Author's Note: Are people still even interested in this? I got stuck so long on this chapter because of writer's block and school :( For those still bothering to read this, please enjoy.

Sebastian's POV

There was silence, the occasional shuffling of feet, a loud groan followed by a harsh smack, and then silence. It had been just half an hour after that whole ordeal with the young mistress, and about 5 minutes after I caught the two already spooning.

Sir Crocodile sure took to the young mistress like fish to water, considering he had only known her for less than... 3 days at the very most. Considering that the young mistress had picked a staring competition with him and then proceeded to kick him at a mirror out of revenge, it is actually quite surprising (to me at least) that he hadn't attempted to murder her in her sleep and run for the hills. Or mirror. Not that it would happen. Ever. Not under my watch. Hmmm. Reminds me about something I needed to do. Nevermind.

Wait, isn't it already the second time he was sharing the young mistress's bed?

I shrugged at the wall. It didn't help that the young mistress already had a serious obsession with certain chest muscles. Maybe I should have just killed him instead of giving him that option...

I hummed slightly, twirling a piece of silverware (spoon) as a deterrent to the gathered pirates, keeping one eye on them as I sorted through my deep, important thoughts. Should I let the young mistress continue her growing relationship? Well, I mean that it wasn't very difficult for me to protect the young mistress, and Sir Crocodile had always been quite high up on her infatuation list, after all.

Then again, it broke the rules of relationships with older men. What happened to the good old ceiling of 7 years? He was ... sorry, is more than twice her age.

At least her self-declared god was about the same age as her. Ah well, it was up to the young mistress. Who am I to interfere?

"You guys sure are adaptable." I casually observed, breaking away from my previous train of thought. And they certainly were adaptable. They never once questioned what cars, or missiles were, for that matter. Neither did they look very surprised at the sight of modern America, which was quite interesting for that matter.

Mihawk looked up, and looked back down, still flipping and looking over the newest smartphone on the market, the iPhone 6. "A different world brings different surprises."

There was only a flicker of surprise in his yellow-hawk-like eyes when the black screen came alive with the push of a button, but other than that, his stoic face remained, well, stoic and he persevered on with his examination.

"Fufufu, the …"

"Technology." I helpfully supplied.

"The technology here is more advanced than our own world's. Fufufu."

Well, they were, then again, pirates and more importantly, Shichibukai, so maybe they were more used to seeing strange things.

"I, personally, have seen more abstract things on the Grand Line, so it comes as no surprise. But the ... technology here is very advanced, especially those transportation devices." The fishman mentioned, looking up from the car magazine he had been flipping through.

Jimbei's eyes flickered over to the iPhone Mihawk was carefully studying, which had started blaring music (First of the Year by Skrillex, I think), and nodded solemnly. "Imagine if it fell into the wrong hands." He then proceeded to glance at Moria, then at Doflamingo, before looking back at the iPhone, which had stopped blaring music, but was instead showing a clip of the Harlem Shake.

Mihawk closed his eyes momentarily before forcing himself to look back at the screen with an almost reluctant silent sigh, while Jimbei, who had been reading over his shoulder, blinked and frowned heavily. "That's kind of disturbing."

"I don't think the young mistress would ever let that happen. Nor will the Master or Mistress. And neither will I."

Hancock sat there fiddling with something out of my sight, probably from her room. An iPod touch, it seemed, as the all too familiar Blank Space started playing as she hurriedly tried to quieten the stubborn device.

Silence reigned once again. Still twirling the spoon (more non threateningly, I assumed), I looked around the sitting room again.

Come to think of it, something struck me as very, very odd for the Shichibukai. They never had any ill or evil intent towards the young mistress for their short stay here, as far as I could sense. On top of that, for warlocks, they seemed awfully comfortable with staying with complete unknowns, and interacting with them a daily basis. Then again, they could be overly confident in their abilities, especially the royal flamingo stretched out across the couch, with his limbs sprayed undignifiedly everywhere. Could be. Why would they feel threatened by a girl and her butler? Maybe I should ask them?

Or maybe, it could just be the queerness and plain weirdness implanted in them because they did come from One Piece?

Well, if they ever tried anything...

I smiled pleasantly (as much as I could) at the room, watching Stitches shiver slightly from the corner of my eye. That felt good.

