(Beginning A/N)
Sorry about the delay, I've had a busy weekend. And if you're curious about 'Steve'... well, it was the first thing that came to mind, and it stuck.
Non-OPers: Yes, Chopper is in fact a shape-shifting reindeer. He also wears a big pink top-hat; and, uh, can't think of anything else.
Non-Overlorders: I can't remember exactly, but I think the Shield spell negates damage done to the caster. I'm not certain, since I didn't use the spell.

After I started writing this FF, I began wanting to play Overlord more. Alas, the game disc is currently being borrowed by someone.
(End beginning A/N)

It took three of the Strawhats to drag the large man to the infirmary and put him back in the now sagging cot. Their doctor stated after a short while that the man's arm was dislocated and fractured, from the impact brought by the weapon.

The sword itself was a subject of admiration; Usopp and Chopper were admiring it from a distance, as the weapon, like its owner, had a soft glow of 'evil' around it that disturbed all but a few of the Thousand Sunny's crew.

Next to the sword was a swordsman who felt that nobody should be messing with the other guy's weapon. His glare was much more repelling than the aura.

The owner of the Awesome Flying Mystery Weapon was only unconscious for a relatively short duration, only a few hours instead of most of the week. By the time his eyes once again opened, the only other person in the room was the green-haired man with three swords, who was sitting next to the Arcanium blade.

"So… you're awake again."

Grunt.

"Heh. From what I heard, you made a rather interesting spectacle earlier."

Inquisitive grunt.

"They said, you stuck your hand out, the air around you got wavy, and then a sword came flying out of nowhere."

Grunt.

"And then, you pranced about while singing a ballad about fairies and butterflies."

I certainly don't remember that part. Grunt.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

Shaking of the head.

"Figured. I took the liberty of watching over your sword, to prevent the morons aboard the ship from messing with it."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

The Overlord pulled himself noisily from the sagging cot, transferring his weight from the damaged-beyond-repair springs to the sturdier flooring. He seemed to be mostly unhurt, except for a beslinged arm, which he looked at curiously.

"Dislocation and fracture, from the alleged flying weapon."

With another grunt, the Overlord reached for the culprit. The other man tensed only slightly, watching with a calculative gaze. Grasping the Arcanium blade's handle, the Dark Lord once again felt calmed by his sword; he let out a soft sigh.

"You like that weapon, don't you?"

"Visually pleasing."

The green-haired man briefly grinned before rising to his feet. His expression swiftly turned sincere, as he stood before the armored behemoth from the skies.

"I'll say this once. I will not abide the harming of this crew, nor will any of the other members. If you harm one of us, we will all hunt you down and kick your ass."

"Crew of friends?"

"Something like that. It'd be a pain in the ass to find a good replacement for half of these buffoons, in any case."

With a nod of understanding, the Overlord set his weapon back down on the bench; it wasn't like he'd need to use it in the middle of the ocean. The green-haired man returned to his seemingly standard cautious posture, although he was still tense and prepared.

The two continued to stare at one another, waiting for their opposition to make a move.

After several seconds, the Dark Lord extended a hand. The green-haired man smiled with but a corner of his mouth, and accepted the outstretched limb.

"Roronoa Zoro."

"… I don't know my name."

"Oh?"

"I am referred to by title. My name has become forgotten."

"So what is your title?"

"There are several. Dark Lord, Overlord, Dark One, Master, Wench Bane, and so forth."

"Wench Bane?"

"Long story."

"Ah. I'll call you… Steve."

"Steve?"

"Steve."

"All right, then." With names determined, the two men dropped the handshake.

"I've got to go back to watching the ocean. Feel free to explore, but try not to break more of the ship."

"No guarantees." With that, Roronoa Zoro exited the sickbay. 'Steve' glanced between the two doors in the medical facility; there was the one he knew went to the back of the ship, as well as the door the swordsman had just walked through. Brushing his fingers across the hilt of the large Arcanium sword, Dark Lord Steve -clonk-ed his way out of the infirmary, using the door to the rear of the vessel.

It was a good-sized ship, once he had rounded a corner to see. He hadn't been on too many boats, so he lacked side comparison, but it certainly seemed large enough to comfortably give ten or so people a place of residence.

Blinking from the light change, the Dark One scanned the ship for more of the crew. Other than the swordsman ascending the mast to an oversized crows' nest, about half the crew was visible. The armored behemoth went for the nearest group- the strawhatted one, the long-nosed one, and the weird shape shifting one, all of which were fishing.

