The best part of the school week, in Amy's opinion, was being able to visit Uncle Boris on her way home. Whenever he was in town at least, and not out on some adventure. He always told Amy and Vicky the best stories. She rode the bus route that led back to their neighborhood, but got off a few streets before her own home. Uncle Boris' house stood out the most, since it was the biggest one in their neighborhood, literally. The doors were taller to match his insane height, and the rest of his house's proportions were just as huge. It looked cartoonishly out of place in their relatively normal neighborhood.

"Finally." Amy muttered under her breath as her bus finally came to a stop. Vicky normally joined her, but she had basketball practice, and Amy wasn't in the mood to see other people fawn over her much more popular sister. People only liked to hang out with the two of them since their family was the head of the New Wave movement. Amy heard the sound of a large engine the moment she left the bus, causing the ground to rumble, sending vibrations up the middle schoolers legs.

The shadow of Uncle Boris' house loomed over the entire street, and was easily visible from Amy's stop. She started walking, practically bouncing with every step thanks to the vibrations her Uncle caused. After what felt like an eternity walking, Uncle Boris' lawn took up most of the street, Amy finally reached the front of his house. Her Uncle was outside, mowing his large lawn with an oversized lawn mower that he must've custom ordered. One of the wheels was as wide as Amy was tall. She stood at the entrance to the pathway with her hands on her hips.

"Uncle Boris!" Amy shouted loudly. She had a lot of practice over the years to perfect her shouting and yelling. Uncle Boris' real name was Borsalino, but Amy and Vicky spent so much time calling him 'Uncle Boris' that it stuck. He kept mowing the grass near his pathway, acting as if he hadn't heard her. "Uncle Boris!"

Uncle Boris' loud lawn mower easily overpowered Amy's voice. Amy shot him a glare, until he finally decided to turn the lawn mower off. He was wearing black shorts with a plain white shirt today, only keeping his yellow sunglasses from his regular outfit. A gray beanie hid his dark hair that still hadn't gotten a chance to gray.

"Wearing socks with sandals is a crime!" Amy yelled. Uncle Boris scratched the back of his head, until he finally decided to look down in Amy's direction.

"Amy Claire, what are you doing here?" Uncle Boris said slowly, saying each word carefully. It looked like the funny look he always had on his face was permanent. "They're easy to put on."

"They're still ugly." Amy said with a giggle. "And can't I visit my favorite uncle from another world?"

Uncle Boris leaned against the lawn mower with a sour smile. "I'm your only uncle from another world, Amy Claire, and Lexi says that supposed to be classified."

"We both know you don't actually care." Amy fired back. Uncle Boris told them everything that he did, or least he told her parents. She liked to eavesdrop on the adults when they talked.

"That's true." Uncle Boris gave her a funny look and kept scratching the back of his head. "I have lemonade inside if you're thirsty. I need to put this up." He patted the handle of the lawn mower.

Amy smiled. "Thanks, Uncle Boris!"

Spending time with Uncle Boris was better than being home alone with Mom and Dad. It was awkward, whenever she was alone with them without anyone else around. Amy walked into her Uncle's house, using the small door that was built into the much larger one. She'd have to make a quick stop by his pantry to grab some sugar, Uncle Boris' lemonade was always a bit too bitter for her taste. Victoria liked it, but she always did like anything that Uncle Boris did.

Amy was halfway down the hallway, she heard a large explosion, being knocked off of her feet by the shockwaves. She landed on the ground face first, sending a sharp pain throughout her nerves.

"Ahh!" Amy grabbed her nose, it hurt a lot. What was that? Did Uncle Boris do something stupid again? Amy felt her broken nose drip with blood. "What did you do this time, Uncle Boris!" Amy shouted. She got back onto feet unsteadily.

She left her backpack on the ground and made her way back towards the entrance. Amy swung the door open.

"What the hell was that-" Amy started and choked on her next words when her eyes landed on the bisected form of her Uncle's body on the front lawn. Several trucks that were parked in front of his house quickly sped off as the bottom part of Uncle Boris' body started to glow yellow, heading in the direction of his torso. His body was reformed in the blink of an eye, and he was back on his feet amidst his now ruined lawn. Holes from grenades and small fires ruined his dark green grass.

"Hmmm?" Uncle Boris turned towards Amy. "Sorry about that Amy Claire, it looks like one of the gangs still hasn't learned their lesson." Uncle Boris looked as relaxed as usual. He stared at her broken nose which she tried covering with her now bloodied hands. Uncle Boris' smile never left, but even Amy could tell he was mad, she spent years trying to learn to read him. "I'll be right back, Amy Claire."

Uncle Boris stuffed his hands in the pockets of his shorts and disappeared in a flash of bright yellow light. Amy groaned as she went back inside his house. Mom was definitely going to kill her, she always got mad whenever Amy got hurt around Uncle Boris. Nobody messed with Kizaru, the man who was able to take on the entire Quadrumvirate by himself and win.

Nobody.


"Around 5:00 pm earlier today, members of the Empire engaged the legendary hero, Kizaru near Monkey Lane. Reports indicate that Kaiser was spotted on the scene and was easily taken into custody." The pretty news lady on the television screen reported. Amy silently held her popsicle to her now fixed nose while Vicky kept her much stronger arms around the mousy girl. "Eyewitnesses report that Kizaru was yawning the entire time."

"Uncle Boris is so cool." Amy heard Vicky mumble under her breath. Amy nodded slowly with a wince.

"Yeah." The television screen showed some of the blurriest photos of Uncle Boris in his socks and sandals, aiming his index finger in the direction of the Empire capes. He did look bored.

"When asked by our reporters on the scene about his rampage against the Empire Eighty-Eight, Kizaru had this to say."

The television screen showed Uncle Boris at a weird angle as the cameraman struggled to meet his eyes. He still looked bored, without a care in the world.

"They ruined my lawn."

Damn you Uncle Boris.

A/N

Yeah, Fleur is still alive here, and Hero too. I enjoyed the live action adaptation of One Piece.