A/N: Hello everyone this is Sasuke14u here. ^-^ This is a co-op story written by my friend Zero101. (Im the editor/proofreader) This is not her first attempt at fanfic but the first to be published on this website. We hope you like the story! Be sure to leave reviews and whatnot if you do.(critiques are also welcome)
Chapter 1. Meet Roronoa Zoro
Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-CRUNCH!
Covers were pulled back over the youths head as he drifted back to sleep. Five more minutes..."-gi!" One eye twitched, barely opening at the sudden break of his unconsciousness Huh? He could hear the footsteps of his roommate charging for his room, but due to the grogginess of the sleep deprivation he didn't have the motivation to react to the oncoming threat. He just rolled around and wrapped his arm around the warm body next to him, sighing in content.
His door burst open, slamming into the wall with a jarring thud, forcing the boy in bed to accept the fact that he wasn't getting back to sleep. "Why are you still asleep? Make breakfast, please! I'm starving! Oh, and we're gonna be late for school. Oh, hi Mika. You're gonna be late for school too if you didn't get up."
Luffy stood there in his usual red cardigan and knee length blue jean shorts, his trademark strawhat that still shocked Sanji that he can get away with at school. The scar under his left eye from a child's act of carelessness. And right now he was glowering at him for not having food ready.
"Damn It, Luffy. Get the hell out!" Fear in getting kicked in the head again, Luffy fled from the room and down the hall. Running a hand through his hair, still messed from his late night fling. He reached over for his cigarettes on his table next to his bed a took one out, placing it between his lips, lighting it and taking a long drawl.
He glanced over at Mika, appreciating her beauty as she wrapped his blanket around her. "You're roommate's strange."
He drew a long drag, making smoke rings. "Hmm. Want some breakfast?"
Mika-chan left for her home to get ready for school after using their shower.
Sanji walked over to his floor-to-ceiling mirror, giving himself one more check and smiled in approval. His blond hair covering his left eye, smooth down to perfection. His nice black suit pressed and clean with matching gold buttons. A light blue dress shirt and black tie. His shoes shined. Looking suave, if I do say so myself.
"Why'd you kick me again, Sanji? That wasn't very nice." Luffy was pouting again over being mistreated, his lower lip sticking out and eyes narrowed in mock anger. Driving to school was relatively the same as usual; Luffy complaining about Sanji kicking him again, and what he'll cook later for dinner.
He blew smoke out of his window. "You acted like your usual self in front of Mika-chan. Devouring everything before she even got to eat! I told you to lighten up whenever I have company."
Luffy scoffed. "She shouldn't have stayed in the shower forever." waving his arms frantically, he added. "She had to have used up all the hot water!"
Sanji tsked. "Not like you shower anyway."
"I do too!" Luffy crossed his arms and pout through the windshield. Sanji laughed.
Sanji glanced down at his side mirror and saw a guy on a motorcycle riding his ass, Sanji couldn't make out who the man was due to the helmet, but Sanji already declared him 'asshole' in his mind.
Get off my ass, fucker. No. The guy was actually gaining speed on him. "You asshole." He stuck his arm out the window and flipped the man on the bike off.
A second later, the bike drove passed him and turned at the next light.
"Uh, Sanji? I think you made him mad."
"Fuck 'em."
10 minutes later...and after a stop at McDonald's (much to Sanji's dismay)
No way in hell. That ass is in my spot.
Luffy giggled, though Sanji couldn't find anything funny about the situation. "He got you good."
His eye twitched, just barely resisting the urge to just ram the guys bike (no matter how awesome it looked up close) into the pavement. So; being the mature gentlemen that he was, he parked next to it. Got out of the car. And pushed it over.
Not too much damage. Just a few scratches...and a cracked mirror. Hell, he'll pay for the damages if he had too. Sanji just wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he got his revenge on the man.
He didn't get the chance to do anymore damage before Luffy grabbed his arm and started to drag him up the sidewalk to the school. "Come on! We still have time for breakfast."
"I just feed you! Again!"
"I'm still hungry."
"Doesn't your brother ever feed you?"
Luffy grinned. "Nope."
I am so going to kick Ace's ass.
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Leaving Luffy in the cafeteria, Sanji made his way to his homeroom. Already craving another cigarette, he settled with taking out one of the suckers he kept in his pocket and popping it in his mouth. Reaching his class, he took note of only a handfull of students present even though class was about to start.
"Where the hell is everybody?" he muttered to himself. He felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around hearts immediately appeared in his eyes. "Oh, Nami-swan! My, you look absolutely stunning today." Standing just past his shoulder, he could tell she would fit perfectly in his arms if giving the chance. Chestnut hair framing her face, just reaching her chin. A smirk or grin ever present on her beautiful face. A low cut pink shirt giving teasing glances of her cleavage A short skirt that really had him wondering how the school allowed on their grounds. But oh did he thank them. "Would you know where everyone is, my love?"