The three of the crew were absorbed in their sport, and did not hear the Overlord's grass-muffled footsteps approaching.

"Chopper, could you hand me the bait bucket?" The long-nosed one began pulling his empty line back in.

"Yeah, sure." The reindeer reached for the bucket, which he could see out of the corner of his eye. However, when he pulled on it, the can didn't budge. Confused, Chopper turned his head- and found he was looking at the leg of a suit of armor. With a surprised yell, the doctor stumbled backward, nearly falling overboard.

"Hi."

The long-nosed marksman turned, and saw who had appeared behind them. With a shocked scream of his own, the big-nosed one scrambled away from the large man. The straw-hat, unfazed by the surprise visitor, grinned happily.

"Hello! So you're awake? That's great! Do you like fishing?"

There were never many occasions for fishing, when you ruled an Evil Empire. It was always slay this, maim them, mistressify her, conquer that, et cetera. He never got much time for a hobby.

"Haven't tried."

"Where are you from? Almost everyone has fished before! Here, grab a rod."

The Dark One looked at the two companions of the straw-hatted one; they were both watching him with cautious and scared faces, trying to stay as far away as possible. The Overlord shook his head.

"Maybe later." Turning from the youth, Wench Bane approached the were-reindeer-thing slowly, and knelt about five feet from it. The creature certainly was a peculiar thing; the reindeers from the Overlord's dimension didn't have blue noses. "You shape shift?"

"Y-y-yes…"

"Explains a lot." The Dark Lord slowly rose from his crouch, and turned back to the other two fishers. The fearless/dense one had returned to watching the ocean, while long-nose was hiding behind the fearless one.

It would take time for them to relax a bit around him, it seemed. Deciding to leave them to their business, 'Steve' continued his exploration of the upper deck. His next destination, the prow, brought him to a strange loop of thought:

The ship had a giant sunflower thing as a figurehead. It was like he had walked into a children's story rather than an alternate dimension. Heck, maybe the alternate dimension was a children's story. Or maybe the true dimension was his dimension's idea of a children's story, with his homeland being a story of its own. Or, maybe he was over-thinking it and the ship simply had a sunflower figurehead.

Or was it a lion? Or… sun? The question stumped the Overlord. The figurehead distracted him to the point that he didn't see the other occupant of the deck.

"It's a sun."

Startled grunt.

"The figurehead; this ship is the Thousand Sunny." The dark-haired woman raised her gaze from her book.

Enlightened grunt.

"Do you have a name?"

"Steve."

"… Steve?"

"Steve. You?"

"Robin. What do you do for a living, 'Steve'?" The perceptive woman put an emphasis on the word, like she could tell it wasn't his actual name.

"I… rule."

"Rule?"

"And conquer. Command."

"A king?"

"Of sorts."

Robin contemplated; he didn't seem evil, yet it felt like evil had wrapped itself around him with a strong grip. "What kind of commander were you?"

"A Dark One." He said 'dark one' not as a type, but a title. This increased her suspicions.

"Would you go so far as to say… evil?"

"Yes."

Robin raised an eyebrow; that answer came a lot faster than she had anticipated.

"What do you do?"

"Archaeology."

If that's all you do, then I'm Santa. The woman reminded the Overlord of someone with an unpleasant past. "Merely an archaeologist?"

"Just a person with a want for history." The woman leaned against the railing, and reopened her book.

With a frown, the armored man left the bow deck. He felt… evaluated. Returning the favor, the Overlord walked down the steps to the grass-covered deck at the center of the ship.

When he stated that he was evil, she seemed slightly surprised- however she had hinted with previous questions that she had been steering towards that question, meaning that she had caught on to the feel of his presence. Going out on a limb, the Overlord guessed that this Robin character had known a type of evil.

Quite the range of people in this crew, the Dark One thought to himself as he returned to the rear of the ship. A man who carries three swords and has green hair; a boy possibly without fear; another boy possibly without courage; a were-reindeer-gorilla, and that girl from earlier.

He was about to go to the rear door of the sickbay again, when he saw another door facing the front of the ship; curious, Steve changed direction and entered the room behind the door.

"Luffy, if that's you, dinner's still not going to be for a couple hours." The speaker was a blond man in mostly black clothing who had his back turned to the door.

"Luffy?"

