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CHAPTER 3:

"Oi." Sitri whispered softly, but everyone heard the threatening and scary voice that promised death if you didn't answer immediately. As silent as the paradise under the sea could get, the fishmen gulped. Sitri's eyes were blank but held hostility. "It's not my style, but I,..really really want to kill you right now,"

"Mister Second-In-Command," He spoke in perfect english as he brushed the long fringes that covered his sapphire eyes. "Why is there such a atrocious association in One Piece?"

The rubbish man raised an eyebrow and attached a snail like object to the side of his throat. "Don't tell me you're searching for One Piece?" He sneered. "I don't understand you at all. But I prefer if you remove this...weapon away if you value your life."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT FROM THE START!?" Behind Sitri, Kial screamed with jaws hanging down. " IF YOU COULD TALK WITH THE DEN-DEN!"

Sitri released a soft chortle. His surroundings were a blur, and he couldn't even recognize what he was doing, but he could hear a loud voice similar to Kial's in the background. But one thing bothered him - it was the fact that he couldn't even see in front of him! As far as his consciousness was, it took all his strength and willpower to prevent his eyelids from closing. Small spots of black dots were swimming around his line of sight, and while Sitri could feel a heavy, cold object in his hand, as his strength was slowly fading, his hand refused to let go of the cold object. It was certainly weird that he was being overcome by drowsiness, though, being an insomniac all his life. It was the first time he actually felt sleepy. In other circumstances, he would be jumping for joy that his brain was telling him to sleep, but in this situation...

NO.

Why would he sleep when an ugly blob ruining the good image of One Piece is in front of him?!

He forcibly blinked and more black spots invaded his vision. As if watching a movie, he felt his consciousness watching the scene unfold - but he couldn't discern what was happening. Only blobs of gray, green, and black could be seen. He needed something - something to wake him up. As of now, he couldn't even feel his own body!

As if answering Sitri's wish, a searing pain shot up in his left arm. A growl escaped his lips as he looked at the rubbish pirate pointing a smoking pistol at him. Everything cleared out, blobs were no longer seen, instead replaced by heads. Peeling his eyes off the pirate, he looked down and saw a death scythe - a black one with gold and silver linings on the blade. It was a death scythe, but it felt oddly comfortable in his hands, and it was slightly different that Linguren's. His eyes traveled to his arm, now a light gash visible. The gash hurt like hell, but he was fortunate enough that the pirate missed, or else his arm would be a bloody stump by now. "Get your toy away before I blast your brains out."

The nerve!

His arm gripping the scythe seemed to move down by itself, the rubbish man's neck no longer in danger. The scythe swirled and disappeared into his hand, but before Sitri could do anything, a sharp pain was nailed in his head - it was as if a thousand swords were raining down on his brain. A trail of blood escaped his mouth, and seeing the trail of blood, he rubbish man sneered at him. Seeing the annoying smirk made him want to rip it off his face, but in his current state he could not do anything. Well, even if he was in perfect condition, he still couldn't anything. Still lost in his thoughts, a searing pain shot up in his stomach. A sudden thought came to him that the pirate might have shot at his stomach, but a quick look told him otherwise.

He breathe in - surprisingly, the headache went away as fast as it came.

A bit puzzled, but he paid it no heed at went back to counting the pimples in the rubbish man's ugly face. Yes, he wasn't listening to what he was saying – his pimples were far more interesting than his rubbish words. Though he did vaguely remember Kial saying something about Den-den.

He shrugged.

The rubbish pirate sneered at him. "See? It wasn't that hard, bitch." With a loud laugh, he fixed the small den-den on his neck and whispered something to the pirate captain who was now laughing with him.

"Well! I've decided, this island would be mine now!" He shouted together with the pirate captain. "Men! Attack!" Commanded the pirate captain.

His eyes narrowed and a triumphant smile graced his lips. He has ten bulging pimples! Though quite far, Sitri could make out large blobs of balloons on the rubbish pirate's hideous face – perhaps his sharp vision was getting better and better.

