Alice in... Animeland?! -Red Hibiscus-

Chapter One: Red Hibiscus

(Shanks)

... A red hibiscus?

"How pretty." (Name) murmured as the rabbit hopped over to her. She reached out slowly and was just about to brush her fingers against its fur when an excited squeal scared it away.

"Oh my gosh! Is that you (Name)?! Oh, it is! Come here you!" (Name) sighed, she had really wanted to pet the rabbit, but... she really missed her aunt too.

"Auntie (Aunt's Name)!" (Name) said back, standing to hug her aunt.

"Oh, look at you! You've grown so much since last I saw you! Muah!" Her aunt said with a kiss.

"Well, it has been four years. So, what brings you here Auntie (Aunt's Name)?" Her aunt smiled cheekily.

"You, of course! Now, come, I'll take you home and you can tell me all about these last four years." So, (Name's) Aunt dragged her all the way to her car and all but threw her into the passenger's side. With a slight sigh, (Name) pulled out her phone and texted her friends. The second she told them that her Aunt was in town and coming to (Name's) house, they immediately said they'd vacate the premises. It wasn't that they didn't like her, it was just that... well, she had a tendency to pry into personal matters.

~~Timeskip~~

"Well, here we are; home sweet home." (Name) said as she let her aunt in. Quickly kicking off their shoes, (Name) and her aunt took a running jump for the couch. (Aunt's Name) looked around with an impressed whistle.

"Wow~! You're doing well for yourself. What's your secret?" (Name) sweat-dropped. She couldn't exactly tell her what it was that she does; but (Aunt's Name) was right, she was pretty well off. Unlike most people her age, (Name) lived in a house on an above average sized piece of land. The house had an attic and a basement as well as three large bedrooms (one of which she turned into an office/ recreation room), as well as two bathrooms, and a decent sized kitchen/dining room.

"My secret? I just work really hard. Well, that and my boss is pretty generous." This wasn't exactly a lie; (Name) gave her all when working and her boss was indeed generous, it's just that her line of work isn't the greatest.

"Really? What do you do?" Ugh, more difficult questions! (Name) had to quickly think of another half truth in order to keep her aunt from getting suspicious.

"I, um, deliver things to rich people. Y'know, they pay well for fast and reliable...er, mail service." Again, not a lie, but not the truth either. (Name) was anything but a mail lady. She was commissioned by people (often times rich people) who either had something they wanted taken back after losing it to a thief, or had something that they wanted that wasn't exactly theirs. It wasn't the most honest line of work, but it pays well and works around her school schedule.

"Sounds... Well, that sounds boring, really. But, at least you're out of school now and you'll have more time for... other things!" (Name's) aunt said in a suggestive manner.

'Oh great, here it comes.' (Name) thought to herself; bracing for the bombardment of questions on her sex life.

"So~! How's your sex life been~? Any cuties catch your eye lately?" (Aunt's Name) asked, nudging (Name) with her elbow, causing her to blush.

"Oh yeah! My sex life's great!" (Name) began sarcastically. "I'm the only girl in class that isn't squealing over that Biber kid—"

"Beiber, but anyway, continue." (Name) rolled her eyes.

"I'm the only girl in class that likes guys that are older and I don't know any guys that I'm interested in that feel the same. I mean, my Calculus teacher had a nice ass, but he's married." (Name) concluded as she folded her arms over her chest. This caused (Aunt's Name) to laugh heartily.

"You certainly are a strange one! But, you're in luck! I just so happen to have a, how do you say, not exactly legal driver's license that lists you as 21, so...." (Name) gasped, she was used to doing things of this nature for work, but after hours is when she generally tried to NOT break the law.

"No! I just graduated high school; my life has just started, and you want me to risk jail for drunk men who just want sex? Absolutely not!" (Name) said, trying to deter her aunt from doing something stupid, but from the look on her face, that wasn't going to happen.

"Go put something nice on! Oh, before I forget..." She began digging around in her bag. She pulled out a DVD case that had the One Piece logo on it. "This is for you!"

"Thanks!" (Name) said as she was violently shoved into her bedroom. With a sigh, she placed the case on her nightstand and began rummaging through her closet. Ten minutes later she determined that the nicest thing she owned was an all-white formal school uniform with matching boots and a blue bow.

