Me: It would either be a one-shot or a two-shot or a full blown out chapter story, idk XD. Idk XD. All is good I guess. It's just that I kinda wanted to write this for some reason or another.

Zoro: Random inspiration or something like that?

Me: … *slap fish on his face*

Zoro: *ish slapped with fish* OUC- WHAT THE HECK IS THAT FOR?

Me: Random inspiration =D

1. Strange Visitors

I supposed I could say that it would start out like any other day in New York City. I mean, it is New York City; who knows what is going on behind the curtains of tall buildings. Like how there is always the chance that some kind of scientist are making some kind of mutant turtles or rats in their labs. Or that an alien is actually among us and is somehow hiding behind a top-business façade having New York under his grasp. Maybe someone is bringing an over-sized gorilla to New York. Or how that there is a guy in blue and red tights swinging around from buildings to buildings. And there is the occasional person who can hear the voices of hearts.

Oh wait, that's me.

I remembered that as I was little, I hated going outside. I hated people practically. Because I would unintentionally hear the voices of hearts that I didn't want to listen to. It took me years to get used to it. It took me more years of my kind parents to try to convince me to get me out of the house and start going to school. And now I'm older but my ability still does give me a headache.

It was useful at times for I can always tell what my customer wants exactly (I owned a pastry shop), even if they didn't know it as well. It would've frightened them and they would forever never appear in my shop again; or it would've warmed their hearts and I would have them as regular customer every time. Usually, I would frighten them out of my life. But the shop is thriving; but I just announced myself as the wonders of New York City. Well, freaks as most would say.

People would then have heard of me and my powers, asking for help on what decisions they should make on one of their tragic points of life; asking me what they should do. I would kick them out. If they got really persistent, then I would truthfully tell them what the voices of their heart said. They either thanked me; or rather that they would be infuriated and cusses 24/7 at how I am a witch who didn't understand anything. Since it would be bad for business if people kept telling others that the owner is a witch, I tried kicking them out more often and became more persistent of their pleading. It is not my fault that there are those who denied what their heart is telling them, no matter how painful it is.

So I get strange visitors every day; nothing new. Heck, I wouldn't be surprise if 6 feet cockroaches came into my shop drinking French coffee.

So, it is safe to say that these two specific visitors gave me little to no shock whatsoever.

It was the middle of the night and I was so blissfully sleeping the nighttime away. And trust me on this one; not even an earthquake can deter my heavenly slumber. But apparently, if you flash some light on my face; that would wake me up. For some reason, I could not sleep when there is even a weak shine of light in the room.

So the sudden big flash of light that randomly came into my bedroom pretty much woke me up. And then as quick as it came, it disappeared; a loud thump and two voices that were either cussing or saying something in a familiar language were easily heard with the sounds of busy New York City.

I flickered on my lamp's light only to be face to face with a straw hat which is being perched down by a hand. I didn't bother to see who the hat belongs to and turned off the light.

Eh. This could wait in the morning.

Apparently, the same two people couldn't and turn back on the lamp's light.

The one with the orange hat tried to say anything but his mouth was left open after a very dark and threatening glare went towards him; courtesy of me.

Now there was a whole lot of silence. Apparently, these two knows not to mess with a woman when she's this cranky, judging by their immediate responses to my glare.

They flinched as I flip the covers off my body and hopped out of my bed, their eyes following my movements as I stomp out of my bedroom. Then I soon after reappeared and threw a couple of blankets and pillows at them. As indication that I want no part of this until there was actual sunlight (I would say light but this is New York City we are talking about) shining from my window, I immediately hopped into my bed and turned off the lamp.

The younger one seemed rather dismissive of his current situation about being in an unknown place with an unknown person and followed my lead on getting some shut eye. Why fight it?

The older one looked about ready to complaint. To me about where they are and what situation they were in or about how the younger one seemed a bit too relax about this; it could be either. I was about to throw the nearest thing I have with me –which is an extra pillow in my bed –just to shut him up but something suddenly changed in his posture and he randomly dropped to the ground. And both of their snores were loud and clear.

I was completely unaffected by how disturbing their snores are and fell asleep once again.

Day 1 :

We all look at each other around the kitchen table this morning…

Well, the youngest of us was joyfully eating the breakfast that I made for him and I was sipping on some hot coffee while reading a random magazine that I just got out…heh. Another topic about how Selena is being hated by Justin Fans. Don't people have better things to do than to strike about who he's dating with? Really, if he wanted to date her, the fans should actually be happy that he's happ-

A loud slam interfered with my thoughts and I sighed as I look at the rather elated –not to mention topless –man in front of me. Though I did notice how his plate was empty already.

