Seventh Bite ~ Monkey D. Luffy

"Luffy, this is the eleventh time you've eaten today. We're still going to eat in Usopp's house." I didn't get what Nami was saying. This wasn't the eleventh time I've eaten—it was the thirteenth.

"Really? I'm still hungry!" I smiled happily while walking with her and Usopp. They were dragging me the entire time, but hearing about the food brought me back to my own two feet.

Nami turned to Usopp. "How is this guy so smart in class again?"

"I don't know, but Luffy's officially in Buggy's shit list. You know what that means." Usopp shrugged. Does that mean free food? "This is why I always decide to play dumb in class," he added proudly. So, that meant that Usopp didn't want the free food?

Nami snorted. "As if." Usopp groaned while he led the way towards his house.

It was a late and rainy afternoon, dismissal time. I didn't remember much of what happened. The only thing I could remember was falling asleep on my desk and dreaming of eating a nice snack by the sea port in East Blue. It felt really nice until I felt a hook cling to me—a lot of hooks, actually. It was a good thing that my stomach woke me up. That was when I knew that was I was being kidnapped.

I think that's why it's called kidnapping—because, along the way, I was a kid, napping, while they dragged me towards some place that wasn't my apartment. Good thing they brought my umbrella and my other stuff. Nami, though, reminded me of Usopp's house and the snacks they promised me, so being kidnapped was pretty okay now.

"So, Luffy, did you already ask Shanks Ojii-san if you could hang out in my place?" Usopp asked. I munched on my last Pocky stick before nodding.

"Yeah! Shanks said yes!" Actually, he drove me home last night, rushing for some work stuff that he said wasn't important to me. He quickly nodded yes when I asked him—and I only remembered asking because Usopp wrote "Ask Shanks for permission" on my palm yesterday, right after school. After giving me permission, Shanks drove away so quickly that watching him suddenly placed me in the mood to play Grand Theft Auto for a few hours.

"Okaa-san! I'm home!" Usopp yelled from his front porch. Nami and I followed him, tucking away our umbrellas by the stand that stood beside the front door. He opened the door for us, and so I got to peek at the inside of Usopp's house. At first, I thought it would look Japanese with those cool sliding doors and futon mattresses, because Usopp was completely Japanese. It turned out to be even cooler.

It was as if Usopp lived in a museum of guns because everywhere I turned, I saw shiny gold medals, trophies and plaques from different shoot out matches. There were all sorts of guns inside glass cases for display, and there were pictures of different models that hung side-by-side. Snapshots of Usopp, his parents, and even awesome, secret agent look-a-likes were on the exhibit, too.

I decided to check the guns. "Usopp! Can I touch this? Hey, Usopp! Do you have a laser gun?" I sprang around, studying the different types and pairs. There were small ones, long ones, ones that were broken apart, shiny ones, dusty ones, and there was a really big gun that was labeled B.F.G—which was read as "Big Fucking Gun" upon closer inspection. I reached out to open the glass lid and then lifted it slightly.

"Luffy! Don't touch that! Dad won't like it!" Usopp frantically jumped to my side to shut the lid closed before I could even touch it.

"But, Usopp! I want to play with the 'Big Fucking Gun!'"

"Quiet! My mom might hear you!" Usopp's hand was on my mouth again. Why does Usopp like holding my mouth a lot? Is it because he wanted to tell me what he had for lunch? I sniffed this. He had a hamburger—medium rare—with some lettuce, cheese and bacon.

"Usopp-kun! Nami-chan! Welcome back home! Is Luffy-kun here, too?" A short, nice looking Japanese mom—with that same long nose that Usopp has—entered the gun museum now. She wore a kind smile and approached the three of us. She pecked her lips on Usopp's and Nami's faces before turning to me.

"So, you're Luffy-kun? Shanks keeps talking about you. I'm glad that we've finally met," she spoke in Japanese while tiptoeing to kiss my cheek, and I blinked at this. Did Shanks tell her about the time with the wet paint? I swore it looked dry when I got there—and it wasn't my fault.

"I didn't do it," I whined. Usopp and Nami blinked at this, and Mrs. Usopp's mom just chuckled.

"The indoor pool's ready for the three of you. Luffy-kun, I heard you can't swim, so I had Usopp-kun's old lifesaver set aside—just for you. Nami-chan, there's also our new Jacuzzi that you can try." Nami looked like she was floating. I stared at this. What's a jacky-cussy?