"Oh yeah, this'll be good. Give all those creeps the fantasy they've been wanting." (Name) mumbled as she straightened her hair. When she finally finished and stepped out, her aunt had already changed into a short, red cocktail dress and black heels.

"My, my! You're really pushing for that "barely legal" look, aren't ya?" (Name) began spluttering.

"Well, this is the nicest thing I have to wear! Besides, I doubt I'll find interest in anyone where you're taking us."

"Oh?" Her aunt challenged.

"Yeah. You're into older men too, right? Well, I'M not interested in octogenarians, thank you very much. Twenty years older is the oldest I'm willing to go, so really I'm probably going to end up being your wingman or something." (Aunt's Name) began tugging on (Name's) cheeks.

"Octogenarians, huh?! I have an age limit too, y'know. If he can't get it up without the help of a little blue pill, he's too damn old!"

"Ack! Alright already!" Her aunt let go with a huff.

"Y'know, I think your parents would disapprove of this if they were here. Maybe we should—"

"First of all, my mom was twenty-five years older than my dad– your brother– and secondly, no, we're dressed already so let's go!" (Name) said as she ushered her aunt out. Before following after her, (Name) grabbed her knives and put them in the thigh holster under her skirt. Can't be too safe, right? Her aunt had already snagged (Name's) purse, so there was no need to worry about that.

Locking the front door, (Name) strutted over to her aunt's car, and they were off.  

~~Timeskip~~

It had been five minutes and already (Name) had lost sight of her aunt. Deciding it would be best to stay off to the side, (Name) walked over to a vacant booth in the corner and sat down.

"Hey, baby~. What's a cute thing like you doing tucked away over here~?" Some drunk brunette came up to her and said after a few moments.

"Look, I'm not interested. So, buzz off, okay?" (Name) grunted before sipping her water. Just as the man was about to retort, another, gruffer voice interrupted.

"The lady said beat it, so get a move on before I rip your dick off and beat you with it." (Name) sighed as the second man sat down.

'Great, another uninvited guest.' She thought, recognizing the ginger immediately.

"What is it, McAllistor? The boss said I had until Thursday to relax." She was short with him; this was the last place she wanted to see her overprotective, lovestruck fanboy of a partner. He gave her a small smile; that can't be good.

"Last I checked, you were only nineteen. That and you aren't much of a rule breaker, so why come here? And in that getup?" He asked, eyes slowly raking down her form lustfully.

"Hey, hey! Eyes up here! My aunt's in town, so she dragged me here in hopes of... well, to put it bluntly, getting me laid. This uniform just happens to be the best thing I have." He smirked at her response.

"So, rule breaking's in your blood, I take it. Anyway, why don't you come over here? We can kill two birds with one stone." He said, discreetly indicating the woman at the bar who was watching them intently. (Name) had to resist the urge to face palm at her aunt's antics.

"Fine, but don't you dare try anything!" (Name) warned as she crawled around the booth and into his lap.

"Well, I'm hurt! I would never do anything you don't want me to, (Name)! I just want you to be happy~." McAllistor told her before nuzzling his face into her neck. Out of her peripheral vision, (Name) could see her aunt fist-pump before proceeding to shamelessly flirt with the bartender. In an effort to sell the scene, (Name) began running her fingers through his hair before asking her next question.

"So, what's the mission?" McAllistor huffed, clearly wanting to just enjoy the lovely little moment.

"You're no fun... I'll brief you outside, come on." With that, (Name) crawled off his lap and let him drag her outside. On their way to the door, (Name) noticed her aunt give her a thumbs-up and blushed.

'Oh, for the love of—'

"Hey, are you paying attention?" McAllistor snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Sigh, get it together, (Name). We've been assigned an espionage mission of sorts."

"Of sorts?" (Name) snorts.

"Yeah, the boss needs us to gather some information on some rich brat, so we're going to have to be the help for awhile." (Name) groaned.

"Great, maid duty for some milk-drinker." McAllistor chuckled.

"Well it's only for a little. Besides, I'll be there, so you should be happy." (Name) rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. So why's your car parked on a cliff?" (Name) inquired as she ambled closer to the edge.

"(Name), get away from there!" But it was too late, the ground beneath her had crumbled away, taking her with it.

'Well, I guess this is it...' She thought before blacking out.