She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her and gave a coy smile. "Mr. Clay finally quit to do his ballet trip around the country. So, our class is heading for the gym to be introduced to the new Literature teacher."
He clasped his hands together and spun on his toes, grinning. "Oh, Nami-swan. You are always so well informed."
'They've told us this two weeks ago...' Nami thought. She smiled anyway, linking her arm with his. "Walk with me there?"
His grin widened. "Of course!"
Today must be my lucky day! Thank you, Clay; for giving me this opportunity.
Okay, I know I was with Mika-chan last night. But a man has to treat every women like a beautiful gem. And if said gem wants a night in the sheets, then who am I to say no?
Nami snickered. "Judging by that face, I'd guess you had a fun night. Who was it?"
"That would be a secret." he grinned. "So, when are you going to finally give into my charm and go out with me?"
"Hmmm?" at least she appeared to think about it. She grinned. "Probably never."
Sanji deflated. "Oh, your hot even when you reject me."
Oh well, there's still a lot of beautiful young ladies I still can woe into my arms...or my bed.
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Where the hell am I?
Apparently leaving an hour earlier wasn't enough...considering a five minute bike ride still took most of that hour to find the damn school, now he couldn't even find the damn gym.
Okay, this place has obviously moved around in the last eight years i've lived here. I know the gym was somewhere around the entrance. Did I take a wrong turn?
Running a hand through his hair, the man was tempted to ask one of the students walking by to give him directions...but his pride just wouldn't let him. His pride didn't last long as he glanced at the clock hanging above what he guessed was the cafeteria judging by the smell...it was to big to be the chem lab anyway. Damn it.
Looking around he grabbed the nearest shoulder, not even paying attention if it was a student or teacher. "Excuse me, where's the gym?" he blurted out.
The man could tell that the person he grabbed was still a student, even though the boy had maybe two or three inches on him. His height though didn't make up the fact that he was as skinny as a pole. Okay, who dresses in a suit at school? Blond hair covered the left side his face and a sucker hung from his lips. His eyebrow swirled? The man looked down at the girl the boy's arm was slung over. Does this school have a dress code?
The kid glared. "Huh?"
Punk.
Keeping violent thoughts from his mind. "The gym?"
The boy blinked. "Oh. Well, we're heading that way. You can just follow us there I guess." there was a slight pause a the boy gave him a once-over. Here we go. "What the hell is up with your hair?"
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It's green...
The man before him had a lot of nerve interrupting his and Nami's quality time. It may have been rude to ask that kind of question; but hey, fair is fair. Standing there with an uncaring mug, he had to wonder why the man was here anyway. He didn't go to this school...looked a little too old to come here.
The guy was the same height as himself, bronzed skin that stood out through the plain green button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and simple pair of black dress pants that seemed to have had better days. Looking at the man's face, one of his eyes had a scar across it that forced it closed. The other was a dark green that seemed to be glaring at him now.
The man spoke again, eyes narrowed. "What the hell is up with your eyebrow?"
Twitch.
Nami giggled, glancing back up at him. Why are you encouraging him? "Should've saw that one coming, Sanji. Ignore my friend here, just follow us okay?"
Sanji watched as the green guy pick up a bag and a long square case; still glaring at him the three continued walking to their destination in silence. "Marimo head."
Not missing a beat. "Dartbrow."
Sanji's eye twitched, gritting his teeth. "You wanna start something, moron."
"I would love to kick your pompous ass loverboy, but that will have to wait until you grow up."
"What?!"
Nami knocked both him and the new guy over the head. "Shut up! We're going to be late for the meeting. Come on."
Stupid. I am so going to kick his green ass when this thing is over! He is going to regret making me look bad in front of Nami-swan. Oh, his going to rue this day!
Outside the gym, Sanji looked back. "Here we are assho-where'd he go?"
Nami looked back, confused. "You think he got lost again?"
"...what an idiot..."
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The man looked from one side of the hallway to the other.
...damn it...
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"Hello, Class 3-A. Sorry, for the inconvenience of pulling you out of your classroom. But there'd be no point being there without me introducing you to your new teacher.. I'm sure you all miss Mr. Bon Clay. May he find his fame." Shanks loved to talk.
On stage, stood Principal Shanks and Vice Principal Mihawk. Complete polar opposites if you ever meet them. While 'Red Haired' Shanks seemed to be in a good mood all the time, 'Hawkeye' Mihawk was always in a bad one. Both seemed to always something colorful, it would be damn near impossible to not see them in a crowd.
Usopp and Luffy sat down next to him and Nami on the bleachers, waiting for the speech to continue. I need a smoke. Usopp leaned over, practically pushing Luffy back into the third row. "Hey, do you guys have any idea who the new teacher is?"
Usopp, being over his lap, Luffy just swung his arms over the long nose's back and grinned. "Not a clue."
"Hey! Get off, Luffy." Usopp was interesting to say the least with his overly long nose. Standing just a bit taller than Luffy, curly black hair that never really seemed to be brushed. A light mocha colored tint to his skin contrasted against his white shirt with oil smudges from working on who-knows-what. Rips started to appear on his pants from his constant clumsiness.
