Dear readers,

I have made certain changes to Vii's character, for those who have been following this story. Firstly, Vii is no longer claustrophobic, but instead just friendless, as being claustrophobic would affect the storyline quite a bit later on. Besides it wouldn't make sense because the Shichibukai are 7, making that over her limit. Also, Vii's phone is now more futuristic, and is a chip implanted in the palm of her left hand. I have also removed the first part of chapter 2 because it clashes with the last part of chapter 1. All changes has been made respectively.

Well, it's been a while. My major exams have close to an unofficial close, so I decided to post one chapter to celebrate. Thank you for supporting my story thus far. Enjoy!

Vii's POV

It was such a relief when I woke up to the familiar sight of my night sky ceiling. Did I mention that I could see Mars on my ceiling? Yup, I can. It helps me sleep at night. Somewhat at least. Tough sleeping by yourself in one gigantic bed.

Giggling, I tiredly blinked a few times before reaching my hand out in order to grab something to pull myself out of bed. Someone grabbed my hand. "Sebastian? You won't believe what I dreamt about last night. I dreamt that I had the fucking Shichibukai as kittens and that you let me explore the attic and that…"

Finally, I looked up at the hand I was grabbing when I didn't hear the familiar laughter of my butler nor did I recognize the ungloved hand I was grabbing. The scarred face staring back at me looked extremely familiar.

Apparently, both sides of my brain are unable to agree, and the nagy little voices in my head loved screwing with me. One side was screaming: Oh my heavens, it's him! Well, not the God of Sex, but close enough. Him! Quick grab him! Rape him. While the other is like: Dude, hold on. He could be an imposter. Shoot him.

My body didn't know who to listen to, so I ended up smiling as the hand holding Crocodile's clutched on tighter and tried to reach higher as the other reached under my thick, fluffy pillow and pulled out my personal favorite, a fully-loaded semi-automatic Akdal Ghost pistol, and pointed it at the man standing next to my bed. It seemed that one side of my face was trying to speak while the other continued smiling. "Hello. Who are you and how did you get into my house?"

All in all, I looked nuts.

He stared back at me in utter disbelievement. Pulling myself up and nearly yanking down the shell-shocked cosplayer, and rose to greet an entire room full of Shichibukai cosplayers for an odd reason or another, all dressed in robes and looking quite realistic indeed. And in wheeled Sebastian with my tea. My gun never leaving the scarred man, I furrowed my eyebrows at my innocent-looking butler. "Sebastian, I never ordered cosplayers. What the hell are they doing in my room? Mum would be mad."

"And maybe Dad too." I added as an afterthought.

He smiled back at my irritation. Stupid man always does it just to piss me off. "What do you mean, young Mistress? Sir Crocodile caught you before you hit your head, and was nice enough to help me put you to bed, so I decided to stuff the rest of the kittens through the mirror. Turned out all of them were naked, so I dug out some old robes large enough to fit the lot. Then, I decided to ready tea, since it was nearing tea-time, and made enough for everyone."

My eyebrows scorched up together in confusion as I rolled my eyes upwards and struggled to think. "So wait. That dream was real?"

I lowered the gun (no, my hand was getting tired), and looked closely at the scarred man still holding my hand.

Oh no. The naggy voices are back. But that was one unmistakable demand echoing through my head. Rape.

"Would you let g-go already?"

He quickly released it, releasing his mistake. Someone snickered.

I sighed, running one hand down my face, trying to put the voices aside and concentrate on my surroundings; meaning: tea. "May I have a cup of tea or not? And I hope the cake is not for me."

This time, Sebastian's smile seemed so much more like a smirk than a smile, as he gently lifted the pot to pour out the tea into a crystal cup and breezing over to pass it to me. "Of course you may, young Mistress. And the cake is for the rest. The premier shepherd's pie has been specially prepared for you. I have already cut you a slice. You can have it after you finish your tea."

He then proceeded to slice up the absolutely delicious-looking double fudge chocolate (to everyone else), and dishing it out to each and every warlord. He didn't even flinch when no one bothered with the 'thank you'.

Mihawk silently accepted his piece of cake, but didn't pick up the fork nor did he eat the piece of cake. Instead, all he did was hold onto the plate. "You don't seem very surprise to have the entire force of pirates in your house."