Gingerly tucking the spoon back into my coat pocket, I glanced up at the clock. How time flies when you're having fun. It has already been about an hour since I took that priceless photo. "Lunch would be starting soon."

All eyes were suddenly on me. "I would highly...ah appreciate if you remained where you were and silent, if you please. The young mistress might be waking soon, but she hasn't as of yet."

I hummed a merry tune and strolled off towards the kitchen to check on the lunch menu. There was no sound that followed.

Ahh, now I remember what I forgot. The new Avengers movie was coming out, wasn't it? The young mistress would want to know. But she probably already does.

Vii's POV

You know that you're reaching heaven when the first thing you wake up too is a face full of rock solid abs. Well, maybe not exactly abs, more so chest, but well, you get my point.

Blinking a few times to wash away some sleep and most likely the figment of my wild imagination in front of me, I shifted my hand which was not pinned down under my bed buddy (which did not register in my sleepy head) and lifted it to poke the surely divine being in front of me.

My brain immediately shot out of sleep mode. Woah, it's real! Code red! Code red! Wait, again? Was it again? Can't remember. Nope, first time.

I was pretty sure that my face was starting to glow red with how hot it felt, and my nose was probably prepared to run. Groaning, I brought my hand to pinch my nose in case it started to bleed again, before I curled up into myself, still moaning, with one arm still pinned under the very real teddy bear.

It really wasn't a dream. The past two days had really felt like one, with them appearing in my life out of the blue as kittens, them turning back into their original forms, before I took them shopping in probably the most dangerous place on Earth (to them at least), pairing Doflamingo and Mihawk together at night, having Crocodile destroy my shrine to Ace, and... And...

Wait.

I uncurled myself, only to find Crocodile staring down at me with a somewhat, almost concern look on his beautiful scarred face. Then, I did what I needed to do.

Frowning at him, I lifted one hand and proceeded to smack his chest.

I then curled back into myself and continued groaning.

Well, it's my life. (It's now or never, I ain't going to live forever.)

Crocodile's POV

I estimate that I woke about 10 minutes ago, before Vii started to shift about. Looking down at the girl, I started to ponder about why I was even in this situation to begin with.

Why did I, first off, agree to share a room with her?

Why did I even agree to apologise? Why did I even have to apologise? I never apologised! But it seemed that I couldn't bring myself to think about harming them.

But how did I even get into that situation in the first place? I thought long and hard about it, but came up with no answers.

All I was sure about was that Vii herself was of no threat to me, but her butler was dangerous.

Then, just as I finished my thoughts, speak of the devil and she shall awaken. Vii shifted her unpinned arm slightly, and proceeded to poke me a few times, before she curled into herself and groaned.

A tiny bit of concern managed to worm its way into my mind, which was in itself, concerning. Was she sick?

For a moment, she stopped groaning, as if coming to a realization, and slowly uncurled herself. I mentally grinned a little. Did she finally realize my awesomeness and was going to acknowledge me like she should? Was she going to apologize to me?

To my utter shock and surprise, instead of what I thought she was going to do, she reached out and smacked me. What. That was all I get for sharing a bed with her for two days straight? What did I do to ... oh wait, now I remember. I destroyed her cupboard shrine to that irritating rookie that joined the stupid old man's crew.

Why did I even do that? Was I ...? Nope, don't even continue that train of thought, Sir Crocodile. A Shichibukai such as yourself are above petty feelings.

I groaned slightly on the inside. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Third Person's POV

Love looked down upon the Earth and loved evilly. "Muahahaha, in time, in time..."

Fate looked over the top of her newspapers, The Immortals' Oracle, at the cackling being, before rolling her eyes and her newspapers, and giving Love a good smack on her head. "Could you please stop interfering with my work, asshole?"

Love groaned in pain, holding her injured head with her hands. "Damn you and your plans! This was a match made in heaven!"

"A match made by you. Not what I determined was right."

"Love comes with time! They were practically made for each other!" Love grabbed Fate's face and shoved it straight into the globe representing the Earth. "Do you not see that? Do you?"

"I can't see anything dammit!"

Meanwhile, in the corner, Time took a deep drink of whatever was in his mug and sank his head into his heads. "Why me? Why? Mercy..."

Mercy looked over. She then turned right back to her book.

Back to reality with Vii

Dammit, maybe I shouldn't have done that. He's so going to kill me now. Now. No? How bout now? Now?