Unbeknowst to him (still counting the oily pimples), the rubbish pirate ordered his 'men' to charge forward. Sitri suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around him. Blinking, he looked up and saw the pirate looking down at him with a lecherous smile. "Such a shame such beauty should be our enemy, but no worries, we'll have fun later~"

"What," He deadpanned.

The pirate captain that doesn't act like one simply smiled and gripped his neck tighter, drawing blood. A snake like hiss escaped him. "Get your filthy hands away from me before I grill your intestines." A voice that is an octave lower was used as Sitri's eyes went blank. With Sitri, he momentarily blacked out. For a moment, he saw a gigantic crystal-like fountain with fire spewing from its mouth. He blinked again, and he was back – but he noticed that the pirate captain was no longer gripping his neck. Summoning all his strength, he punched the pirate's jaw. Including the fact that the pirate momentarily froze, he was disconnected from him and the pirate took a few steps back, his lips pressed into a thin line. He barely flinched under the punch, but his own carelessness made Sitri escape from his grasp.

"You bitch."

"Stop it. Captain." The rubbish pirate spat on the ground and glared at the pirate captain.

"Okay."

"OH MY GOSH! My fist hurts like hell! How does Luffy manage to punch someone's fat face and walk away like nothing happened?! He's too badass!" Gripping his red fist, Sitri hissed and he felt hot tears well up on his eyes. "It hurts soo much!" Groaning, he covered his steaming fist and stood up. The rubbish pirate nor the pirate captain made no move on him, so a part of him concluded that he was no longer within their attention. Trying his best to be a ninja, he tiptoed away.

Well, he didn't make a good ninja.

The rubbish turned to him, but before Sitri could run away, the rubbish pirate lowered his pistol and pointed a shaky finger at him. Or what he interpreted to be him.

"M-m-men. Attack that m-monster!"

Wait. What? Last time Sitri checked, the rubbish man couldn't speak a coherent sentence. And why the heck is a monster here? Is the 'monster' that scary that it made a haughty pirate cower and shake in his knees?

His heart beat spiked up as many pirates rushed towards him. "What?! Why are they looking at me?" Acting on a reflex he didn't know he have, he rushed to the side where the pirate wouldn't pass through. After a couple of frantic deep breaths, he turned around and his blood froze.

Before he moved, behind him was a giant...monster way larger than the rubbish pirate. And the rubbish pirate was like... 7 feet! His shadow could only be seen, but Sitri knows that the giant thing is strong. Very strong. A shiver went up his spine.

With a large smile, Kial ran to the giant, ignoring all the pirates and Sitri.

"Father!"

Sitri could only stare in shock as Kial ran to the giant that seemed like an older version of Kial. Without knowing anything, darkness began to invade his vision and everything went black.

The first thing Sitri saw was darkness, complete darkness. Seconds later, he seemed to regain some of his senses, and he stretched out his hand, trying to figure out his current...surroundings. Light began to flicker around him – well more specifically, bright, twinkling stars.

He blinked twice. Last time he checked, he was in One Piece, not space. For a moment he could see milky way and those mysterious things floating around. A shiver went up his spine as he spotted the sun, as annoying as always (with those obnoxious heat rays that seemed to look down on you).

Next thing he knew, he was standing on a large planet – one with weird swirls and yellow stripes. How would he breathe, he has absolutely no idea. The idea of him breathing in space and the sea was preposterous, but he gave the credit to Linguren – given that he could do impossible things, and breathing in space was also impossible for a human. Was. But one thing did bother him...

"Why is the sun so annoying?" His voice echoed in the area, reverberating around him.

Wasn't space supposed to be a vacuum?

"I know right~ I also hate the sun."

He turned his head and saw Linguren, standing, or rather, floating in air with a smug look on his face. Seeing the black haired (previous) grim reaper made Sitri shudder unconsciously.

Shooting a I-knew-it-it's-your-doing face, Sitri nodded in recognition before voicing out his thoughts. "Ano...Rult-san, where am I?"

