I had been a bartender in my last life and I would be one in this one. Truthfully, I was glad I would be able to retain something from the before, no matter how insignificant it may seem. If only I known how much everything was going to be shot to hell, I never would have gotten my hopes up for any sense of familiarity.

My name is Makino and this is the story have how I accidentally, yet somewhat intentionally, fucked up One Piece.


It all began in February on one of the coldest days my new home, a little village on a small island, had ever seen. At least, according to my new father. I was born screaming and scared out my wits, the last thing in my memory having been the flash of headlights as a truck barreled toward like some sort of vengeful, stampeding rhino. Luckily, most of my own birth in this new world was a blur because of that panic. I don't think anyone really wanted to remember exactly how they came out into the world; it was gross enough just seeing it in documentaries after all.

(My first mother had told me once I experienced it myself, childbirth would turn into something beautiful. And really, really painful. I believe one of those things fully now, if the vague recollection of my new mother's agonized screams were anything to measure by. The poor woman's throat was probably sore for days after. I didn't notice until much later how impossible that thought was.)

True, it was a rather cliche beginning, but none the less, that is how my new life started. Quick and frightening.

I didn't become fully cognizant for sometime, I guess experiencing and, in some messed up way, surviving death can do that to a person. Rebirth wasn't something I would have been expecting. It was was a tough time for me, yet in some ways merciful as I always seemed to 'blackout' at key times. (No traumatic memories of breast feeding or diaper changes for me!) Sure, I was confused as hell whenever I was able to gain a little control of my own mind, but whenever I did my parents never seemed overly concerned with the child having sudden fainting spells, so I assumed during those times my adult thoughts and memories were simply in hibernation. Perhaps they had been too much stimuli for my new compact body to handle? I don't know and I suppose I never truly will.

After a while, when I was finally able to control my bouts of unawareness, I had learned several different things. The first was that I was no longer in the country I had been originally born in. (Assuming this was my first time being reborn. Could it have been possible I just didn't remember past lives?) The second was that my name was apparently Maki-chan. Or at least, that is what my new father always called me.

It wasn't until my eyes developed enough that I took notice his relatively young age, no way was he older than 30. His features were what really caught my attention though. After all, it was kinda hard to miss when your father had green hair so dark it was almost black. It was almost like he had some sort of algae growing out of his head rather than actual hair. My new father always had a gentle smile though when he hovered over me or cradled me in his arms, even if there was something sad lingering in his expression. He tried his best to remain happy for me, a baby who wasn't really a baby, and I easily loved him for it.

Months later is when I would come to understand that sad longing in his gaze. His wife, my mother in this new, unexplored world, had died in childbirth. It hurt and that surprised me. I did not expect to feel any sort of emotional pain for a woman I didn't know. A possible moment of mourning for a life lost, but not the actual sting of losing someone close. It was a strange feeling, but there was no denying that even before I had met her, even though I had never truly done so, that my new mother had sewn a place in my heart. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a connection only mother and child could share.

I would have to ask my new father for stories of her when the pain lessened from his eyes and when I learned to speak the language that sounded of Asian origins. I bet she had been a wonderful woman. (And I did, ask for stories that is. I was right, she was wonderful.)

It wasn't until I was five that I realized my new life held a tiny bit more significance than I had I originally thought. I wasn't just some random green haired child destined to flounder in a village far too small compared to the cities I had grown accustomed to before my previous death. No, I had been reborn into a manga/anime series as a side character. Not just any side character either. I had the power to potentially change the entire course of this world's history.

The question was, would I change it?


AN: So, yeah. It is 3am here and the beginning of this story just whacked me over the head like a hammer would a nail and I had to write it out. Which kinda sucked because I was working on chapter 3 of iPhoenix Down/i, which is about 15% done. I am actually hoping to post that by the end of next week if all goes well.

I have been thinking of adding some other pairing in this. Romance won't be a main focus, but I was wondering what pairings everyone would like to see? Makino will mainly be with Shanks and I was thinking maybe a hint of LawLu? Let me know!

This work is gifted to treavellergirl on AO3 for kicking my butt into gear with this idea. Thank you! :)

As of right now this is not edited. I am hoping to eventually go back and edit everything that I need to edit, but it may be awhile before I can do so.