Author's Note: Okay, I know I said that I wouldn't start any more fanfictions unless I finished (or at least mostly finished) my other two. But I had this sudden burst of inspiration and, well, couldn't help myself. Just to let you know, I'm still working on "Animal Guardians" and "Idiot Blonde and the School Witch." I'm somewhere in the middle of "Chapter Twelve" in "Animal Guardians" (though, I'm also kind of having a bit of writer's block).

Just as a head's up, this crossover takes place Pre-Water 7 (in One Piece) and Pre-Tokyo Reservoir (in Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles). There will most likely be spoilers here.

So, other than that, I hope you enjoy this prologue for my new crossover. Please, review and let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is welcomed!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. It is owned by CLAMP. I also do NOT own One Piece as it is owned by Eiichiro Oda.

Prologue

Sanji inhaled deeply on his cigarette before letting out a long breathe of smoke. "Jeez, these guys sure look friendly." He said, taking note of the very gruff, very armed pirates glaring at them.

"This place is very much like Mock Town," Robin stated, "so we can expect to find plenty of other pirates here as well."

Slapping her palm to her face, Nami groaned, "Ugh! Please, Robin, don't remind me of Mock Town."

The archaeologist chuckled. "Ah, that's right. Captain-san and Swordsman-san got into a fight, that time, ne?"

"I said 'Don't remind me!'" Nami yelled.

A few days back, the Straw-hat crew had arrived back to the Blue Sea from Skypiea. Recovering from the shock of crashing from hundreds of feet to the sea and the lingering awe the sky island had left upon them, the pirates had then their ship in the direction that the log pose was pointing. Unfortunately for them (at least in Nami and Usopp's point-of-views), the town they had sailed their ship, the Going Merry, to was a place where strong, mean-looking pirates ran rampant—an almost exact replica of Mock Town. After discussing it for some time, it was agreed that Chopper and Usopp would stay on the ship while Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, and Robin would go into town to restock on the supplies.

This however, did not faze Luffy in the slightest. "This is going to be great!" He grinned wide. "I bet this place is going to be so much fun!"

"Wait just a minute, there, Luffy!" Nami shouted at her captain. "We're only here because we need the log pose to be reset, and we have no idea how long that's going to take! So, for goodness sake, don't cause any trouble while we're here!"

Zoro let out an indignant snort. "Well, that's funny. Weren't you screaming at us to fight back in Mock Town?"

"You shut up!"

Squinting suspiciously at the fishmonger, Sanji pointed at row of fish lying wide-eyed on the stand (and giving off a very peculiar smell even as far as fish went). "Don't lie to me!" He growled. "I know fresh when I see it, and these most certainly aren't!"

"They're the best catch of the day, I'll have you!" The fishmonger snapped.

"'Best catch of the day,' huh?" Sanji retorted. "Well, in that case, I'd hate to see the worst catch of the day, because there is no way I'm going to let my precious Nami-san and Robin-chan eat this crap!"

"What's that?"

Luffy, who had been staring at the fish for quite some time now, grabbed one by the tail before stuffing it whole into his mouth. "Desh prerry good do mi (1)." He said, chewing on it.

"Luffy!"

"Hey, that's my merchandise!"

Robin laughed as both the cook and the fishmonger tried to wrench the half-eaten fish out of Luffy's mouth.

"Hey, did you hear?"

"Another ship set sail to Angler Island, and no one's seen or heard from them since…"

Robin, who had spent most of her life on the run, had always found herself listening in on the gossip around her. Currently, she felt her ears prick with interest at this bit of conversation.

"Well, what do you expect? There's nothing but bad luck on that island."

One man let out a resigned sigh. "Still, the thought of there being treasure in that place, well, it's tempting, you know?"

Robin let out a small grin. "Treasure," he had said. No doubt Navigator-san would like this bit of information. Striding towards the two conversing men, she said, "Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear. Would you mind telling me a bit more about this 'Angler Island?'"

"Dammit!" A lean man with slick, thin hair slammed his fist onto the desk. His subordinate, who had been unfortunate to deliver the message, stiffened considerably at his captain's very loud (and rather shrill) exclamation. "So the Joey Pirates failed, as well?"

"W-well, that seems to b-be the consensus, sir," His subordinate stammered, lamely. "After all, they had set sail about a month ago, and, well, no one's seen them, since, sir!"

A vein pulsed on the captain's face; he looked ready to explode once more, when he took a deep breath and sat down. "Well, I knew I shouldn't have expected much from them!" He shouted. "I mean, the idiots all wore over-sized shoes just so that their captain wouldn't feel bad about having large feet!"

Raising a hand tentatively, his subordinate murmured, "Um, Captain Posy, sir, maybe you don't have to shout as much, now?"

But Captain Posy was crouched over on the floor, gloom setting in. "Yes…I know…" He muttered, forlornly. "Posy is a terrible name…!"

