Hello! This is my second fanfiction that I have written! I hated my first fanfiction, so I deleted it. Sorry! This should be a little more well-written since I've been practicing my writing.

The first few chapters will not be in the One Piece world, at the moment it's in an whole different world that I made up because it is going to be a part of the plot. Please keep a good note on that as you read.

Now, I do not own One Piece or any of the other shows that I may mention.

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I watched lazily as the many screens played before my eyes and the long paragraphs scrolled down my tablet. I sat there, eyes searching every nook of what the screens are showing me, looking for a anomaly that defied their world's rules.

Yes, rules. Your world has rules as well, though you may say otherwise. Every world has one and no one should be able to mess them up.

I did say should, right? Of course there would be some people who screw up everything and change the course of their world too much. We just go in and make sure it either doesn't happen, or we take out the Anomaly, permanently.

Well, you'll learn more about that soon enough.

I leaned back in my seat, which was located in this big room filled with all these screens, displaying the world I was in charge of. So much freaking color it made me so curious for my own self to go in their own world and just see it with my own eyes. Or feel it with my own fingers. Or smell something more than just cleaning chemicals and nothing.

But, that wasn't my job. My job was to be a Code Analyzer and stalk these people, which was a lot better than some of the lives I see some of the Codes live.

But at least they have that choice, right?

Back to what I was doing, right. Getting off topic was so very easy when all you had to do was watch another world's life evolve and the main people who could potentially ruin everything. All very boring because this is how we make it, so we know everything.

I guess you could call us stalkers.

But I pretty much doubt we are watching you at all, so don't just assume we are watching you. There are too many people in one world, let alone the rest. We really only watch out for people who could break the rules, and you're probably not one of them.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, you don't get stalked by us, but that was just the way things were.

See, everyone at the beginning of their life is given a path that is determined by us Coders. But every once and a while a Code would be born as an Anomaly, a person who could not be given a path and were born with choices. These people must be strictly watched to make sure they don't tamper with anyone else's paths, or they could screw their world's rules and can have a chance to destroy that world. That's Coder's rules 101.

But why not kill them after their born? You may asking this to yourself.

There were also some other Anomalies that had the chance to change the world for the better as well. This was why we never killed an Anomaly at birth, they could be proven useful. Usually they weren't, but out of about one million, there would be maybe one or two at some point. It was that rare to have a good anomaly.

And besides, most Anomalies do nothing drastic and lead normal lives that we didn't really have to worry about.

So, that just left the very few bad Anomalies to deal with. And because we couldn't see an Anomalies future, we couldn't tell which were good or bad. It usually depended on the reactions the whole world in general took on, not the individual Anomaly.

I took a break from the screens and looked at my tablet, searching for any word anomalies to be seen. I could easily run my eyes over a screen and miss a life changing event, so reading helped solve that by letting artificials analyze and put down what had been said that could be potentially dangerous. This was seriously the artificials work that I really shouldn't be needed to do this.

Seriously, if Artificials could do all this analyzing stuff, why couldn't they sort the bad items out themselves. They pretty much do it anyway.

And seriously, why put me as a Code Analyzer if I had the lowest memory and analytical score in my cell division. I'm pretty sure I was a record breaker for that low score.

That was not really something we can skip home and tell our mothers about.

Wait, what was I talking about? Darn it, I lost my train of thought.

I groaned mentally as I tapped my left pinkie finger and thumb together, revealing a blue holographic panel. This thing is what I liked to show the time on, since this boring place would not get any clocks.

The time was 4:23. I still had one hour and twenty-seven minutes left.

A certain movement caught my eye in one of the screens to the left. I skidded my chair over to the screen to watch. An Anomaly seemed change the future of their world.

I pushed the button located at the top of my tablet. "Cam, put sound on screen F37." I told into the microphone.

"Yes ma'am." Cam responded as the volume for screen F37 turned on and maxed volume.

On the screen in front of me showed dragons disappearing. Well, not disappearing, but leaving and going away because of Anomaly 259. I didn't even need sound to get this one correct.

I tapped my left middle finger and thumb together to gain a direct contact link to the Reboots. "K03 reporting in," I spoke in a even and serious tone. "Anomaly 259 just broke a rule. Should I go with protocol?"

