AN: This will be my collection of One Piece fanfic ideas that never went anywhere. Check out my profile for other fandoms.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
Title: A Grain of Salt
Premise: A female SI-OC in the "real world" meets with child-Zoro in her dreams, learning how to wield a sword from the boy until she enters the actual One Piece world.
Rating: K
"Awesome contacts! Where'd you get them?"
I had been asked that question so many times. And every time, my answer was the same.
"They're not contacts. This is my natural eye color."
Yup, I had the eyes of one Dracule Mihawk. But I had white hair. Literally white. No color whatsoever.
"Are you the Hawk-Eyed Man?" a short green-haired boy asked me in my dream.
I looked at him skeptically. "Do I look like a man to you, you little squirt?"
"You look pretty flat to me."
I sighed and sat down on the floor. "Sorry, kid, but I'm not Dracule Mihawk, if that's who you're looking for. I haven't even held a sword before. I'm a pretty simple student."
"Are you related to him?"
"Not that I know of."
And so I somehow ended up bonding with the little boy, whose name was Roronoa Zoro. I found it strange that I was dreaming about One Piece characters. But it was a pleasant enough dream, I suppose.
The dreams became a regular occurrence. I decided to do something productive during my dreams and asked the boy if he could teach me how to use a sword. He agreed, and thus began our nightly sword lessons. Of course, during the day, I managed to increase my physical condition and I started practicing with a wooden stick. So I became pretty proficient. Training with the little kid helped because I knew he was better than me.
I was on a cruise with my friends when I fell overboard and went unconscious.
I woke up, and it was raining. It was raining, and I was lying in a muddy puddle. I wasn't very happy. I soon found that I was actually in the world of One Piece. I was suddenly very glad for the fact that I had gotten lessons from Zoro. Especially once I found out that I was on the Conami Islands, where Arlong was based. I did my utmost best to remain undetected while I stayed on the island.
I trained like crazy, knowing that I wouldn't be able to survive in this world if I was weak. If I didn't survive, I'd probably be dead.
Not sure where I was going with this. ~VM