Merry Merry Go Halloween
One Piece/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. Crazier things have happened.
Rated: T (some swear words)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of “One Piece” or “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. This is a work of fiction and the workings of an individual who has watched too much “One Piece”.
A/N: Currently re-watching much of the second season of “One Piece” and this popped into my mind. Then, handily, I found a challenge looking for “One Piece” - how cool is that? Hopefully the challenge poster finds this somewhat enjoyable…
Xander plucked up the straw hat and placed it on his head. Turning toward Willow, he performed a curt bow and tipped the hat into his hand before donning it once again. It wasn’t at all what he had in mind for Halloween, but he thought it looked good on him. There was a pair of straw sandals, a red vest and a pair of blue jeans, cut at the knee.
“It’s a set deal,” the proprietor nodded at the ensemble, and Xander shrugged. He was about to return the hat to the shelf, certain he wouldn’t be able to afford the set, but a hand on his arm stayed him.
“I…”Xander trailed off, laughing slightly to hide his embarrassment, “can’t really afford an entire set.”
“I think it’s in your price range.” The man smiled, his grip on Xander’s shoulder grew firm before he released him. Xander ignored the tightening in his gut that the smile elicited and pulled out what little money he had in his pocket, hoping it would be enough.
“And here’s two dollars back,” the proprietor’s voice carried throughout the tiny establishment and Xander blushed slightly as he took the money and the proffered bag.
“Thank you,” he murmured, stepping out of the way for the next customer. Ducking his head, he searched the store for Willow and Buffy, hoping that they had each decided on a costume. For some reason he felt an immediate need to get out of the store, like the walls were closing in on him.
“Hey, girls,” Xander called when he spotted them. Buffy was eyeing one of those fancy ballroom type dresses worn centuries ago.
“What’d you get?” Willow poked the bag Xander held.
“It was labeled,” he pulled his hat off to look at the tag, “’King of the Pirates.’ Huh, I didn’t see a wooden leg, a parrot, or an eye patch,” he said as he rooted through the bag. Willow shook her head, slapping him on the arm.
“Not all pirates have had run-ins with Moby Dick types, you know,” she scolded.
Xander gave her a lopsided grin in return, pulling the tag off the hat before once again plunking it on his head. It fit perfectly; he hoped the rest of the outfit would as well.
“You’re not really going to get that, are you?” Xander asked, gesturing at the very feminine looking ensemble his friend was ogling.
“Well,” Buffy bit her bottom lip, “Angel, you know, he grew up with women who wore things like this, I was thinking…”
Xander snorted. “Seriously? You’re going to get that to impress Deadboy?”
“Xander,” Buffy chastised, giving him a scathing look.
“I’m just saying, I mean…” he trailed off, looking to Willow for some support before realizing that she would more than likely back up Buffy on this. It was a rather romantic gesture after all. Thankfully Buffy chose that moment to look at the price tag and sighed in disappointment.
“Hey,” Willow called from the next aisle over; staving off what would not doubt have been a tearful slayer moment. “Check these out.”
There was a set of three swords, accompanied by a white shirt, green sash, dark boots and dark green pants on one shelf and Xander silently wished that he had seen that first, sure the straw hat was pretty neat, but three swords, that would have been impressive. Hiding his disappointment, he put on his trademark grins and nodded his approval of Willow’s find.
On another shelf, there was a slingshot, what looked like a pilot’s leather helmet from decades ago, a white and blue armband, brown overalls, a white sash and brown boots. Xander was starting to see a theme: set costumes. In spite of the major discount that he’d been given, he noted that the costumes were not cheap ensembles; they were made of quality materials.
Willow’s hand hovered over the set of overalls and Xander smiled encouragingly. They’d look good on her.
Another ensemble caught their eyes. A nice pair of black boots, slacks, a light blue shirt and what looked like a fancy dinner jacket with gold buttons, sat on the shelf next to the three swords.
“Well, it’s not a fancy dress or anything,” Xander offered apologetically, “but I think you’d look right smart in it.”
“Yes, you would, and ooh,” Willow clapped her hands, “you’d be like a gentlemen, kind of the opposite of a lady, you know. I…I think it could work.”
Buffy blushed. “I don’t know,” she fingered the fine material.
“Or there’s the one with the three swords,” Willow offered, wondering how someone could cart three swords around without getting an injury.
“Hey, over here,” Xander held up a red top hat. It had a white cross on it and, as he demonstrated by wiggling his fingers through them, two holes in the top of it. It came with a pair of red shorts, but nothing else. “Hmm, rather skimpy,” he pouted, returning the hat to the shelf.
“I just,” Buffy bit her bottom lip once again, “you know, wonder if there’s anything a little more feminine.” Her eyes sought out the gown and lingered longingly on it.