When he spoke, I raised an eyebrow and almost sighed inwardly. Yep, I thought so. They're speaking in Japanese. No, I understand what they are saying and I know how to answer back to them. Apparently, I wanted to take French back in my high school years and accidently taken Japanese. Well, at least I can say that the class wasn't a total lost.

Sheesh, the guy looked like he was about to fly off the handle. In one way, I couldn't blame him. He suddenly drops in the middle of the night having no clue to where he is or how he exactly got here. And I'm just here making it as if they were meant to be here or something. I was never one to panic when the situation has gone…well, weird. They do look oddly familiar though.

While the older one is still ranting and the other one sneaking over to my fridge; I looked at the clock, seeing that I still have time before work to hear their part of the story. Fair enough.

While I turned back to the shirtless one, I kicked the fridge door close as a warning that he should not mess with my fridge. Imagine my surprise when I found out that his head was stuck and his neck was stretching to impossible lengths just to get out. I could hear the older one facepalming.

After getting the one with the straw hat out of the fridge, I leaned back and put away the newspaper.

"Ok." I voiced out in Japanese. "Start talking from the beginning, leave no details. From then on; I will make the decision whether to kick you out or not."

They didn't like the fact about the possibility of me kicking them out and I could tell from their expression –and because of my little special power –that they, mostly the older one, was thinking of whether they should lie to make it more believable or pitiful enough for them to get my compassion to let them stay. And they did just that.

But there was a flaw to their plan. One should not let the one with the straw hat lie for he literally, without a doubt, couldn't lie to save his life. And while I stared at them with a "you have to be kidding" look, the older one then remembered that the teen couldn't lie and facepalmed once again. It looks like he is in the state to smack or choke the boy.

With an innocent smile, it wasn't hard to say: "Try lying to me again and I will make sure to hog tie the two of ya and throw you out of the window."

It was not hard to find out that we are 10 stories above the ground. I'm pretty sure that the rubber kid can survive but the other one? Not so much really. Then again, if this kid is practically made out of rubber, who knows what kind of ability the guy have?

Knowing that lying would surely just bring more unneeded confusion and frustration to their currently situation; they decided to actually tell the truth.

I wasn't sure what to make of it when they told me that they were pirates. And from how they were about to save this "Vivi" girl's kingdom from certain destruction from one of the Seven War Lord (The young one panic at the reminder but I was able to calm him down with the new pastry that I made yesterday) while the shirtless one is just looking for a man named "Teach" or something familiar to that or some sort. And they were just sleeping inside their ship (Called 'Going Merry' I think. He did suddenly say that in English) and sadly found themselves in my apartment… And that their name is Ace and Luffy. What kind of name is Luffy?

I would call them crazy but then again; I saw ninjas hopping on our roofs and a naked man saying that "The end is coming!" so I guessed I couldn't call them that. They obviously seemed saner than the naked man that I would usually pass by on the way to work.

Though why does "Sea King" sound familiar? A new pastry that I wanted to make or something? Then again, fish inside a pastry doesn't really sound so good.

Speaking about pastry…

I stood up from my chair, ignoring the calculating look on the elder's expression and the curious look on the younger, and grabbed my jacket, keys, and a pepper spray. Not that I need it of course; I could practically flip the person of whoever tried to touch me behind the back but it could be a good precaution.

I looked back at the two, thinking about what to do.

"I'll let you stay during the period of when I'm gone. Don't be surprise if I do, in fact, kick you out." They didn't look happy about that but they seem to know not to make me angry for some reason or another. What? Did they expect me to punch them through the wall or something? "You have full access to the fridge and all the other stuff in the apartment. My room is the only place off limits. If I find one thing off and if there is even a single thing broken…"

I gave a darkening glare to prove my point. I was satisfied to hear a gulp.

With that, I took off to my shop.

It was a regular day so far. I got punks trying to threaten to destroy my shop if I don't listen to them; instead, I destroy them and left them in the dirtied streets. A guy tried to rob me. Took him to the cops already, of course. Same old, same old.

Then she came that I realized everything.

I have a regular customer who is a manga fanatic. Apparently, her favorite one is a series named "One Piece". And apparently, she declared that I looked like one of the characters named "Namia"? Or someone like that and assumed that I was a One Piece fanatic like her. When I told her that I'm not someone like… whoever she was mentioning and don't know what she is talking about; she was shocked. And then thrust me with two tons worth of books.

