2: In which I am saved by my screensaver

Okay, so have any of you woken up in a cold sweat, thinking you're late to school/work, only to realize it's your day off and you woke up for no goddamn reason? Yeah, well then let's pretend that you go back to bed and everything is fine only to remember you are late for something else equally terrible, like your flight to a tropical vacation to Hawaii. Take that initial feeling of oh fuck, amplify by ten to the second power, and we get what it feels like to be ditched in a fictional universe.

Yes! Truly, a marvelous experience.

Yet, even in this veritable shitshow that Rob decided to gift me with, the universe chose to make my grand entrance as crappy as possible. And damn, the universe does not do thing half-assed. Hence why, as I roughly landed on splintering wood, I felt a stinging pain in my arms that sure as fuck didn't come from a splinter.

Blood. My blood was everywhere. Seeping through the thin fabric of my hoodie emblazoned with the Fairy Tail logo. Falling in drops and splatters on the deck I had been transported to. Fucking. Everywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen, I was dying for the second time in my existence. Hell, I was dying for the second time in that month! Adding a heavy helping of insult to injury, I could hear Rob laughing his ass off as I bled out once again.

Reasonably enough, I started a full-blown panic attack, breath inhibited by fear (and the fact that I was on the brink of death) and the blood still left in my body pounding loudly in my ears.

My head swerved around frantically until I caught sight of the ugly bastard. I gave him a panicked look, not down to die again, but he just chuckled and waved me off.

"Good luck, kiddo. And don't worry, Prince Charming 'll save you. See ya around."

If I had been doing anything other than dying at that moment, I probably would have shouted at Rob to tell me what the fuck that meant. As it were, I was dying, so I had no wherewithal to ask his meaning or question why my backpack from when I was alive and school was a thing was suddenly chucked into my side. And fuck me, what did I keep in that think? Lead? Sonuvabitch, that thing was heavy.

Speaking of heavy, my eyelids, previously held open wide with panic and fear were getting heavier as I started to lose consciousness. My thoughts were something along the lines of oh hell no, I ain't repeating this bullshit, but I had zero other options than to let struggle with no success against my blood loss.

I was going to die.

I was going to fucking die.

And then warm arm and the smell of cigarette smoke wrapped around me, saying words that I couldn't understand. That seriously freaked me out, since damn, I am not doing okay if I can't make out the language. I looked up hazily, and my eyes seemed to not be completely failing me.

A really hot blonde, probably late teens, was looking down at me, fear for my well being. Oh, and said sexy blonde had a suit on and curly eyebrows. Yep. Honestly, that didn't freak me out nearly as much as it should of because my brain wasn't really processing things like it should have.

My last thoughts my frazzled brain thought were, Damn, that is one sexy cosplayer.

-:-

So, now is the time when I'm going to give you a semi-random flashback. Honestly, this is just me stalling on giving you my first fully conscious interaction with Sanji Vinsmoke, but it also has some small modicum of value I suppose.

Okay, when I was eleven, my dad ditched Noah and me. Don't get too sad or anything, neither of us liked the guy and our lives were better without him anyway. Him leaving did earn us a whole lot of sympathy from his family though, and my grandparents bought me more stuff than I knew what to do with as some sort of consolation prize. Noah ended up selling a bunch of their shit to save up for an apartment or us, as Drew was off in Indiana doing God knows what at the time, and it was down to the middle child o our family to take care of me.

I ended up giving him a lot of the more girly or sports-related things for him to sell as well, though there was one thing I genuinely liked and kept. A laptop.

Now, at this point in time, me and Noah were religiously going to the library so I could watch One Piece on the public computers. I had been watching the show for the first time and was in love with it, so when I got my computer, I just about turned into the humanized equivalent of cocaine.

The first thing I did was go to my brother and ask him to set Sanji as my screensaver, as I was super into the character since I was watching the whole Baratie thing then. Noah made fun of me or having a crush on a fictional character, and as a result, I threw the fact that he had a crush on Sakura the Useless in his face.

He promptly shut up and set Sanji as my screensaver.

-:-

I woke up in a small but comfortable room, an unfamiliar comforter laid on top of me and a glass of water and a note on the bedside table. My glasses were there, and on the floor next to me were my teal backpack and blood-stained hoodie. For about half a second, I was confused, wondering how the fuck I had gotten there and if maybe I was at one of Noah's friend's house.

And then I remembered the whole death thing and complaining to Rob and HOLY FUCK SANJI VINSMOKE HAD RESCUED ME!

I may or may not have shrieked and fallen off of the twin mattress. But seriously, can you fucking blame me?! I would have to revoke my own membership to the One Piece fan community if I hadn't fangirled in such a situation. And honestly, who wouldn't freak the hell out at being rescued by their goddamned screensaver? My reaction was perfectly reasonable, thank you very much!

Unfortunately, my crap luck dictates that for every awesome moment of realization, there must be an equally shitty one. Or several, rather.

The first was that son of a bitch, I hurt. Like, nothing compared to this. Not even the time Drew had decided I was grown enough to have a beer (or six) and had a hangover the next morning. Not even when it was that time of the month and my uterus was attempting suicide. Repeatedly. Not even when I had walked home three miles in a blizzard with a broken ankle. Yeah, don't ask about that last one.

The second was that my shriek and newfound acquaintance with the floor had freaked out the people on lower floors as two men came into the room. One of them who was none other than my screensaver. And damn, two-dimensions doesn't do the man justice. He is fucking hot! He had this suave, badass vibe to him, even with panic on his face. It was probably the cigarette. Wait, no! Damn it, he's almost an adult! My conscious told me. My hormones were effectively ignoring that teensy-tiny detail, however.

And then, there was three.

Sanji, an unwarranted amount of concern on his face for a stranger, spoke. Why is that a bad thing, you ask? Well, him speaking in and of itself wasn't a bad thing. In fact, his voice was quite pleasant. No, it was what he was saying that made me want to murder the world and the demon who sent me there.

Seriously though, it made sense. One Piece is from Japan. It made sense for the people of its world to speak Japanese

A/N: New chapter, y'all. And amazingly, it didn't take forever! I'm so proud of myself ^.^ Anyways, I'd like to thank everyone who has followed, favorited, or reviewed. I really want to thank MajorCartooniac for the long review. I totally agreed with you btw, why are all OCs perfectly capable adults? It's so much more fun to make unadjusted teenagers suffer. Well, as always, feel free to review. They always make me happy, even flames. Flames just mean you took the time to read and critique, so it shows you care. Hope you enjoyed!

~Lizard-senpai