AN: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda! All songs belong to Halestorm!

Hey! It's been a while, hasn't it?! Sorry! Life's far too bust these days :P Being an adult continues to be a stressful annoyance. I literally go to work to escape. I'm genuinely saving up for a mortgage deposit. Anyway, as some of you may know, I now have two nephews, my grandad died, and (as no-one knows yet) I got home from a ten hour shift two weeks ago to find out that my mother had been rushed off to hospital. She's still recovering from her op, but she's not allowed to do anything yet. I also have a new job. By the end of my last one, I was being treated like dirt and being paid illegal wages while being expected to accept that my employer was 'doing me a favour'. I now work ~40 hours a week for minimum wage. This could be changing next week when the new manager starts. I have been warned that people might be getting let go. I've only been there a month, so chances are I'll be first. *sigh*

Hope you're doing well? Please enjoy this random musical inspired by "Dirty Work" by Halestorm! The song in Act One is "Mayhem".

ACT 1

"Can I help you?"

"I only came to ask for your answer." The large armed Lord replied as he finally stepped through the tall doorway into her library.

"My answer is no, as it is to any man that takes it upon themselves to ask me." She explained, a sweet smile across her lips as her cold voice sent a chill rushing down the man's spine. "I need someone younger... Someone I can manipulate but my people will respect. I need someone my enemies will tremble at the sight of."

"Will your enemies not tremble at the sight of me?" He mused while flexing the muscles in his arms, used to her casual darkness from years of service by her side.

"So you admit I could manipulate you?" She chuckled, her gaze returning to her thick, leather bound book as he pretended to show off for her.

"You, my SUPER Queen, could manipulate any man you wished." He grinned back, lowering his sunglasses to wink over the top of them at her.

"However, you would not be manipulated – you would know that was what I wanted and would therefore do what you were told to. The people would not truly respect such an obvious puppet-play," the Queen countered, not looking up from the pages of her book, "or you could choose to not do what you were told, in which case, you would still not fulfil that requirement either."

"So, how do you plan to achieve this perfect King of yours?" The Lord inquired, moving to lean his large frame against the wall. "Your neighbours are getting too close, what with your thirtieth birthday coming up. You will need to move SUPER fast to get a husband so you can get an heir in your charming belly before they begin to act together."

"Do you doubt me, my Lord?" The Queen asked, keeping her voice sickly sweet.

She watched as he shook his head with a greatly amused grin. When had he become so informal with her? He was correct though; she did need to find a suitable husband soon. Perhaps she should take the advice of her Ladies' Maid? The girl had suggested a tournament to allow her to view all of the strong, young men of the country without drawing too much attention to herself. She often made appearances at such things. She could draw in potential husbands with the temptation of prize money and ask her Lord of Intelligence to investigate each of the top four. Perhaps it should be top eight? Her people may not respect anyone lower than the top four, but the top four could be completely unsuitable. Either way, she could then talk to anyone Lord Dragon considered to fit her requirements.

"I need someone young...A man my age will not be all that useful for distracting my neighbours. I need someone with the will to fight, but they must also be able to lead an army...I need someone to sire me a strong heir...A tournament and background check shall provide me with the answers I seek."

...

"Now what do you want?" The orange haired woman sighed, flicking her long, wavy ponytail that reached as far as her tailbone back over her shoulder effortlessly.

"I brought you flowers, my bewitching love." The young cook smiled, holding out a bunch of slightly crumpled looking white gerbera.

"Did I die?" She returned, her hands planting themselves firmly on her broad hips.

"I believe white flowers are supposed to convey modesty and elegance, not one's death." He answered, bowing his head slightly as he looked up at her from his one visible eye, the other hidden by a curtain of straight, blonde fringe.

"I associate them with funerals." She returned, turning her back on the tall, lean blonde currently down on one knee with the bouquet of flowers held out in front of him. Why would he think that she wanted beaten up white flowers from him?

"Just give me a chance, my sweet maiden." He cooed, reaching a hand out to her past the flowers.

She did not bother to glance back over her shoulder at the fool of a cook as she began along the cold, grey, stone corridor.

...

Zoro looked around the bar with a sigh.

"I'm so bored with, this world that spins around me, used to make me so dizzy." He frowned, taking a sip of his pint. "I'm so tired of, these girls that hang around me," he continued, rolling his eye at the girl currently trying to lean against his arm seductively, "used to drive me crazy."

He pushed his stool back from the bar, causing the girl to lose her balance and stumble to the floor, as he stood up.

"A little mayhem never hurt anyone, where'm a gonna get some?" He asked, looking around at the disgruntled gentlemen and womanisers. "A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone, where'm I gonna get some?"

He placed a hand on the hilt of one of his katana, a smirk across his lips as a tall man finally took a step towards him with a poorly cared for sword suddenly in his hand. Zoro grimaced at the state of the sword, but relished the idea of a fight.

"A little mayhem never hurt anyone, I'm a gonna get some, get some, get some." He grinned, slashing the first challenger to the side with a single katana in the blink of an eye. "A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone, I'm a gonna get some, get some, get some!"

Another two men rose to their feet, drawing their own swords.

"Cruel intentions, winds me in a spiral. I'm waiting to unravel." He smirked sadistically, resting the back of his katana over his shoulder. "Twisted motives, drive me in a circle. I'm dying to untangle."

He sliced through the two men with a single spinning slash of air before they had him in their short ranges. Where was his mayhem?

"A little mayhem never hurt anyone, where'm a gonna get some?" He asked again, scanning the crowded bar. "A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone, where'm I gonna get some?"

A group of men decided it was their turn and he grinned, knowing he would finish them as instantly as the previous 'heroes'.

"A little mayhem never hurt anyone, I'm a gonna get some, get some, get some." He called as he proved his internal prediction. "A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone, I'm a gonna get some, get some, get some!"

He cracked his neck as every man in the bar stood from their seats. About time, he silently smirked as he drew a second katana from his waist, leaving the third where it was – he would not need it for this lot.

"I wanna feel the chaos! I wanna hear the uproar! A little pandemonium, I know I'm not the only one! I wanna be, the only way I wanna feel! I wanna feel the walls shake!" He exclaimed, his grin increasingly sadistic as he sliced every attacker that ran at him. "I wanna feel the walls sha- Ah! Shakky!" He flinched as the older female bartender laid a hand on his shoulder.

"And how do you plan to pay for the damages, Roronoa Zoro?" She inquired lightly. "Shall I turn you over to border control? I believe a few of the neighbouring countries have some high bounties on you."

"I'll find the money." He grunted unthreateningly as he sheathed his katana, knowing not to mess with this particular woman.

"Would you mind settling this urge and your current need for money in one sweep?" Shakky continued, ignoring his response. "It would save all of us a little money on repairs while earning us a small fortune from your drinking before you're run from this country too."

"What have you got in mind?" He frowned, glancing around at the broken stools and slashes in the walls that let daylight into the previously shady bar.

"The queen is hosting a tournament."