CHAPTER 1

A/N: SHSL Student: Hello, my name is SHSL Student and welcome to "The Second Reaper". This story is actually a... rather unique kind of OC/Self Insert fic, since it is based on the fanfic called "This Never-Ending Story" by Laradhel, who is collaborating (and beta-reading) to write this hopefully great fanfic.

-Laradhel: Hi guys! Yup, basically this is gonna be a "fanfic within a fanfic", so it's actually original. We are two people writing, one from Europe, the other from South America, so organizing this will be a pain, but... I think we'll manage, right?

-SHSL Student: Hell yeah we will! One Piece is one of my most loved manga, and I want to make a fanfic that shows that. However, let me warn you right now: I am the kind of person that can come up with pretty crazy ideas, which I hope Laradhel will somehow manage to make them fit. Also, expect a lot of Easter Eggs, Spanish swearings and silly puns delivered by an explosive character.

-Laradhel: Sure, I'll try to make them fit... Somehow xD Hopefully my own OC won't be as explosive as yours, Stu (can I call you that?) God knows how many crazy people are already on One Piece (jk).

-SHSL Student (aka Stu now): Yes, you can call me that as long as I can call you Lara.

-Laradhel (aka Lara): Okay! So everyone, here's the first chapter of "The Second Reaper", hope you like it. Oh, and before we forget, we own absolutely nothing of One Piece, just our respectives OCs.

One very good way of describing how it feels to die is that the only thing you will be thinking is "Why did this happen to me?"

Even more with how I died. Shot twice in the chest after someone stole my cellphone and my wallet at gunpoint.

I was expecting things to simply fade to black, as my last thoughts repeated over and over again in my head. Instead, once everything went black, the awful pain I was feeling simply faded away… and I started hearing…

Music? Yep, classical music. Maybe Mozart.

But wait, that's impossible! I got shot and died! Why the hell am I hearing music?!

I opened my eyes, and I started to look around the general area I was in. It was a black-and-blue room, with a gramophone playing music in the background. I realized I was sitting in a black couch, and I could not see anything else, not even the walls, and an overhead light shone down on where I was sitting.

"What the hell…?"

As I stood up, I noticed my clothing had changed. I was wearing a long, sleveless, white overcoat with a hood , a black dress shirt and a deep blue loose tie, a chain that had a pocket watch made from a weird black metal and a pair of cargos; I could feel bandages or some sort of cloth on my hands and up to my shoulders, and the only thing I kept from what I was wearing when I died, my limited edition red leather Converse. Somehow, seeing that reminder of my former life lifted my spirits a bit.

"I see you have woken up, Espectro."

!

I looked quickly around, and noticed something I hadn't seen before. A throne, in which a figure in dark robes and wielding a scythe was sitting on; the only thing I could see from it were its hands and feet, which were skeletal and ivory white. Its scythe was the same as the one Death from the game Dante's Inferno wielded. Its face was obscured by the hood the robes had.

"Are you the Grimm Reaper? And why are you calling me Espectro?"

"Yes,I am the Grimm Reaper. And you are the first spirit in a lot of years that I have felt pity for… That brings me to why I didn't send your soul to Judgement: I want to give you a chance to, as a ghost, be sent to some other place. I am not able to give you your life back, but you will have some… powers, as my ambassador."

"A-ambassador? What are you talking about?"

"I would make you help spirits that are stuck in the Plane of the Living pass to this plane, the Plane of the Dead. In exchange, I'll send you to a world and leave some weapons at your disposal. Since I will enjoy seeing you fight, I find it funny."

I felt desperation begin to suffocate me as I listened as in a daze what the Grimm Reaper was telling me. Sure it was nice to be given a second chance (even being someone shady's messenger), but the perspective of never seeing any of my beloved ones was awful as well.

"Please, PLEASE, tell me I'm in a fucking coma! I can't be DEAD!"

But the Grimm Reaper merely brushed aside my anxiousness.

"Nope, you're dead as dead can be. Let me show you." The Grimm Reaper waved a hand, and a screen appeared in mid-air in front of me, showing a funeral, and my family and friends surrounding a coffin.

"Oh God. My family, my friends!" My hands started to tremble, and then suddenly I gripped my head with my hands. "I DIED AND I NEVER HAD SEX!"

