Title: Dawn of the Plushies
Rating: T for language and sexual situations.
Pairings: Anything and everything. I warn you now, it's one helluva party.
Timeframe: Let's just say it's a deleted scene from the Shabondy Archipelago arc.
Warnings: Major crack, major OOC, self insert, het, yaoi, and just plain wrongness.
Disclaimer: After this, all of the One Piece characters will be insanely glad I don't own them. Meggie belongs to Inkheart and Emma belongs to me.
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The bedroom was dark, the door locked, and the heavy curtains closed against the night sky and the pale glow of the moon. Soft, unnatural blue light bathed two feminine figures seated before a laptop, both sitting cross legged and one chewing her nails anxiously.
"Don't do that, you'll give yourself a hangnail," one lectured the other. The gentle reprimand was ignored.
"Are you sure this will work, Emma?"
"Course it will, Meggie. Don't you have faith in my writing capability?"
"You know I do; but adapting manga into novel form isn't something you've attempted before."
"Megs, trust me, that's not going to be a problem. If anything, it's going to be your reading talent that pulls this off without a hitch."
"But what if it doesn't work? This could be catastrophic if something goes wrong, Em."
"Think positive. Besides...remember our goal. It's all going to be worth it, you'll see."
"I hope so."
"You ready?"
"No...but let's do it anyway."
The slender blonde reached for the laptop and pulled it onto her lap, frowning slightly at the small stark letters neatly typed on the Microsoft Word document. Then, she began to read, drawing a slightly awed sigh from her plumper, brunette companion.
On the very precipice of the New World, the Shabondy Archipelago enjoyed another day of relative peace. Quite aside from the slave trade and the Tenryuubito's cruel regime, the atmosphere in the restaurant that which several of the Eleven Supernovas occupied was quite pleasant.
In the corner of the aforementioned well-kept eatery, surrounded by his crew, there sat the enigmatic captain, Basil Hawkins. A man of a calm, inscrutable demeanour, his pallid face was the picture of serenity despite the tomfoolery around him.
The bedroom around the two girls appeared to fade as sounds of raucous laughter and the aroma of food and strong spirits filled the dark space. Before Emma's eyes the scene seemed to solidify until she was sure she could reach out and touch the man whom Meggie so avidly described.
He was a tall man, very tall, and exceptionally pale. Long, golden hair flowed to brush against the top of his abdomen, and frame ruby-coloured eyes topped with tattoos—vertical spike-like bars—three above each flaxen eyebrow. Another tattoo—a small medieval cross this time—nestled in the hollow of his throat, laid bare by his open coat.
Basil wore nothing in terms of a shirt beneath the white, ruffled garment, revealing finely chiselled abs and pectorals, but clothed his legs in a pair of rich purple breeches and black lace-up boots. A black fur sash cinched at his hips, accentuating their subtle curves, above a pink silk scarf from which a single sword hung.
Though the captain was not particularly renowned for his swordsmanship, what he was renowned for was his bizarre devil fruit ability...
Emma blinked at a sudden presence and glanced towards the empty space of the foot of the bed...which wasn't quite so empty anymore. Her swamp-green eyes widened in delight and her mouth curved into a sadistic smirk of satisfaction. Moving slowly as to not startle Meggie—who was still reading—or their current visitor, she slipped her hand into her bra to fish for the vital item.
Basil Hawkins, a captain well-known for his unbelievably composed disposition, slipped very close to mild hysteria when his surroundings—the bar and his beloved nakama—blurred into non-existence and were replaced with a small dark room highlighted an eerie blue. He was so disoriented he failed to notice the trap until it hit him in the form of something warm and vaguely female-shaped and tackled him to the floor.
Without warning, something cold pressed against his jugular vein and he cursed softly as he recognised the dreaded effects of keiroseki flowing through his limbs, draining him of all strength.
Suspecting a marine ploy, he was surprised to hear a timid feminine voice sound out from somewhere by his feet.
"Em? What's going on? Are you okay?"
She was answered by a lower, raspier voice belonging to the girl currently straddling Hawkins' midriff.
"Don't worry, I've got him. The coral is a suitable substitute for sea stone it seems."
"Oh thank goodness."
"Just finish that last passage, kay?"
"Kay."
Hawkins was confused; the language these two girls were speaking was strange, entirely different from his own, and yet he found he could understand every word. Furthermore, being a magician himself, he could practically taste the enchantments being woven as the timid girl did as she was bade by the one pinning him down. Her voice was breath-taking, and he felt a pang of loss when she concluded the aforementioned passage with:
...and thus, when Basil Hawkins first spoke to the outrageous girl perched atop his vertical form, the story began.
The words faded into silence and something rustled briefly before a source of light was turned on—a bedside lamp it seemed—and Hawkins could finally identify the two perpetrators.
"Remind me again why we did that in the dark?" the girl who had previously been reading asked crossly. Free of casting whatever spell she had, her voice no longer sounded anything special.
"For dramatic effect," replied her partner in crime, offering a casual shrug.
Closest to the lamp, the girl there was a slender blonde. With her blue eyes, pert lips, and clear complexion, Hawkins was sure she'd have her pick of the boys any day...well, he would have been, were it not for her deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression as she noticed his appraising gaze.
The one straddling him was a young woman who could only be a few years older than the first. Her hair was a dark, dullish bronze, her eyes a strange murky hybrid of grey, green and blue, and her figure generously curved.
Though she was definitely no beauty like the first one was, her deviously wicked smile caught his attention far more effectively...and not in a good way either.
"Good evening, Hawkins-sama," she purred. The blonde girl moved closer and knelt beside Hawkins, nodding politely by way of greeting.
"Who are you?" Both girls looked equally surprised and elated by his response.
"Excellent, we can both comprehend each other."
"Well, I don't see why not Em; after all, Farid could understand and be understood even though he's supposed to be Arabic."
"True, very true. Well, Hawkins-sama, I am Emma and my friend here is Meggie."
"Nice to meet you," Meggie murmured.
"How do you know my name?"
Meggie looked like she was about to answer but Emma cut her off with an airy wave.
"We have our ways."
"Why am I currently pinned to the floor?"
"Ah, sorry about this but it's only a safety precaution," Emma informed him.
"Indeed," added Meggie, "We were not entirely sure whether our sources of information were completely accurate about your disposition, so we decided it would be best to do this until we know exactly what we're dealing with. We're only two defenceless girls after all..."
"Speak for yourself darling. I'll kick any man's arse that tries to take advantage of me," Emma hissed through her teeth, unwittingly pressing the coral painfully hard against Hawkins' skin, making him wince.
"Of course, how could I forget," Meggie soothed, "Em, you're hurting him."
Emma blinked in surprise and immediately lessened the pressure against Hawkins' neck.
"Sorry, Hawkins-sama."
"That's alright. But I would appreciate it immensely if you told me why I was here."
The girls looked at one another, and then simultaneously turned back to Hawkins. He gulped, uncharacteristically anxious, when the devilish grin reappeared on Emma's face coupled with a terrifying gleam in her eyes. Even Meggie lost her timorousness to smile mischievously.
"Well Hawkins-sama, we have a little...favour to ask of you."