A/N: So a big thanks to the few people who actually bothered to leave reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or One piece.
Chapter 2
Zoro found himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling as he blearily opened his eyes. The ceiling here was raised up in the style of most houses where as the ceiling of the infirmary on the Sunny Go were nothing more than the flat underside of the decks.
'Both of my eyes work now,' he thought to himself, 'what happened to me?'
"I see you're awake now child."
Zoro sat up slowly as his body groaned in protest in order to get a better look at the person who had spoken to him. Looking around the room his gaze finally settled on an elderly woman with pink hair who looked as if the mere thought of being in the same room as him was detestable.
"Who are you calling a child you old hag," asked Zoro indignantly.
This earned him his desired reaction as a vein bulged on her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure, "You, you ungrateful little snot. Who do you think it was that healed all of your injuries? Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?"
"Didn't your mother ever teach you…", he started to shoot back, but paused. Something was off with his voice; it was higher, squeakier than it should have been.
"What's wrong," the elderly woman asked snidely, "Cat got your tongue?"
Zoro leveled a glare at her before he started to shout, "You, what did you do to my voice?"
"What are you on about now?"
"My voice you witch," he continued to shout, "I haven't sounded like this since I was a little kid."
"You are a little kid," the old woman shot back at him.
"Maybe compared to you, you old crone" he yelled at her, "I'm a twenty-one year old man! So why the hell do I sound like a damn eight year old child?"
"Twenty-one," she questioned. "You must have hit your head harder than I thought."
"What are you-" Zoro started but was interrupted by the sound of the door on the far side of the room creaking open. When the door was fully open in walked the same old man with the bizarre hat that he had seen when he had first landed.
"I see the little whippersnapper's awake," said the short elderly man. "What's your name?"
"Zoro, and why do you people keep talking about me as if I'm a child," asked Zoro, now well beyond angry.
The old man gave him a quizzical look before the elderly pink haired woman answered the question he had forming in his mind, "He thinks he's twenty-one."
"I see," said the short man, "young man, why don't you take a look in the mirror? There's one right over there if you don't mind."
Slowly getting to his feet we found that everything seemed much larger than it should have been. The old man was roughly the same size he was and the woman was much taller than him. He cautiously made his way over to the mirror now wary of what he was going to find.
As he gazed into to mirror everything started to make sense. His vice being higher, everything being bigger, he was currently looking at himself only it wasn't himself but it was him, the way he looked when he had been eight with the addition of all his battle scars.
"What did you do to me," he roared pointing an accusing finger at the other two people in the room.
The old man seemed a bit taken aback at this sudden outburst, "You had all of those scars when we found you honest."
"I'm not talking about the damn scars; I know I've had those. What the hell did you do to my age?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the old man said as he waved his hands in front of him trying to deny all accusations, "That's exactly the age you were when we found you."
"Don't give me that crap you old OWE," yelled Zoro as he rubbed his head having been hit by the old woman, "What the hell was that for?"
"You need to calm down brat," said the elderly woman calmly with a hint of annoyance, "Once you do that tell us what you remember, from the beginning."
Zoro sat down and folded legs as he relaxed and closed his eyes in concentration.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm meditating," answered Zoro.
"What's the point in that," questioned the stout man.
A vein on Zoro's head started to throb as he answered the question, "So I can focus and recall every detail. Now will you please shut up so I can concentrate?"
Silenced permeated the room as Zoro continued his meditation trying his hardest to recall every single detail that had lead up to his being here.
"I remember my battle with Dracule Mihawk," he started carefully.
"Who," the old man questioned.
"Dracule "Hawk-Eyes" Mihawk," Zoro repeated only to have them both remain silent. "He was the greatest swordsman in the world and one of the Shichibukai."
"The what," the old woman questioned this time.
"Have you been living under a rock or something? The Shichibukai, a group of powerful pirates who have been given a pardon by the world government in exchange for their loyalty."
"World government?"
"The government that runs every country in the world and deploys Marines to wipe out pirates in all the seas around the world."
"I see," said the old man as he carefully stroked his chin, "and when you say this "Hawk-Eyes" was the greatest swordsman in the world, what do you mean?"
A smile crept its way onto Zoro face as he relived the battle in his mind, every clash of steel every cut made and finally the final clash that resulted in his victory over the man that had years ago seemed far out of his league.
