danyellaskyler

Title: New Adjustments
Fandom: One Piece
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: Livejournal, or Fanfiction.Net
Rating: PG
Genre(s): Humor/Romance
Pairing(s): Sanji/Zoro mentions
Summary: Zoro wakes up with some changes. So now the Strawhats have to make some adjustments.
Beta: Bronze Tigress
Warnings: Genderswitch, which will never be explained. Ever.
Disclaimer: Checks reality meter (It's remarkably Magic Eight Ball shaped). Do I own One Piece? Nope still the right reality. Go eat a tuna sandwich instead. Damn.

Part Six
Bathroom Break Please?!

Word Count: 682

Ace, through trial and error, experience, and excellent memory had developed a sort of routine for these show and tell visits to his grandpa. Pretty much, as soon as Garp was distracted, either by an unexpected nap, pirate attack, or warding off the assassin bird sent with a letter by some Captain Smoker(1), he would make himself scarce and try to glean some fun from these little trips. This time it had been a riot started by a new devil fruit user, a visiting Officer and his seven female relative's clothes suddenly disappearing and them all going from prim examples of womanhood to human shaped... well, Ace didn't want to be around them anyway.

So he was sixteen, seriously considering renewing his vow of celibacy (none of the women had been more than moderately pretty, and that one was in her forties with three daughters), and wandering the halls of the Marine Headquarters. He knew where he was going, though. He had been here once before when he was seven. One of the bathrooms on the fourth floor had a door that led out onto the wall, and from there it was just a short climb to the township that surrounded the vaulted complex.

Ace was both smart and careful enough not to sneak. Sneaking always got him caught. People, especially Marines, paid attention to people sneaking. Especially kids that were trying to avoid certain officers they were unfortunate enough to be related to through no fault of their own. So Ace was always careful not to sneak anywhere. He had never successfully snuck anywhere in his life, but when he had just casually walked out the front door of his house at eleven at night after being grounded, no one had thought to question him. Ace didn't exactly get it, but put it down to one of those things that happen when you're a D.

Going into a conference room he thought he had cut through a decade earlier, he was halfway across it before he realized that he had just walked into a potentially worse situation than the one he had so recently escaped. Grand Admiral Sengoku and Admiral Aokiji looked to have been in the middle of a meeting before he had strolled into the room.

"Um... eh-heh. Hi?" Ace bowed at the two powerful men. Men that could erase his existence if they so wished. It was times like this Ace really hated being a D.

"You are?" Sengoku asked him, with a long, penetrating look.

"Monkey D. Ace, Sir." Ace bowed again. It never hurt to be extra polite to some people.

"Garp's grandson?" Aokiji asked, looking lazily interested.

"Yes, Sir."

"Hmm... How is he?"

"Well, Sir. He's dealing with a situation on the parade grounds, Sir."

"Situation?"

"I'd rather not say, Sir." Ace shifted uncomfortably. "I'm just looking for the bathroom."

"On the fourth floor?"

"Yes, Sir." Another lesson Ace had learned was to never explain himself without prompting. He got into far less trouble that way. Even Luffy had learned that lesson.

"Have a seat." Sengoku gestured to one of the unoccupied chairs.

Tentatively, Ace sat down and eyed the two obviously skewed men. Seriously, who wears a seagull and sleep mask to a meeting?

"How old are you now?" Sengoku asked, eyeing Ace thoughtfully.

"Sixteen, Sir."

"Ah, sixteen. I remember being sixteen." Aokiji smirked at some distant memory. "I was seeing this girl my mother loathed."

"That bad?" Sengoku asked, surprised that Aokiji's mother, who had been campaigning with frightening diligence for years to marry off her one and only son, would actually hate a girl he actually dated.

"Well, she was rather promiscuous, so not what my mother wanted for a daughter-in-law. Though I did learn about birth control from her."

"Your mother, or your girlfriend?"

"Both."

Ace stared in horrified shock as the two Admirals started trading stories on ex-girlfriends of theirs in between lecturing him on birth control. Ace had no idea how they got started on that, but there you were.

Ace really hated his life sometimes. Really hated it.

(1) The explanation is that this is during the time that Smoker is exiled to Loguetown, so he's got a hobby of training mail birds since he has the time. But not just any mail birds, viciously proud mail birds that will deliver to the person the letter is to, and only the person the letter is to. They attack anyone else, and even if you are supposed to be the recipient, they still might maul you a little so you appreciate the work they went through for you.

It's a Crisis

Word Count: 864

Zoro had to hand it to Franky, he designed a really nice ship. The bathroom had to have the most comfortable tub he'd ever been in. He had been soaking in pleasantly cool water for the last two hours in an attempt to escape the extreme heat from the island they had recently entered the climate zone of.

"Oh, Zoro. What are you doing here?" Nami asked when she caught sight of the swordsman.

"Trying not to overheat. You?" Zoro sat up and draped his arms across the edge of the tub.

"The same actually. You mind if I join you?" Nami asked, shifting her weight slightly.

"Sure, go ahead. Not like there's not room." Zoro shifted further up and politely looked away as Nami disrobed and climbed in across from him.

An oddly comfortable silence descended upon them, with Zoro picking up the book of swords he had been reading earlier, and Nami obviously thinking something over. After a while though, Zoro just had to ask, "Can you look somewhere else, please?"

"What?" Nami was confused. That was random even for their crew.

"You've been staring at my breasts for the last ten minutes; can you look somewhere else for a little while?" Zoro explained. He hated being stared at while he read.

"I am not staring!" Nami exclaimed.