"Nuh-uh. Comfy." Luffy grinned, crossing his arms over Usopp's back.
"Come on, Luffy. Get off!"
He pouted. "Fine." he slung himself back and leaned into the upper seats. "What's this about again? Oo! Are they getting more meat for lunch?!"
Nami sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Of course that would be your guess."
Usopp glared at his friend. "Didn't you listen to a word I said just a few seconds ago?"
Luffy grinned. ""Nope."
Idiot.
Shanks coughed, bringing everyones attention back up to the stage. "Okay, without any further interuptions. Your new Literature teacher, Mr. Roronoa Zoro."
Shanks seems to think the new teachers are like presidential candidates.
No one appeared on stage...
A full minute passed, Shanks smile twitched as he looked through the stage doors. Mihawk sighed and shook his head.
"Uh...Zoro-sensei?" Shanks called.
Mihawk groaned. "Should have dragged him here myself."
Just as Shanks was about to jump off the stage, the gym doors burst open and the green haired man stumbled forward. He straightened when he noticed the whole class staring at him in a mixture of laughter and confusion. "Uhh...sorry."
Sanji laughed to himself. What a moron...wait...it couldn't be...
Mihawk stood from his seat and glance over to the distressed man. "Nice of you to finally join us, Zoro."
The sucker fell from Sanji's lips. "Shit. I probably got detention already."
Nami giggled. "More than likely."
Luffy and Usopp just glanced at each other, confused.
The man (now dubbed Zoro or Marimo) climbed up the stage to stage next to the two leaders, a slight blush on his cheeks. "I had some issues finding the gym."
"Still directionally challenged I see." Mihawk stated, fussing with Zoro's collar. "And apparently you're still dress strangly."
Zoro visibly twitched. Not much on people touching him, is he? "What the hell is wrong with my clothes. You're the one with flowers everywhere."
Shanks stepped in between the two males, grinning. "Okay, okay. I know if I don't stop this, you two will no doubt start breaking things. Zoro, Why don't you introduce yourself to your new students, yeah? I'm sure they have a few questions for you."
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He glared at the mic in Shank's hand, almost as if it would bite at any second. Grabbing it and facing his new students, his lips parted.
"The name's Roronoa Zoro, your new Literature teacher. If you have any questions...I suggest you forget about them now."
The crowd was hushed...except for a boy with a straw hat who had burst out laughing at the end. I wasn't trying to be funny...Damn it! That swirly kid's in my class too! He could feel his temper rising. Shit. A harsh slap to the back of his head brought his from his thoughts, he covered the mic with one of his hands. "What the hell was that for?"
"That was a poor job, Zoro-sensei."
Shanks looked distraught, waving his arm frantically. Was is really that bad? "Zoro! That was not an introduction. Tell them about your hopes and dreams!-"
"Uh..."
"-Your hobbies and-"
"What? Hey-"
Shanks turned and glared at him. "...At least tell them something!"
Glancing over to the crowd of students, trying to come up with any excuse to avoid the whole 'talk about yourself' speech, he sighed in defeat.
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"It must be embarrassing to have two grown men lecture you in front of room full of teenagers." Nami giggled, flipping through a book she pulled out in the middle of the rant. "Poor Zoro. The pink is starting to clash with his hair."
Sanji laughed. "Serves the bastard right."
Luffy was grinning from ear-to-ear. "I think its funny. Shanks loves to pick on people like that."
"He may be overdoing it though." Usopp murmured, glancing down at his straw hat friend. "That guy looks ready to murder them both."
He glanced down at Luffy, noticing the boy was deep in thought. "Luffy, thinking too hard will cause your brain to explode."
Luffy pouted. "That guy's name...something Zoro." he crossed his arms. "I know I heard Shanks saying something about a guy he knew from Mihawk..." he leaned forward with his eyes closed. "...or maybe Ace? I just can't remember."
He sighed. "I'm not surprised." glancing up, the new teacher turned to face his students. He chuckled. Ha! His face is still red.
Zoro took in a deep breath to continue his speech.
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"Shanks! Why are these students still not in their respective classrooms?!" Startled, he took notice of the new figure who had entered on the stage. A large bulk of a man with white hair even though he couldn't be out of his thirties yet. Bulging muscles under a white jacket with tan fur in the hood, blue jeans and worn out shoes.
He's smoking. It wasn't even a question, seeing a cigar in between the man's lip. This school's weird...he sighed. Should have known that with Hawkeye working here.
Shank's actually hid behind him, whistling. The man glared. "I want these students back in their class now." glancing over at him, the man seemed to lighten up. "Good luck. You're going to need it."
I have a feeling I might.
Shanks sighed. "Man, and I really wanted Zoro to make a heartfelt introduction. Oh, well. Okay kids, time to go back to class. Those who are in Zoro-sensei's class, please show him the way."
Mihawk scoffed. "You may need to hold his hand if you want him there."