"I beat him," said Zoro his voice full of pride.
The old woman merely snorted in amusement, "you expect me to believe a brat like you is the world's greatest swordsman."
"Damn it I told you," Zoro shouted in protest, "I'm not a child, and I'm supposed to be twenty-one years old!"
"Alright just calm down," the old man said as he tried to calm the now young green haired swordsman, "Can you remember how you got like this?"
"After I beat Mihawk I realized that it was all just a ploy to separate the rest of the crew so that they could focus on our captain."
"Your captain?"
"Yes," answered Zoro.
"And when you say you were a part of a crew?"
"A pirate crew,"
"So you're a pirate," the man questioned.
"Yes," said Zoro with a hint of pride, "and I was a damn good one. I had a bounty of one hundred and sixty million."
"I see," said the old man as he listened, "Please continue."
"So I arrived in time to see my Captain Luffy defeat DoFlamingo."
"And this DoFlamingo," asked the still unnamed man, "was he also one of these Shichi- whatcha-ma-callits?"
"Shichibukai," said Zoro growing agitated, "And yes he was. Anyway as I was saying after the dust cleared Luffy, my captain, was standing there with a sword through his chest. Compliments of Trafalgar Law."
"I assume he is another one of these Shichibukai," said the old woman.
"Yes but of all of them I would have to say he's one of the most powerful."
"How so?"
"His Devil Fruit ability," started Zoro but he was interrupted.
"A devil fruit," the old woman asked.
"A fruit that grants the user powers in exchange for their ability to swim," Zoro explained, "Each fruit grants a unique power, some give the eater the ability to transform and control an element, others alow the user to transform into animal, even dinosaurs and legendary creatures like a phoenix and others grant a random assortment of powers. Also there is only one kind of each fruit."
"I see," said the short one, "This Law character, what was his ability?"
"I'm not certain," said Zoro, "But he was called the surgeon of death. He could create a field in which his ability worked. In that field he controlled everything, he could chop your body to pieces and you would still be alive. He could cause you to trade bodies with another member of your crew, mix and match parts from other creatures, cause objects to trade places, even take the heart from the body entirely. He used his ability to trade places with DoFlamingo's body and stab Luffy in the chest."
"Sounds like a powerful ability," stated the elderly man.
"Yeah well after that I engaged him in combat while my crewmate Brook took Luffy to our ship's doctor."
"And how did you avoid his abilities," questioned the woman.
"Devil Fruit abilities can be cancelled out by Haki,"
"Haki?"
"Seriously," he said in annoyance, "don't you people know anything? Haki, there are three different kinds two of which are more common than the third. The first is armoring haki, it can increase the defense and attack power of the body and weapons. After that there is the Haki used for detection. In some places it is called mantra, it allows the user to detect nearby enemies, their number and level of power as well as foresee incoming attacks. The third and final Haki is one that very few possess, one of which was my captain. It is known as the King's disposition. As far as I've seen it has only had the ability to cause weak willed people to faint."
"So by using this Haki you are able to nullify the effect of his abilities," said the old man, "that could come in handy."
"It doesn't nullify it completely; it works better on logia users."
The clueless looks the two elderly people said it all.
"Logia is the type of devil's fruit that allows the eater to turn into an element and control it," said Zoro, "Haki makes them solid whenever they try to transform and become intangible. Truth be told I don't think he really tried to use his powers on me. He was more or less toying with me; I was already weak from my fight with Mihawk. I was just trying to hold him off so the rest of my crew could escape."
The old man merely nodded in understanding and motioned for him to continue his story.
"During our battle my clothes got too big and my swords became heavier and then I found myself fighting a kid holding Law's sword and that's when Bartholomew Kuma showed up."
"Let me guess," said the pink haired woman, "another Shichibukai."
Zoro only nodded in acknowledgement.
"And what were his abilities?"
"He was a man who was turned into a robot."
"Seriously?"
"Yes and he was also a paw man," explained Zoro.
"A paw man," questioned the shorter of the two.
"When he was still human he ate a Devil fruit that gave him strange paw pads on his hands that allow him to push things away he could push himself and others at such high speeds it look like teleportation. He could collect air and compress it to cause massive air blasts and even push out a person's pain and fatigue and give all to someone else."
