Okay. So this is the craziest plot I have ever thought off. Be prepared for a lot of plot twists. I can't tell how frequently this will be updated, but it will mostly depend of how the reactions are.
Anway: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda
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"Let me out! Let me out you shitty brats!" Kid screamed, knocking on the huge, massive door separating him from the children on the other side. His class, the class of stupid 3rd graders he had gotten at the beginning of the school year, has locked him in! Inside of an old, unused, dark cellar of the shitty former castle the school was located in.
He would get them for this. They would pay. Every one of them. Kid knew that they were just children, but they were evil. Like really evil! Even more evil than he himself!
His colleagues had pitied him at the beginning of the school year, but he has been confident. Hell, it had worked. Till now.
The huge redhead took a deep breath in and smashed himself against the door in hope to break it. But no, it had to be made of solid metal. Fuck. His shoulder hurt.
"Brats?! Brats?" he screamed once again. No response. And he couldn't hear any noises from the outside. Did they leave? Did they really leave him here?
Kid was going angrier and angrier with every second.
Tomorrow, and every day after tomorrow they would have to write a test. And get a shitload of homework. No excuses accepted if they managed to forget it. No going to the toilette during the lessons. No. He would make sure that the brats never did something similar again.
The redhead finally gave up. There was no sense in hitting himself against the door. He still couldn't believe that a bunch of 8- and 9-year old children had managed to trick him. Sure, they have planned everything carefully and obviously had way too much experience in it, but how could he fall for something so stupid? He should have seen that the one boy wandering off and getting lost was a trick. After all, it was their fucking school. Through nobody used the rooms under the ground so the children practically couldn't orient themselves down there.
He turned on the little flashlight he always carried attached to bis belt. Killer and him had ended up in darkness way too often during their little adventures as children. He had learned from it.
Kid looked around. The cellar was empty. Empty except for one thing. A huge frame on the wall opposing the door covered with a white sheet.
The man walked towards it, eying it with interest. He reached out and pulled the sheet down in one movement.
Kid found himself staring in a mirror. Only that the person staring back wasn't him.
There was a slender, dark skinned man in weird clothes, holding what Kid recognized as a gas lamp, looking at Kid in thoughts.
The redhead would have loved to think that the item in front of him was a painting, but the man moved. So maybe there was another room there and he was looking through glass? But why was the man dressed so weird? Was it a costume? And why seemed the rooms behind them to look identical?
Was this any of the fucking cliché situations one could see in like every second fantasy movie where the mirror was a portal to another dimension?
Kid didn't feel like dealing with such nonsense. But than the stranger on the other side reached out and touched the mirror.
The redhead starred. Nothing happened. Except that the man on the other side looked slightly confused.
He stepped back and suddenly took a swing, punching the mirror or whatever it was. Kid jumped away, trying to get away from the breaking glass.
The other man in the meanwhile looked absolutely unimpressed even through his hand was bleeding from the cuts he has gotten himself by destroying the item.
"Hello" he said with a deep pleasant voice. "I believe it is more convenient to talk this way."
He stepped through the frame and into the room Kid was in.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Trafalgar Law and I am a treasure hunter, a surgeon and a scientist. And who are you, Mister?"
Kid, still slightly under shock, smirked. The guy was pretty interesting. "Eustass Kid. Teacher and mechanic."
Law smirked back, obviously checking Kid out. It was weird.
"So why do you wear such weird clothes and what the hell was that?" the redhead mentioned to the frame, still not understanding anything.
The darker male went through all his pockets for a short while, not answering. Finally, he took out a neatly folded piece of paper. He put the lamp down on the floor and unfolded it, quickly screening the names written on it in what Kid recognized as Japanese.
After not even a minute Law folded the paper back again as he obviously found what he was looking for.
"As I was locked in the cellar" he gestured towards the place behind the wall "I thought that I could try and find out what was going on behind the glass and a possible way out."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I am locked in as well. You know, that's why I am standing here.." the redhead answered.
"Mhmmm" Law didn't pay him any attention as he was suddenly fascinated by Kid's flashlight.
"May I see?" he pointed to it. "I have never seen something like that before."
The huge man frowned. "What year is it?"
Law looked up, surprised about the question. "1788." he answered, watching Kid with suspicion.
"Well than, welcome to the future." Kid said theatrically. Somehow, he didn't feel like making a big deal out of the whole thing. The man in front of him was a timetraveller. And the thing he believed to be a mirror was obviously a portal to the past. So what?
He just wanted to go home and drink beer.
"May I see?" Law repeated, pointing to the flashlight.
Kid passed it to him, not giving a fuck anymore as he sat down on the dirty floor and watched the man from the past playing around with the light.
It was funny how he didn't care at all about being in the future but was extraordinary fascinated by such a simple device.
"Wait!" Kid called out, as Law pointed the light on a particular spot. "There is something! It looks like a trap door!" he exclaimed eagerly.
He walked over, mentioning to the darker man to come over and give him some light to work. He brushed with his hands along the edges, collecting quite the dirt on his hands, but he didn't mind. He was so excited.
Law in the meantime watched Kid closely. He was slightly suspicious of the time-travel thing but the man currently sitting on the floor seemed to be quite the honest one. And as he was in serious trouble, what was better than hiding in the future?
Finally, Kid had managed to somehow pull the door up, whirling up a lot of dust in the process. Exactly as the sound of keys and muffled voices could be heard from Law's half of the cellar.
"Let's go!" he hissed as he tossed the flashlight in Kid's hands and grabbed his gas lamp, quickly sliding down into the darkness of the trap door.
The redhead wanted to protest at first, but then decided against it. After all, there was nothing that spoke against a little adventure with a man from the past.
He climbed down, closing the door immediately. One time traveler was more than enough.
TBC