Willow frowned and Xander bit back a curse as his best friend made to replace the set of overalls. He shook his head and urged her to get it. “C’mon Willow, it matches your eyes.”
“Really?” Her smile broadened and Xander nodded enthusiastically. It was an almost perfect match, and, for a split second he could picture her in the outfit, imagining how it would suit her.
“I guess it boils down to swords or badass boots,” Buffy sighed, tearing her eyes away from the dress she couldn’t afford.
“You’ll look kickass in either,” Xander said with a lascivious wink.
“Do you think Angel would dress up if I got him a costume?” Buffy wondered aloud, looking intently at both costumes, trying to decide upon which one she felt most drawn to.
“That’d be more under your area of expertise,” Xander answered, shaking his head. He couldn’t imagine the broody, stalking vampire donning a costume for Halloween, but then again, maybe Buffy could convince him to do so. Stranger things had happened, he’d personally witnessed them too many times to discount it.
“Here’s something a little more feminine,” Willow picked up what looked like a compass attached to a watch. It was accompanied by a very flimsy looking tank top and an equally scanty-looking miniskirt. The selling point, Xander was willing to bet as Buffy let out an earsplitting squeal as she rushed over to get a closer look at the outfit Willow had found, were the high-heeled sandals. Yep, Xander thought, they were the first thing she picked up and he had to shake off an image of a moth drawn to a flame.
“Ooh,” she held up the sandals, marveling at the height of the heels as well as the straps which would wind around her calves. They were perfect!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Xander smirked, “I think we’ve found a winner.” He waggled his eyebrows and Willow cast him a censorious look. He stuck out his tongue at her.
“And it’s affordable!” Buffy exclaimed, oblivious to her friends’ exchange. At the moment she had eyes for the most exquisite pair of shoes she’d seen outside of the little boutique she’d recently discovered in LA while on an impromptu mother/daughter shopping spree a month ago. She sighed as her vision was momentarily clouded by images of a myriad of unaffordable footwear.
“Looks like we’re all set then,” Xander said, masking the relief that he felt at those words. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what felt off about this place, but felt that the sooner they were out of the shop, the better.
“Do you think maybe I should get something a little more feminine too?” Willow asked uncertainly. She absentmindedly stroked the soft fabric of the overalls and fingered the goggles on the leather helmet.
“Willow,” Buffy draped an arm over the redhead’s shoulder, the high heels dangling from her other hand, Xander had grabbed the rest of the costume from the shelf, “no matter which costume you choose, you’ll look great in it.”
“Really?” Willow’s voice was doubtful. “’Cause I have half a mind to wear a sheet this Halloween. You know, go as a ghost, just not the really truly scary kind or anything like that. I think I’d be more of a friendly ghost, but not like Casper.”
“Willow, you are not going as a ghost,” Buffy exclaimed. “Whether or not you get this,” she pulled the tag over and read it, “’Usopp’ costume, you are not going to dress up as a sheet.”
“Yeah, Wills,” Xander grasped her elbow, “don’t hide under a sheet. Why don’t you get that suit or the three-sword costume if you don’t like this one?” He suggested.
“I don’t know,” Willow worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered the other options. A sheet was feeling rather comforting at the moment; at least she’d be able to escape the intense scrutiny of her friends.
“Badass boots or dangerous swords,” Buffy tapped her foot as she thought it out, “I’m leaning toward the boots, but then again, I am very partial to a good-looking pair of boots.”
“I’m not sure I could handle all three swords at once,” Willow tried to picture herself wielding just one of the swords and drew in a sharp breath as her imagination ran wild with her. No, swords were definitely not the way to go. Xander and Buffy both needed to remain perfectly intact, as did the children who would be in her care Halloween afternoon.
“I think I’ll stick with the slingshot,” she said almost to herself. The costume was more something she could see herself wearing. She’d of course put on a tee-shirt beneath the overalls and might alter the helmet just a bit, and perhaps some other things to put her own feminine touch on things.
“Sounds good to me,” Xander kept his tone light. He was starting to get an itchy feeling and ushered the girls to the register.
“Thank you for your business and be sure to let your friends know about this place,” the proprietor all but shouted after them as they left with their purchases.
Xander felt lighter the minute they stepped out of the shop, but regarded his misgivings as nothing more than being stuck shopping with two very picky girls. It was bound to get on the nerves of any red-blooded American teenage boy, he thought as he shook off the remnants of the odd feelings which had settled upon him while he’d been in the shop.
All three of them had costumes which suited each of them uniquely; Buffy’s was titled similarly to his as, Nami, Thief of the Pirates. At least they were both pirates after a certain fashion, though he wondered what kind of self-respecting pirate wore strappy high heels. This was going to be a great Halloween, he thought as they walked down the street. He fought an almost irresistible urge to let out a whoop of excitement and toss his straw hat into the air. He was unable, however, to resist a half jump and couldn’t keep from skipping a little as they made their way to Buffy’s.
