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The sun rose and bright light streamed down from above. Seagulls croaked their annoying morning songs, believing that everyone wanted to hear them. Thankfully, I didn't wake to their songs, I woke as soon as the sunlight touched my eyelids.

Groaning like a monster, I rubbed my eyes. As my brain began to function, I realized that for the first time my head wasn't burning from lack of sleep. I felt like running around and jumping in joy.

This was what sleeping felt like! I stretched slowly, making the bones in my back pop and giving a tingling feeling to my sore abused muscles.

"Gnrg" Someone snorted next to my ear.

Startled, I screamed, "What the!" and shot myself sideways, slamming onto the ground.

Zoro snorted again and wrapped the blankets tightly around him.

Bewildered, I froze. What was I doing here? Why was I sleeping next to ZORO of all people! I slowly breathed in and out. Think! Think! What happened yesterday? Right, Zoro was somehow able to put me to sleep and he gave me his own blanket. Perfectly normal. I also went through some madness in the morning - meeting a god and being threatened by a cross dressing cook. Also perfectly normal.

NO THEY WERE NOT NORMAL. Breathe in and out Alice, you don't want to suffer a heart attack at the age of eight (with a mind of seventeen).

Zoro didn't wake up from my outburst, nor did Ussop or Luffy.

I rocked back and forth like a crazy person.

Yesterday's events were somewhat understandable, even if they were mind blowingly crazy. But why did Zoro give me a blanket? Why did he bring me here?

Rock back and forth, back and forth.

Did he give me a blanket as an act of kindness? - No! He couldn't have, people hated me, HATED ME! Perhaps for a favor? - Yes. Yes, this was much more understandable. Though... he didn't seem smart enough to use this tactic, it was more of Nami's thing. Well, whatever his reasons were, I didn't owe him anything and he would have to suck it. There wasn't a contract, was there?

Assured that the way people treated me was the same as before, I stopped rocking and stood up. Though strangely, I felt a pang in my gut. It felt fairly familiar but... I ignored it. There were more important things to do, like revenge!

Smirking, I walked towards Luffy.

Yesterday, that bastard crook Patty didn't offer me a place to sleep, giving Zoro the opportunity to look at my pathetic form. I was going to make his life a living hell before I left this place and Luffy was the best tool to use. He was indestructible, stupid, annoying, and was the devil himself in the kitchen (and not in a good way). Chuckling evilly, I poked Luffy.

He mumbled, "meat..." and rolled over to his other side.

I poked him again, harder this time and my finger squished its way to the middle of Luffy's arm.

I gasped.

Fascinated, I pinched a bit of Luffy's arm and pulled. It stretched like hard rubber. I pulled and pulled until I was standing up and let go. The skin snapped back to its original place with a twang. A giggle escaped from my mouth.

Quickly, I covered my mouth with my hands. I didn't want to wake anyone up but Luffy.

Ussop gave a huge snore. Zoro's head thumped down onto the deck as his upright body lost balance and decided to rest on the ground.

Well, they were pretty sound sleepers. Grinning, I grabbed Luffy's head and pulled it, walking three meters from where he slept. His neck stretched and he resembled a human giraffe. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh, silently at first but in full bellow seconds later.

Ussop jerked awake. "W-what's going on?" he shouted, flailing in his blankets. Then, he spotted Luffy's body.

He screamed like a little girl. "L-luffy! Where is your head? A-are you a ghost?"

I laughed even harder.

Zoro woke up, clutching swords like a teddy bear. "Mph, wha?"

"Aha, HA!" I couldn't breathe! My diaphragm was spazing out on me. My hands loosened its grip on Luffy's head and it snapped back with a twang!

"Ahhhhhh!" Ussop yelled.

Zoro stared in confusion at Luffy's body.

"AHAHAHAH" I laughed. "Oh my god, your face!"

Ussop dazed but seeming to understand what had happened, scowled. He groaned and mumbled, "It's too early for this." He wrapped his blanket around himself and fell back asleep.

Zoro dazedly looked at Luffy and went back to sleep as well.

Luffy didn't wake up at all.

Finally in control of my laughter but clutching my side in pain, I stood next to Luffy's drooling form, trying to think of a way to wake Luffy up.

"Meat..." Luffy muttered.

That's it!

"Meat!" I shouted.

Luffy shot up. "Meat, meat, meat, meat?" He grinned.

"Heh, no! Work time. " I smirked.

Luffy frowned. "I want Meat!"

I rolled my eyes. "Ask Patty."

"Patty!" Luffy shouted and sprinted towards the restaurant. He didn't stop to open the first floor. Instead his hands elongated and reached for the third floor. Using his body, he catapulted himself onto the top deck. He opened a door and peered inside.

"Patty?" He shouted.

A hoarse voice said, "What's going on?"

Luffy jumped inside the room.

"What the?" a man shouted, "Get out! What are you? Hey that's mine, don't touch that!"

Bang!

Another man shouted, "Why is the dumbass in my room?"

Bang!

"Hey, someone catch the idiot, he stole my breakfast!" a third voice added.

I snickered. I didn't need pranking tools to get back at them, I only needed Luffy and a brain. I laughed the hardest when I heard Patty bellowing, "GET OUT! THERE'S NO MEAT IN MY ROOM! SO STOP TRYING TO EAT MY LEG!"

