Lemme see... Nope, still don't have the copyright for One Piece. Eichiro Oda's got that one.


"Hey, Dad, what time is it?" A dark haired girl called out to her father, a swordsman with green hair named Roronoa Zoro. She peeked into the dojo where he was training his body. Nine times out of ten, if he wasn't snoozing away on the couch, he was in the dojo with some weights or whatever. As a matter of fact, the girl was just out of the bathroom, washing off after a rough day of training.

Zoro looked up to the only clock inside the dojo. "Six-fifty." Then he glanced at his daughter. She was dressed nicely, as in with a skirt and a blouse. After a moment, he remembered the reason. "Oh, you've got that guy coming to pick you up, right?"

The girl nodded absent-mindedly. "Yeah, he should be here in a couple of minutes." She ran a hand through her hair, before she remembered something. "Oh, before I forget again, I told him to head over to this door over here to pick me up since I'd probably be quicker to answer over here than the front door." In her head, she added that he, unlike herself and her father, was decent at dealing with directions. She always tried, but always ended up taking at least one wrong turn somewhere along the way.

A knock on the door drew the attention of both daughter and father. The girl bolted over to the door, answering it. Seeing a young man standing before her, she beamed. "Hey, you're early."

"Yeah, I hope that's no problem."

"Oh, no." She waved off the boy's worry. "Just hold on and I'll grab my shoes and bag."

"Right."

Intrigued, Zoro watched his daughter's interaction with this boy. Sure, she was often with boys, but this was rather different. Shaking his head, the swordsman felt exasperated. Women, no matter what age they were, were very strange creatures. He wondered how he had dealt with this girl and his wife for so long. His daughter's feet made little sounds as she left the dojo, leaving behind her date and her father.

While Zoro was sharpening his katana, he couldn't help but notice that the boy was watching him with, oh, what was it? Fear? A smirk tugged at his lips as an idea began to formulate in his mind.

"So, uh," The boy coughed, starting an awkward conversation, "you use those swords very often?"

It was really hard for Zoro not to laugh. "Yeah, unfortunately for that other boy that came over." Keeping a cool and straight face, Zoro examined the tip of his blade.

That caught the boy's attention. His face paled. "Huh? The other boy?"

"Oh yeah," Zoro faked a gasp. "She didn't want me to tell you about him."

The door to the dojo slid open and Zoro's daughter walked in, holding her sandals in one hand and her bag in the other. "Alright, I'm ready." She trotted across the dojo floor, waiting to slip on her sandals until she reached the door. "Bye Dad."

Waving off his daughter, Zoro returned to sharpening his katana. After he was sure they were gone, Zoro burst into loud laughter. He had to give that kid some credit; he didn't wet his pants.


Haha. Both Sanji and Zoro threaten the boys, but there's a fundamental different between the threats. Sanji was just over-protective. Zoro, on the other hand, just saw the opportunity to pull the kid's leg. I got the idea from when Luffy, Nami, and Zoro were in Usopp's hometown and Usopp's followers jumped to some conclusions, which actually sounds like something I'd do... As a matter of fact, I apologise for eating things quite regularly, like the remote, someone's papers, etc. Franky's bit should be coming next, but I don't know when because I haven't written it yet. I've gotten back into my love for Egyptian mythology and I've watched the Mummy series twice in two weeks, Return of the Mummy three times.

By the way, if you want to see someone else dealing with their daughter's first date, I may be open to writing for some character's outside the Straw Hat crew.