Disclaimer:I have no idea if it is needed, but okay. Everybody writes them. I'm no Oda and I don't own One Piece. If only... Although I should be pretty genius to write and draw such magnificent manga at the age of few months. Hmmm... AN at the end

Oneshot 1

Soul mate

Michael took a long look around his little sister's room and sighed.

The room wasn't particularly big, it was more to the small side. It looked like your average teenager's room. Anna's bed stood in the corner and her pillows and blanket were a bright neon pink that hurt his eyes to look at. Her desk usually had dad's laptop on it, but right now it had been removed so that it wouldn't disturb the 'chi' (not that he cared what that was) of the room. The same had been done with her chair, posters and most of her plushies. Anna's two bookcases, standing next to each other, were mostly filled by manga and he recognized almost all of them.

How could he not, when his little sister spent most of her free time babbling to him how awesome and epic Naruto/ One Piece/ Bleach/ Kaichou wa Maid-sama/ some other random shoujo, shounen or whatever manga was and what happened in them. Mostly One Piece and Naruto. Michael really couldn't understand how his otherwise sweet and really girly sister, who believed in true love and other poop like that, could be so amazed by stories that focused on fighting. One Piece didn't even have any romance in it. Not that it stopped his little sister from gushing about "nakamaship", and, when carelessly asked what that was, proceed to fall in a long-winded and very passionate speech that didn't make anything even one bit clearer.

Somehow, his little sister had actually managed to find a bunch of other teens her age that were about just as crazed about the whole "Asian cartoons, comics and stuff" and befriend them.

And now his thoughts were wandering.

Not that he minded. He really didn't want to think about what he was going to do. The thing is, after Anna had found some good friends (and he had to admit that she could have done worse, although he didn't like the looks John had been giving her lately) she decided that he needed some good friends of his own. Michael didn't agree- he was perfectly fine in his bubble, thank you very much. If he wanted some people to talk to, he could always chat with somebody on computer about his favorite video games or talk to his classmates or neighbours. Michael wasn't forever alone and he did have people he could talk to, just not any really close friends, and frankly, he felt no need for somebody else. Well, maybe a girlfriend, but that was different.

So, when his little sister had tried to introduce him to all of the people she knew (yes, all of them at the same time. She had made a profile for each and everyone of them. Including a photo, full biography, detailed personal information and, to his horror, even some dirty secrets), he had bluntly stated that he didn't want her to introduce him to anybody she knew. Anna had told him that she understood... and turned to more... unorthodox methods.

Like trying to use her inner eye (let's just say that didn't work), different ways of somewhat traditional divination (he still didn't understand where she got fresh rooster entrails), scrying with a crystal using a world map (she announced his soul mate lived in the middle of south America and was the leader of a small tribe called Matsubha), tarot (Anna told him he should have died the last Saturday) and when she and her friends that had decided to help her with her mission had run out of ideas turned to the almighty mother Google.

Which led him to sitting here in the middle of a circled pentagram that had four white candles and one pink candle (they had run out of white ones) in the star's corners and listening (more like pretending to be listening) how Anna explained the difference between soul mates and twin flames.*

Come to think of it, why was he sitting there patiently not killing some zombies on his PC? Oh, right, she promised that if he tried a few things with her she would leave him alone. And this was the last one. Which meant he could go and kill some zombies, aliens or go build a empire in a matter of minutes. All he had to do was wait until his sister finished her rant, chant a spell, wait for it to not work like all the previous ones and then he would be free. Free as the birds in the sky...

Michael sighted again. Anna finished her rant ("... and that's why soul mate and twin flame are totally different. You, like, just can't compare them. That's, like, the same as comparing cheese and salami. Just because you put them both on bread doesn't mean they are the same.") and gave him her notes.

He took one look at the so called 'spell' and looked at Anna. Another long look at the paper to check if he really saw what he thought he saw and another long look at his sister to make sure she was serious.

"What?" Anna had gotten annoyed by his staring.

"Seriously?" Michael couldn't believe what he had read.