Zoro sighed and rubbed his temple. "Look, Nami, I know you like girls, I don't care actually, but the staring is making it hard for me to read."

"I'm not gay, Zoro."

"There's nothing wrong with liking girls, Nami." Zoro really wondered how Nami hadn't noticed that she tended to eye girls as much as guys.

"I'm still not gay," Nami insisted.

Zoro sighed again and got up. "Look, I'll talk to you later. Enjoy the water." Pulling on a robe, Zoro headed off to find somewhere else to avoid the heat. He really didn't feel like getting into a fight with Nami at the moment.

Robin shifted her massage of Franky's back to some spare hands when she went to answer the knock on her cabin door. "Nami-san?"

"Uh... sorry, can I ask you a favor?" Nami was blushing slightly as she stubbornly met Robin's thoughtful gaze.

"Of course, come in." Stepping back, the archeologist ushered Nami into the room.

"Thanks... It's going to require some touching."

Arching an eyebrow in surprise, Robin nodded her assent. She was surprised that Nami would require a favor requiring physical contact. Of all the Strawhats she was the least physically tactile member. Outside of violence or the occasional pick pocketing she almost never initiated contact. It was just one of Nami's quirks. They all knew, they just never said anything.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring or just not noticing Franky, who was looking on with interest, she reached out and put her hands on the last place Robin had been expecting. "Why are you touching my breasts?"

"I'm trying to prove Zoro wrong."

"Swordsman-san?"

Nami nodded before frowning. "Damnit! I hate it when that man's right. Thanks for your help, Robin." Smiling wanly at Robin, she turned and exited, leaving a surprised and thoughtful Robin, and a surprised and turned on Franky.

"Nami-sis and Zoro-bro have the strangest conversations," Franky commented.

"Indeed. Only imagine what would happen if they became friends."

Franky thought that comment over before his brain stuttered and he muttered, "Super," with a nosebleed.

Robin giggled before sitting back down on the bed. "Now, where were we?"

Nami walked into the galley and plopped down on a chair at the table.

"Ah, Nami-swan! What can I do for you?" Sanji gushed over the navigator.

"We need to talk." Nami really hated to do this to Sanji. He really was a sweet man under it all.

"Of course," Sanji said as he prepared her a drink.

Taking a deep breath, she just said her piece. "I'm gay."

Sanji set down his utensils, walked over to the table and took the seat next her, and gently took her hands. "I support you, Nami-chwan."

Nami blinked in surprise and gave Sanji a long stare. Sanji was actually serious. "I... Thank you, Sanji." That actually touched her more than she thought it would. So much that she actually found herself crying.

Sanji just sat there being sweetly supportive, unlike his usual fawning and sleazy self.

Robin sat down across from Zoro and calmly set down the plate of snacks she had gotten from Sanji.

Zoro opened an eye and looked at her. "What?"

"Why would Nami grope me to prove you wrong?"

Zoro lifted his head to look at Robin in surprise before realization dawned. "Oh, that. Apparently Nami didn't know she liked girls."

Robin picked up a stuffed mushroom as she thought that over. "So now she thinks she's gay?"

"I guess." Zoro shrugged. Nami's sexual identity had never really been a concern of his.

"Do you think someone should tell her she's bisexual?" Robin asked after eating a few more mushrooms.

Zoro gave her a confused look. "Why? It's not our business."

"Not to mention it's a nice little revenge against her?" Robin asked blandly.

"That too." Zoro couldn't help but smirk in return.

To Shave or Not to Shave?

Word Count: 269

Brook had experienced a great many things in his long and interesting two lives. Including waking up with a hangover, dyed strange colors, and in a barrel with a lime green monkey. So when he regained consciousness at the foot of the tree he had fallen asleep in the night before he figured he was doing good; he was ungnawed by the wildlife, knew how he got there, and had all his possessions.

After stretching, dusting himself off, and adjusting the fit of his pants complete with manly scratching, he figured he was ready to continue the walk back to the Thousand Sunny.

Walking through the small village at the bay, he hummed a tune he had been playing around with for the last couple decades. He was so happy to have a crew again. And speak of the devil, "Ah, Chopper, how are you this day?"

"I'm goo..." Chopper cut off and stared at Brook's throat.

"Something wrong?"

"Does your hair grow?"

"No, why?"

"Well, you have a beard."

"A beard? Really?" Brook asked in surprise as he lifted his hand to find that, yes, he did in fact now have a beard.

"Chopper, don't be ridiculous. That's not a beard." Zoro sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"It looks like one, though. What makes you think it's not?"

"For one, it's green. Two, it's moss. Did you sleep in a tree again Brook?"

"Why so I did, yohoho," Brook laughed, amused by his newest... plight.

"Whatever. Are you going to keep it?"

"How does it look?"

"Pretty good actually, except for the fact it's not your hair color."

Demon of the Thousand Sunny

Word Count: 152

There were days that it really didn't pay to be Zoro. Being six months pregnant, having to not just guard his belly from the wandering hands of his crew, but his captain climbing into his bed to have "baby time" was really taking its toll on Zoro. Zoro had tested the reputation of the Adam Wood that the Thousand Sunny was made of three times the previous night by throwing Luffy out of his bed and into the hallway wall. Then Sanji had had to step in and beat Luffy for him so he could get some uninterrupted sleep. Sanji!

In a demonstration of his supreme displeasure at the current state of affairs Zoro had taken to wandering the ship with his bandana covering his hair and radiating a demonic aura. Some days it just didn't pay to get up. Unfortunately, those were often the ones where you couldn't go to bed.