Protocol was were we stopped the time flow if said Anomaly 'screwed up the flow'. We drag the time back before the disruption happened and, well, take out the Anomaly by sending Field Agents into the world.

"No, it's for the good of the world for this to happen." Head Reboot, DB5, responded in a commanded in a cool and even tone.

"Yes ma'am." Ha, I sounded like Cam. "Is there any type of treatment to put on to this case?"

I really hated acting so freaking formal. This was like my first time ever letting an Anomaly go free with changing their world. I was seriously in the mode, right. Getting an Anomaly to live made everyone curious of course, who wouldn't be?

Wait, maybe you wouldn't.

"Yes, I would like you to guide another anomaly, 267 to be exact, to code area 213. Understood?" I could really feel her stare as If she was really in front of me.

Why would she want to send a Anomaly somewhere else? It was hard enough to see what they were up to unless they were right about to do it. I would seriously need extensive codes to manipulate this Anomaly into going into code area 213. "Ma'am, I would need access into strict, and airtight codes to even be able to do this. You know this, right?"

"Yes, I do know this fact K03. Do you need me to assign this to another?" Her tone made me feel challenged.

"No ma'am. I am perfectly capable of doing this myself."

"Good." Chief DB5 ended the link, leaving me with only my thoughts on the matter.

I pulled apart my fingers to end the contact and waved a holographic key to form in front of me on my desk. I was about to do what people in the Code Analyzer division have always wanted to do! Now I can possibly gain a promotion away from this world and go into a more serious world. Another plus was that I could rub this in my coworkers faces later.

I went straight to work and typed code after code till I got a full image of Anomaly 267. He was just a little kid with pink hair, but nothing else seemed special about him. I pulled up the Bio on the boy to see what was so special.

Ah wait, I see it now, he was trained by a dragon that went away. No wonder he was an Anomaly, because only anomalies could do this defying logic stuff.

I wonder what a dragon would look like in person, or maybe what it felt like, or maybe if they smelled funny. Pictures on screens could only show and tell so much.

What could they feel like? Those dragon scales, they looked soft, jagged, and ruff all at they same time. How would that feel on my fingers? All I could feel here was my clothing, desks, food, and standard stuff.

What about the color red? Or yellow? Did it always look as bright as it did on the screens? I've always seen the Anomalies take those little things for granted, or some will just stand and stare for hours at one color. They always did too little or too much, it seemed.

But I couldn't judge, the only colors I've ever truly seen are gray, white, and black. Standard colors.

Right, back to the task at hand, I have to subtly guide him to code area 213. The kid wasn't too far off from this place, so I could easily add a few little thoughts into his subconscious and add a crazy storm or person to drive him to the code area.

I'll make him wander around in search for his dragon friend, that'll get him where I need him to go. That seems like a reasonable thing for a kid like him to do.

After a few more import commands, I jumped up from my chair and ran to the long cubby hole that stretched across the right side of the room. This was where zipped tight codes information materialized for the use of treatments I would need to administer for this Anomaly.

I quickly grabbed the papers and giddily went back to my seat, ready to insert the codes.

I got the thoughts implanted into the kids head and was about to start on adding the external factors when the speakers in my room sounded.

"K03, you are needed for your monthly report. Report to Cell 87."

Seriously? Damn, I forgot about that again! I was so going to be putting one foot in the grave if I was late again.

I shoot out of my seat and stumbled for my report documents. The documents I would need for me to actually keep my job and not thrown out on my ass.

Where the chiz-nit were those freaking documents? I knew I had them done days ago, but where did I put them?

Right. "Cam, where did I put the report documents." I asked into my tablet.

Cam dinged in answer. "Ma'am, I believe you had then in your bag so you wouldn't forget them again."

I slapped my hand against my forehead. "Right! I did do that!"

I grabbed my bland and grey duffle bag from around my chair and darted out the room. I knew the the Artificials will watch over that world for me till I returned.

I sprinted down the endless corridors of the place I had to call home because it's pretty much the only thing I did know physically. I kept running into sea of the other workers as they tried to make their way to their certain destinations for all the various reason. I was running late though, so pretty much everyone I knocked down got nothing more than a meaningless 'sorry.'

