I don't own One Piece

Chapter One: Duuuuuuuuuuuude…

I drank more than I usually do and I was stumbling on my way to my room. That jackass chef was harassing me all night. I'm a grown ass man, I do whatever the hell I want.

The green haired man lay down on his bed and fell asleep. He tossed and turned in his sleep. He had become quite restless and bothered. As he slept feverishly, the night air became distorted and mystical. He woke up the next day in a king sized bed…

Where the hell am I…?

A young black haired girl walked into the room with her hair in pigtails. She just stepped out the shower and her towel was barely hanging onto her. She stared at the man in her bed. She was soaking wet and she was in complete shock. Zoro stared at the girl and she stared back.

"H-hello…" He said in his gruff morning voice. The woman screamed and ran out of the room. There was a clash and a bang in the other rooms as Zoro examined himself; checking to see if he was nude or not…the woman returned with a broom in her hands and a large t-shirt on that read: NYU and she started to beat him with it. "What the f…"

"PERVERT! OUT. GET. OUT." She started to squeal. Zoro grabbed the broom and tossed it across the room and grabbed the girl by the wrists and held her close, but just to keep her from flailing.

"What the hell is your problem?" He asked. She winced in pain. Though she had more strength than most sweet and innocent girls, she looked quite fragile.

"Why are you in my apartment?" She inquired back. Zoro screwed up his face.

"Don't answer me with a question." He hissed. He shoved her onto the bed and went towards the door. He had no time for stupid girls. He had enough on his plate with that damned navigator. He went into the kitchen and living room combo and scanned the whole room. This doesn't make any sense…who lives like this? Am I dreaming...? The kitchen looked way more high tech than any kitchen he's seen. And what was that large box in the living room… but that girl did hit me real hard with that broom… Zoro pondered hard…real hard…so hard…he went unconscious… Actually, Bikki, the pigtailed girl knocked him over the head with a frying pan.

"…What am I going to do…" She thought aloud in her bedroom as she put on pink Victoria's Secret lace lingerie. The strange yet insanely familiar man lay on her couch with a washcloth on his forehead. She got into her dark blue jeans and put on a black tank top. She thought some more as she slipped on black fingerless gloves and pulled a green hooded sweatshirt over her head. She tightened her pigtails and put on her casual boots. Bikki sat on her bed and pondered even more. Then it hit her like a brick. "That's Zoro! OMIGOSH!"

The young black haired cat-like girl jumped up and started dancing. She skipped into the living room and pat Zoro on the head.

"Uh…" He mumbled as he gently stirred awake. A pair of hazel eyes was staring at him like he was under a microscope.

"Wakey wakey, sleepy head!" She sang out in an angelic voice she usually chose not to use. Zoro glared at her.

"You conniving little wench, why the hell did you knock me out for?" He barked.

"…I thought you were a sex offender…" Bikki replied as she stood up straight. Zoro sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sex offender…sex is the last thing on my mind…" Zoro growled as he looked away from the girl. Bikki wasn't showing anything off but unlike her high school years, she had an amazing figure and for some reason, it made the green haired man a bit uneasy. Zoro could feel his cheeks get pink and warm.

"Uh-huh…well Zoro…I don't think staying in a 21 year old's apartment is smart." Bikki explained as she sat next to him and picked up the remote control. She turned the tube on and surfed through the channels. Zoro blinked then he blinked again; completely dumbfounded.

"How do you know my name?" He began; Bikki looked at him and shrugged. Zoro had blinked again because he saw himself on the strange box. "And…how'd I get inside that box…when I'm here…"

"…Oh…you don't know? You're an anime character…you're not really suppose to be here…and…I know your name because…I watch your show…and I'm your biggest fan." Bikki said nonchalantly. Zoro narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Are you sure I'm not a prisoner…or…I'm dreaming…or…"

"Nope." She said as she stared at the tube.

"…Well you seem real calm for a big fan." Zoro stated as he looked at her with a bored expression on his face. Bikki turned to him rigidly and had a crazed look on her face.

"I'm trying with all my being to not hug you and kiss your face…" She mumbled and she started to shake.

"Uh…you're starting to scare me…"

"It's not like…you're going anywhere……heh…" Bikki said. She cracked her neck and turned off the TV. Zoro felt scared when she grinned evilly. They fell off the couch when she started to hug him and nuzzle against him. Then she squeezed tighter and there was a crack snap sound. "What was that…?"

"That…was my back…" Zoro said in a pained voice.

About an hour later…

"I think I'm done…" Bikki said. Zoro stretched, and then he looked at her like she was crazy. Well she was crazy…but…you know what I mean.

"Are all anime fan girls like this…"

"Yes…but…not exactly like me…because…I've got you!" She said as she looked out the window. It was afternoon already. It was ridiculous how long she was inside her apartment. Zoro noticed the sadness in her eyes as he glanced at her reflection in the window.

"…If I'm stuck in your world…I guess…you could show me how society works…"

"…Yeah…I guess…"

Bikki glanced at Zoro for a minute. She walked around him as he stood in her bedroom. She continued to examine him. He looked really sexy…like…it was a dream come true, but beside that, he needed more modern clothes…well maybe he just needed to get rid of the sash and the swords.

"…Zoro…you'll stand out like a sore thumb with that sash and those swords…"

"…Are you sure they'll be safe in your…apartment?" Zoro asked as he took them off his person. Bikki took the sash and swords and put them in her closet. She made an 'umhm' sound.

"Let's go…if you really want to see what New York is like…" Bikki said as she picked up a small black bag with a cat on it and went to the door. Zoro followed her.

They stepped out into the warm spring air and Bikki started to walk down the sidewalk and Zoro couldn't help but to look around. He's been in a city but not like this. He felt compelled to stop and stare up at the sky and marvel at how high the skyscrapers went up. Bikki was walking too fast for Zoro and he didn't like it.

"You're suppose to show me around…not leave me behind! What if the crowd swallows me up?" Zoro whined like a two year old. Bikki turned to look at him for a hot second and he could see the smirk on her face. He didn't like it. She was acting a bit like Nami and he did not like it at all. Bikki stopped in front of a fast food restaurant called: McDonald's.

"This…is McDonald's…people eat here…the food is okay…but…it's really unhealthy…I try not to eat it now…I'm a vegetarian anyway…"

"…uh-huh and…I care because…" Zoro said, waiting for an answer. Bikki glared at him.

"You're dumber in real life…" She replied as she started to lead him farther away from the apartment. They went deeper and deeper into the concrete jungle. They ended up on the stoop of another apartment building. Bikki pressed the buzzer and a woman's voice came through.

"Hello?" She said in a rough and tough yet femme voice.

"It's Bikki."

"Oh…okies! C'mon up!" She replied quite lively. The door unlocked and Bikki and her strong manly spirited company went inside and went up three flights of stairs.