Rated: T (some swear words)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of “One Piece” or “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. This is a work of fiction and the workings of an individual who has watched too much “One Piece”.
A/N: Currently re-watching much of the second season of “One Piece” and this popped into my mind. Then, handily, I found a challenge looking for “One Piece” - how cool is that? Hopefully the challenge poster finds this somewhat enjoyable…
Xander plucked up the straw hat and placed it on his head. Turning toward Willow, he performed a curt bow and tipped the hat into his hand before donning it once again. It wasn’t at all what he had in mind for Halloween, but he thought it looked good on him. There was a pair of straw sandals, a red vest and a pair of blue jeans, cut at the knee.
“It’s a set deal,” the proprietor nodded at the ensemble, and Xander shrugged. He was about to return the hat to the shelf, certain he wouldn’t be able to afford the set, but a hand on his arm stayed him.
“I…”Xander trailed off, laughing slightly to hide his embarrassment, “can’t really afford an entire set.”
“I think it’s in your price range.” The man smiled, his grip on Xander’s shoulder grew firm before he released him. Xander ignored the tightening in his gut that the smile elicited and pulled out what little money he had in his pocket, hoping it would be enough.
“And here’s two dollars back,” the proprietor’s voice carried throughout the tiny establishment and Xander blushed slightly as he took the money and the proffered bag.
“Thank you,” he murmured, stepping out of the way for the next customer. Ducking his head, he searched the store for Willow and Buffy, hoping that they had each decided on a costume. For some reason he felt an immediate need to get out of the store, like the walls were closing in on him.
“Hey, girls,” Xander called when he spotted them. Buffy was eyeing one of those fancy ballroom type dresses worn centuries ago.
“What’d you get?” Willow poked the bag Xander held.
“It was labeled,” he pulled his hat off to look at the tag, “’King of the Pirates.’ Huh, I didn’t see a wooden leg, a parrot, or an eye patch,” he said as he rooted through the bag. Willow shook her head, slapping him on the arm.
“Not all pirates have had run-ins with Moby Dick types, you know,” she scolded.
Xander gave her a lopsided grin in return, pulling the tag off the hat before once again plunking it on his head. It fit perfectly; he hoped the rest of the outfit would as well.
“You’re not really going to get that, are you?” Xander asked, gesturing at the very feminine looking ensemble his friend was ogling.
“Well,” Buffy bit her bottom lip, “Angel, you know, he grew up with women who wore things like this, I was thinking…”
Xander snorted. “Seriously? You’re going to get that to impress Deadboy?”
“Xander,” Buffy chastised, giving him a scathing look.
“I’m just saying, I mean…” he trailed off, looking to Willow for some support before realizing that she would more than likely back up Buffy on this. It was a rather romantic gesture after all. Thankfully Buffy chose that moment to look at the price tag and sighed in disappointment.
“Hey,” Willow called from the next aisle over; staving off what would not doubt have been a tearful slayer moment. “Check these out.”
There was a set of three swords, accompanied by a white shirt, green sash, dark boots and dark green pants on one shelf and Xander silently wished that he had seen that first, sure the straw hat was pretty neat, but three swords, that would have been impressive. Hiding his disappointment, he put on his trademark grins and nodded his approval of Willow’s find.
On another shelf, there was a slingshot, what looked like a pilot’s leather helmet from decades ago, a white and blue armband, brown overalls, a white sash and brown boots. Xander was starting to see a theme: set costumes. In spite of the major discount that he’d been given, he noted that the costumes were not cheap ensembles; they were made of quality materials.
Willow’s hand hovered over the set of overalls and Xander smiled encouragingly. They’d look good on her.
Another ensemble caught their eyes. A nice pair of black boots, slacks, a light blue shirt and what looked like a fancy dinner jacket with gold buttons, sat on the shelf next to the three swords.
“Well, it’s not a fancy dress or anything,” Xander offered apologetically, “but I think you’d look right smart in it.”
“Yes, you would, and ooh,” Willow clapped her hands, “you’d be like a gentlemen, kind of the opposite of a lady, you know. I…I think it could work.”
Buffy blushed. “I don’t know,” she fingered the fine material.
“Or there’s the one with the three swords,” Willow offered, wondering how someone could cart three swords around without getting an injury.
“Hey, over here,” Xander held up a red top hat. It had a white cross on it and, as he demonstrated by wiggling his fingers through them, two holes in the top of it. It came with a pair of red shorts, but nothing else. “Hmm, rather skimpy,” he pouted, returning the hat to the shelf.
“I just,” Buffy bit her bottom lip once again, “you know, wonder if there’s anything a little more feminine.” Her eyes sought out the gown and lingered longingly on it.
Willow frowned and Xander bit back a curse as his best friend made to replace the set of overalls. He shook his head and urged her to get it. “C’mon Willow, it matches your eyes.”
