AN - Vendiche here. Just to let you know, when I decided to do the whole "OC falls into whatever world" bit, I didn't expect to do one for One Piece. Not to mention that this will be the first fanfic that Avalon and I will be posting ever since I made this account. It's been awhile since I last wrote something so please be gentle. If you don't like it, please refrain from reading it then. There will be no solid pairing in this story and the closest couple would probably be OC/OC. Then again, I might write something in without realizing it. Interpret it however you want.

This is the first time I'm writing for One Piece so bear with me. Avalon's helping me as much as she can as well as One Piece Wikia. If we're missing something or something doesn't seem right, please let us know.

Disclaimer: Vendiche and Avalon do NOT own One Piece or any other anime (or some other media) that may be mentioned and/or referenced to. No matter how hard we may wish it so. However, we do own the OCs.

Two Worlds: The Journey to Home

Chapter 1: The End of a Normal Life and the Bringing of Disarray

I knew I read a lot of OC fanfics where they suddenly fall into a new world, but I didn't really expect the same thing to happen to me! You just wait. When I get back to the real world, I am SO going to smack whomever is responsible for this.

Oh. I should probably start from the beginning and introduce myself. My name is Crescent D. Venn (or Venn D. Crescent, however you want to say it) but people close to me call me Vasche. The name is pronounced the same way as Vash but the story behind that name is for a later date. As of right now, I'm currently stuck in a situation that most anime fans would hack a limb for; whether it be theirs or someone else's. A little graphic but I'm not in the mood right now. I guess the only thing I can do is make the best of what I've got and try to get home. I knew I shouldn't have read so many of those OC insert stories…

Anyway, it all started one morning as I got out of bed and did the usual ritual of taking a shower, feeding my two rabbits, and preparing breakfast. I live in my own apartment in the city and my school is only a few blocks away, perfectly within walking distance if you set out at the right time. You see, I'm an only child, currently eighteen-years-old at the time. As of right now, it's just me and my dad. Well, it's really just me. My mom passed away when I was young and my dad is always on some sort of business trip, not that I really care. Sometimes he forgets I exist but at least he got me own apartment and remembers to pay for the rent. It's a good thing he paid for the furniture as well. The only thing I have to worry about is the groceries.

I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. Looking in the mirror, I can see an effeminate face framed by black hair that ended just right above the shoulders and dark grey eyes, almost bordering on black. I'll tell you now. I'm 100% male. I just happen to take more from my mother's side. It annoys me that I could so easily be mistaken as girl but then again, I can't really do anything about genetics. I left the bathroom and got dressed in whatever clean clothes that was nearby, my two rabbits hopping around my feet.

Yes, I have two rabbit living in my apartment. Both rabbits are female and are actually sisters. From what I'm sure is the eldest, one rabbit has a pure white coat and red eyes, with a red ribbon tied into a bow on her neck. To contrast the first one, the other rabbit had a black coat instead with a blue ribbon. The strange thing, though, is that her eyes were blue. I didn't think rabbits' eyes could be blue. I didn't question it since my dad never told me where he got them from. The white rabbit's name is Moka and the black one is Kona. Moka tends to stick her nose in other people's business and is unusually brave for a rabbit while Kona usually sticks close to me. I named them after Mokona and Black Mokona from CLAMP; my friend Ava gets a kick out of it. Speak of which, I should probably get a move on and get breakfast ready. You see, Ava is what you can consider a childhood friend and often bursts in –

"VOOIIII! VASCHE! I HOPE YOU'RE GETTING BREAKFAST READY 'CAUSE I'M STARVIN' HERE!" Enter Lon S. Avril, otherwise known as Ava. Several loud knocks could be heard from the front door. I hurried over and quickly opened it. It looked like it was going to break any second.

"I can see you're already disturbing the neighbors," I deadpanned as I let the rambunctious girl in. As stated before, Ava is my childhood friend. A girl with long red hair tied into a high ponytail with a black ribbon and light grey eyes. She was only a few inches shorter than me. She was wearing a white off-shoulder shirt with long sleeves and I could see red and orange butterflies dotting the bottom. She finished off with black leggings and red slip-on shoes; a red backpack was draped over her right shoulder.