Observant bastard.

The blue (blue!) fishman also decided to speak up. Thank heavens it wasn't the fat bastard (if you know who I mean). "I agree with Mihawk-san. You do not seem to be panicking even though any of us could easily kill you a matter of seconds."

I waved my hand dismissively, my eye already trained on the pie as I drained the last few drops of tea in my porcelain cup. Anything to avoid looking at the completely rapable men in front of me. "Kill me, perhaps. But nothing Sebastian can't handle, I believe."

Said butler smiled. "Of course, young Mistress."

Ignoring the somewhat disbelieving stares I got from the pirates, I immediately stretched out my hand as soon as I placed down my cup. "Pie."

"She sleeps with a gun under her bed, for god's sake. Wasn't it a chopper the last round?"

"I heard that, you shadow bastard."

I looked round the room full of pirates once more and sighed. "You guys need clothes."

"Except me, I suppose."

I turned to look at the sandy character that I liked (*cough* love *cough*) so much. Rape. "Yes, except that sexy bastard over there. But the fur has to go."

Crocodile's look of utter disbelievement, similar to his earlier one, was too funny to let go unteased. Whipping out my palm, I activated my phone device and snapped a picture. The room seemed to be dead silent, before a single Shichibukai decided to break the sacred tension. "Fufufufu, don't you mean me?"

I ignored him. "So, back to clothes."

Hancock, who seemed to have been keeping unusually silent, finally decided to speak up. "I want to decide what to wear, and you won't decided what I wear, 'cause I am beautiful!"

I decided that it would be in my best interest not to answer her.

Moria's laugh was plain creepy, so I blatantly ignored him.

Kuma didn't seem to have any problem, and I assumed neither did Mihawk.

"I want something fashionable." And of course, there was the flamingo.

"No feathers." I snapped, although I did drool a bit on the inside. I could see his abs under his dress robe from all the way over here. No like I'll ever do something like that in front of pirates. Rape.

"Fufufufu." He activated his Devil Fruit, freezing me in place, before waddling over. "I want feathers."

"Fuck, I forgot about your damn fruits. At least I know you're real. No feathers." No, just give him what he wants and rape him already, you stupid woman. And don't forget the scarred-face man over there too. Damn are those abs?

"Feathers."

"No."

"I have to ask you step away from the young mistress."

"Feathers. I always get what I want." He insisted.

"No!" I insisted. Quick! Let me go before I start drooling here! Off!

The rest sighed, while the more stoic ones just stared. Crocodile finally had enough. "Why can't just agree on this bloody issue?"

"You're not out of this too, young man. Get rid of the fur."

"What? No!" It's hard to say no to his sexy face, so I looked away.

"Yes! And that's that!"

"Feathers!" / "Fur!"

"No! Sebastian!"

My butler dutifully turned up to free me, somehow neutralizing Donflamingo's Devil Fruit, before dragging both Shichibukai back to their seat. But I didn't question it. I stomped away, unaware, and face red. "I'm going to change. You bastards sit there quietly."

Grabbing nothing but my purse and a pair of sunglasses, I made my way back down, making sure to put on my sunglasses before coming face to face with the pirates, very certain that the tinted lens would protect me from their waves. I mean, it blocks out UV rays, doesn't it?

"Right, you bastards, to set down some ground rules."

"Fufufu, what makes you think we're going to listen?"

Ignoring him, I continued. "One, no killing. Two, NO KILLING. Three, no Devil Fruit abilities. Four, no maiming. Five, no wandering about. Six, no comments whatsoever. Seven, no intimidating. Eight, no touching anything without permission. Nine, no killing. Ten, behave. Any rule broken will be subjected to eternal torture kindly supplied by Sebastian Corporations. Any questions?"

"Kishishishi! Why do we have to listen to you? We're Shichibukai!"

I snapped my fingers, and almost immediately, Moria found himself in a most uncomfortable position, his arm was held at an awkward angle and a dinner knife pointing to his parts that show he was a man. "I suggest you listen to the young mistress."

The tension especially among the men was great, the more expressive ones even wincing a little.