I turned to Mrs. Usopp's mom, and she smiled while proceeding to the kitchen. "Snacks will be ready soon! In the meantime, enjoy your swim!" I loved this place already!

The three of us changed—one by one. It felt weird wearing swimming trunks, though. It wasn't just because I never wore this type of outfit before, but it smelled like a department store. I wonder where Shanks got this—unless it was from grandpa, and so that would explain why it's so huge.

Anyway, I skipped towards the pool area which actually reminded me of the hot springs over there in mainland Japan—except that it wasn't steaming. Usopp's house was very complicated. I wondered it if was also built with a food court. That would be the best!

"Luffy, the lifesaver's there!" Usopp pointed at one corner while resting on his inflatable pool bed. I blinked, spotting a polka-dotted inflatable ring with a sheep's head poking out as the front design. Boo, I was hoping for Lifesavers candy.

I grabbed this and stared. I swore the sheep was smiling back at me. Since it did, I made sure to place all my trust in it. With that done, I decided to toss the lifesaver—which I couldn't eat—on the pool. It was floating across the water, so I decided to jump in already.

This feeling—it was so new. It was like falling from the sky—except slower. My body was sinking, going deeper and deeper—until, suddenly, that refreshing moment was gone.

Water was gushing inside my throat. I thrashed against the water, unable to even breathe. My arms, swinging up and down, felt heavier for some reason. Oh, crap, I didn't like this anymore. Why wasn't the sheep saving me? Was the sheep mocking me?

Suddenly, I saw a hand reaching out to me. I grabbed this, and when I did, I also spotted a long nose. So, Usopp's a lifesaver since he just saved me? Does this mean that the sheep is actually Usopp?

I hope he tastes good. I like lamb chops.

He pulled me out of the water, and I immediately began drawing out as much air as I could while hanging onto the pool edge. Usopp, Nami—who was over there in the jacky-cussy—and the sheep were just eyeing me strangely.

So, the sheep was mocking me! Fuck you, sheep!

"Luffy, do you even know how to use a lifesaver?" Nami queried.

I blinked with my mouth hanging open. "It saves my life," I finally answered with a smile.

Usopp sighed heavily before grabbing the sheep. He squeezed my body through the hole and then pushed me away. I was surprised when I was magically floating around with the sheep. So, where's the part when the sheep's supposed to save me?

"Thanks, Usopp!" I waved before allowing the sheep to let me drift around while kicking against the water.

"Too bad the break's over," Nami brought up, "It was just too fast."

"I know. I had a number of things I haven't done yet—like increasing my guild ranking in Sogeking." Usopp's attention shifted towards me. "Hey, Luffy, what did you do for the spring break?" he asked.

I leaned forward, letting the sheep guide me through the pool while looking at them. "I had to help Shanks with moving out, and then I had to go to all of Grandpa's funerals and wakes," I answered. They acted the same as yesterday—jumping to a different topic. They're really weird that way, but they were still funny.

"So, Luffy, do you miss your old school?" Nami asked.

"Me?" I thought of this before smiling. "I just miss my friends—Kidd, Bonney, Drake, Hawkins, Apoo, Urogue and Killer—" I was just counting my fingers while listing the names of all my close friends until Usopp had to butt in.

"Wait. You have a friend named Killer? I-Is he a—killer—or something?" He shot nervously.

"Oh, we don't know his real name. We just call him 'Killer' because he kills boredom. Like, when we hang out with him, he knows how to kill our time. So, that's why my best friend, Kidd, and I call him 'Killer'." I grinned, remembering the day we named him. Somehow, it felt like it happened just yesterday. I looked at Usopp. He didn't speak—just like Killer!

Still, I could recall all those moments I had with them. I missed fighting and sparring with Kidd, Drake, and everyone else in school. I missed my food eating competitions with Bonney and even our eat 'n run moments from the fancy buffets. I missed killing time with Killer—even if he was always quiet. I missed it when Hawkins would tell me my fortune, although at times, he couldn't predict if my favorite food was served for lunch in the school cafeteria. I also missed jamming with Apoo in his concerts that were outside school grounds—even though there were times when he'd wrestle me for his guitar whenever I was having fun with strumming it. I even missed Urogue and his bear hugs that would later on send all of us to a massage chair. Those were some of the good times we all shared—especially fighting. I really did miss them, though. It's a good thing that there's the Internet.

"So, how do you kill time? Just beating people up and eating?" Nami adjusted her position in the jacky-cussy.

"Oh! I play Sogeking!" I beamed at them both. Usopp's eyes were twinkling like stars.