I looked up, confused at why I hadn't already been sucked dry and mummified, and spotted the almost constipated look that my muscle bed buddy has pasted across his face as he loomed over me, even though he was sitting down, having moved from lying down position to sitting position.

I wiggled my arm, realizing that it had been freed. Haha! MINE. ALL MINE. What a wonderful arm i have. I then realized that I was cast in a shadow, and turned to find my teddy blocking the lights.

I pouted. How come everyone was so tall? Everyone except me that is. Scrambling to crouch on my knees, I shifted closer to the unsuspecting Sand Man (yeah!), before proceeding to poke his face, and run one finger back and forth across his scar, enjoying the uneven texture of skin beneath my finger.

It sure enough got his attention. Grabbing my hand, he (still!) looked down at me. "Pray tell what are you doing?"

I glanced at my captured hand, and wiggled it slightly.

He smirked. "Nope."

Looking up at him, I pouted and scowled. "No then, nothing for you cause you obviously don't pray."

He blinked. "What?"

I waggled my other finger at him. "You said pray tell. You obviously don't pray, so I won't tell."

He frowned. "Just tell me."

I frowned. "No."

"Tell."

"No tell."

"Tell."

"Oh look! Luss!"

He blinked. In that moment, yanking my trapped hand straight out of his grasp, I proceeded to tackle him.

That's right. Tackle Sir Crocodile. Tackle the Sand Logia user. Brilliant idea. Where do they keep coming from?

Luckily for me, he seemed to realize what was going on, and didn't instantly disintegrate into sand, so I didn't go flying onto the ground (and breaking all my bones), but instead, gave a little huff as he was tackled backwards onto the bed.

I was sprawled across his beautiful chest, in which I proceeded to help myself to a faceful.

"You're so nice." I absentmindedly said, as I patted his chest. "Now help me up."

Crocodile lifted an eyebrow from where he was lying. "I'm nice? That's a first."

"There's always a first, dear. Help me up. Come on."

The sexy man rolled his eyes as he easily pulled himself up into sitting position, lifted me with one arm, and set me standing on the floor. "Do I even want to ask?"

I pursued my lips, thinking. Crocodile sighed, running a hand down his (beautiful) scarred face. "Don't think too hard. You'll overload your brain."

I nodded sagely. "Good thinking. I shall save it for later."

"That was supposed to be an insult?"

"Sure, dear, whatever you say."

He groaned.

"Young Mistress, it's time for lunch."

I looked up from comfortable seat on Crocodile's lap and my hologram screen, before a sudden thought ran through my head.

"Oh fuck!"

Crocodile glanced down. "What?"

I scrambled out, deactivating my phone and immediately flinging the doors to my room open. "Sebastian! The meeting?"

My butler cocked his head slightly. "The room has been set up. The client hasn't arrived. He called ahead to say that he is stuck in a jam, and apologizes profusely for being late."

I breathed a sigh of relief as I staggered back towards the bed, and flung myself at Crocodile, draping myself lazily across the giant man, but mostly just sliding into a heap on his lap. "Thank goodness. I completely forgot about it.

"I will set out your attire for you, young mistress." Sebastian mentioned, before disappearing into the closet of horrors.

Crocodile raised an eyebrow. "Meeting? I recall something about a client meeting."

I hummed. "Yup."

He stared at me. I stared back. "I won't lose, you know."

Sebastian appeared near the door sometime during our staring match. "Your attire is in the bathroom. Your client will be arriving in about half an hour's time."

I nodded, acknowledging but never looking away, and Sebastian disappeared, closing the door softly behind him.

Minutes ticked by before the Shichibukai finally gave way to my superior unblinking skills.

I shot up, pointing my finger at the ceiling in my own personal victory position. "Haha! Not one loss. Not one!"

The Shichibukai rolled his eyes. "Are you going to tell me what the meeting is about know, your unblinking highness?" There was sarcasm oozing from every word. Literally. I could see it pouring out of his mouth. Like a waterfall.

"Oh is that it? You could have just asked. But nevermind, you gave me another point up on the unblinking board. I'm a weapon designer, dear, it's a client meeting."

He blinked. And groaned. And toppled over onto the bed, still groaning.

