Hello everyone this is my first fic and I'm very sorry if the chapter seems rushed or choppy. I'm not sure how long future chapters will be, but I'm happy with this length. Anywho, I hope you enjoy. I had fun writing it.
Zoro sauntered into the Mihawk Fencing Academy, his swords clanging around in the old fencing bag he carried. It was a bit worn down and tearing in some places but Zoro had used that old bag since he was five, so he couldn't bare replacing it. Everything else in the old fencing club was about the same age as Zoro's duffle. The LEDs in the electric score panels were all either broken or problematic, flickering about a thousand times before settling on the appropriate number. The fencing strips were just a different kind of wood than the floors themselves, and all the couches and chairs in the sitting area were torn in several places. Zoro could say with absolute certainty that the only thing holding the old furniture together was the do-it-yourself masking tape repair jobs performed by Dracule Mihawk himself. As he crossed the threshold of the establishment, the dull rusty bell gave a pitiful chime to let everyone know that someone had entered.
"Zoro!" bellowed Mihawk, the club's owner.
"What is it this time, Old Man?" Zoro replied.
"What time is it?" the owner shot back, hawk-like eyes staring directly into Zoro's soul. Zoro nervously checked his watch. The device confirmed his fears.
"It's 6:36."
"And how late does that make you, Zoro?"
"Six minutes. Look, it's just six minutes, I don't see what the big deal is." Zoro replied haughtily.
"JUST six minutes?!" Mihawk said, making his astonished face.
"Yeah, just six minutes." Zoro was starting to get angry, and his tone of voice showed it.
"Well now you're JUST gonna have to do sixty push-ups for being late. GET TO IT!" shouted the avid owner.
Zoro just sighed. He was planning on doing a thousand push-ups anyway. Last time he tried, he made it to 834 before collapsing, he green hair moist with sweat. He wondered how many he could accomplish now. Zoro walked over to the bench, stuffing his bulky bag under it. Then he started working, absent-mindedly doing push-up after push-up. Just before he reached three hundred, a bell chimed. It was a blissful, peaceful sound. It was a solid, heavenly ring that was strong, yet gentle. Zoro froze. Or was it time that froze? Zoro couldn't tell. All he knew was that the only bell within hearing range was the one above the door. That bell, however, was old and rusty and it probably hadn't sounded that good even when it was new. So why? Where? What caused the beautiful chime? He looked up and towards the door. The bell was swaying back into a resting position, and under it, a beautiful girl walked into Mihawk's academy. She had shoulder length ginger locks that bobbed gently as she walked through the door. She wore a hot pink tank top with a cartoon style monkey on it and jeans that complimented her slender legs. On her feet were chocolate brown flip-flips. There was also a peculiar tattoo on her shoulder. Zoro saw it, but couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't really care. He was just focused on the gorgeous woman standing a mere twenty feet away. She met his gaze, smiled, and walked into Mihawk's office.
Zoro's trance was broken. He was utterly shocked. He had seen many beautiful women, but she was the most stunning of them all. She was so pretty that she seemed to glow, giving off a glorious luster that only a goddess could compare with. He felt hot despite the chilly Fall air the women let in when she opened the door. He looked at his hands and found that they were a bit pale, and he was sweating profusely. Zoro went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. His face was beet red. He was suddenly worried. Had the woman seen his blushing face? He felt embarrassed, which didn't help his already pink cheeks. Zoro walked out of the small bathroom taking deep breaths. He felt a little jumpy, and his stomach was doing flips as the memory of the woman lingered remaining fresh in his mind. He recounted the vivid feeling that he felt when she smiled at him. He wandered over to the bench, grabbed his bag, and went to tell Mihawk he was leaving on account of his less-than-okay stomach. He felt sick. But it was a good kind of sick. Zoro wondered if it was even possible to be sick in a good way. Dracule looked a little worried, noted his sweating red face, and let Zoro go for the night. Zoro put his bag in the back seat and set off towards his apartment in town. The girl plaguing his mind the whole way.
Who is that beautiful girl? I'm sure all of you know, but poor Zoro is left dazed and confused. As I said, this is my first fic I hope you liked it. I'll try to update weekly. I'm going to California next week, but the place I'm staying in has WiFi so I'll make sure to update if I get a chance. Please don't hesitate to tell me my writing is terrible, and I'll try to make improvements based on your reviews. Ciao for now!