"You play? Quick, Luffy! What's your username? You can join my guild!" Usopp was jumping on his pool bed. Nami threw her slipper at Usopp's face, and then he fell on the water. I looked at the sheep. Yup, still mocking people.

"Usopp! Stop geeking around! We invited Luffy here for reasons more important than Sokeging!" Nami rose from the jacky-cussy and headed towards the pool area.

Usopp shot towards the surface. "It's Sogeking!"

"Whatever!" Nami grumbled. Usopp simply muttered while getting out of the pool. He left the hot springs, to come back shortly with two big books at hand.

"What's that?" I tilted my head. I could tell it wasn't food.

"Yearbooks." Usopp grinned. "I usually steal one each year for new information." He urged me closer, and—with the sheep—I paddled to the edge where Nami and Usopp were.

Nami shook her head, uncertain. "Luffy, I don't get you. You're awesome in class, but outside it, you're so—" She didn't finish, only heaving another sigh. I titled my head. I didn't get her.

Usopp began flipping through a few pages, eventually landing on one page. It had a single head portrait on the left and text on the right. The portrait just displayed some boy with short, black hair that only reached until his neck. Freckles dotted the cheeks of his grinning face. He also wore a uniform blouse that was different from ours—long black sleeves with a high collar. He had his zipper slightly lowered, exposing an inner shirt beneath.

"Portgas D. Ace—Academic achievements in English, math, science, history, Japanese, Physical Education and Extra-curricular Activities." A list followed, telling me all of his awards and other stuff that he earned which sounded important. On the right page was his profile, followed by a dedication that he wrote. I ended up just looking at his name again. I swore this guy's name was like a magic word—everyone had to say it.

"See this guy? Yeah, this is the guy you rode with yesterday." Usopp jabbed his finger at Ace's picture, zooming it closer to my face.

I shook my head. "He's wearing a different uniform."

"That was his middle school uniform, Luffy—just before he graduated," Nami explained. Oh, no wonder I didn't recognize him!

"Yeah, this is Ace. You don't want to mess with him in any way possible. This guy is a god in the Junior realm."

"How come?" I tilted my head. I didn't see any church or temple in school that was dedicated to him. I only remembered the cafeteria.

"Well, for one, Luffy, do you see all those awards? He's freaking brilliant—a tensai." A genius? I studied him closer. How come he didn't wear glasses, then? Geniuses were supposed to wear those, along with lab coats, because they were going to do some smart stuff.

"He's also very popular. The entire school worships him. I guess that's because he's good and active at anything and everything he does," Nami added while reading Ace's dedication.

"In other words, he's Mr. Perfect," Usopp said. I stared at Ace's picture more. Was he perfect in cooking?

"How come he's Mr. Perfect?" I asked.

"Who knows? But, I know his dad likes to keep him busy with a lot of things. I guess he wanted to give him some prep time for the business life since Ace's gonna own Whitebeard Corporations." Usopp leafed through the pages while answering.

"Ace is gonna own a business?" I felt my mouth drop slightly.

"Luffy, I can't believe you don't watch the news," Nami muttered. I watched food programs. Did that help?

"Okay, Luffy. Ace has a dad who adopted him years ago. His dad, Edward Newgate, technically owns the world through his oversized company. You know that the U.S., at the moment, is undergoing a recession, and a lot of guys are getting laid off? Well, Ace's old man is still in power over here in Asia, and he's even increasing the number of unemployed people in the other companies. So, to put it simply, Luffy—Mess with Ace, you mess with his dad, and with that, your life is screwed." I raised my head in thought after Usopp explained all of this.

I imagined myself being twisted down against the floor with a giant screwdriver used by Ace. He was laughing insanely while standing on mountains of money and wearing shades, watches and other stuff that only rich guys could wear. I stared while thinking of this, and it made me realize that I didn't like Ace at all.

"So, that means I shouldn't kick his ass?" They both looked at each other, then at me, and nodded. Nami, however, blinked right after.

"Hey, Luffy. I just thought about it but—isn't your middle name "D"? Are you related to Ace or anything?" She looked at me curiously.

I shook my head. "I never met him," I said. Well, actually—I did. That was just yesterday when I rode in his car—well, according to Usopp and Nami. This meant that I did meet him, and that I didn't really answer the question. I'm guessing that "We're not related" is the right answer, right?

"Next, there's Blackleg Sanji—one of Ace's best friends slash bodyguards." Usopp revealed a blonde guy whose curled eyebrow resembled a whirlpool. I wonder why he looked so familiar. Oh well, I guess it wasn't that important.

