One Piece Jacket Novels & Stories

"Just for your information, you don't need a jacket. It burns here in summer." Matsyaa looked up at him and then down on her, "Oh, this! It's not a jacket. It's blouson." "A what?" Prem knitted his eyebrows and she explained, "A blouson. Um, a shrug. Like an overthrow? And, don't worry, it's made up of high-end cotton. It's very comfortable."

Clad in leather biker jackets like the one on Coles back, the signature scorpion ring-like shape on the back in red thread. The scorpion in the shape of a circle, with its tail just reaching its head. A piston and crowbar in the middle forming an "X" in silver thread. Not very detailed but quite unique, being the only one of its kind. Every member has her/his own jacket, although there are of course alterations and personalisation is allowed to certain extent. Mine has royal blue checker flacks at the sleeves, albeit I'm not wearing mine now. Whereas Cole opted for a skull at the right breast plate.

The council agrees and they get him a chair next to his father’s, so he sits down in front of us. Now that I’m paying attention and I'm no longer freaking out as much, I realize... Asheron is totally wearing Justin's Gucci jacket. The one I bought him in Italy, the one I had custom made for him with his initials ‘JRK’ sewn on the chest. A completely ugly jacket he hates because it's way too loud and ‘rambunctious’. The one he told me he would never wear. My eyes narrow on Asheron as I listen to his fake story.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him due to the shame I felt, and I quickly tugged at the jacket he had given me to cover my black bra, which was visible beneath my wet shirt. “Can you give me the address of where I can bring your jacket once I have it cleaned? It looks expensive, and I feel bad for keeping it from you,” I said, trying to make amends. The suit jacket was styled with a single-breasted, two-button front and notch lapels. It was made of soft and lightweight tweed, with a satin finish on the inside. Although it was a bit too big for me, I was grateful for the coverage it provided. “Might I be so bold as to see you again instead? You could give it back to me then,” Jace suggest

Lei wanted to cry. Aren’t you going to give me food at least?! My chest is already touching my back! Do you want me to die from hunger?! Five minutes later, Lei came out with a sour face. He was wearing the ripped jeans from before, a fitted black vest, a black weapon holder around his waist, black short boots, gold wrist band and a white hooded overcoat. The overcoat was light, in an umbrella-like style. It has no sleeves and has flowing edges, its length covering up to his knees. The collar fits perfectly around his neck with a single button with some kind of symbol holding both ends. The front have a slightly diagonal cut, exposing a little of his inner clothes.

“No. I choose, you try. And you must model everything for me. Oui?” His French accent is exquisite. “Ummm. Okay. Yes. Oui.” He hands me a structured blazer, deep navy, almost black, with unusual shoulders and a cinched waist. “Try with the jeans you are wearing.” I try it on. It fits perfectly. The sleeves are a hair too long, but he pins them and adjusts. There’s something so different about this jacket but I have no clue what. I keep staring. “You like?” “I love.” “Try with these now.”

Angrily, I stuffed my timetable into my pocket and randomly marched to the first path that came to my mind, trying to take my mind off what I saw as I took note of my uniform. It was no shock that I had a solid white buttoned-up shirt on with an indigo tie of lavender stripes running from the top right to the bottom left strapped down my neck. A short matching lavender skirt luckily settled on my waist and my indigo jacket happened to fit me perfectly. My only complaint was the skirt and I was surprised it was even this short when the real Jade was actually taller and bigger than me. Most had their jackets off or tied around their waists but I was a jacket clinger so it was staying on me.

But I stopped when I saw someone leaning against the glass wall of Marley's Bakery. "Jack? Why are you here?" I asked, because Xiao Jack Li was the one standing there. Looks like he was waiting for me. His outfit is not much different from mine. He is wearing a zip-up jacket and army-patterned cargo pants, his hair is now blonde. "You don't look like the Prince of Hell." "I thought you didn't look like the Prince of Hell either." Jack replied, he looked at my appearance from top to bottom. I was annoyed. “Minami Dazune will laugh at us.”

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi

DPOV My royal dresser eased me into an ornate, pure-white jacket adorned with numerous, silver buttons that vertically ran down my torso. Black fur lined its collar and hems, while metallic patterns swirled in between. Black trousers covered my legs, tucked into equally dark, knee-length boots decorated with lighter swirls. My brown hair fell around my face, lightly brushing my shoulders, as a lavish headpiece stood a foot tall atop my skull.