Eh, well, I was thinking of inserting NGs like I did in 'Steam', but I decided to settle for a writeup.

How did you guys find reading 20 chapters? Man... and there's still loads more. This is probably going to be the longest *epic* I've ever written before. O_O;;

Well, I thought I'd just write up a few things you might want to know.

Heh, well, there's each character to think about. I'll just explain any differences for the main four... It wouldn't be fair for me to write about everyone *but* Luffy. Heh.

Zoro. Well, I know this is a bit of a blow, but he's less stronger than he could be. That's due to his environment while growing up, I guess... Other physical changes are that his posture's more slack and his hair is a bit longer. Long enough for bangs to stick out under his bandanna.
His attitude is a bit different as well. He's a lot more... well, nicer, I guess. And he's more sweeter to his crew-mates. Hehe.

With Usopp, I tried not to change too much of him, but basically he's got glasses on and a slightly bigger 'kerchief than he usually uses, usually pulling his hair back in a ponytail.
His personality? The exact same, but he's less of a bragger and a lot more charitable. This is probably because, like Zoro, he grew up in different circumstances as opposed to a village filled with sunlight and grass and boring people.

Nami was difficult, but I got it down so that her hair is long - past her shoulders - but everything else is almost exactly the same. She puts her hair in clips most of the time.
Her personality? The same. Haha - Nami is probably the one who I didn't change the most.

When doing Sanji, I thought about it a lot, and had his eyebrows uncurly (gasp!).
He's much more insightful now, but I tried not to change too much. He acts less lovey-dovey around girls, though - except around Nami.

Everything has a good reason, by the way. And I do mean everything. XP



Well, thanks for reading uptil now. The below bit is a really badly written scene I deleted from the dinner-dance and gladly replaced. It's so badly written, I swear. Laugh at it.



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The girls whispered a bit more, gave death-glares at the girl on the floor, then spun on their heel and left.

"Finally,"

Zoro said lightly. She turned her head to look at him in surprise, and then turned back to flare in embarrassment at the look of concentration he had on his face. A minute later, he finished, and tied the upper part in a ribbon before patting her shoulder.

"There you go. You can get up now."

She slowly stood up, holding her handbag loosely over an elbow before she stumbled and fell into Zoro. He caught her easily, and helped her stand.

"Are you okay yet?"

He asked her as she shadowed her eyes, still shaking like mad.

"I will be."

She began, when footsteps echoed extremely loudly behind them.

"Zoro?"

It called out,

"You there?"

Zoro's face drained of colour as he recognised the jolly voice of the dean.

"Oh hell,"

He muttered, but it was too late to move now; the dean arrived onto the scene. His face broke out into a grin.

"You sneaky boy,"

He said, waggling his finger,

"Already found yourself a girl and finding some private time, now, are you?"

Zoro had his head in his hands while the girl turned an even deeper scarlet.

"Not exactly,"

Zoro began, when the dean grabbed both of them and started to drag them towards the auditorium.

"Now I was wondering where on Earth you were! Hmm, someone spilt a soft drink here. Must get someone to clear that up. Now don't be shy, get out there and DANCE!"

The two found themselves shoved into the auditorium where all the students were dancing in couples for the Dance-a-mania. Zoro wasn't sure whether he should be glad to have been rid of Mr. Harrison's over-cheerful voice, or mortified to be out here in the flashing multi-coloured lights of the disco ball that had been lowered for the Dance-a-mania. He had to dance?!

"Uhmm..."

The girl said, catching his attention. She looked up at him awkwardly before whispering,

"There's a small gap between those two dining tables over there. The curtains behind it only hide the corridor to the backstage. Uh, if you don't mind, I think I better escape through that..."

"Perfect,"

Zoro replied at once,

"Exactly what I need. Thanks,"

He added, and taking her hand, he started to walk towards the gap. However, he was intercepted by passing couples, who all glared at him for being there. Before he knew it, he was bumped back to where he had been standing before.

Not good, Zoro thought unhappily. Then he noticed the girl behind him tugging at his white-shirt.

"Let's just go through."

She said, and Zoro groaned.

"But I-- I *can't* dance,"

He admitted, and she whispered back,

"Then learn! You might as well if you want to get out of here..."

That was when the microphone chose to boom out,

"SWING-DANCING!!"

"What?!!"

Zoro cried in panic as the music died and everyone separated from their couples.

"It's not really swing dancing,"

The girl said hastily,

"At least, not to my memory. Listen. We're opposite the gap. The rule to this is to switch partners after holding hands with one and swinging around in a circle."

"That's idiotic!!"

Zoro exclaimed a bit too loudly, causing nearby students to glare at him.

"I know, but it's supposed to be fun. Anyway, if we time it properly, we can meet at the other end of the auditorium just at that gap, and slip through quickly together."

"Why not one by one?"

"Because the number becomes uneven and someone ends up without a partner,"

She whispered, when the music boomed out of the speakers and quite suddenly, both of them were grabbed by some random students and swung in a circle. Zoro strained his eyes to look for the black dress she had been wearing, and caught sight of it. He didnt' pay any attention to anyone he was dancing with, but made sure he didn't lose sight of the girl, who was being quite easily whirled off.

He timed himself as well as he could with the girl, but found there were people he was crashing into, hands that held his too tightly, and sometimes he swung too hard so his partner crashed into the next person. He was soon wishing, as he found himself stepping on someone's toes for something like the fiftieth time, that the torture would end soon, and knew for a fact that he just absolutely loathed dancing now if it was like this.

Suddenly, without warning, his lips smacked painfully onto something else. He rubbed his chin with a groan, and looking down, he realised he had slammed into the girl. She was rubbing her forehead. Their eyes met, then looked at the gap right in front of them. She looked around before shoving him through the gap to the curtains. He found a divide right at the gap, and slipped through, the girl shortly following.

"Phew. Now what?"

He asked. She pointed to a sign. He looked, and it read, 'BACKSTAGE', an arrow aside it.

"No back-entrance?!"

He groaned, and she explained,

"The backstage connects to the left side, and that's where the back-entrance is."

"Okay. Let's go, then."

He said, and she nodded.





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See? It's awful. Hope you had a good snicker, because I did when I re-read it.

Well, go on then. Thanks again. ^_^