I do not own anything within this fanfiction and any names used are purely coincidental with those of the One Piece anime. All rights go to the creators and editors of the One Piece universe and to its writer Eiichiro Oda.
"She was being stubborn." Was all he said. He saw no need to respond anymore than he had to.
"That's no reason to cut up my friend, you idiot!" She said, punching him square in the jaw before he had time to react. She stormed back into the other room, shoving her clothes back on swiftly and angrily before Shachi and Penguin got the chance to have a pervy nosebleed or before Law could stop her from staying in the infirmary whilst her bruises healed up. Storming out, she came to face with the pervert twins, both of them looking at her wierdly.
"Well..." Penguin started.
"...look who's home late. You look like you could use..." Shachi continued.
"...a pick me up." Penguin finished.
Both of them picked her up quickly, running her in the direction of the kitchen.
"Guys, seriously, I'm fine. I'm..." She stopped and sighed.
I should know better with these two. Once they make up their mind, it's not easy to stop them.
The two realised her discomfort as they threw her onto a chair in the food hall.
"Irwin, cook us up a feast. We got a hungry lady in here in need of...ummmm..." Penguin stopped, unsure of what to ask for since Rachael had always seemed to ask for what she felt like before she had left.
"...some good food and fun times? Just bring lots of spaghetti, egg fried rice..." Shachi finished his partners sentence.
"...and chocolate brownies! And don't even think about skipping out on the cream." Penguin finished.
The more I am with these two, the more they remind me of Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee. That or Plusle and Minun from Pokemon. Either way, they're just about as daft as I was when I was a kid. Maybe I am losing my touch...
"One feast for a hungry lady coming right up..." Irwin's voice called from the kitchen as he started pulling out all sorts of meats, vegetables and other assortments of ingredients.
At that moment, there was an eruption of crew mates through the door to the food hall. They rushed Rachael, lifting her into the air as the welcomed her home. Everything was alright until she couldn't take the violent action of being thrown up in the air anymore. She winced in pain as some of the crew touched her tender bruises, making them stop as she held the area most in pain.
"Hi to you too guys." She said weakly as they put her down, sitting down at the table again as she let her head flop onto its hard surface.
"Hey, you ok? You don't look so good sis." Penguin asked, putting a hand on her head.
"Hot chocolate." She said, staring off in the directions of Law's room and the infirmary like she could see through the separating walls.
"Huh?" The majority of the crew asked in confusion.
"I want...hot chocolate. And not the powder stuff." She said, leaning her head into the crevice of her arm as she closed her eyes.
"What kind of hot chocolate are you talking about then? Is there another way to make it?" Shachi asked, scratching his head curiously.
"Yea. The Spanish way. Literally, just melt chocolate to the point before it becomes bitter, add a little cream or milk to cool it, put it in a cup and drink until you're sick." She replied, yawning as she finished.
"That actually sounds good. Hey Irwin! Get some sicky chocolate in here!"
"Spanish?" Irwin asked, now confused since he'd never heard of Spanish hot chocolate before, let alone Spain.
(meanwhile in Sabaody Park)
Rebecca stared at the ticket prizes. The biggest ones that she was interested in that covered the high wall were all stuffed sea creatures. There was an octopus, a squid, some small fish as well as a few others that she had never seen before. But there was one over all the others that caught her attention and held her gaze for over ten minutes. Atop the mountain of prizes, sat a whale. The more she looked at it, the more it reminded her of Laboon.
Then she had an idea.
I know just the person who would love that as a gift.
"If you want that whale plush, I'm afraid there is only one." The woman behind the desk said, getting her attention "You must hurry if you want to win it though. A young man came in earlier and he's been assaulting the ticket machines like his life depends on it."
"Really? Then let's get started." She said, grinning widely. Going outside, she tapped her staff on the ground, summoning several clones of herself. Uttering a few words under her breath, her clones began to transform. One turned into a young man, another an old woman. The other two turned into twin versions of a younger version of herself, giggling and laughing like the world was their oyster. They set to work, each dividing and conquering a separate part of the arcade.
But it had not escaped the eyes of the competition.
The young man doubled his efforts, winning game after game as the tickets kept coming. It wasn't too long before he had enough to get the whale.
"Excuse me, I'll take the-"
"HOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDD IT!" Rebecca shouted, hands held out in refusal to accept her defeat so easily. Her clones disappeared in puffs of smoke, their tickets storing themselves in her pocket dimension.