Linguren grinned, and Sitri suddenly had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling. "Why, of course, you're in my world. Welcome, Iganies D. Sitri, to the private chamber of the king of Trexians."

Sitri paled, his words still ringing in his ears. Of course Linguren would bring him to such a place, he recalled that it was supposed to be his turn in taking the throne of the Trex.x...the thing. "I recalled that I clearly declined the Lord position, Rult-san."

He simply retained that annoying grin. "It was never a choice to decline."

"..."

"Because the throne is already yours the moment you were born into Earth."

He could feel the anime tears rolling down. "So why am I here again? Wait. I have a question, Rult-san."

Linguren smiled at him. "What is it?"

"Am I human?"

For a moment, Sitri thought he saw Linguren frown, but when he blinked, it was gone, just a smile in its place. "No, Sitri. You're a death god -well in general, a demon. Besides, you said that you weren't human a while ago, right? You were never human, and will never be. That's why you can never fit it the world. Though maybe you could fit in there."

There? Is it the One Piece world?

"I have another ques-

Linguren placed a finger on his lips. "Shush. Your questions would be answered in due time, but haven't you ever wondered why you are here?"

"Umm.. Why am I here?" Sitri looked at Linguren with a confused look, wondering about his actions. But he decided that he would keep quiet about it, to prevent complications.

"Oh! Oh!" Linguren nodded in approvement and stomped a fist to his hand. "I figured that you were too weak, so weak even an ant could squish you like a bug."

He inwardly snorted. Was he really degrading him that much? "Of course I am. I never had any sort of exercise or work-out."

"So I'm going to train you!" He grinned like a chesire cat. "So every time you sleep or pass out, I'll be sure to train you for at least six hours! So no resting, Mr. Future Death God~"

"Wha-"

Roaring of the wind was suddenly introduced to his ears. There was nothing ahead of him but a clear blue sky. It was quite surprising, he'd admit. A moment before, he seemed to be in space, talking with Linguren, yet a second later, he was on a green land, nothing in sight as far as the eye could see, yet it was as if many things were around him. It is there, only not visible.

"Weird, isn't it? Something's here, yet nothing is seen." As if reading his thoughts, Linguren spoke. Sitri nodded.

"Then. This would be your training area for the next..hmm.. two weeks. I'd normally say good luck, but we Trexians don't believe in 'luck'. Till' I meet you in ten days, Sitri."

He seemingly broke down into small blocks and the green grass swallowed his whole body. Sitri cocked his head as a figurative question mark appeared on top of his head. He clearly said 'training', but he could not see anything, not even the slightest sense of danger. He was about to shout to whoever to get him out of the place when a searing pain shot up his back. He hissed as he touched his back, and he froze.

It was blood.

No mistake about it. Those crimson, flowing liquid, and he knew the metallic smell of blood. His heart beat started to accelerate. A frown appeared on his lips as he wiped the crimson liquid on the ground and widly looked around, trying to find something-something that could at least tell him what the hell was happening.

"Oi!" He hissed. A deep cut suddenly appeared on his arm. His eyes widened. With an overly dramatic wind that blew his long hair in all directions, more and more blood started to drip to the ground, staining it with the color red. He could only stand there with a dumbstruck look on his face - his eyes showed panic and fright. Nothing was there, yet he was feeling pain. Is this what Linguren meant when he said training?

Cuts of all sizes began to appear on his body, one after the other. Trying to fend of anything-something, he blindly slapped the air. Obviously, his efforts were futile.

He felt something. Something was approaching – something big. In a split second, he saw a large object approaching.

A fountain of blood spurted out from his chest, and an unbearable pain he never knew was felt. He couldn't do anything, he was helpless -

He could only scream in pain.

Sitri shot up, colliding with something solid. With heavy breaths, he panted before looking around him. He was in a bed, obviously, in a spacious room with long curtains and a long table surrounding the bed. He looked up and noticed a fairly large barrel hanging from the ceiling, a rope being its only secure from crashing into him.

