Hi guys, I'm back. I've started watching One Piece, so here's my story. The pairings are Non Yaoi, and Non Yuri. That is for sure.

Luffy: AM I IN IT 8D

CIL4: Wait and see-

Luffy: I WANNA KNOW!!

CIL4: Wait or I'll make Sanji give you salad for a week. Now do the disclaimer please.

Luffy: Yes mam. Chibi Inuyasha Lover 4ever does not own One Piece... think of how crap it would be if she did.

CIL4: You know, you'd think I'd be mad... but I'm not really... huh, weird. Anyway, welcome to my fanfiction: It Started with a Jewel

It Started with a Jewel

There are times in life when you wish for something you don't have, or ever will have. Other times, we tell ourselves that one day; things will turn around and start going your way. And other times, we imagine our lives to-be. In our dreams, in our wake, and in our hearts…

"SHIRA! BREAKFAST!"

Well, where I'm headed, there are no dreams. Everyone just flows with a certain stream: Some are jockeys, some are cheerleaders, others nerds, and others motor heads. Each day they live their lives as closely related to their own stream as possible, trying their hardest not to stray from their own. Only the brave actually dare to be different, they aren't dead like those who flow with the stream. I happen to be neither of them. Today is my first day at a new High school. I'm joining as a late Freshman, seeing as half the year has already passed. I still don't see why I couldn't have another half year vacation. Oh well.

Stretching out of bed I drag myself over to my closet. Opening the birch wood doors, I realize: I am no longer going to be an individual. I have to wear hell's spawn. This terror from hell is what we call a uniform. It's completely ridiculous too. The top is a long white shirt with buttons going up the front, thankfully it has long sleeves that don't button up like the boy uniforms do. Along with this boring shirt, there are black pants that would make Jennifer Lopez chafe! I got a medium size, but it feels like squeezing my size 8 backside into a size zero.

I know what your thinking, 8? Well, let's just say if I ever run into Sir Mix-a-lot, I'm getting raped. I'm not the skinniest tool in the shed, no where near there. I'm bang in the middle of the BMS scale, between under and over weight (although I think I bend slightly to the over weight because I have stamina of zero).

Anyway, now that those wedgie-prone pants are on, I pull on my shirt… It's tight… especially around the chest. Usually, fitting bra size A into a size small has been easy… but this just hurts! After tackling the push-your-nothings-up-to-the-ceiling shirt, I decided to spice this thing up a bit. Putting on my grandmother's favorite necklace, I look at my reflection in mum's mirror. I look like J-Lo in Monster in Law. And Yes, that is a bad thing. With everything so small, I look like Jennifer when she's trying to put on that silly gold dress that's far too small for her. Only worse. I look like someone who wouldn't mind if you paid three dollars to have a go with! Racing back to my bedroom, I put on my khaki sweater and return to mother's mirror. Better, much better. At least know I look like a non-whore, my chest area was still a little constricted though. I wonder if I've gone up…

Anyway, I went downstairs to eat my breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Not my favorite, but greatly appreciated. Halfway through my meal, I noticed something disgusting.

"Ew. Mum, there's a hair in my yolk." Mum came to my aid and inspected the hair… the results were embarrassing.

"Shi, sweetie, its black… that means it's yours." Well, I feel like an idiot. My own hair fell into my food. Nasty.

Standing up, plate in hand, I walk over to my dog Sasu's bowl and mix his food with my eggs and bacon. It's supposed to be good for him. After completing my morning routine, I walked to my new bus stop… town map in hand. By the time I got there, the map was mush and my jacket was soaked. Shaking my hair of excess water, I began wringing it on to the side walk. Bad day for me.

That all changed when I spotted a small red glimpse in the water.

In half wring, I stood on the pavement watching this little red bead float slowly away into a nearby drain. That's when it hit me. It was round. It was red. It was VALUABLE. I quickly nabbed it before it could become sewer trash and cleaned it on my pants. I don't care if they get damaged, hate them anyway. Raising the jewel to eye level, I gaze into it longingly. It was brighter than a ruby, yet smooth like a fresh sea pearl. An amazing find.

"Wow…" I mutter in mute whisper. Rolling the jewel carefully between my thumb and forefinger, I find a small chip of sorts. The back had ridges in it, like it broke off of something. Then it hits me: this jewel is part of one big one! In triumph I smirk and mutter the two most dangerous words I have ever known.

"One… Piece…"

That is when my world, went black.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. The next one is called: Out of the frying pan, and into the Blue.

Luffy: Am I gonna be in THEN

CIL4: Do you want no meat or don't you?

Luffy: ;; please feed me meat.

CIL4: -.-U fine. SANJI! MEAT FOR LUFFY PLEASE!

Sanji: HAI! SHI-SWAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

CIL4: ... anyway, Review please. This was meant to be a little more exciting. Tips would be nice. Thanks