Enforcing the Rules (II)
Ok, so I said that I wasn't going to do any more chapters. I had a LOAD of reviews recently, saying could I please do another chapter. Soooooo I thought what the hell. Why not? =P
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As Zoro woke on the Thousand Sunny, he yawned and rubbed his one good eye sleepily. He was the first one up out of all the guys, and so he took the opportunity to quickly shower in peace, towel-drying his green marimo hair.
Starting to dress, he remembered that Nami had warned them that they would soon be docking at a very posh island, meaning that they had to be prepared to change into suits and posh clothes at any moment.
Rolling his eye, Zoro rifled through his clothes drawer just to check that Luffy hadn't tried to go through it. Lately Ussop had been telling his captain that the crew stashed hordes of meat in their drawers. If Luffy dared to go through his drawers, he vowed that he was going to kick Ussop so hard up the arse that the kid would see the colour of his intestines.
Suddenly he froze, reaching into the drawer slowly and taking out a black belt that Nami had given to him to go with one of the suits that they would need when the docked at their next island.
Unable to prevent it, he found himself being dragged back in time to the previous two years, reliving a memory that he had hoped to erase from his mind.
"Zoro." The master-swordsman's voice broke in on his thoughts, waking the teenager from his reverie.
"Ehh?" He asked cleverly, having not listened to a word the man had just said to him.
Mihawk stared at him, evidently impatient. "If you are going to daydream when I'm supposed to be tutoring you, then you obviously haven't had enough sleep. Go back to your allocated room and sleep. I will not have you fighting when you are tired. You will make mistakes, and I have neither the time or patience for it."
Blinking a couple of times, Zoro nodded once and turned from the courtyard to head inside, sheathing Sandai Kitetsu, Shusui and Wado Ichimonji as he walked. Ascending the stairs of the mansion, he made his way into his room and placed his swords underneath his bed.
As much as the guy was his rival, he couldn't help but feel that little bit rebellious towards him. Zoro missed the rebellious-ness of his crew, and how he and that shit cook would always argue and fight, and he and Nami would barter about his debt, or even how he would jump into the ocean to retrieve his idiot captain.
Rubbing his face tiredly, Zoro sighed and stood in his doorway with his back leant up against the frame. He glanced down the hall and caught sight of something rather strange. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forwards, making his way down the hall until he was stood next to the door of Mihawk's chambers, facing the door.
Which was open.
Chancing it, he edged into the room with a frown and looked around the room, deeming that no one was in there. Deciding to explore, he walked around the room and took in the odd large mirror up against one wall, the bed, the writing desk and chair, cupboard and chest of drawers.
Roaming around, he noticed that there was a part of the wall in between the mirror and bed that looked slightly out of place. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he reached out and traced the stone wall, only to find in surprise that it wasn't even a part of the stone wall.
Running his fingertips over it, he deduced that it was actually a tiny little wooden door that had been painted so that it blended in with the surrounding wall. Finding the small latch with which to open it, he started to lift it.
A hand suddenly slammed onto the secret camouflaged door so that it could not be fully opened. "What are you doing in here?" Mihawk's cold, emotionless voice asked from behind him.
Startled, Zoro whipped around with his eyes wide. "I...I was just...Uhh..."
"You are not supposed, nor are you allowed to be in here." Mihawk said, his yellow eyes narrowing at Zoro dangerously.
Unable to say anything, Zoro shrugged. "The door was open."
There was a momentary silence in which Mihawk seethed to himself. "It seems to me that your worthless hide is in need of yet another tanning." Mihawk stated, a hint of menace lacing his tone.
At first Zoro looked confused, but as Mihawk grabbed his arm his eyes widened and he started to back away, trying to peel Mihawk's hand off of his arm. "What? N-No." He stuttered fearfully. "I was just-"
"In my room, without permission." Mihawk answered for him coldly, jerking Zoro over towards him in one movement and seating himself at his desk chair, hauling the green-haired boy over his lap and pinning him there as he swiftly hooked Zoro's trousers and boxers and removed them until they were hung around Zoro's knees.
Zoro panicked and tried to reach for them, but Mihawk pinned Zoro's arms to his back with one hand, removing his belt with the other and doubling it over, bringing it down hard on Zoro's rear end with a sharp crack that made the teenager jump forwards in surprise and pain.
"O-O-Oi!" Zoro started, swallowing nervously as he arched his back in an attempt to stand up. "Th-This is uncalled for! I didn't actually do anything! I just-OW!" He was cut off as he received another blow to his ass, leaving a slightly pinkish mark directly on his sit-spot.
"Exactly." Mihawk stated. "You day-dreamed out in the courtyard, which I have noticed is occurring much more often. Not only that, but had I let you delve any further into my property like you had been intending to, you would be receiving much worse than this."
"I wouldn't have 'delved' into your possessions! I just-"
Mihawk brought the belt down with a loud slapping sound that made Zoro wince in pain and wriggle slightly in an another try to loosen Mihawk's vice-like grip on him. "Do not lie to me Zoro."
"What th-I didn't fucking lie to you, you fucking son of a-YOWCH. AH! OW! STOP!"
"Roronoa." Mihawk snapped irritatedly, doubly increasing the strength behind the smacks as he started to lose his temper a little. "Enough with the foul language. It does not help your situation."