"I have every right to that as much as you! I'll duel you for it if need be but I'm not leaving without it!"
Why do I feel so strongly about this?
"Heh! Tell ya what, since I am in a good mood right now, I'll play ya for it." He said. Swiping the overhanging blonde hair that covered his right eye in his attempt to be fabulous, his left could be seen peeking out from the huge and fluffy overhang of hair.
"Name your game." She replied, her illusion's expression now serious.
"Let's go simple. Blackjack...3 rounds." He said, putting his fingers up in count.
"Got cards?"
"I do now." He said as the person behind the counter handed him a pack in exchange for 70 tickets.
"Right here, right now." She said taking half of them from him as they each shuffled a half. Handing the remaining cards back to her, she dealt two cards for each of them onto the counter.
Looking at hers, she had struck gold with two Aces. Placing her cards on the counter, she waited as he made his decision to take another card. Doing so, he then slammed his cards down, the three of them reading a bust.
"1-nil. My win." She said, turning her cards as she grinned at him. Taking them in a huff, he then shuffled and dealt.
Looking down, he had a Jack and Ace of Spades. Calming down again, he placed his cards down. She followed suite, not taking another card. They both flipped but he won by two, getting 21 whilst she had only 19. He grinned in triumph, ready for the last round. Handing the cards to Rebecca, he seemed to trust her to deal the final round. She uttered a few words under her breath, her hand glowing green for a split second before she began shuffling the cards.
I'm not taking chances here. I am leaving with that whale!
As she dealt again, the air seemed to feel dense for him. It was almost as if the very air around him seemed heavy, weighing him down. He looked up as she finished dealing. A sudden feeling of dread crept up his spine, making him shudder as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Grabbing his cards, he had two aces.
A perfect pair.
But as he watched, she picked up card after card until she had 5 in her hand. Laying them out in front of him, she smiled triumphantly.
"I win. 5 card streak takes the pot." She said, her arm outstretched to the person behind the desk "I'll be taking that whale."
Reluctantly and with a defeated sigh, he handed in his tickets and she took the toy.
"Hey." She said, getting his attention as he had been staring at the floor in defeat "Don't feel bad. It was awesome to have some competition for a change...Here"
She threw her tickets at him as they suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"As a consolation." She smiled, disappearing in a wisp of glowing green dust.
She reappeared outside of Sabaody Park, walking out into the bare landscape that surrounded it. Wondering what to do next, she looked around, storing the whale away as she seemed to be looking for something.
I wonder which grove it was in. It's been a while since I watched the Sabaody Arc. Where is Shakey's Bar?
She wracked her brain, trying to recreate the exact image of the location. When she was sure she had everything that she could remember, she gambled her teleportation. Landing in a disgruntled heap, she looked up as she found herself at the foot of a small flight of stairs. She read the sign above the door.
'Shakey's Knockoff Bar'. Huh...guess I made it. Usually that never worked when I hadn't been to the location I was teleporting to before. I wonder if this will work if other people know where they're going before I teleport them.
It wasn't long before her thoughts were interrupted by a woman chucking out two large, muscular men, each barking their opposition to her treatment of them. She chucked them down the stairs, both of them landing at Rebecca's feet. They shot up fast at the sight of her illusion.
"Lookie what we have here. You lost little girl?" The first asked, licking his lips as he looked her up and down from behind her.
"Yeah, wanna hang out with us for a while?" The second asked, doing much the same as he looked her front up and down.
"Hey! Leave her alone and scram!" Shakey shouted from the top of the stairs.
"Thank you for the offer of help, but I have this under control ma'am." Rebecca said, curtly bowing before turning to the two men.
"Now then, which one of you likes magic tricks?" She said, a demented smile crossing her illusion as she cocked her head to the left. The two seemed unfazed but the look in their eyes said otherwise. Dropping her illusion, the two saw her true form and ran for the hills, each calling for their mothers.
"What a couple of wusses. I do apologise for my intrusion." Rebecca said, putting her illusion back on.
"It's no problem. Come inside and talk a while if you'd like. There's nobody around but me at the moment. My regular customer isn't in at the moment so you'll have the bar to yourself." She offered, turning her back to her and walking back inside, leaving the door open for her.
Rayleigh...