No doubt his face was paler than usual. He agreed. His arm was quickly released and the knife disappeared. Wow. Looks like the almighty Shichibukai needs training. Dog training.

Now that the entire fiasco was over, I turned back to my garage, rubbing a hand over my chin. "Now which car should I drive?"

"I would like to suggest something flashy, perhaps, young mistress?"

I turned to look at Sebastian as if he grew a second head. "Why in the world would I do that? To attract attention?"

He shrugged. "Just a suggestion."

Finally, I shrugged as well. "Why not?"

Opening a nearby closet and revealing rows upon rows of keys, I grabbed one, closed the door and marched over to one of the many cars I had in my collection. My beautiful blood red Lamborghini Veneno Roadster.

"This baby can go to speeds of up to 220 miles per hour. Fresh off the factory. Brand new. Cost me 5.3 million dollars. Put one scratch on it and you'll pay with your life."

"Fufufu! Million? That's expensive."

"Mmmm. I've decided. Hancock, wanna ride with me?"

The lady seemed stunned at the offer, not even mad I called her directly by her name. "Why me?"

"Well, you can't be too tall or your head will be blown off. It's completely roofless. And well, frankly speaking, I don't trust men too much. Irritating bastards."

She bloomed at the praise, amidst the background of boos and complains, forgetting the fact that, well, my butler was indeed a man/demon as well. "Well, I have to say I agree. I think I like you better now."

Sebastian helped her into the car, and well, I helped myself. The purr of the engine indicated the start of the engine, and the well-oiled door of the garage slid open silently. A magnificent roar, and we were speeding through the green fields of heaven: the wind in our face, music blasting off behind us, and the occasional bleating of some sheep far behind us.

I felt invincible. And I believe, so did Hancock.

No one, unsurprisingly, gave a second look at the freakingly tall, weirdly colored or armed guys (except that Hancock did gather quite a pile of fainted men) as we trooped into the clothes store. This is America after all. And the store was also, unsurprisingly, empty. Several reasons for such a phenomenon: the people are working, the rich people are lazy, the really rich people are really lazy, and the assistants were on lunch break. Perfect timing. I was only doing this because, well, I felt like it. And just maybe I would feel bad torturing Sebastian. After all, he did volunteer to stay outside to guard the cars to avoid coming into his personal hellhole.

"Oh my! Vii! How nice of you to drop by! Been a while!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw the men crinch slightly, and grinned triumphantly. "Luss! Got a few favours to ask of you."

The flamboyant man waved his pinky-lifted hand a few times, before giving me a hug. His hair was brightly streaked with at least 3 different colors (or so I counted). "So dear, who's the sexy men behind you?" He wiggled his eyebrows at them a few times.

He then pulled away and gave me a horrified look. "Don't tell me you've been holding out on me!"

I gave a short laugh and patted his shoulder. "Never will. But the guy in the middle's mine. The rest have no clothes except those they are wearing."

Come to think of it, where did Sebastian manage to find clothes of that size. I mean, Kuma's at least 6m. I decided to shrug it off as Sebastian being Sebastian. Miracles come easy for me.

All of a sudden, Luss's eyes seemed to grow wider and tears gathered. "Y-you mean, all for me? Poor little me?"

He promptly burst into tears, but (thankfully) there were no store assistants in sight to pass him a hanky, so I loaned him mine.

"I suggest you start with Hancock, the lady, though." Just in case he couldn't tell the difference.

He wiped the remaining tears away, nodding and grabbing the Pirate Empress by the arm. "Yes, yes, the little lady first." Hancock looked a cross between stupefied (that anyone would drag her like that) and slightly scared.

"Then, the sexy men." He wiggled his eyebrows in their general direction. I swore I heard a symphony of cringes and ice as I pulled Crocodile out of the gang of frozen men and we sat down on a nearby couch.

Patting his arm, I continued staring ahead instead of looking up at his looming form beside me, before deciding to activate my handphone (literally) and snap a picture of the rapidly paling Pirate Warlords. "Aren't you so glad that you don't have to buy clothes?"

He raised an eyebrow down at my small 5 feet 3 (1.6m) form. "Perhaps."