"You say he had paw pads on his hands that allowed him to push things," asked the old man, "that wouldn't have anything to do with the strange paw shaped whole in the ceiling would it?"
Zoro nodded once again, "and after I landed I passed out and then woke up."
"It sounds as if you were transformed while you were fighting," said the old woman, "Did anyone have that kind of ability?"
Zoro thought on it for a while, images of all the people he had met and their abilities flashed through his head as he tried to recall any ability he had witnessed that could do that. A memory from before the crew had been separated those two years ago stood out. A young woman with pink hair had tackled him to prevent him from killing one of the world nobles. She had the ability to alter not only her age but the age of others.
"That pink haired witch," Zoro exclaimed as his eyes finally shot open in anger.
"I beg your pardon," said the old woman angrily.
"Not you," said Zoro, "that stupid wench from Sabondy. She could alter a person's age."
"Well your story sure is an interesting one" said the old, "Where are you from exactly?"
"A small island in East Blue," answered Zoro.
"And where were you during your fight?"
"An island on the Grand Line."
"I see," said the old man. "My name is Makarov and this Is Porlyusica," he said gesturing to the woman beside him. "You will have to excuse us for a second while we discuss your predicament."
"Just answer one question before you go," said Zoro.
"Anything," said Makarov.
"Where the Hell are my swords?"
A few minutes later after knocking the green haired youth out with a sleep spell the guild master of Fairy Tail and the elderly healer sat in his office discussing the story they had just heard.
"So what do you think Porlyusica?"
"I think the child is insane," she stated sternly.
"Now, now," said Makarov, "We mustn't rule out the possibility that he is telling the truth."
"Don't tell me you actually believe his hair-brained story?"
"Polyusica," started Makarov, "you know better than I that it's possible to travel to other worlds."
"Edolas is a world parallel to Earthland Makarov. If his story is true then that means he isn't from some parallel world, it would mean that he is from an entirely different world all together."
"We live in a world of magic," said Makarov calmly, "Is it really so hard to believe that he was sent here by a man with the ability to push him here."
"Magic makes sense Makarov! The boy was talking about fruit that gives the one who eats it a one of a kind power in exchange for their capacity to swim. How delusional do you have to be to believe something like that?"
"I have witnessed some astounding things in my time," Makarov said wistfully, "and I'm sure I'm bound to see things even more astounding than those. So for now I will believe his story until it is proven otherwise."
"Very well Makarov you fool."
Zoro awoke three hours later. The two old people from earlier were back and were once again standing at the foot of his bed this time holding a set of what appeared to be scrolls of some sort.
"Where are my swords," Zoro asked once again.
"There are in a safe place for now," explained the old man Makarov, "You can have them back after we have asked you a few questions."
Zoro just narrowed his eyes in contempt at the two elderly people, "Fine, I'll answer your questions."
"Good," said Makarov with a grin, "Now if you would please take a look at these maps and tell me if you recognize anything."
The short elderly man handed Zoro the first map, a map of the continent on which Fiore was located. Zoro merely stared at the map for a few minutes with a puzzled expression on his face before he finally spoke up, "I've never been to this island before.
"Are you stupid? You're not," the woman started but stopped as Makarov raised his hand to silence her before handing the young swordsman the next map.
"Now take a look at this map of the world and see if anything looks familiar."
Taking the new map in his hands Zoro once again stared at the map for a few minutes before he grew frustrated. "What are you trying to pull? This isn't a map of the world!"
"What do you mean," asked Porlyusica.
"First of all the islands are way too big, and there aren't nearly enough of them," said Zoro as he grew more annoyed by the minute, "And where's the continent?"
The two elders shared a look. "Could you perhaps explain what you mean by the continent?"
"The Red Line," said Zoro, "You, know the only continent in the world that wraps around the entire globe."
"Hmm," said Makarov as he thought for a minute, "Young man I hate to tell you this but none of these things you have told us nor any of these places you described exist"
"What the hell are you playing at old man," shouted Zoro, "Do you think I'm some sort of idiot?"
"Let me finish," said Makarov in a commanding tone, "As I was saying none of those things exist here in this world."
Zoro narrowed his eyes at them again.
"Where am I? Do you work for the World Government?"
"Settle down there whippersnapper. Could it be possible that this Kuma as you called him could have pushed you out of your world and into another?"
"Other worlds huh," said Zoro skeptically, "are you senile old man?"
