Golf Cart of Troublemakers

A/N: So I was originally going to add this to my unpublished story Trouble's Only A Cheese-Cracker Away but ultimately decided something like this deserves to be a one-shot.

Warnings: AU, language, ooc.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, or its characters. …Nor do I own a golf cart. *dejected sigh*

golf cart
noun
1. a small motorized vehicle for golfers and their equipment
2. a small motorized vehicle idiots and troublemakers use to cause chaos and, ultimately, tip the cart over; destroying the poor thing

It was another boring and uneventful day at Trafalgar Law's place. There was no destructive and bipolar redhead named Kidd to cause chaos with; no soft, large polar bear-like friend to keep him busy; and the hyperactive idiot who couldn't pronounce Law's first name correctly was out of town with his group of friends. So the surgeon was left, bored and alone, at his house with no action whatsoever. It wasn't like he enjoyed the silence, it was just that some days he preferred the Maniacal Life rather than the Quite Life.

And today he desperately wished for the Maniacal Life to save him from boredom.

But, like always, he never got what he wished for.

So he sat at his table where the 8 a.m. sunlight softly warmed his skin and rested his head in his arms; finally able to fall asleep from his accumulated sleep deprivation.

It was around one o'clock when he awoke from his dreamless sleep, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he released a large yawn. Focusing his attention out the window, he rested his head in his hand and watch as birds and bees flew by his house without so much as a care in the world. He distantly wondered what it was like to be a bird, but quickly dismissed the thought.

He continued to stare out the window and gave a quiet sigh. There wasn't much to see outside, he didn't exactly have a 'great view' where he lived. His eyes scanned the never-changing environment. Cut green grass, birds flying by, fluffy clouds drifting happily, Ace going nuts in a golf cart, the trees swaying– wait, what?

Ace?

Going nuts?

In a golf cart?

And Law wasn't invited?!

Oh no no no no. No.

One does not simply go nuts in a golf cart and not invite their best friend.

Oh, there would be hell to pay.

But for now, there was chaos to bring.

Jumping from his chair, Law ran as quickly as he could to the front door; grabbing only his gloves as he exited his house. "Ace, what the–"

"Law! There you are! I was wondering when you'd come out! Jump on, we're already late!" Law sprang into the vehicle and looked at the freckled male beside him.

"Late for what?"

Ace gave a smirk that could only spell trouble, "We have a destructive meeting with Lady Chaos in two minutes. I hope you're ready for this…" And Ace's smirk grew to a grin as he carefully set his backpack in the back. "Because we are about to a unleash the hounds of hell and bring a reign of terror to the golf course."

Honestly, even though they were currently running for their lives from the cops, Law was having probably one of the best days ever. When Ace had told him earlier that they had a destructive meeting with Lady Chaos, he though the male meant they were going to cause a little damage here and there and terrorize the golfers. Surprisingly, that wasn't what happened.

Ace managed to destroy the whole. damn. golf field.

Of course, it all started out as little pranks. Doing donuts on the grass, hiding the flags so the golfers didn't know what direction to swing. When they utterly destroyed the poor golf cart – they were going a liiitle too fast down a hill doing donuts and, well, you get the idea – they went onto painting the hubcaps of everyone's car in the parking lot. When they go bored of that, they set up mini explosives – Law was wondering why Ace was carrying that backpack so carefully the whole day – in the holes on the field and rigged them to blow when the ball fell in. Nothing big, not at all. Just explosions big enough to destroy a small hot-wheel car or so. It was enough to destroy the ball and scare the golfers.

Until one of them went horribly wrong.

Apparently Ace had added a liiiitle too much gunpowder to one of the explosives.

One thing led to another.

And before they knew it, the golf field was in ruins with the two of them standing in the middle of all the ruin.

Ace nearly had a stroke because he was so damn happy to see such a big explosion and to see everything burst to flames.

Law nearly had a heart attack from the surprise of it all.

But in the end, it was utterly hilarious. Because no one got hurt, and they caused ultimate destruction without even meaning to.

After running for two hours from Smoker and nearly getting a few times, Ace and Law were back where they started: Law's house.

"Well, I think that went pretty well," Ace mused, mirth practically oozing from the sentence.

"It definitely went better than expected," Law answered, unlocking his front door. "We should do this again. Soon."

Ace smiled mischieviously. "As soon as I manage to snatch another golf-car, I'm picking you up."

Law gave a smile equally mischevious. "Sounds like a plan."

The fun hadn't ended there, though.

The next day, both Ace and Law practically died when they saw the headlines in the newspaper.

Grand Line's Golf Course Reduced To Rubble
Who did it...and why?

A/N: So. Yeah. I totally broke my word and snuck on here to upload this. I STILL can't update my other stories yet, but I'm working on it. Anyway, hope you guys found this...somewhat...amusing. I know it's not all that funny, but eh. Oh well. And thank you for all the reviews for the previous chapter! And thanks for all the creepy stories, too! :D If you have a story like this you want to share, I'm aaaallll ears. ;)

Have a great morning/afternoon/evening!

Your ice elemental,
~roo the psycho