"Ah, no! It's a great name, Captain, sir!" His subordinate waved his hands in desperate reassurance.

"Captain!" A voice called out from the hallway. A second later, a man slammed open the door, shouting out, "Captain, I have news!"

"What is it, now?" Posy shouted back, having recovered from his temporary depression.

"Captain!" The man saluted. "There was someone else who was asking about Angler Island, just now!"

Posy gave a loud snort. "Oh, they were, were they? They're probably part of another third-rate crew!"

"Well, actually, Captain Posy—

"I know…" The captain reverted once more to his crestfallen pose. "It's such a horrible name!"

"Captain!" Both his men cried out.

"Captain Po—I mean, sir," The second subordinate said, "I was just going to say that the woman who was asking about Angler Island is actually one of Straw Hat Luffy's nakama."

At that, Posy looked up in interest. "Eh?" He cried out. "Straw Hat Luffy, you say?"

"Yes, Captain!"

Immediately, Posy stood up, giving off an oily smile. He yelled out, "All right, men! I want you to keep an eye on the Straw Hats! When they leave port, let me know, at once!"

"Yes, Captain Posy!"

Playing with the dust on the floor, the man muttered, "Why did I have to live my life with that name…?"

"Angler Island?" Zoro had repeated dubiously.

It was late afternoon and everyone had returned to the ship. As Sanji had begun preparing dinner, Robin had decided to tell the crew what she had learned.

"Yes." She nodded. "According to the stories, a little over seven hundred years ago, a man by the name of Garten Asher was a pirate, who from his pillaging and raiding, gathered together a large amount of treasure. Then, one day, he and his crew went to Angler Island where they left the treasure they had so earnestly collected. However, he did not leave it unguarded.

"Apparently he and his men left the treasure somewhere in a set of tunnels where they made various traps, preventing anyone from going near it. To this day, it is said that no one has ever laid their hands it. In fact, it is said that no one who has set foot on the island has ever come back."

As Robin finished, she found that her audience was staring at her, speechless. Nami's eyes had practically turned into beri signs at the word "treasure". Usopp and Chopper, however, were both shaking in fear; apparently they did not like the idea of going to an island full of traps. Luffy, on the other hand, was grinning widely, his aura seeming to sparkle with excitement. "Traps, huh? Sounds dangerous!"

"For an island with such a bad reputation, why does it have such a mild name?" Sanji asked, dumping a bowl of chopped vegetables into his soup.

"The idea is that it's like the fisherman using bait to catch a fish," Robin replied, "Though I prefer to think of it as the deep-sea angler fish, luring in smaller fish before eating them."

Usopp, who already looked disinclined to go near such a place, was now in hysterics. Turning towards Luffy, he exclaimed, "Oi, Luffy! I'm getting my 'If-I-go-to-Angler-Island-I'll-die' disease!"

Luffy however, still smiling, paid no attention to Usopp's outburst. "I see. So, it's a fish island! Sounds tasty!"

"Death, Luffy!" Usopp shrieked. "That island means death!"

Nami then sighed heavily as she said, "You know, even if we decide to go to Angler Island, we might not be able to find our way there."

At this, her captain stopped, staring at her with wide eyes. "Huh? Nami, why not?"

"It's the log pose, Luffy," Nami said, "when it's reset, it might not actually point to Angler Island."

"No fair!" He cried out. "Make it point to Angler Island!"

"Quit asking for the impossible, Luffy!" Nami snapped, impatiently.

Robin chuckled at their bickering, before speaking up, "Actually, I thought that would be a possibility, so I asked around and ended up getting a certain something." At that moment, a hand appeared out of her bag, holding up a small object. "It was this." She said, putting it on the table.

Nami gasped. "Is that a—

The archaeologist nodded. "A black Den Den Mushi"

Indeed, it was. Fitted in something that was shaped like a wrist-watch, the black Den Den Mushi peered up at the Straw-Hats, before turning its gaze to the left.

Recovering from her surprise, the navigator said, "Well, that's all very well and good. But aren't those things just used to intercept calls? How is that going to help us get to Angler Island?"

"If you notice, Navigator-san," Robin replied, "The Den Den Mushi is looking towards a specific direction."

The crew took another glance at it. "Hey, you're right." Sanji remarked.

"Why's it doing that?" Chopper asked, curiously.

"From what I understand," She answered, "There is something about Angler Island that attracts this kind of Den Den Mushi. What that would be, no one knows."

"Hey, cool!" Luffy exclaimed in awe. "So it's like the South-bird we got from Jaya!"

"Very much so, Captain-san."

"Yosh!" Luffy punched his fists into the air. "Everyone! It's decided! We're to sail to Angler Island!"

"Wait a minute!" Usopp protested. "What about all the dangerous traps Robin was talking about?"

"I know!" Luffy grinned. "I bet they're going to be so much fun!"

Knowing he was not getting anywhere with his captain, the sniper turned to Nami, saying, "Oi, Nami! Talk some sense into him!"