Patting myself on the back for the great revenge, I walked in a more sedate pace after Luffy.

In the next two days, I continued to help out in the kitchen. My cleaning and cooking skills increased marginally and I learned that Luffy was incompetent at everything but eating and fighting, literally. It was as if he was chronically clumsy, which I knew he wasn't. Weird. I suspected that he was pretending but for what reason I couldn't tell.

I also tried to activate my powers that I didn't know about. I tried focusing on every section of my body, tried stabbing myself with a fork (was I going mad?), and imagined objects in my brain - hoping there would be some sign that there was a power hidden inside me. Nothing happened except for the occasional yells to get back to work.

I hated my life sometimes.

When night came, I slept next to Zoro like a complete creeper. He had no idea that I slept next to him for he was usually asleep. It made me feel more than a bit like a stalker but I didn't stop. It was too refreshing to sleep every single day than not. I was addicted.

Get off before I spray you with bleach! A sticky pink substance that looked suspiciously like bubble gum stuck to the bottom of a table. I was in the process of removing it. It didn't want to move. Slowly, I took out a metal scraper.

You're done now! I cackled madly inside.

Slam! The restaurant door opened.

Startled, I put a bit too much force into the metal scraper. The metal slid into the wood as well and chipped a small chunk of the table. I froze. Shit. Slowly, as to not catch any attention, I moved away from the table.

I wasn't going to accumulate any more debt. This was just... someone else's mistake.

"Is he Don Krieg?" A customer with beady eyes sitting in the table next to the one I was cleaning whispered to his date.

My head snapped up. Sure enough, there was a man with a hallowed face that resembled an ape. He had a massive body trussed up in magnificent furs that made his gaunt face look even more like a skeleton. His lips were wrinkled from dehydration and specks of blood patterned his shirt. Supporting the almost dead Captain was a shorter, thinner, but healthier looking man, lieutenant Gin.

"Sorry for intruding... But c-could I have some water and f-food?" Don said a gravely voice, "If its money you want, I've got plenty." Then the massive man slumped over, not able to hold up his own body. Gin staggered slightly but he continued to hold up the Captain.

"Wha- What the heck?" Patty whispered behind me, "That weak, worn-out guy is Krieg?"

"Don Krieg!" Gin cried, desperation turning his face as white as a sheet. "H-he'll die at this rate! Please save my captain! I'm begging you! Please give him some food and water!"

Patty, the great jerk he was, laughed, "Aahahahah! Perfect, just perfect! So this is what the infamous outlaw Don Krieg looks like? This is the perfect chance for the government to arrest him! Don't let him have a single morsel of food!"

He pointed at one of the servers. "Hey! Contact the Marines immediately!"

Frantically, Gin shouted, "We have money this time! We're paying customers!"

None of the customers nor cooks bothered to help them. They whispered, "Good riddance! Serves him right."

The lieutenant had tears forming in his eyes.

"I won't do anything. If you give me food, I promise I'll quietly withdraw from here! So please - please help me!" Don grovelled. "I'm begging you! I don't mind if it's leftovers or whatever! Please, just give me anything!"

At this point, I was surprised that nobody helped him. Don was a sniveling pathetic mess and he looked - regardless his gigantic body - like a kicked puppy. His acting skills were remarkable. But I knew about this man's duplicity. Grinding my teeth, I flung the apron off me and ran to the kitchen, wishing I could stick a knife up Don's ass for his lies.

I reached the green door labeled, "Hell's Kitchen." Gently, I worked the door open. The thing creaked, but not loud enough to attract any attention in the chaos that was happening in the restaurant. I slipped in.

The kitchen was empty. All the cooks, including that short guy with glasses who always fought yet had a strange chemistry with Patty (I shipped them so hard together) had left to be entertained with the commotion outside. I could see that they were in a pretty big hurry because one of them had even left the fire on. Grumbling to myself, I turned the fire off.

Idiots.

In the back of the kitchen was a row of sharp and sparkly knives. I moved to the back and studied them. The shine was almost hypnotic. But out of all of them, the curved knife was particularly fascinating. I wondered: why would anyone use this to cook? It looked like it would sooner take off the owner's head than cut a piece of meat.

I ran my fingers over the smaller knives about the size of my arm.

I thought over my predicament. There were two options for me right now. 1. I could stay here and over look the battle while cowardly hiding behind Zeff or 2. I could follow Nami to her home town.

The first option meant that I may or may not be killed by rogue pirates who came on board the Barattie. It also meant that I had to see corpses and blood. The second option was even more dangerous. I would have to avoid pirate fishmen who were ten times stronger than average pirates. But I wouldn't have to see killing and fighting.

I sighed, picking up a knife that was the size of my hand and another knife the size of my head and wrapping it in a dish cloth. Fighting and being in danger was fine... but seeing corpses and blood? I wasn't prepared for that, even if seeing them were inevitable. I wanted to put it off as long as I could. It hit too close to what happened back on Earth. Nami was the better choice.

Decision made, I grabbed the small knives and put them in a small makeshift sling I made from a table cloth. Silently, I sneaked through the back door.

By this point, I hope all of you have watched the most of the anime or read the manga because we will be skipping around and you may or may not get what I'm talking about. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great week! Please comment, follow, or favorite on your way out.