Hancock was the fastest, being of quite a reasonable height, it was relatively simple to get her something to wear. So she ended up with a simple figure hugging cotton dress, a pair of sunglasses, and a handbag.

But the screaming started soon after Doflamingo waddled into the back to be measured (Luss didn't even raise a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at his height). "Don't touch me there!"

"Stop! Someone help me!" (No Devil Fruit allowed. But wow, Sebastian sure did work miracles in training them.)

Crocodile gulped as the rest of the men, save the more stoic ones, started paling. "I think you're right. Thank the heavens I don't need clothes."

"I don't mine you stripping if that's the case."

"Uh, no thanks."

"Aww."

After everyone was nicely clothed, with the promise of spares within a few days, we waved goodbye (at least I did) to a tearful Luss, who made me promise to bring back 'the boys' sometime in the near future.

"Fufufu, you kidding me? He nearly raped me!" Is that a vein popping out? Whoa, it's huge!

"I did not particularly like that experience either." I stopped to turn and gape at Mihawk for a while, who did indeed, look quite green in the face.

"You said one full sentence! Quick! Hide! The aprocaplyse is upon us!" I quickly hid beneath a forcefully outstretched arm of Crocodile. The man chuckled and withdrew his arm.

I gasped dramatically, my hand on my forehead in a failure of an attempt of a dramatic pose. "Even he doesn't want me. Sebastian! You will always love me, right?"

The butler, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, nodded. "Of course, young mistress."

I grinned triumphantly. "See! Love."

The more outspoken ones groaned. What a crazy lady to stay with indeed.

Finally, the day drew to a close and night settled in. The pirates were gathered in the living room after a somewhat hectic and disastrous dinner, in which I stabbed Moriah twice with a fork, threatened Donflamingo's family jewels with my spoon, and hurled my knife at Crocodile only to see it sail harmlessly through his stupid sand and into the wall behind him. Needless to say, I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep.

But there was one more thing I had to do beforehand.

"Right. Sleeping arrangements."

The chatter about the room stopped as the warlords turned to look at me. Jimbei was the first to speak up. "It seems that your house is very big. Wouldn't you have enough room for everyone to have a separate room?"

There were mutters of agreement, but the owner of the house (me) didn't agree. "Most of the rooms have already by taken up by one thing or another. So I think we have at most…Sebastian?"

"We have 4 guestrooms, one of which is the spilt-able room, young mistress."

I nodded. "All right, here's the plan. Hancock get one half of the spilt-able room, and Jimbei the other. The two 6m guys get a room each. Donflamingo and Mihawk share one room. And Crocodile bunks in my room."

"Fufufu, why do I have to share with Hawkeyes? I want my ..."

Mihawk's smooth voice interrupted him. "I don't see why I have to share a room with such an animal. Surely there can be some other arrangement?"

"Fufufu, that's not very nice, you know."

"I'm just stating the truth."

I rubbed my head in exasperation. "Stop. Hancock needs her own room, so she gets one. Jimbei is nice enough not to be mean to her, so he will get the other side of the wall. The two freakishly tall guys have to have a room to themselves, cause no other person will fit with them. Therefore, there is only one room left, and hence, since Mihawk is more then capable of keeping Donflamingo away, you two share a room."

"Fufufu, why can't I share a room with you, then?"

I shook my head. "I don't feel like being raped just yet."

The reptile man finally spoke up. "Well, neither do I." Oh my goodness, he knows!

I stared at him. "Well, sorry. You don't have a choice. It's my house."

Grabbing his enormous hand and forcing him up the stairs with surprising strength (though it was willing on his part, if not I wouldn't be able to move), I smiled down at the rest of the mere mortals. "Goodnight everyone. Do stay alive. No one is permitted to kill anyone at night or your family jewels will be stapled above my fireplace."

We disappeared round the corner.

Third Person POV

The warlords continued staring at where the two had disappeared, before Sebastain appeared out of nowhere. "Looks like the young mistress' has already gone to bed."

He smiled at the rest. "Well the rest of you should hurry along too, then."

"Goodnight, everyone."

Finally, peace regained the house in the middle of the grasslands. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he switched off the last of the lights, engulfing the entire area in darkness as the stars came out to play.