Hello! Well, I've been working on this fic for about a year, and I finally decided I should get around to posting it. This story will in no ways inhibit the posting of my other story, "Deception." This is an unusual story for me. I usually prefer to write drama, but I have chosen to take a stab a humor. However, my sense of humor is a little more than odd, so I hope I manage to amuse you, but you're in for a very strange story.

GraceTheFangirl (that's her name) is a very odd OC of mine who I've had in character development for awhile. She is mainly the concept of a fangirl who experiences empathy for 'unloved' characters, and has issues with "reality vs. unreality." (This is in no ways whatsoever a self-insert…no matter how much I, myself, might love the character that shows up.)

Those of you who are familiar with the characters I usually write about, I'm sure already know what character is going to turn up. Therefore, I ask you not to give him away in your reviews, so as people who don't know what character I'm talking about will be surprised/shocked/horrified/appalled. (Or most likely stop reading the story.)

Lastly, I'm probably going to offend a load of people with this story. Chances are, your favorite character is going to get bashed at least once, among other things. (All in good nature though.) I don't own One Piece, or any characters from other anime that I might mention…like Roy Mustang of FMA, who's going to be mentioned occasionally throughout the fic whether you want him to be or not.

Have you ever been in love? Okay. Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, "Oh god, how cheesy is this story going to be? Why am I even bothering to read it?" But bear with it, just for a minute. Like I said…have you ever been in love? Most of us have, in some way or another. But have you ever been in love with someone you couldn't have, because it was impossible? I'm not talking about some famous movie star you might have a crush on, or that tall boy next door who's six years older than you and has no idea you exist. Unattainable and impossible as these romances may be, they are a very different sort of impossible.

Have you ever been in love… truly, truly in love with someone who wasn't real?

"We'll be gone for two weeks." my mother said. "This is a huge responsibility, Grace."

"Yes Grace, do something productive with your time." my father said.

Something…productive. Yeah right. My parents were going on vacation for two weeks, and I was in charge of the house. The whole house! My parents were a lot more trusting than most though, I can't think of too many parents who would leave their house for two weeks in the care of their teenage daughter. But I was different than most teenage girls. I wasn't going to throw any rambunctious parties or go out drinking. Nope, not me. Well…I might break into their wine closet occasionally, but for the most part, I was content to be very "productive" by…watching lot's of anime, reading lots of manga and fanfiction, and drawing lots of fan art. That was my idea of the word "productive." It was summer vacation, and I had nothing better to do.

Okay, so I was not the best artist in the world. I'm not exactly one of those prodigies who make those flawless prints and then do commissions at anime conventions, but at least you can tell what character I'm trying to draw, and my drawing don't like, burn your eyes out. Unlike my friend Mackenzie on the other hand…

"Hey Mackenzie, that's a really nice picture of Chopper."

"It's not Chopper!"

"Uh…then who is it?"

"It's Roy Mustang!"

"Oh…right. I knew that."

Mackenzie's got this fetish for Roy Mustang with lots of hair, don't ask. And only she can draw a picture of Roy Mustang and have it end up looking like Chopper in his human-form. Don't look at me, I've never found Roy Mustang all that attractive. Or any anime-heartthrobs for that matter. Characters that most fangirls swoon over, like Ace, Sanji, Zoro, Saskue, Itachi, Gaara, and yes Mackenzie…Roy Mustang, I've never found all that attractive. I find them boring, unoriginal and typical of most anime guys. But who am I to talk, because I do the exact same thing. That is, draw pictures of the same anime guy over and over.

I was in totally love with him.

Okay sure, he wasn't real, he was out a manga.

But who cares about that…er…minor detail? So what if he's not real? Shouldn't the powers of love be able to stretch beyond the dimensions of our world and into the wonderful world of 2-D?

But I had learned the hard way to keep this "infatuation" of mine a secret, after getting kicked out of the "One Piece Otaku Fangirl Club" (how's that for redundant?) for emphatically announcing I was his die-hard fangirl and saying that I thought he was sexier than Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, and all the other hot guys of the whole series put together. (This is very true.)