"Calm down and listen!"

My mouth clamped shut, and my body froze. The power the Grimm Reaper had scared me.

"The reason I'm doing this is because one of the Reapers from some universe stopped sending data, so YOU are to take their place, got it?"

I nod quickly, even though i have a million questions running through my mind.

"Perfect! Then the only thing left for me to say is... Goodbye, and enjoy your new afterlife!" ... Was that mockery?

And then everything went dark...

Again.

When I began to wake up, the first thing I noticed was the smell of sea, and lots of people talking. Wherever I was, at least it wasn't in a desert.

"Ugh, fucking monkey in the Queen's bloomers!"

When I opened my eyes, blinking because of the bright sun punishing my eyeballs, I saw that I was lying on mi back in a house's rooftop, and after some minutes completly freaking out and cursing in such a way that even Davy Jones himself would blush. After getting up, I took a look at my surroundings. At first it seemed like a normal town, somewhat familiar, as if I had already seen it somewhere before...

"Now that I freaked out enough, let's see where the hell am I- Oh dear fucking God!"

Now I could recognize this place very easily. It was fucking LOGUETOWN.

I was in One Piece.

A part of me was extremly happy and the other was completely horrified.

Happy, because it wasn't storming, wich meant I either was before or after (Please tell me before...) Luffy and CO. came here. Horrified, because I KNEW that I would fucking change things since knowing how shitty my luck is, I would end up changing the story.

As I was walking towards the edge of the building, I tripped over something and my face met the floor with a bang.

"Gah, fuck!"

I began swearing again, my poor toes protesting and my face recovering from the kiss I gave to the lovely floor, and then I sat up to see what I had tripped with.

It was a large metal case, pretty heavy-looking, that had a note stuck to its top:

"As I am assuming you must have woken up and are reading this note, I can only tell you 3 things:

1- Be good with your gauntlets, she could very easily make you have a bad time.

2- Enjoy your gun.

3- DON'T FIGHT AGAINST HAKI USERS. I WARN YOU.

Have a nice after life!

-Your new boss, Death."

That last sentence of having a nice after-life made me raise an eyebrow, actually wondering if I would be able to do that. It was One Piece after all, and I was planning to join the Strawhats (After all, I kinda wanted to survive...), so I was bound to fight against Haki users sooner or later.

Setting aside the note, I unfastened the claps of the metal box and opened it, my eyes widening when I saw its contents.

Two weapons I knew very well laid there, waiting for someone to pick them up. Shining under the sun, a familiar revolver and a pair of gauntlets brought a wide smile to my face.

I didn't know much about revolvers, but from what I read from Wikipedia, Blue Rose was a heavily modified Smith and Wesson Model 500 double-action revolver. Nero had this weapon customized for special purposes with the following modifications:

1) It had a traditional 6-shot cylinder as opposed to the Model 500's original 5-shot cylinder.

2) Targeting sights, and porting on each barrel to reduce recoil and muzzle flip.

3) An obvious extra barrel underneath allowing for a double shot.

4) A molded wooden grip and an intricate blue rose design carved into the left side of the gun (hence the name).

As for the pair of gauntlets, they were Emberfists, a pair of big, heavy, studded, iron punching gauntlets, designed to fit over a person's hands. They were coloured in bright, fiery-orange tones, with black flame patterns decorating the tops of the hands. I didn't know if the rules applying in the D&D for the Emberfists worked here in One Piece, but I wasn't going to complain; just having them will look absolutely badass.

Along with Blue Rose and the Emberfists, there was also a worn-out brown belt with a holster for the Blue Rose and a small pouch.

"Sweet."

I picked up Blue Rose and was surprised to see how heavy it was. The same happened with the Emberfists.

Shrugging, I set them aside and grabbed the small pouch, opening it to find bullets for the revolver. Well at least I wouldn't need to use the revolver for butting heads instead of firing.

My grin widened into a full-fledged smile worthy of one of Luffy's when I incorporated and put on the belt around my hips, the holster at my right. I holstered Blue Rose and put on the pair of iron gauntlets.

Right now, being the Grimm Reaper's ambassador didn't sound bad at all.