Unfortunately for him, Nami's thoughts were once more on the promised treasure. Eyes sparkling, she waved dismissively at him. "Ah, Usopp, you worry too much! I mean, as long as we have the boys to protect us, we should be just fine!"

Usopp sputtered at her in disbelief. "N-nami…!"

"Ow!" Kurogane yelped in pain, his hands flying to his backside. He turned to glare at a certain blonde, who only smiled foolishly as he held out the offending arrow.

"Damn it, mage!" He snapped. "Give me a little more warning, next time!"

Fai D. Flourite tilted his head at him. "Eh, next time? Does that mean that when we face off once more against an army of three-foot tall trolls, you're going to be shot in the rear, again?"

Mokona giggled. "In the rear…!"

"Shut it!" The ninja yelled, his face turning beet-red.

It had been two days since Syaoran, Sakura, Fai, Kurogane, and Mokona had arrived in a new world, and found themselves in the midst of ruins, weeds and ivy choking the ancient stones, with absolutely no people in sight. No people except for the waist-high, grey-skinned and balding trolls that had almost at once set upon them with claws, teeth, spears, and clubs. A few minutes later, the group had sat down amidst the pile of unconscious trolls, discussing what their next course in action would be.

"Mokona, do you sense a feather?" Syaoran had asked.

The small white creature had frowned in concentration before replying, "I sense something over in that direction." It had pointed towards the forest, which even in the peak of day looked dark and ominous.

After resting for the night, Sakura had insisted that she'd go with them in search of the feather. Syaoran had been very reluctant to let her come with them as they had no idea what sort of dangers they would face in the forest, but Fai had stated, "I don't think she's going to be safe here, even if she has one of us to protect her. We don't know whether or not those trolls will come back, and if they do, they'll likely return with more friends of theirs—and probably a vengeance as well."

Syaoran knew he had a point. And so, steadfast with determination (or in Kurogane's case, bloodlust), the group had strode forth into the forest to retrieve the princess's lost memory. It had not even been an hour when they had found themselves face-to-face with the first wave of angry trolls.

Slowly and painstakingly, they group had fought their way deeper into the forest, with Fai dodging and whacking the trolls on the head with a staff he had taken from one of their fallen and Kurogane and Syaoran swinging their swords at them. Even Sakura had tried to help, arming herself with a tree-branch lying around on the ground. Finally, they had found themselves in a clearing where a pot-bellied troll, with an all-too-large golden crown sitting on his head, had been lounging on a stone throne and clenching a very familiar-looking white feather in his hand. Upon seeing the humans, the troll king had stood up, giving a loud shriek, which may have been an order for his guards to attack, as the group had once more found themselves in the midst of battle.

"I no let you take magic feather!" The troll king had cried out. "Magic feather mine! Make me powerful! Make me king! Make me—

"Oh, would you shut up?" Kurogane had snapped, hitting the troll king on the head with Souhi's hilt; during the troll's monologue, the ninja and his comrades had overcome the guards very swiftly, giving them plenty of time to reach their king.

Unfortunately, at least for Kurogane, one of the guards must have still been conscious, for while Syaoran had let the feather fade into Sakura's chest, the ninja had felt something excruciatingly sharp pound into his back. To add insult to injury, the arrow had been stuck into none other than his backside!

At the moment, Syaoran, who was holding an unconscious Sakura in his arms, glanced up at his teacher, concerned. "Kurogane-san, are you going to be all right?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The ninja demanded.

"Don't worry, Syaoran-kun. Other than that stab to his warrior pride," Fai chuckled, "Kuro-rin is perfectly fine!"

"I said, 'Shut it' already!" Kurogane shouted into the mage's ear.

It was at that moment that a series of high-pitched shrieks echoed from within the forest. The comrades, still weary from their last battle, glanced at each other, aware of the danger that was coming.

"The trolls." Syaoran said, clutching his princess protectively.

Kurogane cursed, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. "Damn things don't know when to give up."

"Hyuu…" Fai remarked. "This isn't good. And with Sakura-chan out cold, we're probably going to be fighting an even harder battle." He paused; then, "Well, I suppose there's only one thing to do."

Syaoran nodded, understanding what Fai meant. Kurogane, however, catching sight of the approaching trolls, let out a manic grin as he unsheathed his sword. "All right, then. Let's go!"

"Good idea!" The mage grinned. Turning towards Mokona, he said, "Mokona, if you please…?"

"You got it!" The white creature saluted before jumping up into the air and growing wings. "Here we go!" It exclaimed, its mouth gaping wide open.

"Hey! Wait a minute-!" Kurogane protested as he felt himself being sucked into the swirling wide vortex.

Within two seconds, the group had vanished.

Author's Note: Well, what did you think? I know, the villain is a little ridiculous, but then, in One Piece, they usually are. Again, please, review!

(1) Translation: "Tastes pretty good to me."