Chap 4 Yet Another Cookie Shop

A/N: Before I start with my A:n I just want to say sorry for being so slow on updating (again) -_-'. I'm back yet again and I have another chapter for you! I'm sorry for the gore in the last chap, I had no intention to have anything like that in it... It just wrote itself kind off, so blame the story not me! Also, this chap is when she finally ends up in OP!

Thanks a bunch to vendelareader, Book-Love-Forever, and mamc97nolongeranonymous for reveiwing. Here you go freaskly baked cookies! ^^ And Venn don't steall ALL the cookies okay? XD

Also thank you Aljan Moonfire for following my story!

If I missed anyone please smack me on the head!

Beated by Venn

Disclaimer: I don't owe One Piece, it belongs to the great Oda-sensei! Although the OC and most of the plot is mine! ^w^

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The first thing that hit her was the coldness, in an attempt to warm herself she snuggles up into a ball. Kneecaps locked under her chin and arms tightly pushed in at the sides of her body. To wake up when awake seems to be a crime if you look at how desperately she tries to find sleep again. But it is hard to sleep on floorboards and that's what Bass was trying to do at the time, not that she had noticed that just yet.

Rolling over to her left side she frees one of her arms to find her cover or pillow to make the "bed" a bit softer and warmer. A twitch of her eyebrow is the first indication that she's aware that something is terribly amiss. Moaning she makes a more energetic attempt to find her pillow, but she only scrapes nails against the wooden boards underneath her.

"No fun" Bass mutters to herself as she gives up on retrieving her pillow instead she settles for spreading herself out wide on the cover underneath her, which has yet to be found out by her as a shops floor. Although the peace is to be broken within seconds.

Thump!

The sound of a foot hitting flesh and a small yelp was only the beginning of the racket that were to come.

"Up with ya´you vagrant!" a hoarse voice spoke up, irritation seeping it's way into it.

Not that the woman that had spoken really made any effort trying to hide her despise. She just didn't want to wake the neighbours, that's all.

"No wanna'" Bass replied as she protected her sides from more kicks but still refusing to open her eyes.

A vein in the older woman's head started to throb as her blood pressure rose and colored her face red with anger. In pure anger she stomped her foot down in the ground making dust fall from the roof but it gave no reaction from Bass.

"Youngsters the'e days have no manners a'all, I told'ya out of mah´shop!" The owner of the shop says with just a tiff more of heated anger this time.

Even though Bass was as confused as a gold fish she goes into attack mode, whoever this older woman was she had accused her of being a vagrant, not having manners and to get out. Whatever 'out' meant she didn't know. Wasn't she home in her own house having woken up from turned into a cookie? Even though she can't really remember if that had been her fate or not. Must have woken up before that, puh.

"No can do ma'am" Bass answers cracking her eyes open to glare at the woman,

Not really succeeding since she felt so confused and out of order, however as a response to her reply the woman aims another kick at her abdomen but this time Bass is prepared and seeing that the woman will take to violence any minute she grabs the foot.

"you li'le TWERP!" The woman explodes as she with a violent kick gets her foot back.

"Stupid pickled plum!" Bass shots back at the woman that, as a matter of fact have quite a lot of wrinkles.

In a swift motion Bass is up on her bare feet ready to shot of insults at the older woman that's dressed in a nightgown, broom in hand as if to chase out vermin.

The swiftness of Bass movement took older woman by surprise and for a moment Bass wonder if cat got her tongue, not that she could really figure out why she had the surprised expression. The tiny break between the insults gave Bass some insight of her surroundings, she was standing in a small room filled with jars that in turn were filled with cookies.

Why is there a room filled with cookies?

This small notification of her surroundings got the wheels in her head spinning. Right now the, woman told her to get out of 'her' shop. Could that mean that this wasn't her home at all? And that she somehow had ended up in the best place in the world instead? Her nightmare of being turned into one seems to disappear from her mind all in all.

"Filthy Vagrant!" The woman screams and Bass jumps back as she is attacked by the broom.