The blonde man cringed, and whipped around, clearly startled once again by the reverberating voice. Standing at the door of the kitchen was the large man in armor, who had fallen out of the sky and then made a weapon hurl itself at the ship.

"AH! It's you!"

"Indeed."

After a few breaths, the man calmed himself down and set the knife he was carrying on the counter.

"So… how's things? Any more objects fly at you today?"

"Not that I've noticed."

"Good to hear. What's your name?"

"… currently Steve."

"Currently? Steve?"

"Steve."

"Okay, then. I'm Sanji. Would you like something to eat? You've been out for a few days, you must be hungry."

"I can wait."

"That's a nice thing to hear, in this group. So how'd you get in the sky the other day?"

"From what I've seen, you would not believe me."

"I've seen something today I can't believe, yet it happened. It involved a certain sword."

"Fair enough. I got in the sky with magic."

The chef began laughing suddenly, but stopped under the gaze of the glowing eyes. "You're being serious?"

"Yes."

"There are many things in this world that are called magic, but can be explained. Could you show me some of your 'magic'?"

"I can manage a small demonstration or two. Firstly, do you have something that could be roasted?"

"Roasted?" Slightly confused, Sanji withdrew a slab of meat from a pile of ingredients. The Overlord placed it in the palm of his gauntlet, and prepared the little mana he had left for a small burst of Flamethrower.

-FWOOSH-

Maybe 'small burst' was slightly wrong; the Overlord hastily waved out the fire he had made on the ceiling. Setting the ham on a nearby plate once the fire had gone out, the Dark One prepared for the second half of the demonstration.

"When I say to, hit me."

"Hit… hit you?" Sanji's shock at the pillar of fire changed back to confusion at the request.

"Yes; not terribly hard, though." The blond man nodded, and walked around the counter to stand in front of the armor. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

The Overlord would only be able to maintain Shield for a few seconds. Gathering the last of his mana, the man-in-a-can raised his gauntlet once more, and said "Now!"

The blond man reacted swiftly, launching a kick- however, a thin, misty bubble formed itself around the Dark One, barely quick enough to materialize before the man's shoe connected.

A look of surprise crossed Sanji's face as his leg was stopped completely by the bubble. The eyes of the man within the orb widened slightly as a portion of the kick's force transferred onto his body –damn, that is one strong kick -, forcing him to release a light grunt before the spell ran out of mana.

Even after the sphere faded, Sanji kept his leg raised, his face projecting his surprise. After a few seconds, he set his foot back on the floor.

"What was that ball?"

"Shield."

"One of your abilities?"

"Yes."

"What the hell kind of Devil Fruit do you have?"

Something pinged in the Dark Lord's mind. Devil Fruit… Gnarl had said something about…

'These, while not looking especially delicious, are items locally called 'Devil Fruits'; according to legend by residents of this realm, they grant a single ability to the consumer'

Overlord Steve raised his head, looking back at the inquisitive Sanji. "I do not have a Devil Fruit, however I am looking for some."

"You… don't have one? Then what was that ball? And how did that sword fly at you? And how did you get in the sky?"

"… Magic."

"Right, right, magic." The man sighed, and returned to the ingredients he had been preparing. "You'd better get some rest, then. Dinner will be along in a couple hours."

"Before I go, would you please tell me their names?"

"Of the crew? Yeah, okay. The green-headed dimwit's Zoro, the long-nosed dimwit is Usopp, the blue-nosed reindeer's Chopper, the big half-naked guy's Franky, the skeleton's Brook, the lovely orange-haired lady is Nami, and equally lovely dark-haired woman is Robin, I'm Sanji, and the doofus with the hat is Luffy, our captain."

"He… is your captain?"

"Believe it or not, he's the strongest guy among us."

"… skeleton?"

"Yeah, it's one of the Devil Fruits."

"Rgh. Thanks." Processing the information, Steve walked through the door at the back of the kitchen- his estimate was correct, the door did indeed lead to the sickbay. –Plonk-ing his helmet on the chair by the bed, the Dark One laid down on the groaning cot for a nice nap.

Meals with the straw-hatted captain Luffy were apparently quite festive. The boy alone rivaled the antics that several Minions reached when they ate. The rest of the crew seemed to prefer eating in silence, although this tended to change into argument when their captain tried to steal food.

The Overlord could do naught but stare at the ensuing chaos whilst he consumed his delicious victuals. It did remind him of home –the chaos, not the food-, a bit. The yelling and swearing made him think of the little buggers that followed him everywhere.

