Hello friends! I bet all of you had forgotten about me, the neglectful author that doesn't follow through with her stories, but I'm back! And I'm feeling fresh! So fresh, in fact, that I am bringing you another fanfic, only, it will be another typical, 'OC falls into anime/manga' in this case, my favorite, One Piece! It will probably be a Mary sue, no matter how much I try to make it otherwise, I will do my best to make it original, so if you think that a part is too Mary sue, leave a review below, and tell me what I can do to fix it! So, with no further ado, let's get started!

Luffy: AnimangaManiac20000 does not own One Piece! . . . Meat! Where is my meat!

Me: It is in the pantry, Luffy.

Luffy: MEAT!

Chapter 1: Died and gone to... OP?

(Tsukino's POV)

"Hey, Tsukino, are you going with me to get ice cream?" Akane asked me. Akane is a beautiful girl with collarbone length red hair, sort of like Shanks from my favorite anime. She is tall and has a moderate bust, and in all reality, she is the package deal, the sort of girl that any guy dreams of. I am pretty, I know I am, but between my freakish piercing green eyes and my ocean blue hair, the title freakish really fits me. And before you ask, yes, the blue hair grows naturally that way.

"Sure, I finished all of the One Piece anime episodes out so far, and I read the last updated manga last week, so I think I'm all set." I replied, grabbing my bag and wallet, knowing Akane would forget her money again. Let me say it flat out, I'm an otaku. It is the comfort I have in my life of misery.

"Jeez Tsukino! You're 15 for heaven's sake! As orphans, we need to look out for each other, not ignore each other by immersing ourselves in manga and anime! Go out there! Get a social life, party! Date! We're at the peak of our youth!" She told me. We were walking down the street to get to the ice cream store, and I could feel the stares and hear the neighbors pulling the blinds closed as we passed.

"That is for normal people! Not freakish ones like me! Date? Who would? Party? I'd rather die than make nice with all the people who treat me like I'm not human." I have always been able to see things days to weeks before it happens, there's a catch though, I see it as if I didn't exist, I never see myself in these things, I can only stand by and watch, waiting until it finished playing. I can use clues in the 'visions' as Akane likes to call it, to figure out when the things happen, it also shows me the past of people who I am currently touching, or have touched, but that happens 1 of 100 times and is uncontrollable. I don't see everything and it doesn't happen too often, it isn't like haki, and I can't use it at will. Because of this, in this town I am the labelled a freak and outcast. Only Akane hangs out with me, and though people here hate me, everyone loves her, so they let her do what she wants. My gift extends as far as reading minds and what I mentioned before, but I try my best to avoid using it, because my power ends up giving me migraines that cause extreme physical pain and invading people's privacy is against my morals.

"Why can't you just realize that you're special, not freakish? Those that say otherwise don't know what they're talking about. You're as special as you are pretty. And you, my dear, are gorgeous."

"Please, I'm hardly gorgeous." I reply. By this time we were outside of the ice cream parlor.

"And you're like a fish under water! Who else can hold their breath for so long!" She continued, blatantly ignoring me.

"Maybe I am a fish, at least they won't outwardly express their distaste for me. We're here."

"Aw crap, I forgot my wallet, will you pay?" She then proceeded to bring out the puppy eyes.

"Sure, but next time you will pay."

"Of course! When have I not decided to pay?"

"…"

"On second thought, don't answer that." Akane, oh Akane, I love ya to bits, but you can be such a flake.

After we got our ice cream, we sat at an open window seat for two that let the bright, warm sun shine through the glass. As we ate, we chatted about daily things, school, boys(Akane talked, I listened) and had a really typical day, then, everything went white.

"Everyone! This is a hold up! Put your hands in the air and put your money on the table! Don't talk! You! Where's your money? Give it here!" He was pointing his gun at Akane. Where are the signs, the clues? The clock, 3:31. The calendar, March 9th... But that's today!

"I-I don't have any money to give you. It wasn't my day to buy." She said, freaking out.

"Eh? No money?" The man was tall, clad in black and tan. "Then you are of no use to me." What…no. NO!

BANG, BANG, THUMP!

"AKANE!"

