A Small Adventure (One Piece fanfic)

Chaotic Tea Party Begins

Sorry yall, sometimes I forget that my modern AU isn't posted so u don't even know why I have late updates lol
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I was shoved through the mirror by Nami and Chopper, causing me to fall on my face. I quickly rolled onto my back and fixed the dress that I had to put back on earlier. While I did this, Nami and Chopper's images faded in the mirror and it was once again my reflection. 

The door to my room was being knocked on violently, which was why the two of them hurried me into my room. We were having some idle chat before I was back into unsafe territory, but whoever is at my door right now ruined it. 

With a huff, I hopped to my feet and yelled, "WHO IS IT?! I WAS SLEEPING!"

Whoever it was fumbled a little and then answered, "U-uh, I'm only here to tell you that Mama has given you another dress for the tea party, (y/n)-sama."

"Hmm... I'll only accept it if that last maid gives it to me," I stated through the door.

There was some shuffling before a familiar voice shouted, "I'm right here, (y/n)-sama! The dress is in my arms!"

Grinning, I threw the door open and gladly greeted her, welcoming her into my room. She happily accepted my invitation. I slammed the door on the people still standing outside of it. "Soooo what dress is it now?" I hummed, looking at the clothing in her hand.

She displayed it by holding it up by the top of it so I could fully see it. A short pink sleeveless dress with a black bow around the waist. "This is the one~! I think it'll look lovely on you!" she chirped, holding it so that it was in front of my body.

"Not like I've got much of a choice anyway, right?" I joked, pulling my dress off and pulling the new one over my head. 

"Take off the shorts, it's making you look bunchy," she huffed, motioning to me.

"What if I like looking bunchy?" I sarcastically shot back. When she gave me an unamused look, I sighed and reached under the dress to pull off my shorts. No high kicks for me, I guess. "You're lucky I value your opinion, woman."

"I'm thankful! You look very good!" she praised. 

She then gently grabbed a hold of my shoulders and led me over to the chair in front of a dresser. I was sat down, and she began working on my hair in (whatever) style. It always feels good when people touch my hair. As long as it's wanted.

When she was done, a black hat was placed on my head. "What, you're not gonna do my makeup professionally? Is that not what I deserve?" I mused, tilting my head back to see her.

"Mama doesn't want you looking too pretty, (y/n)-sama. The woman who's getting married is Pudding-sama," she retorted with a smile.

I blushed a little and put a hand on my cheek, "Aw stop it. I'm all warm."

She pushed my shoulder and laughed, "Don't be bashful now, you cheeky young woman. Now, let the escorts take you to the Tea Party. I can't wait for you to come back."

My blush faded and I was instead hit with guilt. "Uh... right. When I come back," I mumbled, standing up.

She quirked a brow, "Why did you get so down- WAIT! What are those shoes! No no no!" She ran into the closet in the room and rummaged through the bottom shelf. I sweatdropped. She's so weird. She came back out with a pair of black heels.

"Uh.... I don't mean to be rude but... I'm not wearing those. What if I have to figh- I mean what if I have to dance? Who's gonna dance in those? I'm not that skilled," I told her, looking at the height on the heels she brought out.