"No not quite," said Makarov. "Allow me to prove to you that I'm not lying to you."
A circle of light appeared in the air and the diminutive old man started to grow until his body took up most of the room before finally shrinking back down to his original size.
Zoro just stared at him blankly, "What kind of Devil's Fruit did you eat?"
"I assure this I have not any of your strange fruit, I still matain my ability to swim," said Makarov, "That was magic."
"Magic," repeated Zoro, "right…" Zoro reached up to the dark colored bandana that was still tied around his head and pull out a small piece of paper that was tucked into a fold inside. "Look, no offense old man, I would love to stick around and listen to more of your crazy stories but I have to go find my crew so la-" He failed to finish his sentence as he looked down at the small piece of paper. "What the? Why isn't this stupid card working?"
"What exactly is that card supposed to do," questioned Makarov.
"It's supposed to lead me to my crew. But this stupid thing isn't working."
"And he calls us crazy," Porlyusica muttered under her breath.
"As I said before you are no longer in your own world."
Zoro only continued to stare at the card that he gripped tightly in his hands slowly soaking in all the facts that had just been given to him.
"Say I believe you old man, how do I get back?"
"I'm afraid I don't know much about that, I'm sorry to say there may not be a way back for you."
"Can you at least tell me where I am?"
"You are in Guild Hall of the Mage Guild Fairy Tail in the city of Magnolia in the Kingdom of Fiore. I am the guild master."
Zoro looked back up to the old man, "Can you give me back my swords?"
"What is it you plan to do?"
"I'm going to travel for a while till I find a way to get back to my world."
"I'm sorry but I can't just let a child wander the world all by himself."
"I told you already old man," said Zoro his voice rising in anger, "I'm not a child."
"Even if you were an adult you are currently trapped in the body of an eight year old boy and are thus a child."
"Just give me my swords old man!"
"I'll give you your swords on one condition," said Makarov in an attempt to compromise.
"What is it?"
"I will give you back your swords if you become a member of Fairy Tail."
"One problem with your idea old man," said Zoro.
"And what is that?"
"I'm no mage. How can I possibly become a member of a mage's guild?"
"It may be a mage's guild but not everyone of our members has magical abilities."
"Fine but I'm going to make a change to the deal," said Zoro.
"And what change do you want to make?"
"We fight, If I win you give me my swords and let me go."
"And if I win?"
"I join your guild."
"Very well young man you have a deal," said Makarov, "but in this fight you will not be allowed to use your swords."
"Then give three training swords."
"Very well, I'm curious to see how you use three swords at the same time."
An hour later had Zoro and Makarov facing off in the middle of the guild hall. Makarov merely stood there and watched the green haired swordsman tie the black bandana back around his head and palced one of the three wooden swords between his teeth while he gripped the other two tightly in each hand.
Meanwhile Zoro was eyeing the guild master warily. His use of mantra had revealed more than he would have liked about the old man. He was powerful, extremely so.
'I need to try and get him in one move,' thought Zoro, 'but most of my techniques won't work anymore. This body is too weak and too slow to use them. If that's the case I'll just have to rely on my skill.
Squatting down slightly he crossed his blades in front of him. "Oni," said Zoro as he prepared to strike, "Giri." In a burst of speed that most guild members had trouble keeping up with he struck out at the older fighter only to have all three of the wooden blades caught in the old man's hand.
Zoro eyes widened in surprise as the old man merely smiled at him while he cocked his fist back and delivered a devastating blow to his chin that sent him flying. Zoro lost consciousness as his body impacted the wall with such force that he flew through it completely and into the next room.
"Macao," said Makarov, calling the younger man to him as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Yes master," said a relatively young man with purplish-blue hair.
"Will you do me a favor and look after the kid for a while?"
"Of course master," said Macao as he ran to collect the young child.
Seeing that Macao had the child taken care of Makarov retreated to his office. As soon as the door shut he pulled a throbbing red hand out of his pocket. Gripping it around the wrist with his other hand he let out a cry of pain, "YEEOOWW, Just how strong is that kid?"
Chapter End
A/N: So this takes place before most of the other members have joined. Also on a side note I had a very strange dream the other night… It was full of Gajeel and Levi hugging before somehow transitioning to Natsu and Gajeel fighting something. It was extremely odd.