"Whatever! I'm glad you're still wearing the hoodie I got you," she said, checking over my attire. If you wanted to know, I'm wearing a simple black turtleneck and black jeans, finishing off with my usual black boots. The hoodie she was talking about is my sleeveless panda hoodie. Completely white all over except for two black panda ears sewn on the hood. The zipper was actually customized to be the yin-yang symbol. Now normally, I wouldn't go describing people's clothes, nevertheless my own. Might as well give you something to visualize, right?

"Of course. I'm not sure what you would do if I got rid of the thing," I pushed her to the living room; "You also got me one with the black sleeves." I went into the kitchen and grabbed the eggs from the fridge. She giggled at me and picked up Moka, going over to sit on the couch with the white rabbit on her lap. She knew I loved the hoodies she got me as a gift. She'll never hear me say it out loud though. Sometimes, I'm not entirely honest about my own feelings but we grew up together so Ava knows about my oddities. Like how I usually don't show much emotion, if I can help it, and the fact I have a slight weakness for cute things…nevermind.

"Guess what? I got the new One Piece manga that just arrived! I also brought some of the first volumes so you can get a recap from the beginning," she carefully pushed Moka off and rushed over, proceeding to shove a book in my face as I was cooking the bacon. "I swore I was going to get you more into One Piece, regardless of your usual tastes. Good thing it's the weekend, huh?" I pushed her back, carefully maneuvering her so she wouldn't step on Kona who was near my feet. I placed the bacon with rest of the food on the table and got out the food pellets for the rabbits. Ava and I have different preferences for anime: she would usually go for the more popular Shonen Jump titles likes Naruto, Bleach, and One Piece while I was more various in my choices like Mahou Sensei Negima, XXXHolic, and other titles. Another thing is that I usually don't stick with a particular anime for very long. I tend to drift between different genres. Mechas, magical girls, high school shenanigans, the supernatural…

"I'd rather stick with Akamatsu-sensei and his works," I said, bending down and lightly petting Kona on the head. I couldn't help but smile as the black rabbit shifted closer to me. Ava scoffed, "Forget that! Go for Oda-sensei!" She suddenly grabbed me and dragged me to the couch, momentarily forgetting about the food. She shoved the first volume into my chest. The look on her face told me she was fully expecting me to read it along with the rest of the five volumes she had in her backpack. I had a feeling she wouldn't let me eat until I at least finished the first one. I just sighed and opened the manga. I could hear her munching on some bacon behind me. She was probably reading the current volume that she was raving about.

Okay, I'll admit the manga wasn't so bad. I'm not exactly a big fan of One Piece but I guess I know the general information about the story. I watched a few episodes here and there; they weren't really in order though. However, there are some things I didn't understand. Like one time, Ava wouldn't shut up about my middle initial. She started off about something called the "Will of the D." and would sometimes break into laughter every time she looked at me. I don't see what all the fuss is about. She knew the D. in my name stands for Dorian. Not that I would tell anyone my middle name right off the bat…please ignore the previous statement. I finally finished the last of the books she brought with her. She let me up to eat breakfast earlier since I was "dutifully" reading. As I put the book down on the coffee table, I noticed a package slightly hidden underneath Ava's backpack. I made a grab for it and read the address.

"Ava. Why do you have my mail?" She looked up from my laptop that I left on the other side of the room. I could tell she was reading fanfiction. She doesn't do anything else on the Internet. "Hm? Oh that. I was going to give it to you earlier but I got hungry." I could feel the angry stress marks already. I sighed and went to the kitchen to grab a knife for the packaging tape. The first thing I saw after opening the box was a letter. I immediately recognized the watermark. It was often used by my mother's family.

Crescent D. Venn,

You are now of age and ready to wield what we have sent you. It would have arrived sooner but unfortunately, there have been minor complications. Your mother had her own set and now you will receive yours. In this package are four rings, three of which you are required to wear at all time: two silver and one gold. You may present the fourth gold ring to whomever you wish to share in correspondence. Also, there will be two bags. One of the bags is required as well as the other to whomever has the fourth ring. Everything is set up perfectly so all I can say is to return safely from your journey. We're counting on you.

