If I didn't have to work today this would be a challenge on posting the most amount of chapters in one day. But with my sudden migraine and obligations I am glad Alberta21stGenius helped me write this chapter. Please read and review.

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Yokai sighed as he looked at his crew mates. "Let's get them to a doctor . . ."

" That reminds me, I think the next one to join our crew should be a doctor." Fletcher said.

Yokai blinked in surprise. Did Fletcher actually say something smart? Maybe there was still some hope-

"And then I want a magician."

Yokai slumped in despair as Dorobou asked "Don't you mean a musician?"

Fletcher looked at him blankly.

"Aren't they the same thing?"

Before Dorobou could reply to that, Yokai said "Don't bother. Just carry your assistant. Where can we find a doctor, by the way?"

Dorobou got his chance to reply. " Well there is this man who ate the Scare Scare Fruit. It's a Devil Fruit that allows him to change his face into anything he wants to scare people, but he's a nice man and he knows everything from medicine to surgery to help the sick."

"What's his name?" Yokai asked.

"Sherry." Dorobou said. The monk searched his face for any sign of a trick, but the businessman was completely serious.

"Alright," Yokai sighed, carefully picking up Christopher, "Show us the way to Sherry."

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Sherry worked for a shop owner who ate a Devil Fruit that makes him scary as a fanged creature in a room with no light, only darkness.

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While the boys were getting themselves to a doctor, a small rainbow streak had arrived on an island full of scantily clad women. Though when I say small, the streak was actually the size of your average ten year old, more than large enough to knock a few things down when moving at high speed.

Crash!

And that was the end of several houses.

Shaking the brick dust off with a whine, the 'streak' now resolved itself into the form of what appeared to be . . . a dragon?

Having coated several gawking bystanders in dust, the dragon started trotting down the street, snout stuck in the air. As it passed more of the gawking bystanders, you could the sound of it sniffing. Suddenly, it sneezed violently and abruptly changed direction. Nose still in the air, it started to run.

Its target? A row of food stalls, as said stalls' owners soon found out.

And man could that dragon eat.

A pile of kebabs vanished down its gullet, the skewers shooting out of its mouth soon afterwards covered in flames. The owner of that stall ducked to avoid becoming a fiery pincushion. The dragon then decided that a crate of apples was in order. It opened its mouth and literally vacuumed up the red fruits. The stall owner was lucky not to get vacuumed up himself.

Lettuce anyone? Too bad, the dragon already ate it all. The stall was unattended at the time. How about some chicken? Whoops! Too late. The stall owner nearly got his hands bitten off attempting to save his merchandise.

Let's not even start on what happened when he accidently ate a lemon . . . Needless to say, the owner of that particular stall was traumatized for quite a while after the incident.

Say goodbye to the beef. The dragon even snatched a piece right out of the stall owner's mouth as the poor guy was trying to eat some.

By the time anyone had thought of a coherent, organised defense, the dragon had already finished his rampage in the marketplace, and was now rushing off in an apparently random direction.

Following the route that a certain wayward monk had taken while trying to escape a certain angry cook, the dragon tripped over a random barrel and ended up with his snout in the dirt. Quickly getting to his feet, he sneezed water out of his nostrils with enough force to knock several people down.

And off he went again, going with enough speed that the breeze of his passing blew up what little there was of the island women's skirts,causing shrieks of indignation in his wake.

Arriving at the dock, the rainbow-coloured dragon was enveloped in a flash of light. Suddenly quite a bit larger than he had been when he arrived, the dragon shot into the sky.

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Dorobou led the others until they reached a shabby looking alley. He walked into the alley, eyes scanning for the doorway of the place he wanted.

"Is that it?" Yokai asked, pointing down the alley.

Dorobou looked to see that there was a door in the direction that Yokai was pointing. It just happened to be the one he was looking for.

It was a wooden door with a wooden sign above it that proclaimed 'Harry's Halloween Supplies', which was fitting considering the location and the rumours about the store. Since he was carrying the unwieldy form of his assistant, Dorobou was unable to knock. This wasn't a problem, though, since Yokai (carrying Christopher) simply cajoled Fletcher into doing it by promising that Christopher would 'make him lots of meat' later.

Dorobou got the feeling that Yokai would regret those words for some reason . . .

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After Fletcher knocked, they didn't have to wait long before the door creaked open slightly, revealing a-

"Awesome . . ." Fletcher breathed, staring starry-eyed at the man's face, "That's a cool mask!"

The man glared, eyes a glowing red. He looked like a vampire, sharp fangs sticking out from the top of his mouth.