"W...Wh...a..What happened..?" He said in between pants. His eyes suddenly widened and he touched his chest, feeling for any sort of cuts or blood. All he felt as he rubbed his body was a thin layer of sweat, that's it.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"A dream,...a .dream.."

He had no wounds or anything that could prove his 'fight' really happened, so he just dismissed the thought about it. He lightly slapped himself before getting out of the bed. He slowly made his way to the door and opened it, peeking outside cautiously.

"Sitri onee-san! You're awake," Kial was in front of his face. Sitri flinched back in shock at the close distance.

"K-kial."

"How are you feeling?" Kial asked with an innocent expression. Sitri merely mustered a small smile, trying to make it as natural as possible.

"I'm fine.." He was never fine, after that horrible nightmare of getting cut down by an invisible enemy. That really shook his nerves. He had never trained, let alone face an invisible enemy cutting him down bit by bit. A shiver went up his spine. "Just a little tired.."

Kial nodded, though Sitri could clearly see that he is still a bit unconvinced.

"AH! I want you to meet my father!" Kial clenched his fists and with his other hand, pulled Sitri out of the bed after ran out. Sitri looked at the child's back with a deadpan expression. 'I must be pretty light if a child can drag my weight around. I'm so pitiful...'

With that pitiful thought, he let Kial drag him. They arrived on what it seemed to be a living room, a large fishman sitting on the couch. Sitri could recognize him as the large thing that appeared a while ago, but on a closer look, he could see the similarities he shared with Kial.

"Ha. Ha. .Ha!" His voice boomed. Sitri sweatdropped and looked up at Kial. "I hope you won't grow up to be as large as him. I'd hate that."

Kial sweatdropped. "I get that a lot."

"..."Sitri looked up at him. "I pity you."

"Why?"

"I- never mind. It's nothing." He tried to stand up, but Kial's grip on him prevented him from doing so. As if sensing his struggle, Kial retracted his hand with a nervous laugh. Sitri grunted and stood up while trying his best not to blush in embarrassment.

" ! Kial, you finally brought a girl home!" He boomed. "I'm Kial's father, Sial. And you might you be?"

Sitri stared at Kial's father. "S-Sitri."

"..."

"what?" He tilted his head in confusion.

Sial shook his head. "No, no. It's nothing, my dear." He fell back on the couch, still observing him. Sitri felt like fidgeting, but controlled himself.

"Sir, is there something wrong with my face?" " .HoHoHo"

"ARE YOU SANTA CLAUS?" He sweatdropped. "Your dad's weird.", he whispered to Kial. Kial simply nervously laughed and scratched his head. " .Ha, you look like a human, Sitri."

"That's because I am. I think." Sitri deadpanned, deciding to erase the moment he told the shop keeper that he wasn't human. If he was pretending to be human, he would have a better time keeping a low profile. For now, he decided that he 'is' a human. Even if he isn't.

'Tch, tch. Sitri, why did you lie?' His subconscious part of his mind said. His eye twitched.

Sial stared at him with a shocked expression before fainting.

Sitri sweatdropped. "Is he always like that?"

Kial shrugged. "He always faints to unexpected situations. 'Says he battles with invisible monsters during the most unxepcted situations."

Sitri froze. Did he hear that right? Invisible monsters? Making a mad dash to the couch, he climbed a nearby table and used it as a leverage so that he could see Sial's face level on his. It wasn't his fault that he was born small, after all.

"WAKE UP, SIR!" He shouted in his ear rudely and tried to be as polite as he could at the same time. " .hohOHO ! WHAT WAS THAT!" Sial shouted, eyes flapping open in panic.

"Sir," Sitri deadpanned. "Please don't be so loud, you're disturbing the neighbors."

"WHAt?" He shouted then toned down seeing Sitri's finger to the lips. "I heard someone shouting."

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "It must be your imagination, sir."

He nodded in return. "What's for dinner?"

"Sir, how should I know?" Sitri deadpanned, trying his best to appear polite. He doesn't want to anger a large fishman, after all. In his 'virtual adventures' with Luffy and the others, he really learned that the larger you are, the stronger you get. Well, the only exception is the straw hat pirates, but the rule can be applied to the others.

