A Pirate's Heart (One Piece fanfic) [EDITING]

25:: Dancing Honshitsu

(AN: this is a comic relief chapter. A break really. Trust me, you’ll need it . . . you can skip it if you like, really.)

“And this is where you’ll be staying.” An advisor for the king waved his hand to the suit we were staying in.

It was a large refined room with a kitchen, a bathroom, living room with a flat screen, and a balcony that had the most amazing view of the village below. Two doors led off to the separate rooms, one for girls and one for guys. The carpet was thick and soft, making Luffy and Usopp take off their shoes and run around the room in the soft flooring. The furniture were mahogany, carved in intricate patterns and cushioned with the softest pillows. A crystal chandelier was held above the dining room table while a jet and milky quartz chandelier hung in the living room. The kitchen was one that belonged to the god of cooking himself, and the bathroom had a hot tub jets in the bathtub, marble shower, three sinks, and a toilet that fucking shot water up your ass.

That was all cool, but the thing that caught my attention was-

“They have a fucking spinny chair!” I ran over to the mahogany desk, situated with its own desk lamp, pens and paper, and those stress cubes. The simple black desk chair was what caught my eye. I jumped un it, pulling my knees to my chest and spun as fast and hard as I could.

“Hey I wanna try!” Luffy wined, soon followed by Usopp and Chopper.

“Get your own!” I laughed, enjoying the fun.

“Can I have my own?” Luffy asked the advisor.

“We’ll get you one as soon as possible.” He bowed, preparing to leave.

“Ooh! Ooh! Get me one too!” Chopper and Usopp added

“Of course.”

Soon all four of us were spinning madly on our own desk chairs. Nami just frowned and continued to examine the chandelier in the dining room. Robin was browsing their own mini-library ion the girls’ room. Sanji was investigating the kitchen while Zoro splayed himself across the cushioned couch.

Sometime later, we were at ease in this place. Luffy and I were boxing now.

Well, not really. Chopper was my coach while Usopp was Luffy’s . The object was to spin as fast as we could then get off and fight (AN: I know Jackass did this, but that’s all the more reason for them to do it too).

Luffy had pulled off his shirt and produced an afro out of no were placing it on his head and situated himself in the chair.

“Oh shit, we’re doomed.” I grumbled. Yes, I do believe in the power of the afro. Zoro had given up napping and decided to watch us and our fail with Robin perched next to him, a book in hand. “I should take my shirt off too.” I pulled my hoodie over my head and gave it to Chopper.

“Oi you shouldn’t- never mind.” Chopper gave up. I laughed, absolutely shameless with my boobs practically spilling out of the black push-up bra. I noted how Zoro looked away from me, looking anywhere but me. I also noted Robin noting that action.