"Yes," Anne answered in a completely serious voice. Michael didn't know what to believe- his sister could act and it wouldn't be the first time she tried something like that. He was a big softy when it came to his little sister and never really retaliated, and she exploited it rather often. But still, something like this...

"Pig Latin?" Michael deadpanned.

Anna glared. "Yes, Pig Latin. Now, move on with it!"

Even if the reason why Michael tolerated her weird bouts of insanity was that he had a soft spot for her, she could be scary when she tried, so he immediately returned his attention to the note. Michael tried to decipher the so called spell. Oulsay... remove the 'ay' and add the 'S' at the beginning... Soul? Okay, next would be... mate, obviously. Ymay? How am I supposed you pronounce that?

As he was thinking this, Anna was gradually growing impatient. When Michael had gotten to the third line, she finally snapped. "Get on with it!"

"Okay, okay, chill out. It's not like-"

A glare from his little sister silenced him.

"Now, you have to sit in the lotus pose."

Michael sighted and righted himself in the correct position. He seriously didn't see any point in any of those spells. Especially this particular one. It was supposed to magically bring him to his soul mate and somehow make everything better. Right. Because that's what is going to happen. Oh well, atleast this time she didn't need to use those weird smelling herbs or draw anything on his body.

So he righted himself, reread the spell for the last time and looked at his little sister. "Can I start?"

"Yes. Remember, chant the spell seven, exactly seven times and don't say anything for three minutes. If it doesn't work, I'll figure something out. But, as it will work, there won't be any need for it. And don't forget, speak clearly," and she smiled in a bright, caring and truly intimidating way.

Michael drew his breath and started chanting.

"Oulsay Atemay

Ymay Atefay

Riendsfay orfay Ifelay

Ithay hetay Ipepay"

Another sharp breath and encore. Breath and then repeat the spell. Four more times. A breath and a repeat, a breath and a repeat. Keep on breathing trough chanting the stupid spell. No need to faint because of a lack of oxygen just for a nonsensical spell. Two more times. Chant the spell, small pause and the last time. As he finished, he started counting slowly to hundred eighty. One, two, three... why had his sister removed the clock? Oh, right, 'chi' disturbance or something like that. Forty three...

Hmmm, there is something strange with the last line. One and twelve... Ithay... that would be hit... hetay would be the... and Ipepay... wait, Ipepay? Remove the 'ay', move the p to the beginning... one and forty six... pipe? Hit the pipe?

Michael looked sharply at his sister. Now that he had noticed (two and fourteen), he was absolutely sure the spell was made by his sister to make fun of him. She probably had gotten bored of her tries to find him friends in a supernatural way (Two twenty nine). After all, there was no way in hell it was actually a part of the spell. Not that he would start speaking before the time. You could never be too careful around women, no matter the age. Two fifty eight, two fifty nine, three!

As Michael opened his mouth to demand an explanation, something weird happened. He felt as if he was being pushed and proded at from all the possible angles with the same pressure and the expression his sister sported confirmed that it looked like that too. Or atleast very weird, as she looked horrified. Michael tried to open his mouth to placate her and tell that it wasn't as bad as it looked (not that he knew how it looked), but couldn't as the unexplainable pressure kept his mouth shut. He looked down on himself and saw that he was being pressed on in a way that made him look like a giant... tube? The horrified teenager would have screamed if not for the pressure on his face.

Suddenly, the pressure vanished. Before Michael could sigh in relief and return to his original form he was yanked from the place he had been sitting at and pushed into a... tube? It reminded him of water sleds that were at water parks- only tighter, with no water, going a lot faster and a lot less comfortable. It kinda reminded him of a pipe. As he had been stretched, he adapted to the fast turns and ups and downs a lot faster than a normal not-stretched person would, but he still hit his head, arm or leg against the pipe in various ways and it hurt. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the unnerving colors flying around in the pipe and tried figuring out what the heck was going on. Wait... hit the pipe? That would mean the spell worked. The spell worked? The spell worked!

As Michael's mind tried to make sense of what that would mean (and failed miserably) the air in the tube was gradually growing colder.