" ..."

Gathering all his courage, he looked at Sial's deep onyx eyes. "Sir, is it true that you fight invisible monsters?"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "You like monsters?"

Sitri's eyes twitched again. "N-Yes. I am just..c-curious about those invisible monsters."

Sial smiled and patted his knee. "Hmm...It was about ten years ago...

I grinned as they people cheered for me. As if cheering, the seagulls flapped their wings and cawed(do they?). My crewmates laughed together, and I smiled.

"For the sun pirates!" I roared as I raised my hand high in the air. Sweat dripped down my forehead.

"For the sun pirates!" They cheered.

It was glorious day, a day, where we went under Fisher Tiger. We were officially part of the sun pirates, though just a relatively distant one. Still I felt happy, happier than ever, if only my wife was with me, then everything would be perfect.

"Sial! What's you luking at?"

"Daimon. Your speaking habit is still as bad as ever." I laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder. He laughed.

We both smiled and he rested his arm on my shoulder. "So, Sial. Toonyght again? Un the deck wid sword or gun?"

"You make it sound weird Daimon. But yes."

"Sir. Can you get to the point?" Sitri was growing annoyed. He didn't want a weird show, he wanted answers dammit!

"Okay, okay."

I could only stare at her with wide eyes. "Dear, what d-do you mean you're leaving?"

"Honey. We're not really meant for each other. You won't be satisfied with me."Tears streamed down her face. I-

"SIR." Not a soap opera this time!

"I'm getting there."

"Dear.I-I I don't g-get it.." I mumbled, trying to grab her back, but she kept walking away. I felt tears gathering in my eyes.

'Of course you don't,'

"Who's there!" I looked around, I was sure someone talked.

'Aren't you a cutie.' This time, it was the voice of a female. "What!"

"So, goodnight~Sial."

"Sir. So where are the invisible monsters?" Sitri asked with a question mark on top of his head.

" . They're the one. The man and the woman." Sial chuckled, the long tendrils on his arms swaying. Sitri sighed. It was not exactly with his 'dream', but he supposed it was better than nothing. "Thank you, sir."

"No problem, Sitri. Just ask me anything if you have any problems." Sitri nodded and bowed his head for a second. Sial smiled and patted his head.

"You're too respectful."

"Aren't you just too informal? I'm practically a stranger here – brought by Kial-san.." Sial chuckled, and the room shook. "Ho. Ho. Ho. I'm the one who brought you here."

Sitri sweatdropped and decided not to answer to that comment, instead focusing his sapphire eyes on the large fishman. Much like Kial, with light green colored skin, but instead of small tendrils protruding from his arm, they were a lot longer, wrapped around his arms, thus covering his arms with multiple tendrils. It looked like a spring. Now that he thought about it, he never noticed that Kial seemed to be the exact copy of Sial. Would Kial grow up to be as huge as Sial too? He imagined a large Kial and shook his head.

"Ah, sir, what happened to the pirate?" He asked as he remembered the rubbish pirate that annoyed him. Well, he fainted before he could do anything (and in his case, he doubted he could do something but stand there like an idiot.)

Sial raised a lazy eyebrow. "Ha. Ha. Ha. The Loli association?"

He gritted his teeth. "Yes."

"Ah. They ran away like scared ants. Ha. Ha. Ha." Sial roared in laughter, and Kial giggled.

Sitri muttered a small thanks. Well, at least the pirate was gone, but part of him still wished that Sial crushed him to death. Shrugging, he dismissed his sadistic thoughts that made him smile - about a certain pimpled covered pirate's bones being crushed into powder.

Huh? Did he say sadistic? Last time he checked, he was nothing near a sadist, perhaps it was just his tired mind?...

"T-then, thank you very much."

He heard loud footsteps. Without even him knowing, Kial had ran out of the room and returned – holding a black bag with baggy pockets and a long zipper.