"Blackleg Sanji—he's currently the captain of the soccer team and the head of the Culinary Club," he continued. Did Usopp just say "Culinary Club"?

"He's also good at a lot of martial arts—notably his kicks. They say he even created his own style of fighting, with just using his legs." Nami directed me to Sanji's profile and dedication. She also showed off his list of awards that involved soccer, cooking and martial arts. "Just this year, he's made the assistant head chef of the Baratie—and that restaurant received a five star rating." Somehow, that name sounded familiar, too.

"Nami only knows this because she belongs with Ace's and Sanji's fan girls." Usopp teased with a smirk.

"No! It's just that they don't stop talking about them!" She instantly denied before turning a few pages, leading me to the latter half of the yearbook.

This time, I saw the green haired guy from yesterday. His hair was slightly shorter back then, reminding me of a completely mowed lawn. Still, he looked pissed off, and he still wore those cool earrings.

"This is the guy you were laughing at yesterday. Don't ever do that again—especially if you know what's good for you," Usopp gravely warned me. I titled my head at this. He looked funny yesterday, so why couldn't I laugh?

"Roronoa Zoro—the number one kendo player in Mugiwara High. He's taking the captain role this year. There are already a few sports companies, nutrition food establishments, and national teams that are willing to sponsor and accept Zoro in. The school's even receiving credit for his wins." Nami pointed at the right page. There were a lot of titles, certificates and trophies were labeled in gold and barely any in silver.

"He used to be a thug in middle school, and he'd beat the crap out of anyone." Usopp slipped out a photo from one bookmarked page in the book. It was a younger Zoro in the picture, delivering an uppercut below a man's jaw while standing alone and holding a crowbar. A group was surrounding him—and all of them looked older and stronger—but Zoro looked so bored. That looked too awesome!

"He stopped after the fifth grade. No one knows why. I heard it was because Sanji managed to land him in the hospital, and so Zoro decided that it was time to humble down. Sanji is the only one who can really stand up to Zoro in a fight," Usopp said while tucking away the photo.

"Really?" Nami pondered on this. "That's kind of different from what I heard. They say it's because Zoro and Sanji became a couple, and that Sanji just convinced Zoro to stop—though, I don't think that's true. They always argue with each other." Sanji and Zoro are a couple? Did that mean they were partners that did fun stuff together?

My eyes gleamed with excitement. I wanted to join them. We could even be called "The Three Monsters" because it sounded catchy to me.

"Hello? Earth to Luffy? Luffy!" Nami shook me away from my daydream. "You always space out, don't you?" Then, she turned thoughtful. "Speaking of which, I wonder why Robin's not yet back from Spain."

"Who's Robin?" I asked them. Usopp went back a few pages, towards the "N" section where a girl was displayed this time.

She was dark but not completely dark. She had this certain smile, but I couldn't tell what exactly it was she felt. Her face was clear, with deep blue eyes and a long nose that was still normal—unlike Usopp's. Black hair fell from her shoulders which were clothed by a different type of school girl uniform—the sailor type of school blouse that was black, and a blue sash was knotted in the middle.

"Nico Robin," It stated below her picture. She had the same number of academic honors that Ace had and a few more honorable mentions.

"That's Nico Robin, our school's valedictorian, along with Ace. They say that she and Ace are equal in level. A lot of people find her weird, though—except for Ace and his bodyguards. She's in their group, too," Nami said while studying her picture as well. She looked like she was thinking pretty hard.

"She's also Nami's rival." Usopp sneered. "All the teachers don't shut up about her when Nami's smarts remind them of Robin's. Also, it's because Robin's the closest to Ace among the girls." He sighed after saying this. "I'm guessing that Ace already has a prom date."

"Oh, shut up, Usopp." Nami glared. I chuckled anyway. They were being funny again.

Usopp eventually showed me the other yearbook—the one that had the current seniors—and then showed me people they wanted me to remember.

A middle school Smokey, who wasn't so huge before, was there. He's the son of the chief of police in Grand Line City and was this year's head disciplinarian. Usopp said that he even assists at the office of the police department, since he was already eighteen—a working age.

Next, they showed me the student council president for this year—some guy named Donquioxte Doflamingo. He was Mexican, and his family was very rich and powerful—but not as much as Ace's, according to Usopp. He looks really funny, though, because he seriously looked like a flamingo when I saw a picture of him, partying with others and wearing a coat made of flamingo feathers. Still, Doflamingo had a large set of friends who supported him. This meant "worship or grovel", as Nami placed it.