"Whaddya want?" he asked gruffly in a rough, raspy voice. Catching sight of Dorobou, he continued "Payment aint due 'til next week."

Then he shut the door in their faces.

After taking a few moments to collect himself, Yokai asked Dorobou "When you said he ate a Devil Fruit, why didn't you warn us what he looked like?"

Dorobou replied "I've only ever dealt with Sherry. I've never met the guy before now."

Squaring his shoulders, Yokai got Fletcher to knock once more.

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This time, the door opened fully to reveal a kindly-looking old man with short bushy gray hair. He smiled at them.

"You kids must be pretty brave to stick around. That was my scariest face. Come in, come in, you've earned it." he said.

Fletcher rushed inside, followed closely by Dorobou. Yokai trailed behind them, looking closely at their surroundings.

Whoever this man was he was good at making his place illuminate with yellow light and kept everything dusted. Ahead of where the door was there was a stretcher, a bed looking thing that could also be moved to carry injured or sick people. On the upper right a lot of noise was being made that could not be recognized by any of the boys.
"My name is Harry," the man said, "as you can probably guess from my sign outside. Unfortunately, I am not in business at this time of year, so no Halloween supplies are currently available. Seeing as I've already had Sherry pay this week's installment . . ." this was directed at Dorobou, " . . . and since you appear to be carrying badly injured men . . . Sherry! Come out here!" Harry yelled suddenly, causing the boys to flinch. The strange noises from upstairs ceased. A couple of moments later, a woman appeared, looking a little nervous and annoyed.

"Yes?" she said questioningly.

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So this was 'Sherry'.

Although Dorobou was friends with Harry he couldn't say the same about Sherry. Her hair was silver and so silky it made every women jealous of what kind of shampoo she uses. She wore a black corset looking dress with a blue skirt sewn with white trimming. She may look like a normal girl with long clean hair but her eyes were mostly blinking as if trying to cover her strange coloured blue eyes.

Her eyes seemed to be every shade of blue at once, from the deepest darkest navy to the palest watery sky blue, even including the stormy grey- and green-blues of the sea in all weathers.

They stared at her. She blinked blankly back at them. Fletcher, of course, broke the silence.

"Your eyes are pretty! Are you the doctor?" he exclaimed, invading the woman's personal space.

" I am the doctor. Are you here because your sick, injured, or just don't feel well?"

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with him." Yokai said, looking annoyed.

It was more or less true. In comparison to his cook and Dorobou's assistant, Fletcher was a-okay. Sure, he had a great big cut on his arm and had multiple bruises, but he was conscious and acting like his usual energetic self.

Sherry took a slight step back to see Fletcher better, pushing his face away with a finger to his forehead. Out of nowhere, she produced a large bag of medical supplies. The businessman and the monk blinked as Fletcher's arm was suddenly all bandaged up, a lollipop protruding from their captain's mouth.

Sherry then went around Fletcher, coming up to examine the deadweights that Dorobou and Yokai were carrying. Her eyes flicked back and forth. "Put him on the bed and I'll see to him." she said finally, pointing at Rodroy.

Yokai had no doubt in his mind now that Sherry could heal anyone of them. All it took was a few heavy lifting steps towards the bed and put Rodroy gently down to reduce the risk of him being injured. When he was done Sherry put her hands over him with something strange happening to her ears.

Both Yokai and Dorobou (who was holding Christopher) stared in disbelief as the tips of her ears seemed to lengthen to a point, like those of an elf or fairy.

Dorobou and Yokai looked at each other, their expressions conveying the silent message, 'Did you see what I saw?'

It was hard to know who was healing Fletcher's crew and Rodroy. Even in this world very little people knew about fairies; the fact of the matter was only one person in the whole room knew about them and he was unconscious in Yokai's arms. Fletcher believed she ate a devil fruit while Yokai was under the impression she was protected by some kind of spirit.

Dorobou was merely confused as to how he hadn't noticed such a thing before in his dealings with the woman. But at the moment he was too worried about his assistant to say anything. Yokai didn't want to anger any spirits, so he kept his trap shut too.

And so, it was left to Fletcher to open his big mouth and point out the obvious.

"Your ears are pointy . . ." the captain said, staring.

Sherry blushed in angry embarrassment.

"That's so cool! I want pointy ears too!" Fletcher said. Harry stared at him as Sherry froze.

"What kind of Devil Fruit did you eat?" Fletcher continued, eyes sparkling.

Sherry's shoulder's slumped a little and she unfroze, going back to working on Rodroy. Deciding to ignore everyone else, she distracted herself by focusing on the man's . . . odd choice of apparel. Her hands worked on automatic as she tried to fathom what need a man would have of sparkly high heels.