Then he noticed that he wasn't in the pipe anymore and his eyes shot open. He shut them immediately as everything was so bright and white, especially when compared to the crazy colors of the tube. Michael hadn't managed to catch even a glimpse of the terrain or where he was. All he could tell with his remaining senses was that it was really cold, the air smelled like a fresh snow and he was either falling or flying- more like falling diagonally as the gravity felt strange.

With a thud he landed in the snow on his face. Weirdly, it didn't hurt, only felt uncomfortable and cold. No, not cold, freezing.

With a groan Michael raised his head and took in his situation. Even when his sister had been so confident about the spell working, they had never spoken about what to do if it actually worked. As he looked around all he could see was snow, wet snow, white snow and... what was that white substance? Oh, right, more snow. He stood up, wincing as he was wearing only shorts and a t-shirt and his foots were bare. The confused youngster turned around and was dumbfounded when noticed a small brown creature trying to hide behind a tree trunk. Trying, as it was doing it the wrong way. It reminded Michael of something he had seen before and gave him a powerful feeling of deja vu, but, honestly, he felt no need to ponder over it. He was kinda freezing here- his brain didn't really work right now.

Anyways, he stared at the strange creature trying to understand what exactly it was. Michael didn't pay any attention in biology class, but that didn't mean he couldn't recognize most animals as it was basic knowledge. You know, lions, horses, squirrels and doves. The normal stuff.

The problem was, the creature (because that couldn't be an animal, dammit, just couldn't) looked like some kind of... raccoon mutant? Michael couldn't recognize those small rodents and mammals- there were so many and he didn't really care about them.

But why was the creature wearing a hat? A pink hat? A pink hat with what looked like antlers?

Wait...

Michael was freezing, stressed out and half-conscious, but his sister had been nagging, nagging and nagging to him about One Piece for at least four years day by day and things like that don't just disappear. No matter how hard you try to ignore it, it still sits in you somewhere. And sometimes being half-conscious brings it out. That's why, when Michael tried using his brain, something actually clicked. He had seen the weird creature before it's pink hat and blue nose, he knew it's history and... something else clicked. The spell worked, so that meant... Michael Treison's soul mate was Dr. Tony Tony Chopper.

Now, there is a certain amount of stress humans can take. Some more, some less, but most normal humans will go into shock after something exceptionally stressful or shocking happens. Michael considered himself to be a normal person and, although having an mildly crazy sister had made him more open to unorthodox things, the teenager had been going trough crazy rituals since early morning, he had been yanked to another world, he had hit his head (among other body parts) more than one time and he was freezing. And now he found out his soul mate was a certain reindeer that looked like tanuki from the One Piece world?

Well, he passed out.

AN

*- I'm using here the so called concept of soul mates and twin flames. Basically, "soul mate" is your BFF and relationship with him/her can turn into something "more", but "twin flame" is your fated counterpart, and usually twin flame relationships are more lasting and... yeah. Don't confuse this version of soul mates with the most popular concept. Really, if you are interested in it, google it.

Actually, most of it I make up while writing, so don't be surprised if the so called "ritual" doesn't work in real life. Really, don't count on it. But, if it works, send me a PM.

Regarding this whole fanfiction thing- I sometimes get those really cool ideas of what could happen, but I'm not cool enough to think it trough. For example, I have no idea what Michael should do after waking up, where should he wake up and so on. But, I have at least twenty other ideas of how to fall into another world and I have already finished two other oneshots, while two more are half-finished. Also, I absolutely adore well written OC falls into OP fics, so I love the idea that I could inspire someone to write and it has been a little bit more than year since I joined.

BTW, next ones will probably be shorter. This one was about 2350, next ones might be even half shorter. Sorry.

As for the title, I'll explain it in the tenth chapters AN.

If you enjoyed this, be nice and review. It might make me update sooner that next Sunday... *whistles innocently* Also, concrit is appreciated immensely. This is, after all, my first try at fanfiction.

Gosh, I'm feeling so nervous... And next ANs will be shorter.

Next time: my version of getting sucked into a portal thing.

05/08/12

Edited 11/08/12 corrected some minor spelling mistakes, trimmed a bit.