So, the beginning of another story. Will I be able to keep up with updating on time as well as Sanji keeps up with Luffys stomach? We will just have to wait and see!
Or I could stop acting like this is the beginning to some really crapy home made horror film and continue with my introduction… So I'm horrible at titles. It's pretty obvious now, so don't get your hopes up. And don't judge a story by its title!
Enjoy!
Chapter one
Zoro shuffles his feet down the sidewalk towards his apartment building. It's pretty fancy, the only way he can afford the damn this is because the two owners are his best friends; Ace and his kid brother Luffy.
He reaches the gate to the tall blue building, about 14 stories high. He punches in the code for the door to the building.
Damn that woman. How did that goddamn witch con me out of almost all my cash? It was just a goddamn figure of speech for crying out loud! Now I've got to get more money from my apartment to pay for the bus that will get me to the stupid job interview.
And if she didn't take all my goddamn money I could be actually there so she won't- …Crap that's why. She knew that I would have to walk back here to get more money, making the time longer to get to the interview, making me give her more money as interest.
He scowls as he tries his best to ignore, and stay out of eyesight from the creepy ass receptionist Perona. The pigeon toed goth girl, with light pink hair, is always calling him cute, and telling him she wants to dress him up.
He stops in front of the elevator, and punches the button to go up and shoves his hands in his pockets. A moment later a 'ding' sounds and the doors slide open to show a pretty roomy elevator.
Zoro steps in and hits the button with the number ten on it. He stands in the empty elevator fuming to himself.
"Zoro, you bet me I couldn't get any man in the room if I tried, now you're backing out of the promise that you made to me?" Namis voice plays through his head, once more about the bet.
That witch didn't know what she was talking about promises and shit.
"I know where you can get a real job, that you can actually put that muscular body to use." He frowns. That had actually scared him, but she assured him that it's not anything sexual, or along those lines at least.
With a ding, the door slides open on the seventh floor, and a man pushing a cart walks in. One of the apartment staff supposedly.
He's tall, and a little older than Zoro. The man's wearing a large brim hat, and has heart shaped glasses on. A silly beard thing that looks like it's from Egypt hangs off his chin. Glancing at the mans name tag, Zoro reads it says "Jango".
The lift stops at the ninth floor and Jango walks out with the cart. The doors slide closed again and go up one more level. Seriously, Ace and Luffy need to start hiring more normal staff.
He stomps his way down to the corner room and fishes his keys out from his pocket. Dodging candy wrappers and crumpled pieces of paper as he fishes for the key. Pulling it from his pocket, he slides the key in the lock, having found it and walks into his home.
Throwing his jacket on the chair and kicking off his shoes to the corner, he walks to the kitchen.
"I want you to go to a job interview." the damn witch smiled like it was a joke or something. "It's at the college, downtown." That bitch got him a damn job posing as a stupid model for the artists.
Well at least the damn cook wasn't there.
Nami had met some guy at some place while traveling, and said they would all like him. She called him on Skype(1) and introduced all of them to him. There's just something about that dude that as soon as he opened his mouth it makes Zoro want to punch the smug grin right off his snarky face.
Zoro slammed his hands down on the countertop shaking anything that isn't strapped down. "Oh my, swordsman-san. Nami did tell me you're mad about it, but are you sure it's okay to be this mad?"
Zoro whipped around to see Robin sitting at his kitchen table. Glancing around, he realized she must have been here before he got home. Sighing he walked over to her. "I can be as mad as much as I want at whatever I want." He clarifies.
Robin smiles. "This is a very big opportunity for you swordsman-san. Don't mess it up." Her cool voice holds a sharp tone as she takes a sip of coffee from her mug.
Zoro rolls his eyes. "Nami would kill me if I screwed up this interview." He walked back to the kitchen counter and got a glass of water.
Robin Hummed as if she had a deeper meaning to what she was saying. She always turns out to anyway. Zoro watched her from the corner of his eye. He always felt unnerved by by her.
"Navigator-san told me to help you choose your outfit for the interview." Robin stands up, having finished her coffee, and walks to Zoros room. He sighs. That woman has no sense of privacy. He has no idea how Franky can put up with her.
Then again, He is a pervert. So he probably enjoys the no privacy thing Robin seems to hold with everyone. But maybe he's the only one that notices these things…
In two gulps he finished his cup of water and walked towards his bedroom after Robin.
Robin walks down the sidewalk towards her car, heels clicking on the the cement as she walks. A very grumpy soon-to-be-model walks behind her in his fitting jeans and loose shirt. The jeans seem to be chafing in uncomfortable places that made him walk funny.
At least the shirt is loose, but Robin insisted on the form fitting pants. Well, if insisting includes almost breaking a bone, then yes, insisting.
Robin smiled as she got in her car and unlocked the other side for Zoro. He looks skeptically at the handle before catching Robins cat like grin and jumps into the car.
It's a topless, purple jaguar. He always scowls when he sees her car. Despite the fact that it means that cunning woman is around most likely prying peoples darkest secrets from them with them being completely oblivious; she had the nerve to paint a Jaguar car, purple. Who does that?
"Are you excited to find out what your new job might be like?" Robin asked, trying to bring up conversation. Zoro glanced at her.
"I'm only doing this because I lost a bet with the witch." He grumbles unhappily.
Robin giggles to herself, and they drive in silence for a few more minutes. Going around a corner Robin talks once more. "Did you know that cook-san flew in a couple of days ago and is now taking classes at the school you're going to work at?" She asks coolly.
Zoro glances at her then back out the window. "Well he's a cook so he shouldn't be in the same area that I'm in. And why is everyone so confident that I'm going to get this damn job?" He adds the last part on just to turn this conversation towards another direction. Robin just hums in response.
I actually had to crop this story or else it would have been too long! So the next part might start off right where this left off… Oh well, writers gotta do what writers gotta do. Or story teller, or what ever the hell you want to call us. (I don't think of my self in the group of ZoSan/SanZo fanfic writers until I finnish three stories!)
Thanks for reading, and I hope you stay with us until the end! (FYI I actually have an idea of where I want this story to go!)
