AN: This was just an idea I had and I wanted to see what you people out there think. So here it is, a saga based on the StrawHat pirates and common fairytales.
Disclaimer: I don't own OnePiece
ONECE UPON A ONEPIECE
In which a long-nose liar meets a green wolf
Once upon a time, in an age that never really existed except perhaps in fairytales of old and forgotten, there thrived a village. The village, and let us call it Hill Village for various and obvious reasons, lived at the bottom of a green grassy hill and on the hill lived the villagers sheep. Everyday a young man shepherded the sheep from one side of the hill to the next, for that was his job. For you see, at the top of the hill was a dark and mysterious forest, as no respectful fairytale is told without one, and inside this dark forest lived countless horrors and the wolves, which liked nothing more than to eat sheep and shepherds. Now it happened that our shepherd was bored of his job and for the past months had grown into a habit of crying at the top of his lungs, 'Wolf', but alas, here he comes now, our hero for this tale.
"Wolf!" cried a curly dark-hair villager as he sprinted from his post by the sheep and down the hill. "WOLVES ARE ATTACKING! WOLVES ARE ATTACKING!" At the hill's base he stopped as his fellow villagers emerged from their houses, various weapons of pitchforks, pots and pans in their hands.
"TAKE YOUR ARMS!" he bellowed, "AND FIGHT OFF THE WOLVES!" He turned of his heels and ran up the hill with the villagers close behind him. However, as our shepherd reached the top he no longer quoted his wolf speech, instead he puffed his chest, cracked a grin and shouted. "HA! I HAVE TRICKED YOU AGAIN!"
Below him, the faces of the villagers' grew red with anger. "RIGHT," raged one holding a menacing looking machete. "YOU'VE DONE IT NOW, USOPP!"
Our liar, Usopp, grinned. "Only if you can catch me," and away he dashed, back towards his sheep. The villagers need not bother chasing the long nosed fibber, he was afraid of the dark and they would get him when he returned home.
I am sure you have heard of a similar story about a boy who cried wolf and who met his fate by being consumed by one. But this is not that story, if it was, the title would be different. No, this story has a twisted tale and twisted fate, as our friend Usopp is about to witness. Perhaps he will live to see the end of this fairytale but this story has of yet, no ending and so the rules have changed. Now, back to our story…
At the top of the hill sat Usopp beneath his apple tree, singing a song to himself about himself. Before him grazed the sheep, white cotton against a sea of green. Yet to his side was the dark forest. The very sight of this forest made Usopp's long nose quiver, he was brave of course, but to enter the forest was not bravery but stupidity. For it was the same forest that Hansel and Grettle got lost in a year before, making a foolish trail of bread behind them. They never went in again, that is, they never came back.
A dark steady eye watched the long nose villager singing loudly, not a note in tune and to his sensitive ears was as scratchy as a broken record. It set his teeth on edge, as did his hunger. With natural stealth, he padded out of the forest and towards the long nosed fool.
"You're a woeful singer long-nose man," he said, speaking the truth in a false cheeriness.
Usopp spun around, obviously startled by the furry green presence of a…"WOLF!" he jumped to his feet.
"Wait a moment," snapped the green wolf. "How do you know I'm a wolf? I'm just a green doggie."
Our Usopp relaxed. "Of course," he sighed gratefully, "you're a dog." He sat back down against the apple tree and beside the green beast. "Hi, my name is Usopp, the brave and mighty warrior of this land," he said brightly. "Who are you?"
The wolf, disguised cleverly as a dog, gave a toothy grin. "Roronoa Zolo. I am a swordmaster of Santori."
Usopp spied the three lengthy swords tied around the dog's waist and raised an eyebrow. "How…? How does a dog hold three swords?"
Zolo's wolf-grin lengthened. "Would you like to see how, Usopp?" He offered.
The shepherd jumped at the chance to witness something as strange as a three-sword wielding dog. "Oh yes!" he replied eagerly. "I would." He watched in complete fascination as the dog was able to stand on its hind legs, hold a sword in a both paws and one in between its jaw and swing them fluently around. Just as our beloved Usopp was about to comment on how awkward Zolo the dog looked he, Zolo, attacked and pinned Usopp against the apple tree.
Again, our shepherd screamed. "WOLF! WOOOOOOLF!" For only a wolf could play such a devious trick on a mere shepherd.
The Hill Village villagers heard the cry for help, in unison they looked at each other, shrugged, and continued sharpening their pots and pitchforks.
The wolf barked in glee, saliva dangled over the hilt of his sword and wolf chest. "MY LUNCH!"
Usopp watched in terror as a silver blade, the sharpened edge gleamed in the sunlight came slashing down towards his throat.
Those of you who are fretting, fear not, fate has decided that our beloved Usopp will indeed survive for another few paragraphs. Yes, Usopp the shepherd was able to roll out from under Zolo's attack and the sword sliced the apple tree clean in half. Very impressive for a wolf – ah, but he is Zolo. I will not be saying anymore as there is a story to be told.
He, the long nose shepherd, wasted no time. The villagers were not coming and even if they did, they would be no match for this weird creature on two legs and three swords. So with inhuman speed, Usopp ran into the dark and terrifying forest. Being scared can make you do stupid things.
Zolo watched as the first meal for days sped of into the forest. The sheep had scattered from all the commotion and in frustration Zolo stumbled after him.
"Damn," he growled and sheathed his swords, dropped onto his fours, picked out a direction, and whether or not the direction was the right way, pounded after the long nose fool.
The trees grew fiercer, taller, darker, as Usopp ran deeper into the forest. He glanced behind himself every chance he had for it was not long before he could hear the faint, but distinguishable, sounds of a panting, green, sword wielding, wolf. With a groan he looked up, in hope that he could climb one of the deathly looking trees. Instead, he saw a tall tower; the golden flag waving at him in the breeze was like a sign from god. Spurred by this new image, Usopp, our brave Usopp ran faster.
Now we must leave Usopp and introduce another two characters. You probably have heard of them, if not than I must say you will be finding the next part of the fairytale rather confusing…surely you have heard of Rapunzle?
AN: This is just the introduction but if you like the idea please review. If I get good reviews I'll put up the next chapter! (I'm still working out how to do it?!)