And besides, it wasn't like we knew each other or ever really will get to know each other. This place is always too busy for anyone to sit idly by and chat, and that was strictly for after work hours. Plus this place was huge.

Another sad thing was that we didn't really vary in the looks department either, like the other worlds did. We all looked the same with our seriously pure white hair, dull grey eyes, and very pale skin. Then you had to add our dull clothing; we all had different types of dull grey and black clothing to choose from, but mostly people liked to be formal and wear those matching suit outfits in my department.

I'm no exception to that rule folks! At the moment I'm wearing some black flats, black skirt that reaches mid thigh, and a wool gray sweater with a black tank underneath. That people, was the standard for Code Analyzers. Pretty much each job section had a work attire, right.

A voice dinged inside my bag, alerting me that Cam wanted to speak.

I pulled Cam the tablet out as I continued to sprint through the halls. "Make it quick Cam, I have a report to turn in."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't think you should be going to the room." Cam's robotic voice sounded stressed. But that was impossible since electronics couldn't express emotions.

I tried to humor the poor thing. "And why shouldn't I do that?" I said as I dodged people and they dodged me.

"I was looking into some files and found some information that should be proven fatal if you enter that Cell."

Wait, did I just hear him correctly? Was the tablet joking? No, they can't joke. Damn, I just answered my own question.

"You have about three minutes and twenty-eight seconds to explain your reasoning." I informed him, because that was the amount of time it would take for me to get there at my speed.

I never said that this place was small.

"Well, I was just given some news from a multimedia link that said that there was a Code Marker that has marked up a world that was littered with an abnormal amount of Anomalies." Cam explained simply. "And in times like these, the rules state that no reports are to be given in during the duration of the Code Marker, because they could easily give false information."

"Sorry Cam, but can you explain a little more? I don't get it." The reason I didn't get it was because Code Markers are the rebellion group that has tried time and time again to stop the Reboots from stopping Anonalies from doing their own thing and let the Code control their own lives. But that rebellion was put down at least a century ago at the earliest, because everyone agreed that if people were to survive, they would need strict rules and guidelines and less bad Anomalies.

"This is serious ma'am. I've searched though various documents that have been marked as classified when you were given the okay to look at classified codes. I believe that they would believe that you are the Code Marker." It really sounded like Cam was angry. Who knew that could?

"I highly doubt that Cam." I breathed in heavily and stopped abruptly in front of Cell 87. "I barely tested out of the restricted lifestyle. I really doubt they I would actually think I could do something like that, because I really don't know how."

"But ma'am, someone could- "

Cam never got to finish because I shoved him back into my bag and zipped it shut. No more ridiculousness from my tablet.

I calmed my heart rate down to an even beat, flattened out my outfit, and fixed my hair back behind my ears to make myself presentable. I stood up straight with my left hand at my side and my right hand going up to knock on the door.

I probably looked like I got rained on from the amount of sweat built up on me, but I had sprinted here so I wouldn't be late. They can't deduct points for presentation when done at my best and hopefully they take pity on that I tried.

Just before my fist reached my door, it slid open, leading me inside the dimly lot Cell room. I could barely make out the silhouette that I deduced to be none other than some weird and odd looking instructor.

She had the usual attire of a Reboot, but that's where the similarities end. She had hair the color of what I thought to be brown, her eyes seemed to shine green, and her skin was slightly more brown than my own. That was definitely not a normal standard.

I stared in awe as I saw, for the first time colors, other than the standards. She could easily be no more than 40 at the oldest, judging by those wrinkles the framed the side of her eyes.

"Come, have a seat." She said in a beautiful melody of words.

I couldn't move, I didn't know how she would past standard on this with her weird features. I didn't know how to react to someone so different from the standard.

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This may not seem like One Piece yet, but don't worry, it will! Not next chapter, but the third maybe!

If you never figured out, even though the main character said it many times, she is in a world that controls and regulates the other worlds, like dictatorship watching and controlling from the shadows.

Anyway, I bet you can all guess what is going to happen next right? Well, I bet you don't, I'm pretty surprising in this story.

And review and comments would also be great for me to progress the story more!