"Is that mine?" Pointing a finger at the bag, his sapphire eyes widened for a fraction of a second before returning to their normal size. He remembered that he didn't have any belongings when he woke up and Kial 'met' him, but why was the bag in his hands?

"Uh-uh. I picked it up when you were asleep..." He saw a bead of sweat roll down Kial's temple. Sial looked at Kial with an uncharacteristic stern scowl.

"Kial."

"...yeah.."

"Kial."

"..."

"I'M SORRY, SITRI ONEE-SAN! I STOLE YOUR BAG!"

Sitri raised an eyebrow as the small fishman started to cry. "No no, it's alright." Kial sniffled as he saw his father's scowl still present on his normally kind face. "I..I-it looked..i-interesting, so I got it...I-I'm sorry, Sitri onee-san."

Sitri shook his head. "No no. Like I said, it's fine." I didn't even know that I brought a bag here.

Sparing a glance at Kial's red face and equally red nose, he could not help but bite his lower lip at the sheer cuteness of the fishman. He distracted himself by opening his bag – inside were many history and astronomy books he owned, many ball-point pens, some potato chips he bought...

Oh. Game consoles, earphones, and three phones - two touch screen, one the slide type- were inside his stuffed bag.

Without him knowing it, a small smile crept on his lips. "Thank you very much for returning this to me, Kial-san."

"E-eh? Is it important?"

He smiled. "Yes, very. It's my life. Without my phone, I'd be dead, umm...back at Japan."

Kial's jaws fell to the ground, as Sial's did.

"But don't worry, because I still have things to do here, so I won't die."

Sitri managed to crack a small smile at the seated fishman and Kial's expressions. With a small wave, he grabbed his bag and hurried to the front door. He looked at Kial, then at Sial. A giggle escaped his lips. They were really father and son – with the same curious expression on their faces.

"Kial-san, sir, I'll be taking my leave, thank you for everything." Sparing a last glance at both fishmen, he bowed a 90 degrees and left before they could say anything. A loud screech was heard as he left the house.

"Oh? Why were they so surprised?" He asked himself before his heart decided to do some acrobatics.

"Oh well," With a bright expression as he faced the open area teeming with fishes and fishman, he tried to absorb all the details of the place. "Now to get Big Mam's sweets they are making."

Sitri nodded his head. No use to think about his dream that oddly felt so real. Nothing would and could stop him from exploring thing promised land that whatever deity decided to put him in.

"Big Mam~" He chanted. "Big Mam~"

"Ah! Excuse me, kind sir, do you know where the candy factory is located?"

The fishman he talked to – a tall and a lanky one with dandelion colored skin plus some barely visible gray spots – looked at him. "Candy Factory?"

Sitri nodded, eager to visit the place and get..err...steal some sweets even the meat loving Luffy liked a lot. He needed to taste it himself – that was one of his 'I want to do-s'. Speaking of 'I wants', he really needed to write a list, and he doubted that it would fit a paper. He needed a thousand papers.

Come to think of it, is the paper here also different or the same with Japan's?

"Yup, yup. The one with Big Mam's ugly jolly roger."

The tall fishman he named Lanky raised an eyebrow. "Uhh...Are you sure that it's here? I've been living here for thirty years and I never heard of such a thing."

Sitri blinked.

Once.

Twice. "What?! B-But...that's impossible! Then who's protecting Fishman Island? Don't tell me its Luffy!"

"Lufy?" Lanky snorted. "Lufy is living in Fishman District now."

Sitri sent him a passive look. This was really getting nowhere. "Yeah. And Luffy hates meat."

"Yeah, he does. He's a vegetarian. Says its good for his skin."

"But that is impossible!"

Okay, that's it. He huffed.

Luffy loves meat period. If ever Luffy hates meat, he'd probably run like a headless chicken and the world would end. "Who the heck is the Luffy you kept talking about?"

Lanky fixed his clothes. "He's my son."