Then, they showed me some cool looking seniors. First, there was a guy named Rob Lucci, then his friends, Kaku, Jyabura, Kalifa, Blueno, Kumadori and Fukuro. They were the clique that could massacre anyone who disses them. For example—Nami told me of this one guy, Nero, who wanted to be a part of their group. They were considering it, until Nero ended up almost grilling Lucci's pet pigeon, Hatori, for cooking class when he ran out of duck.

"What was scary—" Usopp said, "—was that Nero suddenly disappeared after that. No one's heard from him again." Just when he finished, we heard a bell sound from the door.

"Snacks are ready!" Mrs. Usopp's mom announced.

I immediately paddled towards the edge of the pool. "Snacks? I'm starving!" I grinned while climbing out. I could hear Usopp and Nami splashing their way to the edge.

After we dried ourselves and wore our extra shirts, Usopp led us to the kitchen. He brought us further into his house—leaving his hot springs and passing through his museum, before entering his kitchen which looked like one of those bars that Shanks would go to every single night.

The kitchen was on one side of the room, behind a long counter that had stools at its front. There were bottles and glasses on the shelves, and I could see some groceries and dishes inside a few opened cabinets. There was even a digital alarm clock standing in one shelf, on top of a mini-library of cookbooks. A large two-door fridge with an automated ice dispenser was there. The stove, the kitchen sink, the oven and the smell of sweet pastries were present, too.

Beside the kitchen counter, in the center of a room, was the dining table which looked like a Billiards table because of the green table cloth spread over brown wood. There was even a sliding door that led to the back garden, and from the kitchen counter, you'd be able to watch TV.

Mrs. Usopp's mom was behind the counter, setting the pastries on the table and pulling out plates for the three of us.

"Banchina-san is a real baker. She can make the best home made pastries I know." Nami smiled while picking on a sticky red bean bun. Oh, so that was her name!

I could pick up the smell of melted beans and sugar that filled the entire room. Without wasting my time, I served myself with numerous red bean pastries, some cream filled pancakes, the sweet buns and even slightly powdered balls of chocolate daifuku. Nami and Usopp saw this, and I swore they were filling their plates, too. Was this a food challenge?

While we engaged in the pastry race, the TV sounded from the side. I noticed the volume rising, so I looked at Mrs. Usopp's mom who was watching. She looked worried for some reason.

"The terror attack situated in the Impel Down district last night continues to shake all of Grand Line City and the rest of Japan. As of now, we have no leads yet from police officials regarding the masterminds behind the bomb explosions and what the intent was. Here is Shakuyaku-san for a full, detailed report on the situation." The camera switched to the news lady who was in some other area I wasn't too familiar with. She carried her microphone and wore a head set as she began to speak.

"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Grand Line," she spoke clearly in Japanese and continued, "We are currently here in the Impel Down district, witnessing the aftermath of a set of explosions that occurred at around 8:45 p.m., last night. The target or aim is unknown, similar to the other recent terrorist attack that happened just earlier this year on the private government research facility, Marineford.

"This time, a number of buildings had collapsed, including the extension branch of the government's judiciary department, Enies Lobby. According to hospital officials, there are at least 14 civilians confirmed dead and 35 injured. Among the injured, at least 5 are Americans, 3 Chinese, 7 Europeans, 4 Arabs, and the rest are Japanese civilians living around the district, including Enies Lobby officials and the criminal investigators that roamed the area, prior to the bomb explosion. Once again, similar to previous one, this attack led us to believe that the terrorists were aiming for government sectors and offices. Experts, however, denied this, saying that the core was not planted in the judiciary hall, and it was just merely caught in the explosion range.

"Again, it happened at around 8:45 p.m., while criminal investigators were trying to uncover an unidentified male body discovered by a civilian—just minutes before the explosion. Impel Down, an area of Grand Line City that is noted for various criminal activities, has seemingly turned into a public war zone when more unidentified bodies—all shot—were soon found after the attack. Clearly, there has been some sort of gang war that was engaged before the explosion—resembling that incident of thirteen years ago when now deceased mafia lord and ex-government head, Don Krieg, involved all of Grand Line City in a traumatic state of peril.

"Police officials and other experts are still on the search and have yet to confirm the identities of the deceased gang members, as well as to discover the criminals responsible for the attack. They recommend that civilians are to remain calm and to stay at their respective homes, until the terrorists are caught and the alleged gang wars have ceased. Reports on suspicious activity is much appreciated and obliged. Shakuyaku-san, Grand Line News." There were images and videos of people crowding, police officers blocking the scene, hospital ambulance staffs carrying injured people in stretchers and broken building bits on the roads. I looked around. So, where was Smokey, in all of this?