"..kino. Tsu… Tsukino! Tsukino, are you alright? You just blanked… oh. Was it a vision? What was this one about?" She asked curiously.

"What time is it?" I asked. I don't want Akane to die. I owe her so much! She was dead. I saw her, head on the table, blood everywhere. Two shots, one in the head, the other in the chest. It was truly a horrendous sight.

"It's 3:26, why?" She looked confused, and I didn't blame her.

"Akane, I just want to say, thank you, thank you so much for being there for me, you believed in me when no one else would, and you are the best friend that anyone could possibly ask for. Your birthday is coming up soon, right? Here is the cash on me right now, you can have my money at home, too. Be sure to live on and be happy, and remember that beauty is what you make of it, not what others make of it. You are the sun, remember to shine in the darkest of times, okay? You've been doing it for so long, it'll be easier than you think."

"Tsukino, what are you talking about? You're acting like I'm gonna die. Don't worry so much. You must be a little confu-"

"Oh my! Look at that hunk! Akane!" I said cutting her off. I intentionally gave her a lingering look, borerline strange and said, "Oh gosh, your hair! And your eyeliner is smudged. Here, these are the things out of place. I'll distract the cutie." I unfolded a napkin and wrote a short will and a goodbye letter, then I folded it and wrote a list of superficial things that would take a while to fix up, then I glanced at the clock, 3:29. "Now get going! Hurry!" She looked surprised, but left anyway. Run Akane, thank you for everything, goodbye, my dearest friend, I'm sorry. Taking out my phone, I called 911 and urgently spoke, "Help, just listen, please help, get here as soon as possible!"

Everyone! This is a holdup! Put your hands in the air and your money on the table! Don't talk! You! Give me your money now!" the gun was pointed at me, and I knew I was going to die. Well, I might as well go out with the same amount of sass that I came in with.

"Sorry, I don't have any more money, unless you want a… dime, nickel, and a couple of pennies. Who robs an ice cream shop anyway? I mean, really, there's a bank right across the street!" I emphasized that last part just to make him feel stupid. Thank you sarcasm, I know that at least you'll always be with me.

"Che, brat! If you have no money, then you are of no use to me!" I closed my eyes, awaiting my definite fate, and I felt the searing pain for only a few short seconds.

BANG, BANG, THUMP!

"Tsukino!" The sound of police sirens and my dearest friend's melodious, yet panicked voice were the last things I heard before my world went black.

"…moto-san! Fuji… Fujimoto-san! Ahh, you're awake. What do you remember?" The boy in front of me was covered in a cloak, but his voice sounded about 5-6 years older than me. He didn't give his name, so I'll call him Mr. Death.

"Mnn, yeah. I'm Fujimoto D. Tsukino, cursed child of Takashim F. James, and Fujimoto K. Leiko. Both of whom were scientists who considered me a test subject, but died when I was age 6 in a nuclear explosion. I can't say that I loved them, but they were the closest things to parents I had gotten. Anyway, I suppose I'm dead."

"Yeah!" Mr. Death said all too enthusiastically. "Did you know when your parents tested on you, your ocean water infused DNA was activated, making water part of your system? So if you had tried, you could have breathed underwater!" He sounded way too happy.

"Like I'd experiment with that!" I yelled, mentally chopping his head.

"Hahahahahaha! You're spirited, I like that! Well now, onto important matters." He then pulled a clipboard out of… out of… Where did he get that? "Hmm. Let's see here, aha! Fujimoto D. Tsukino, age 15, orphaned at age 6, only three friends. Considered 'cursed' and likes to use the word, 'freakish'. It's rather adorable really. Back on topic, has powers so incomprehensible by regular humans that she was considered cursed and therefore branded an outcast. Heck, even her own parents were so confused they offered her up as a study subject in a lab for the first 7 years of her life. Yet, hmmm… It seems that you never stopped smiling, or being kind, you never seemed to give up on the hope that things would get better. Why is that? Because of your power, maybe? Did you see a better future for yourself?"