"WHAT?!" What a plot twist! Surely, no one would ever think of that. Thus, Sitri concluded that his Luffy might not be the same person as the Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy. Oh, imagine the headlines in the newspaper that a famous (read: badass) pirate Luffy turned out to be half-fishman. Then, he might be able to swim, even with Gomu-gomu powers, turning out to be a badass fantastic fabulous swimmer with freakingly shiny muscles. Well, Vander Decken couldn't swim after eating the mato-mato no mi, but since Luffy is the protagonist of the story and a total badass that defied all sane logic, he might be able to swim. Might.

Well damn, he needs to write a fanfiction soon. Yes, a crossover of One Piece and Free!

With that, Sitri looked at the fishman and tried his best not to imagine Luffy with some of the Lanky's appearance. He visibly blanched. Human Luffy is still better. "I'm sorry, sir, I must have messed up my memory. Thank you." He bowed.

"It's okay, I like helping people."

Smiling, he bowed again (he was being too courteous) and left, a thousand thoughts running through his head. He would not blow it and run around, he needs a proper plan and not get too excited. A hand went to rub his chin. If Big Mam wasn't protecting (read: profiting) from the island, then it must mean that Whitebeard is still alive or he ended up in the future and Luffy is protecting this island.

Well, as much as he wanted to see Whitebeard and his awesome beard that defies the law of gravity, the back of his mind dosen't want it. If by any chance, Whitebeard was still alive, then it must mean that Ace is too. He sniffled. Ace, the loving, tsundere, older brother Ace is still alive. Then, he might want to save him from his death then end up as a Gary Stu.

He read too much fanfiction to know that those Oc's tend to become too Gary Stu like or Mary Sue like and in a flash (as if they never struggled in lifting weights), save Ace from his death that even Luffy couldn't prevent, and become a total annoying bitch over powered character that has a bounty so high he swore even Yonkos couldn't even hope to match.

He snorted. If anything, he wants Ace alive, but he didn't lose his mind to think that he would actually Ace himself (well, if he's still alive, he reminds himself). Luffy should save him and that's final.

"But for now, that's none of my concern. I want to enjoy life first before killing myself just to help Luffy save Ace." His mind darted to his real 'reality', where he was just a nobody in school and Chase. Oh, Chase, he was supposed to go home with him and the new girl...er...Li-huang? A heated feeling pooled on his face.

He, the gloomiest and the weirdest person ran out of the canteen like a child.

He shivered. "Must not think about it. Mustnothinkaboutit. Yes, Sitri, think of Law...and Zoro..and Chopper...Yes, yes, forget everything." One hard slap to the face made him hiss.

"Ohh...I know nothing.."

He menatlly sorted out the things he needed to do in Fishman Island.

One, of course he needed to buy papers and books to write a longer list of tings to do.

Two, he wondered what meat would taste like.

Three, definitely. DEFINITELY get wanted poster of the straw hat pirates, law's, and ace's.

Hmm? Why was he so calm and planning the things he wants to do instead of thinking on how to go back home?

That's right. Why was he so calm when he was just thrown into another world?

The answer is: BECAUSE IT'S ONE PIECE!

Well, no explanation for that. Before the world even started, he was already fated to love One Piece. In a couple of lucky nights, he would get a glimpse of One Piece, but before he could even do anything, a certain annoying interruption would happen.

And that always irked him. It was like trying to watch an episode of anime when an obnoxious ad would pop up and you couldn't remove no matter what. Then your computer would lag!

Being in another world would surely make him lose his sanity, but not for One Piece. It be completely acceptable for him if something unexpected related to One Piece would happen. It's just one of the few miracles the not so very generous deities give him.

So he won't panic like a headless chicken, because it is simply Dream Come True, yes, dream come true. So he'd face it like a man without any screamings (even though he did that a lot of times that day). The thought of trying to go home never popped up in his mind, but he supposed that he had nothing to look forward when going back. Well, maybe the latest chapter of One Piece, but who needs that when he'd got a live anime unfolding in front of him?!

Really, in the short while he's here, not once had he ever thought of going back home, and he was perfectly fine with everything. For now.

YES! ONE CHAPTER DONE Please Review!