Head of the Crescent Family

Ookay... My relatives on my mom's side of the family were always a bit strange. I can see two silver rings and two gold rings along with the bags that were mentioned in the letter. Another bit of information about my name: I share my last name with my mom, although I haven't made it official yet. I have my own reasons why I refuse to take my dad's. I put on the two silver rings, one for each hand, and went back to my bedroom. I remember having a silver chain somewhere…there it is. I grabbed it and laced it through one of the gold rings, wrapping the chain altogether around my neck. I probably should be questioning about what was written in that letter. I don't know why I'm following the old man's instructions. Sometimes I tend to follow blindly without thinking. I just don't like creating conflicts so I just follow orders. I had a feeling that this habit of mine is going to bite me in the ass one day. I went back to the living room and grabbed the letter along with the box.

"Here…this one's for you," I said, presenting the last gold ring to the girl lounging on my couch. Ava just gave me this blank look before giggling. "Why, Vasche. I don't know what to say." I took a moment to think and then I felt my face warming up. "I-idiot! T-that's not what I meant!" I grabbed the letter and shoved it at her. I can still hear her giggles as she took the ring and read the letter. Man, she's always making fun of me. I sulked quietly as I looked over the two bags that were in the box. They looked to be simple messenger bags, both being the same brown color. I threw one over at Ava, knowing she would catch it. She could use a new bag anyway.

"There's only one thing that sort of bothers me," she said as she finished reading and slipped on the ring, "what did your grandfather mean by 'return safely from your journey?'" Yeah, that sort of bothered me as well. The old man also said something about "counting on me." I simply shrugged at her and looked over the items. Huh. I never noticed that before. The silver ring on my right hand had these strange runes etched in red. The ring on my left had the same runes in blue. Looking at the ring around my neck, I noticed that the runes were different on the gold ring than the silver ones on my hands. The bag had some stitched on the sides as well. How odd.

"Hey, Ava! Check out these-" Before I could even comment, the two rings on my hand started to radiate this bright light. The light lashed out at everything. The both of us panicked and Ava ran for cover. I froze when it struck against my rabbits.

"Moka! Kona!" I yelled as I rushed over, not noticing the red and blue runes glowed in tandem. The light struck randomly at several objects lying around the room before make a beeline towards me. The last thing I could remember is the feeling of being shocked by lightning and Ava calling my name.

"The Spade brings wrath while the Heart brings lust. The Club brings envy and the Diamond follows by bringing greed."

I swear I heard something. Oh well. The only thing that really registers right now is the pain running through every fiber of my being. I can barely open my eyes, nevertheless move my own body. Okay, to recap, the rings that were sent by the old man just zapped my rabbits and then me. Wonderful. Wait, I think I can open my eyes now. Wincing from the brightness, I see a clear blue sky. Wasn't I just inside my apartment with Ava just now?

"Where the heck am I?" I mumbled as I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position. I winced at the pain. Looking around, I can tell that I'm definitely NOT in my apartment right now. The ocean was in front of me and the beach I was lying on was closed in by some cliffs. The beach had a big hill leading up to the cliffs. I get the feeling I know this place. I let out a quiet groan.

"Oh dear. Are you alright?" I heard footsteps coming towards me. I tried to turn around again, ignoring the pain surge. "Try not to move too much, young man. We'll try to get you to a doctor." A man appeared in front of my vision. From what I can see, the man was dressed quite nicely. I wonder if he's the rich type. As he tried to help me up without hurting me any more than necessary, I can hear another two sets of footsteps approaching.

"Father! Where are you?" I looked up towards the top of the hill and saw two people. The younger was the one that called. The younger was a blonde-haired girl, probably around the age of fourteen or fifteen. The other person was a tall, young man with what looked like greenish-black hair and sharp eyes hidden behind a pair of sloping glasses. I found his clothes to be somewhat questionable. I mean, seriously, who would wear golden buttons that resembled poop?

"Ah. Kaya-chan. I'm over here! Kurahadol-san, please come over and help me with this young man." I get the feeling that these two names are very important for some reason. I think that light screwed with my head a little too much.

A.N.: Hellooo! It's Avalon here this time. Vendiche and I have read quite a few OC fanfics from several fandoms, including One Piece. One thing I notice is that they always start on Luffy's island, Shell Town, Orange Town, some random island where Straw Hats just happen to land or the OC just lands on the ship itself. We haven't seen one starting in Syrup Village so we decided to take a crack at it. We apologize in advance if all the facts aren't completely straight. Also, Vendiche and I will not tolerate flames. Constructive reviews are fine. After, all writers just want to improve and continue to entertain the fans, right?

- Vendiche and Avalon