A/N: And here is the start of the Chronicles of Mr. 6 and Miss Mother's Day ... hope you enjoy! This is an AU story, exploring something Zoro said in Whiskey Peak: that he had been offered a place in Baroque Works, but he had rejected it. R&R please! Hope you likey!
Alean, muscled green haired man walked down the street. Most people would mark him for a normal civilian, except for the fact he had three swords belted to his waist – Wadou Ichimonji, Sandai Kitestu and Yubashiri. He was cursing heavily as he strode down the street.
The man wore a baggy white shirt, dark green pants, and a green haramaki. Underneath his shirt, hidden from sight, was a tattoo of a number six. He didn't like to show it, for then he would be a marked man.
"Mother's Day, goddamnit, where are you?" he muttered under his breath. Looking around, he caught sight of a flash of light reflected off a katana.
"I guess I found that baka," he said to himself. Walking towards the female, he rolled his eyes, and placed his hand on Wadou.
Tapping the white haired female on the shoulder, he looked down at the Baroque Works member.
Miss Mother's Day spun around. "Well, hello Mr. 6!" she greeted him cheerily. Miss Mother's Day's voice was deep and rich as chocolate as she said hello to the green haired swordsman.
"Shut your trap, Mother's Day! I don't like to be addressed as Mr. 6, and you know that."
The dark brown, almost black, eyes of Miss Mother's Day smiled briefly, before hardening. "Well, anyway, what did you want me to call you then?" she asked, conveniently forgetting what he had told her a million times before.
Mr. 6 gritted his teeth. That woman could get on your edge. "I told you, I want to be called Saruke."
"That isn't your real name, right?" Miss Mother's Day asked curiously.
Looking away, feeling nostalgic, Saruke softly answered, "No. It isn't."
The woman smiled. "Well then, Mr. Saruke 6, let's go finish our assignment from Mr. 0, and then we can reminisce on the good old times, when we had an identity." Offering a hand, she looked at her partner.
Sighing at the obvious jab by Miss Mother's Day, Saruke took the female's hand, and they walked off down the street together, one hand on their katanas, the other in their partners.