That didn't fly real well with them.

I think it kind of pissed them off.

"Him?"

"He's like, your favorite character?"

"Are you like, kidding?"

"He's like, a freak!"

"Isn't he like, gay?"

"He has like, tacky hair!"

"God! You like, have really bad taste!"

So they kicked me out.

They were all snobs anyway. And I couldn't put up with them saying 'like' every four words.

Anyway, I decided I would take my time alone and draw the absolute best picture I could of him. I would make it perfect. Absolutely perfect. I would glorify every gorgeous muscular and masculine detail, painstakingly sketch and re-sketch until his shape was perfectly formed. His hair, his eyes, his sword over his shoulder, every inch had to be drawn to sheer perfection. Then I would ink it, filling in only the necessary areas with fine, black pen lines. And then the color. I practiced blending my pencils until I achieved the exact tone of flesh, and hair, and fabric. I heightened the shadows, blended the folds of his clothes carefully to match their exact shade, watching One Piece all the while, replaying the same episode over and over, so I could constantly see him and make sure every detail was perfected. I had to keep the fangasms in check while watching the episodes though, or I would have screwed up my drawing. However, it was rather nice to be able to "Oooo" and "Aahhh" over his every word without having my Mom or Dad walk in and ask me what the hell I was doing that was putting me in such a state of delighted ecstasy.

(I owned several episodes in their original Japanese, seeing as no self-respecting One Piece fan wants to watch the shit that 4kids dished out to us. Honestly people, take a good look at my favorite character, he's obviously Japanese, so why the hell are you giving him a crappy Greek/Russian/French/German/Italian accent? His VA could have at least made up his mind about what nationality he wanted to use instead of trying to mix them in a blender.)

It took me the better part of the first week, four days actually. But when I inked the kanji of his name next to my drawing, and signed my name "Grace" in the corner, I knew I was finished.

But I was sad to be finished. I had poured my heart and soul into that picture, and yet it remained…a picture. And just that. Just a picture. No matter how much I drew, and wished and loved, he was not real. And there was no way I could make him real. He would remain as he was.

And then there was Mackenzie, who constantly chastised me for this unattainable crush, the one out of so few people who knew my secret. Why didn't I move on? I was old enough to be able to tell the difference between fiction and reality.

"Seriously," she would tell me. "You could at least be in love with a popular character. Then you would have other fangirls to sympathize with you and fawn over him. But you just had to pick one of the characters nobody likes, didn't you? Now, we Roy Mustang fangirls on the other hand all flock together like one big loving harem, united by our undying passion for the handsome, charismatic…blah, blah, blah…."

But this was very true, I couldn't deny it. I was in love with a character nobody else seemed to like. A character, everyone seemed to hate. I was his only fangirl, for all I knew. He might have other fangirls, maybe two or three, spread out across the world, but none of them could be as dedicated as me.

I carefully hung the picture over my bed, gazing wistfully at what I had drawn. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he be real? Resisting the strong urge to make out with my drawing, (I was just pathetic…) I went to bed, hoping maybe, I might at least dream about him.

I hoped the dream would involve lemons.

"Hey you, are you awake?"

"Huh?"

"You, your name's Grace, isn't it? Are you awake?"

I felt something poke me in the forehead. I groggily opened my eyes to see a strangely familiar-looking girl with thick braids, poking my forehead with the end of a long paint brush.

"Finally." she said, surveying me. "Now we can get to down to business."

"Hey I know you!" I said enthusiastically. "You're Miss Goldenweek!"

"Umm…no I'm not." she said, very unconvincingly. "You must be thinking of someone else. I come from a distant and magical land," she continued. "Its whereabouts are only known to-"

"You mean like Spider's Café in Alabasta?" I said. "Hey, how's Miss Valentine? I hear she makes chocolate now. I always liked her earrings. Any chance she'd give them to me? I wanted to cosplay her at the last convention I went to, but my Mom accidentally chucked the lemon slices I was drying out."