“Really?” Her smile broadened and Xander nodded enthusiastically. It was an almost perfect match, and, for a split second he could picture her in the outfit, imagining how it would suit her.
“I guess it boils down to swords or badass boots,” Buffy sighed, tearing her eyes away from the dress she couldn’t afford.
“You’ll look kickass in either,” Xander said with a lascivious wink.
“Do you think Angel would dress up if I got him a costume?” Buffy wondered aloud, looking intently at both costumes, trying to decide upon which one she felt most drawn to.
“That’d be more under your area of expertise,” Xander answered, shaking his head. He couldn’t imagine the broody, stalking vampire donning a costume for Halloween, but then again, maybe Buffy could convince him to do so. Stranger things had happened, he’d personally witnessed them too many times to discount it.
“Here’s something a little more feminine,” Willow picked up what looked like a compass attached to a watch. It was accompanied by a very flimsy looking tank top and an equally scanty-looking miniskirt. The selling point, Xander was willing to bet as Buffy let out an earsplitting squeal as she rushed over to get a closer look at the outfit Willow had found, were the high-heeled sandals. Yep, Xander thought, they were the first thing she picked up and he had to shake off an image of a moth drawn to a flame.
“Ooh,” she held up the sandals, marveling at the height of the heels as well as the straps which would wind around her calves. They were perfect!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Xander smirked, “I think we’ve found a winner.” He waggled his eyebrows and Willow cast him a censorious look. He stuck out his tongue at her.
“And it’s affordable!” Buffy exclaimed, oblivious to her friends’ exchange. At the moment she had eyes for the most exquisite pair of shoes she’d seen outside of the little boutique she’d recently discovered in LA while on an impromptu mother/daughter shopping spree a month ago. She sighed as her vision was momentarily clouded by images of a myriad of unaffordable footwear.
“Looks like we’re all set then,” Xander said, masking the relief that he felt at those words. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what felt off about this place, but felt that the sooner they were out of the shop, the better.
“Do you think maybe I should get something a little more feminine too?” Willow asked uncertainly. She absentmindedly stroked the soft fabric of the overalls and fingered the goggles on the leather helmet.
“Willow,” Buffy draped an arm over the redhead’s shoulder, the high heels dangling from her other hand, Xander had grabbed the rest of the costume from the shelf, “no matter which costume you choose, you’ll look great in it.”
“Really?” Willow’s voice was doubtful. “’Cause I have half a mind to wear a sheet this Halloween. You know, go as a ghost, just not the really truly scary kind or anything like that. I think I’d be more of a friendly ghost, but not like Casper.”
“Willow, you are not going as a ghost,” Buffy exclaimed. “Whether or not you get this,” she pulled the tag over and read it, “’Usopp’ costume, you are not going to dress up as a sheet.”
“Yeah, Wills,” Xander grasped her elbow, “don’t hide under a sheet. Why don’t you get that suit or the three-sword costume if you don’t like this one?” He suggested.
“I don’t know,” Willow worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered the other options. A sheet was feeling rather comforting at the moment; at least she’d be able to escape the intense scrutiny of her friends.
“Badass boots or dangerous swords,” Buffy tapped her foot as she thought it out, “I’m leaning toward the boots, but then again, I am very partial to a good-looking pair of boots.”
“I’m not sure I could handle all three swords at once,” Willow tried to picture herself wielding just one of the swords and drew in a sharp breath as her imagination ran wild with her. No, swords were definitely not the way to go. Xander and Buffy both needed to remain perfectly intact, as did the children who would be in her care Halloween afternoon.
“I think I’ll stick with the slingshot,” she said almost to herself. The costume was more something she could see herself wearing. She’d of course put on a tee-shirt beneath the overalls and might alter the helmet just a bit, and perhaps some other things to put her own feminine touch on things.
“Sounds good to me,” Xander kept his tone light. He was starting to get an itchy feeling and ushered the girls to the register.
“Thank you for your business and be sure to let your friends know about this place,” the proprietor all but shouted after them as they left with their purchases.
Xander felt lighter the minute they stepped out of the shop, but regarded his misgivings as nothing more than being stuck shopping with two very picky girls. It was bound to get on the nerves of any red-blooded American teenage boy, he thought as he shook off the remnants of the odd feelings which had settled upon him while he’d been in the shop.
All three of them had costumes which suited each of them uniquely; Buffy’s was titled similarly to his as, Nami, Thief of the Pirates. At least they were both pirates after a certain fashion, though he wondered what kind of self-respecting pirate wore strappy high heels. This was going to be a great Halloween, he thought as they walked down the street. He fought an almost irresistible urge to let out a whoop of excitement and toss his straw hat into the air. He was unable, however, to resist a half jump and couldn’t keep from skipping a little as they made their way to Buffy’s.