"Is Otou-san coming home for dinner tonight?" Usopp looked at Banchina-san. She sighed at this while washing the dishes. I turned to Nami.

"Usopp's dad, Yasopp-san, is a crime investigator and an FBI agent. He's also the force's top marksman—if you noticed all the guns and medals." Nami chewed on her sweet bun slowly. The phone rang, and Mrs. Usopp's mom removed her rubber gloves before answering. I continued to watch TV, hoping that she, like any other mom, would switch to the Food Network. Iron Chef America was way better than this.

After taking a shower, I switched on the lights of my bedroom. Then, while munching on my bag of cheese curls, I plopped on my chair before switching my laptop on.

It was already night, and before I came home, Shanks came to pick me up from Usopp's house while Mrs. Nami's mom—whose name I didn't catch—came to get Nami. We had dinner out again—and he already seemed drunk while we ate.

"Oi—Luffeh, no goin' out and stuff, ya hear? Something about—geh. No goin' out, 'kay? Night, Luffeh!" I remembered Shanks mumbling that before driving off and leaving me at the condominium front. So, did that mean no school for me tomorrow? I decided to call Uncle Ben later.

"You have 1 new mail." The Yahoo! Messenger memo popped up. I clicked in the mail icon while adding Usopp and Nami under my contacts. I also had Usopp's username in Sogeking. I just told myself to add him later while viewing my e-mail. It was from Kidd.

"Hey Luffy," Kidd wrote. I smiled and continued reading his very long message. "Hope you're doing fine in the big city. All the guys miss you ever since you left—kind of shitty, really. School started for us, too. My seatmate isn't you anymore—some new guy who looks kinda like you (but with a small beard in his chin) took over. The name's Trafalgar Law—the only child of two genius doctors. Whatever. It's not the same without you. Anyway, I'm going to go and relay everyone's messages to you, including mine."

Kidd's bored in school now since there's no one strong enough for him—other than Drake, but even he was bored. Bonney found a new restaurant that she wanted to eat in. She wished I was there with her, so then we could munch on the Angus Beef burgers. Killer was too quiet now. Urogue's crying "man tears" as Kidd liked to put it. Apoo made his own school band now, and he promised an entire album, dedicated to me. He also wanted to play that album at this year's spirit week. Hawkins was still practicing his tarot card readings, and he told Kidd to tell me my destiny. He said something about me going to meet my most important person.

"And, when you do—" Kidd wrote, "—you will be doomed to live a life cursed by the Devil himself. Never again will you see the blue skies or the beautiful sun." He always said that, though. It never happened yet, but I just hoped that this important person of mine had some good food.

"schools ok! I miss u guyz! c u soon! ps does hawkins know if this guy has some food? :O" I clicked send after that. Kidd only asked how I was, so I guessed that I didn't need to keep it that long.

"xxwhite_firexx signed in." a Yahoo reminder rose up. I blinked. Grinning, I sent him a buzz and I typed down furiously right after.

R.P. King: where were u?111!111? u weren't on last nite!

I waited for a moment, and then he replied.

xxwhite_firexx: Sorry! I was busy last night, so I didn't have the time to go online. Anyway, how were your first days of school, R.P. King?

I smiled at this, beginning to type down all that happened.

~ *~ Omake ~*~

-phone rings-

Banchina: Hello?

Shanks: Uh… Yeah? Who is this again…? Oh, yeah, Mrs. Longnose!

Banchina: -shrugs- Shanks. It's you. What do you want?

Shanks: Listen. Is Luffy there? I'm in the middle of my fifth drink, but some party pooper here says I have to go get him.

Beckman: -from the background- Be more responsible!

Shanks: Quiet, you!

Banchina: Yes, yes. He's here.

Shanks: Great! I'll go pick him up, then!

Banchina: … -sweat drops- Should you even be driving?

Shanks: Nope. I'm only drunk after my fifth drink… which is now. Dahahaha!

Beckman: -from the background- Give me the phone!

Shanks: No!

-struggling sounds and grunts- . . .

Shanks: THAT WAS MY FOOT, IDIOT!

Beckman: Hi, Banchina. Shanks is on his way. He'll be right over.

Banchina: Thank you, Beckman-san.

Yasopp: -from the background- Love you, honey!

-phone clicks-