"I really have no idea what you are talking about." she said loudly, completely ignoring my question. "I come from a distant and magical land, its whereabouts unknown to the human world. I come and seek out fangirls such as yourself who have poured their heart and their soul into a single work of art, and I have the power to manifest their desires through their drawings."

She paused dramatically and raised her paintbrush in the air.

"For I am the Magical Paintbrush Fairy!" she announced.

If I could've sweat-dropped, that would have been the time.

"No you're not." I said incredulously. "You're Miss Goldenweek. What are you talking about? Who the heck is the Magical Paintbrush Fairy? You're obviously Miss Goldenweek. You look exactly like her."

"No I'm not, I'm the Magical Paintbrush Fairy." Miss Goldenweek insisted, brandishing her paintbrush again.

"Yeah, sure." I said. "The Magical Paintbrush Fairy. How can you say you're a fairy if you don't even have wings?"

"I do too!" she said, turning to reveal a pair of fluffy, plastic clip-on wings.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said, rolling my eyes. "I wore wings like those on Halloween when I was five."

"Are you going to listen to what I have to say, or what?" she said, continuing to wave the paintbrush around like a baton.

"Sure, whatever." I laughed, leaning back in my bed. "Wow, you know you've been reading way too much One Piece when you dream that Miss Goldenweek shows up in your room claiming that she's the "Magical Paintbrush Fairy."

"As I was saying," Miss Goldenweek said, now eating a rice cracker. "I've been watching you these past couple days, watching you draw."

"I didn't know Miss Goldenweek was such a stalker." I said.

"And I have watched you slave away over a picture you are helplessly in love with." she continued, talking over me. "I must say, it makes such a nice change to find a fangirl of such an obscure character. I mean there are so many fangirls of Luffy, and Ace, and Zoro, and Sanji, no one thinks creatively anymore! It's a refreshing change to learn that there are actually fangirls of such awful characters."

"Excuse me?" I said, glaring at her.

"Oh, sorry." said Miss Goldenweek, looking slightly embarrassed. "It just slipped out."

"That's okay, I'm used to it." I muttered, thinking of the "One Piece Otaku Fangirl Club." "And you claim you're able to bring my picture to life? That's just torturing me because I know this is a dream! All I wanted was to have a nice lemon dream about him and -"

"I'm sorry, what was that?'" asked Miss Goldenweek, cutting me off and looking rather perturbed. "You want to dream about lemons? Why on earth do you want to dream about fruit?"

I gave her an odd look.

"You know…lemons?" I said, laying a delicate stress on the word.

"Yes, like the yellow fruit." said Miss Goldenweek placidly.

"No, not like the fruit." I said. "Like, lemons in writing? You know, when something has lemons in it that means it's a little…um….how do I put this…risqué?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about." said Miss Goldenweek. "Lemons are a yellow fruit. Miss Valentine wears them on her dresses."

"Aha! So you are Miss Goldenweek! You admit you know Miss Valentine!"

Miss Goldenweek look a little annoyed, which was OOC for her.

"Well, as I was saying," I continued, somewhat agitated. "All I wanted was to have a nice lemon dream about him, and somehow I'm dreaming that you show up pretending that you're some "Magical-Paintbrush-Fairy" and that you're going to bring my drawing to life! But when I wake up, my drawing's still going to be a drawing and I'll still be miserable and wishing that he was real!"

"I'm sorry your simple mind is so confused." said Miss Goldenweek, looking unfazed by my agitated outburst. "You can believe what you want, but I do have the power to bring your character to you, using your drawing as a 'portal' of sorts. You're not the first fangirl I've done this for."

"A portal?" I said. "That is totally cliché. It's out of a bad fanfiction. And what about fanboys? Or are you feminist or something."

"Oh no, I've done this for fanboys too."

"They probably all draw inappropriate pictures of Kalifa and hentai." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, that's about the size of it." said Miss Goldenweek. "It's always rather amusing when they wake up in the morning and find the Kalifa is currently occupying the bathtub only the bubbles aren't exactly "appropriately" arranged."