He looked at me, and I felt obligated to answer, to explain myself. "No. you're wrong, I did give up, once. When I got old enough to realize that my own parents thought I was cursed, I cracked inside, and when they died, even though they weren't much of parents, my world became colorless. But then I met Akane, and her strong spirit, bright smiles, and fiery hair brought color back into my life. She somehow weaseled her way into my heart, my black, cold, frozen 9 year old heart, and believed in me. She helped me find the old me, the happy, wishing, dreaming me, the one that wanted to believe, the one buried underneath the 4 years of anger, hate and sadness that had built up. And I did. I believed that maybe, just maybe, there could be hope for me, that I could be accepted by others like Akane had accepted me. If I kept on dreaming that it'd happen, if I pretended that I was happy, that it would happen for me too. But Akane has a life ahead of her, she is set. She was adopted at 12, who could say no to her adorable face. Young, beautiful, kind, important Akane, who was loyal and was loved as much as she loved.

She deserved to live, because she actually had a life, she was just kind enough to share it with me. So no, I didn't see a great future for me, I can't even see my own future! But I wanted to hope and believe that there was a great one out there just waiting for me to embrace it. Maybe I'd find a family, brothers and sisters who'd accept me, and a handsome prince who would stand by me no matter what, and we would have children and a pet or two, and have a happy fairytale ending, just like in the movies. But in the end, fate isn't kind, I learned that at age 4, again at age 7, and lastly now, at age 15."

"Hmmm. Now I see why she chose you."

"Who's She?"

"You'll meet her soon. The reason you're here is that you were meant to die." What? "There is a world where you were meant to live, almost like an alternate universe. That's why you are to be given a second chance. Not here, no. You are already dead in this world, you will be sent somewhere where you are needed, where your powers aren't out of place, where you fit in, where you were truly meant to be. Someplace, where, as you call it, the 'freakish' live out their lives normally." Mr. Death finished with a grand flourish. Are those roses I see in the background? "You will also get memories of how you lived in that world up until now, after all, it is an alternate universe. But don't worry, you get to keep your memories from here. I'll send an assistant to help you out. By the way, do you know how to fight?"

"Yeah, enough not to get me killed… Wow. Well, look how much good that did me." I nodded, "Okay, all set, so… where am I going?"

"When you get there, seek out Terry, he'll be wearing a blue hat with green polka dots. He'll teach you what you need to know about this world, and train you." He said, completely disregarding my question. "Goodnight, Tsukino, and good luck. I like you kid, so don't die too soon." He smiled, and the last thing I saw before everything went dark, again, was a kind, handsome face, with emerald eyes, smiling at me.

(Normal POV)

Tsukino sat up, looked around, and knew exactly where she was. Oh. My. Gosh. How many times have I watched the anime? How many times have I laughed over the manga? Oh, I know this place better than I knew my own world. So, I'm in One Piece. Well, at least I now know why I need to know how to fight. She thought, gaining her bearings.

She stood up and realized that she was in Shells town, where Luffy and Zoro first met. She looked around and, sure enough she saw a man approximately in his late 30s, wearing blue beret with green polka dots. The man looked her over, then looked at what seemed to be a photo before nodding and walking over to her. "You must be the kid, Tsukino. I'm Terry, I will train you and teach you for two years. Then you will make your way in the world. So, my home is that way, we should get you cleaned up." He pointed to a barren lot and recluse cottage that seemed twenty-ish acres away.

Looking over Tsukino, you could tell Terry was right, her ribcage length, dark blue hair was unkempt, her nice, smooth skin was splotched with mud and scrapes, and her clothes were pretty worn, too. Her eyes, green and lively, which seemed to be able to see right through you, looked weary and sad. She had some major cleaning up to do if she wanted to make a name for herself in this new, yet familiar world.

Kyaaaaaaaaaa!

Review down below please! Zoro will be in the next chapter. I hope you guys like the intro. For those of you that read my other story, I will be updating it, thank you for those who have waited a year for this. I had a whole bunch of ideas on that one and all of the notes got lost when I moved rooms. But I have found it now! So I will update that one super sooon!

Zoro: Review or I'll cut you.

Me: thank you Zoro, you excited for the next chapter?

Zoro: Zzzzzzzzzzz

Nami: He's out...

Me: Time to take blackmail pictures?

Nami: I have raised you so well!

Luffy: Review! Then I'll get the meat AnimangaManiac promised me.

Me: Please review, and I'll see you in the next one!