"So will you join our crew?" The young captain had approached Steve while he had been lost in thought. Startled by the question, the armored man blinked.

"Like hell you're asking him!" Simultaneously, a kick, a staff, and two punches connected with the youth and sent him flying.

The long-nosed marksman, Usopp, gazed into nothing in particular; "He would make a good distraction in an emergency, though…"

"You want him to join?" The orange-haired girl seemed to find this particularly shocking.

"I'm just thinking about the strategic possibilities! With his armor, he already has a high defense, and with his abilities and stature he'd keep the attention of anybody for a good length of time!"

The Overlord had to agree with that last point, people did seem to notice him in a fight. He had even used this tactic a few times, distracting his enemy while the Minions flanked.

"We can't just let every random guy join, though."

"Fair enough, but I'm thinking strategic value."

"Usopp, answer me one question. If you turned a corner and walked into me, what would you do?"

"Eh, I'd probably say, 'Hi, Nami'."

"And if you walked into him?"

"I'd… uh…"

"Scream like a little girl and run away."

"Hey!"

Ignoring the irritated protest of the marksman, Nami turned back to the armored man. "So we won't allow you into the crew! You're kind of creepy!"

"… I wasn't going to accept…"

"Oh. Well, if you were going to, you couldn't have." Sheepishly, the woman sat back down. The captain recovered from the earlier attack, and stood next to the Overlord once again.

"What! Why wouldn't you join us?"

"Responsibilities. I need to find Devil Fruits."

"Aw~… they don't have Devil Fruits where you came from?"

"No. We have magic instead."

That statement, the Overlord suspected, would have been laughed at if he hadn't summoned his sword earlier.

"Say! Could you teach me some of your magic?" The captain leaned forward, eagerly.

"Afraid not; it requires certain… items." Items that the Overlord had to bust his butt to find back when he was avenging the 'death' of the previous Dark Lord. He wasn't highly inclined to offload their capabilities.

"Aw… how long will you be with us, then?"

"I do not know. Until I find a way back home, and a Devil Fruit."

"How did you get here in the first place?" This time it was the orange-haired girl, Nami. "We've fallen out of the sky before, but there were no clouds around when you did."

What do clouds have to do with it? "The gem that shattered transported me."

"Oh… then it breaking was a bad thing?"

"Very."

The shipwright muttered something about his boat breaking, before he left the dining room. Steve had his suspicions about the shipwright's agitated demeanor, and Franky had bee giving him a dirty look every few minutes. Contemplative, the Overlord rose to his feet.

The grin on Luffy's face fell. "Is something wrong?"

"I must try something. Excuse me."

There had been what looked like temporary patching done over where he had crashed the other day. The ship didn't seem to be made from a common type of wood, so it seemed safe to assume that the wood was uncommon, even rare; something that could not be replaced cheaply, in short.

Opening the pouch he had set by his bed, Steve withdrew a small scroll. He dimly remembered being told that it was good for three spells, meaning he had one or two still workable…

Franky growled to himself as he stood over the crater in the deck. That bastard came out of nowhere, damaged the ship made from expensive-ass material, and they're treating him like a pal... Kneeling in front of the crater, the shipwright lightly touched one of the shattered planks of Adam-wood.

After a few seconds, the crater began glowing. Withdrawing his hand from the damaged wood, the shipwright leaned into the crater curiously.

-Whonk -

Clutching his face, Franky fell on his arse. Did the floor just hit me in the face?

Once he recovered from the initial shock and pain, the shipwright looked back at the crater. Rather, where the crater had been, as all that was there now was the temporary patching he had put in; the damage itself was completely gone.

In the sickbay, the Overlord removed most of his armor and set it next to the cot; the dinner had made him sleepy, and the repair incantation drained the very last of his mana. As it was, he had barely managed to repair the hole he'd made; the other damages on the ship would have to be done later, or manually.

For the first time in this dimension, the Overlord fell asleep without being knocked unconscious or passing out. It was a nice feeling.

(Begin end A/N)
Because of the whole crew-separation shtick going on in One Piece, my knowledge on how the characters interact and their personalities has faded somewhat. It probably doesn't help that my stories are lacking where dialogue is concerned.

Really? Nobody has guessed correctly what fiction Realm A is from? Very will, I shall deposit a hint: the fiction would belong in the category 'TV Shows'.
(End End A/N)