I patted his chest as I moved to get my feet onto the cold, hard ground. "There, there. You're an idiot. Everyone is. At least you're my idiot."

I quickly ducked into the bathroom before my words registered.

"VII!"

Should I even be laughing?

Dong dong! Actually it sounded more like a bell. So, ding dong!

The door swung open silently to reveal Sebastian standing behind.

"Welcome to Summer Manor, how can I help you?"

The uniformed man blinked. "I'm here for a client meeting with a Ms Summers , originally scheduled for half an hour ago?"

Sebastian looked him up and down, before relaxing slightly with recognition. "Ah, General, the Summers family welcomes you back to the Manor. Ms Summers will be meeting you in the private dining room over lunch, at her insistence."

The brown-haired, blue-eyed man laughed slightly, removing his cap as he stepped through the open door. "She never changes, does she?"

Sebastian gave a small smile as he closed the door behind the General. "Please, this way."

"Wait, so this client is a guy? And you're meeting him alone?"

I groaned. "I TOLD you, he's a friend, and I'm not alone. Sebastian will be there as my bodyguard, we're just having a business lunch, there's nothing between us, and no, you can't be there because it's confidential information, ok?"

Crocodile sure didn't look very happy. "And what's this guy's name?"

I raised an eyebrow. "And I should tell you because...?"

It was Crocodile's turn to groan in frustration. "Just tell me."

"No. I'm not telling you so that you can track him down and mummify him out of spite. He's a good friend of mine from school last time, so I would kinda like to see him alive."

Crocodile sputtered. "I don't spite him!"

"Sure you don't. Now, be good. I'm already running late. Smell ya later, alligator."

I swept past the obviously overprotective reptile, leaving Crocodile looking stunned standing near the door of my room.

Sebastian's POV

The young mistress sure had good timing. Just as we entered the private, entirely soundproof dining room, the star of the show appeared through the side door near the main door, looking slightly, just barely flustered at being late. She startled at the sight of us already there, but quickly caught herself. Good thing too.

I bowed. "Young Mistress, this is General Sebastian B. Jones, head of Defense Coordinations of the US Armed Forces. General Jones, this is Ms Vii Summers, chief weapon designer of Four Summers Corporations."

The young mistress bowed. "General, on behalf of the company and family, I welcome you to the Summer Mansion."

The General took a smart step forward, bowed, took her hand, and pressed a light kiss onto the back of her hand. "Thank you, Ms Summers, for your most generous welcome. It is good to see you well."

The young mistress glanced at me, before looking back at the young General. "This is Sebastian, my butler and my bodyguard. He will be present throughout the meeting as usual."

With that, the formal air of the meeting went soaring out the imaginary window. The young mistress almost threw herself at the General, who braced himself for the hit, catching her mid fly, only moving back by a step before placing her back on the ground gently.

"Bas! I missed your competency!"

The man chuckled, and instead, placed his cap lightly onto the young mistress' head, watching as it simply dropped and covered her eyes. "Still too big. And all you missed about me was my competency. Geez, what does it take to make a better impression on you?"

The young mistress smacked him in the chest, and the general gasped dramatically. "You just hit my uniform. My poor, poor uniform. "

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"Do you know how much blood, sweat and tears went into getting this uniform? And its General Obvious, thank you very much." He demanded, sticking his nose into the air but unable to keep the large smile off his face.

The young mistress took a step back and looked him up and down, before shaking her head. "Nah, you ain't fooling me, Bas. You don't look any skinnier. In fact, I think you gained some weight. Bit of fat here," she commented, as she poked him in the stomach, causing him to jump slightly to try and avoid the invading finger. And Bas groaned in response.

They both broke into smiles as I herded them towards the table, the General, being a gentleman, pulling the chair out for the young mistress before sitting himself down right next to her. Quickly serving the appetizers, I made myself scarce at the corner of the room, almost, very nearly eager to hear some juicy, juicy gossip. Maybe it could be blackmail?

"Hey Bas, do you still eat this weird ass lump?"

"Still eat? What is that supposed to mean?"

"You always had weird eating habits. How am I supposed to know? Here, you can have mine too."

"Stop that! You're suppose to eat it yourself!"

"I don't wanna!"

"Then don't eat it! I already have mine!"

"It's a waste if you don't!"

"It's a waste if you don't!"

I gave a silent, inward laugh. This was going to be a good day.