It looks like she went out of creativity Bass bitterly notes to herself as she feels how her temper is really starting to reach its limits. After all, how long is one expected to hold it when they get kicked awake in such a crude manner?

"Scratch pickled, you're an expired plum!" Bass shot back at her and dodge the broom that comes swinging down like a hammer of doom before she continues with: "also show some hospitality here, I'm a customer!"

"Customer? wha' are you trying to pull vagrant, the shop has no'even opened yet" the woman answers, face colored in a very fitting color of purple.

That was a good point, what WAS a customer(she) doing inside a CLOSED shop? Bass wondered to herself and even more why the fudge had she said that? Didn't that make it sound as a confession to her sleeping in the shop? Oh fudge it all, she couldn't care less what she said to the owner of the shop. Didn't care that she had woken up in the dream place and defiantly didn't care about the consequences of shouting straight into that woman's face, so she does it. With a fist ready to sock the woman.

"Well open it then, you ol' sack of expired, pickled PLUM!" Bass roars.

At the same time as Bass roars out her insult to the woman they both prepare for the final act, the fist against the broom. The youth against the elder. The one act that will settle it all, although the hit never came and Bass that had been waiting for a chance to sock someone for the first time in her life sees how the color of the woman drains, leaving her white as a sheet.

"Come at me!" Bass adds for good measure, even though it may sound a wee bit dorky, trying to provoke the woman.

"Is there a problem?" A chilly voice behind Bass asks.

Holy smokers she was screwed so many times over that she didn't even want to think about it. She hadn't even heard the door bell chime. Why hadn't she heard a door bell chime!? Sweat drops start to form at her back and she doesn't even dare to turn around to face the person behind her, whoever this man was, he meant trouble for her.

However if the woman would keep her mouth shut, not that she had shown any signs of shutting her trap before. Then just maybe she could get out from this mess without involving her brother in the whole mess. For what felt like a life time Bass and the woman stares at each other and in that stare Bass knows that this woman was going to give her away, that the woman was going to enjoy it and that she didn't really give a shitload about what would happen to her. Who would? Who would actually care about some teenaged girl that they found in their shop in some ungodly hour and then getting insulted by said intruder? Fudge, she had screwed up real bad this time.

The woman raised a finger towards Bass and said:

"This girl was sleeping in my shop and threatened me when I told her to get out"

She put a really nasty tune on 'threatened' as if I actually had done something more than calling her a plum.

"Very well then" The voice behind Bass says and Bass wonders for a second if she should try to make a run for it.

Just to find that if she had wanted to make a run for it, she should have done so before the accusation, a big chalky hand had grabbed her shoulder and boy! was it big. As the full weight of the hand comes crashing down on her she can feel how her knees almost gives away under her. With some work she manages to stand straight up again and she can't help herself but to look at the man, had he been doing it by purpose, putting so much power in his hand or had he just not known his own strength?

Her eyes meet black staring ones, placed in a bored, square looking face adorned by bristles on his chin. Heavy eyebrows covered most parts of the man's forehead but at least his hair is combed back. A cap is seated on the man's head, the brim seems to be of a blueish color. Here she had went on and thought that it was the cops but it seems just to be some man, he probably knew the woman.

"Were are you taking me?" Bass asks, to curious to shut her trap.

"To the base" The man answers.

A/N: So that's about it for chap 4, I hope you liked it! Also I apologize for the short chap's but I find it more fitting to cut them off were I do, to be honest I wanted to cut chap 2 right before the perspective break but I didn't want to drag this out for to long and the chap would have been pretty short if I had.

- Oh you think I'm mean when I cut of at the places I do?

Yeah I have a feeling that I just might have a liking for cliffhangers. I seem to cut just at the worst places don't I?

As a side note I want to mention that the straw hats will not show up for at least three more chap's. Sorry about that but I want to have the plot going before I throw them in and that gives me sometime to analyse them.

Like always review if you like or hate it and those lays asses that don't review, I can seeee you! Or yeah I can see the number that have read the fic, not tell you apart... Anyhow REVIEW!