One Piece Oneshots

Zoro X Reader

You moved a bit on the couch so you wouldn't drown in the sea of pillows, which all had kittens cross-stitched on them. Those adorable little bastards. You picked up one of the porcelain cups from the table and sipped tea, while looking around in the large reddish room. All light from outside was blocked by heavy curtains and on the walls hanged paintings in most obscure themes.

"One hell of a place you got here," you marked and Satan's eyebrow twitched in irritation. It was a big bulky angel with large wings and long red hair. At least you assumed he had been angel. That's what the bible said and since that damn thing was written by humans you can't say it's exactly trustworthy.

"That's the third time you have said that," Satan grumbled. "Don't make me want to kill you again."

Oh.

I should have mentioned. You are dead.

Lets take this party about twelve hours back in time and catch up on what happened.

It all began a long time ago, but for you it started in the mall. You were supposed to meet with a friend in there, but you were new in town so you got a bit lost. A lot lost, to be honest. Lost is actually so final word. Misplaced is much better.

"Okay just tell me where to go," you huffed impatiently and listened while your friend chewed on her taco. "I'm in front of Hot Topic, and if you want to get to that movie before next year you gotta hurry."

"Okay wait there, I'll come there," your friend sighed and ended the call. Oh thanks a bunch, you thought sarcastically. You looked around for someone who would seem a little friendlier so you could ask for directions, but everyone seemed in such a hurry you didn't dare to bother them.

Wait. There was someone. A boy in goth-punk outfit and  with a pair of large antlers on his head which made you think of Sugar Were Going Down video. He also had green hair and a nose ring. He seemed actually the nicest person around here, so you walked to him.

"Um sorry...?" You said when stood in front of him but he didn't even rise his eyes from the paperback he was reading.  "Sorry?" You tried again, but louder and this time he looked up, irritated. Woah, scary. "Excuse me, do you know how to get to..." you looked at the smudged writing at your hand but before you managed to say anything  he interrupted.

"You can see me?" That felt oddly like  a beginning of one of those fantasy novels your sisters used to love. Either that or that guy was as high as kite.

"Yes," you glanced around you. Maybe no one else really saw him. You couldn't really tell the difference. People suck.

"Good," he grinned and you saw a row of sharp fangs. Something in your gut started acting up and screaming at you to run. You didn't. "Let's go then."

Before you got to ask what he meant by this, you heard a loud yell, and some words you couldn't make up. You did understand one words from there though, 'bomb'.

You weren't the only one though. As on cue, everyone started to rush towards the doors, but those were blocked and that panicking mass made things only worse.

You didn't move, because what's the point. It was either someone's idea of a joke or if the bomb really was there, there was no way you could get outside on time.

"Let's go," you heard again, and this time you wondered whether you were a bit drunk or high too. Because you could have sworn that the punk dude just grew a pair of very ragged and pathetic black wings, that dropped feathers everywhere.

"Wow dude, are you alright? I mean," you pointed at your back, talking about the wings. "Those look pretty bad. Have you seen vet about them or something."