"I didn't need to know that!" I said. "Bad mental images! And how can you know what hentai is but not know what lemons are?"

"But I do know what lemons are." said Miss Goldenweek. "Please don't bring up this silly argument again. I told you, lemons are a yellow fruit. I don't know why you'd think they would be anything else."

"Okay fine." I sighed. "So you say you're gonna bring my favorite character here using my drawing of him. Cool. That's great. This dream will make a good fanfiction some day. Thanks for giving me the idea. Maybe I'll actually get some reviews. Now go back to Spiders café and make some chocolate pastries with Miss Valentine, okay? And then you can bring some along next time I happen dream about you, so we can have a tea party. Better yet, Miss Valentine could show up as "The Magical Lemon Fairy" or something ridiculous like that."

Miss Goldenweek, who always seemed to be one of the more level-headed and calm characters of One Piece who showed little reaction to whatever the situation, looked like she was pretty pissed off.

"Whoa, you don't need to go so OOC." I said, taken aback. "That's not cool."

"Do you want me to bring your fan art to life, or not?" she said, viciously biting off a piece of her rice cracker.

I yawned melodramatically, knowing whatever I said to the incarnation in my dream that my picture would still be a picture in the morning.

"Sure. Go right ahead." I said. "Just do one thing for me. When you get back to Spider's Café, ask Miss Valentine what lemons really are."

"Hey you, are you awake?"

"Huh?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Who the hell are you? Get out of my room before I hurt you."

"You can't hurt me. I'm the Magical Paintbrush Fairy."

"What the hell?"

"I said, I'm The Magical Paintbrush Fairy."

"You look like that girl I read about who was involved in that organization that was going to take over Alabasta, and then turned up on Kyuuka Island. Didn't you break a ton of criminals out of prison or something? If you're an escaped convict don't think I won't turn you in."

"You couldn't turn me in without getting arrested yourself. You're pirate. But that's beside the point. Like I said, I am The Magical Paintbrush Fairy and I -"

"That is the absolute stupidest thing I've ever heard. Get out before I beat you up."

"It's very rude to interrupt people."

"Do you think I care? Go bother the captain or someone else, I want to sleep. How'd you get in here anyway?"

"That doesn't matter; don't you want to know what I have to tell you?"

"No."

"It's very important. It won't take long."

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?"

"How about a cup of tea while I explain things?"

"Tea? You expect someone like me to drink tea? What the hell do you think I am, some sort of sophisticated Marine officer in the middle of a conference? Get the hell out of here!"

"I have rice crackers too."

"You just won't go away, will you?"

"No."

"Is this a dream? Because it's becoming an exceptionally agitating dream."

"No."

"I really don't believe you."

"You don't have to."

"Alright fine. What are you supposed to tell me?"

"Someone is wishing for you."

I woke up the next morning, the dream still oddly fresh in my mind.

"The Magical Paintbrush Fairy." I muttered incredulously to myself, shaking my head. "It really would make a good fanfiction someday. Anyway, it sure beats that dream about trying to a whole swallow pineapple all at once.

"Who the hell in their right mind would try to eat an entire pineapple at once?"

I froze. I knew that voice. I knew that beautiful vibration of sound through vocal chords. How many times had I watched that episode, and listened so intently to each word? It was…

His voice.

I slowly turned around. There he was. He was sitting at the opposite end of the bed. His body, his hair, his features, his eyes…

I screamed.

I screamed bloody murder.

And then I fainted.

Heehee! Anyone have any ideas of who he is? (Like I said, you're not allowed to guess if you've read any of my other stories.) Note about the swallowing pineapple dream, I personally have experienced that dream and thought it would be amusing add. It has also been referenced in another of my stories. Go ahead, review, or flame me for not liking Roy Mustang and finding Zoro and Sanji boring. (Oh, just you wait until next chapter all you Zoro-fangirls!) Please review!