I kind of dare not try and test her patience (dude, you do not piss of a fanatic when it comes to whatever they are being so obsessive about) so I just took a look at the books. I swore it had taken ages for me to finish those manga.

And here she comes, giving me the latest issue. Well, I thought it was the latest issue but she gave me a volume that I had already read.

She was ranting about something about how it was weird how her two most favorite characters had suddenly disappear and something about that the author had no idea what happen with that either.

Looking through the familiar pages to when they first started to disappear all the sudden, I felt my eyes widen slightly in realization and then slam my forehead on the counter.

Great. I just left two big stomached guys have full access with my fridge.

And when I came home, the fridge was clean enough for me to think that I had just bought it and all the food that was supposed to be there was just lying in their stomach(s).

You could say I did give them a punishment; but I couldn't exactly kick them out without anyone recognizing them. I could hope that someone would think they are cosplayers or something but they were just too convincing to be just cosplayers. Plus the fact that the volume shows them disappearing; there would be some suspicions.

Great, just great.

Day 2

It's the morning and I ended up having to go shopping at freakin' 5 AM. The sun isn't even out at this time! How they figured out that I couldn't go back to sleep if they kept the lights on my face, I don't know. But someone is going to have to pay as soon as I come back to my apartment.

When I came back home with bundles and bundles of grocery, meats of all sorts and some other stuff, I found them sitting in front of the T.V.; slightly in awe of the technology. Their faces are almost practically melded with the screen. I raised my eyebrow at the show on the screen. It is pretty early in the morning still, Disney Jr. isn't exactly surprising to see at this hour. Why they are so entertained by it is beyond me.

Well, from reading all those One Piece things, I know from the fact that T.V. isn't exactly what they have back at the Ocean for entertainment.

Of course, Luffy's attention was turned from the "box of moving pictures" as soon as he had smelled "his" delicious meat. When he lunged for the bag, it wasn't so hard to kick him right onto Ace. Ace wasn't expecting it so he fell down with his brother on top of him.

I forbid them to enter my kitchen at all times while I was making breakfast.

Luffy gave me a look that one could describe; a kick puppy. Ace gave me a similar face like that also; if he wasn't a bit more mature and had a bit more shame than that.

Well, the looks didn't matter anyway since I completely ignored it and slam the kitchen door close. I locked it for good measure though I know a door wouldn't be able to keep them from coming in. One is made out of rubber for pete's sake! The other one can burn the whole building down if he wants to! But they didn't. Does it have something to do that I actually looked like, uh…. Nami, right? Well, at least this would give me temporary powers over them. Use what you have.

In an hour or two, I finished making breakfast. Not a hard feat. Just some eggs, sausages and toast and some hidden extras in the side for I know they won't be satisfied with just this. Well, it wouldn't be hidden long. Luffy does have a hound's nose for any kind of food when he's hungry.

I walked over to the door and unlock the lock. Then I grabbed the knob- wait, I step to the side then grabbed the knob. And in one quick sweep, the two bumbling D.'s fell forward into the kitchen.

I gave them my perpetual gaze. They gave me an attempt of an innocent smile. Luffy threw in the puppy dog looks.

We then after just ate breakfast around the small circular dining table; both me and Ace slapping Luffy's hands whenever he tried to steal our food. After the 67th attempt, I purposely "missed" his hand while trying to chop it off with a cleaver. That easily stops Luffy from ever reaching into my food.

Hey, I didn't have my morning coffee. Though now, I have Ace glaring at me while I try to enjoy my breakfast, a splint in the table that I probably have to either fix or replace and Luffy is now giving me the quivering lip and the puppy dog eyes.

Man, this is going to be a long week.

Me: this came to me not to long ago. Probably, heh. I was pretty bored in some kind of way. New York! How I would love to see Broadway one day in my life. But it pretty much interests me because how it would be the center of comics/weirdness/crime/unnaturalness and all that stuff. And I really did want to make a character like the one from above. I didn't give her a name yet (either I wanted to make it as if you could be the character yourself or I'm just not creative with names…. Mostly the latter .)

Yeah, I wanted to do something with New York because I've been re-watching all the TMNT shows and such. I'm such a dork.

Zoro: Yes you are.

Me: *throws a fish at Zoro's face* And why Ace and Luffy? Well…. I don't know. I just did those two probably because I'm more use to writing them. Sorry if they do seem kind of out of character ^^. Why 32 days? Random number.

Btw, if there is a grammar mistake that totally messes up the story, I am sorry. Nobody's perfect. ^^