experience. Cherry's ideas on how to use her powers to alter her appearance were novel, to say the least.

Angela.

"You could have woken me up, silly girl." Grandma Angela said, giving a gentle smile.

After breakfast, Grandma Angela insisted on going into town to celebrate Cherry's birthday. When they left the house, they ran into Slenk in the courtyard.

"There you are, Cherry. Where's are the things you, uh, borrowed from me?" He asked.

"Hm? Which things? The clothes, the hair care products, or the erotic books?" Cherry asked,

wearing her best attempt at an 'innocent' smile.

Slenk froze in fear as his eyes drifted to Grandma Angela.

"What have you been corrupting my granddaughter with, disciple?" Grandma Angela spoke

slowly, enunciating every syllable.

"I-it's just a joke, right Cherry?!" Slenk looked to Cherry pleadingly.

Cherry winked with the eye Grandma Angela couldn't see. "Grandma, what does it mean when two women [CENSORED]?" Slenk's hopes were expertly dashed and he sunk to depths of

despair.

Not just because Cherry had just signed his death warrant, but also because what she had just described was a particularly steamy scene from his favorite book.

"Borke!" Grandma Angela shouted.

"Yes, Master?!" Borke came bounding out from somewhere like a loyal hound.

"It's seems I've been too lenient with disciple Slenk and let him have too much privacy. Do a

contraband search of his room." Grandma Angela commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Borke saluted before dashing towards the disciples' living quarters.

Meanwhile, Slenk had sunk lifelessly to his knees, unresponsive.

"I'll deal you later, disciple. Let's get going, Cherry. I've got a lot of plans for your special day." She took Cherry by the hand and they had a wonderful day out of the town.