"If you had just realised that I wasn't going to do anything, I wouldn't be in this fucking situatio-OW! JESUS-"
"Did you not listen to a word I have just said?" Mihawk questioned rhetorically, his yellow eyes flashing dangerously with anger as he spanked Zoro five times with the belt, causing Zoro to inadvertently wail in pain.
From there he smacked Zoro without break, making him arch his back as he tried to squirm forwards and away from his punishment. Zoro managed to get one hand free and he used it to try and punch Mihawk in the leg. "LET ME GO!" He yelled. "This-ow! Hurts like a-ahh!" He found himself unable to complete his sentences after that, the pain in his ass almost rivalling the pain that he had felt from Thriller Bark, all concentrated in one place.
Finally he caved that little bit and pushed his pride away for a moment. "OK, ok. Ow. I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!" He shouted, as though worried that Mihawk would not hear him.
"And what have you learnt?"
"Not to-ah, daydream when fighting and-ahhh, go into your room without permission. OW. Damn it, would you stop it already?"
"I don't think you deserve to have me stop." Mihawk stated as he increased the force behind it so that Zoro truly started to cry out in pain. "Surely a crime such as trying to peek at my private possessions is a crime worthy of at least ten minutes over my lap, boy."
"T-Ten minutes?!" Zoro shouted in a panic, unable to stop himself from crying out now.
Mihawk raised an eyebrow. "You can keep time can't you? Yes Roronoa, ten minutes. But seeing as you are probably not up to receiving my full strength for that long, I'll shorten it to about a minute or two." He allowed. "But rest assured if I catch you looking again, ten minutes it shall be with my full strength. Do you hear me Roronoa?"
"Yes." Zoro ground out, trying not to sound desperate.
"Repeat that louder boy." Mihawk demanded, giving a slightly harder swat.
"H-Hai! Hai Mihawk-Sensei!" Zoro cried out, screwing his eyes tight shut for having to use 'Sensei' when addressing the man he considered to be his rival.
Nodding in satisfaction, Mihawk raised the belt again and spanked Zoro thoroughly, the boy thrashing around on his lap as the belt touched down punishingly on his upper thighs, leaving large red welts that stung painfully. Soon, Zoro felt salt water start to leak from the corner of his left eye, swiftly followed by the same from the right as he shamefully all but begged the swords master to stop.
Paying no heed to his student's cries, Mihawk continued to use the belt to lash Zoro's backside for at least another minute, making the last few as hard as he dared without using his full strength so that Zoro clawed at his leg and howled in pure agony as he felt the pain blossom from his crimson coloured butt and thighs.
"Get up." Mihawk finally ordered as he stopped, discarding his belt on the desk and hauling Zoro upright, allowing the quivering teen to hurriedly yet carefully pull up his clothing with a pained hiss of air that was forced through his teeth. "I said I didn't want to have to repeat this again Zoro, and now you know why. Count yourself lucky that I did not seriously lose my temper with you."
Zoro didn't reply, instead swiftly wiping his wrist over his eyes to clear the tears from them, the brushes angry with humiliation and shame.
Watching the teenager try to gather himself in front of his tutor and soon to be enemy once more, Mihawk couldn't help but feel a slight pity for the boy, and although he had sworn to himself that he was not a parental type, he knew that being a mentor had just the same kind of responsibility to his student.
Wordlessly, Mihawk stood and gently pulled Zoro's arm away from where he had been shielding his eyes, comfortingly wrapping his arms around his green-haired student so that Zoro stilled somewhat awkwardly before accepting it and returning the comforting embrace, his arms locked under the master swordsman's cape and around his strong torso.
"I'm sorry." Zoro muttered after a few minutes of them both standing there, his trembling having slowly ceased.
"I know." Mihawk replied. "Just don't make me do it again, because it will make what I've just done seem like nothing."
Zoro nodded his head once and swallowed.
'This damned kid is going to be the death of me.' Mihawk sighed mentally.
Zoro's eye was still riveted on the belt in his hands, and he took a moment to shake himself out of the memory with a shudder, discarding the belt back in the drawer in disgust. He didn't care what the mikan-haired witch said about it being a posh-dress island, there was no way he was gonna trade his haramaki for some stupid belt.
"Bad memories or something?" Sanji's tired morning voice teased slyly.
Snapping to attention, Zoro glared at the cook menacingly. "Shut up."
Merely shrugging in response, Sanji grinned wickedly. "So he got you with the belt too. No big deal."
"I said shut your trap Ero-cook!" Zoro yelled, a tick mark appearing in his forehead. However his anger turned to surprise as Sanji leapt out of bed and lightly ran across the floor, clapping a hand over his mouth.
"Shut your own marimo!" Sanji hissed. "Do you really want to wake the others up so that they start moaning and wanting breakfast?" Zoro rolled his eyes in response and slapped Sanji's hand down and away from his mouth. "Look. If it makes you feel any better, I can't look at Nami-swan or Robin-chwan's lipsticks any more."
Smirking, Zoro raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh? How come?" Sanji muttered something inaudible in response. "Bit louder cook, I didn't quite catch that."
Sanji glared daggers at the swordsman. "Those bloody Okama's got hold of me right at the beginning of the two year training and made me wear cosmetic shit like lipstick, eye-liner...you name it." He shuddered.
Snorting once, Zoro nodded. "You're right. It does make me feel better." He stated, sniggering softly as Sanji kicked him in the leg, the cook unable to help the tiny smile of friendship that quirked up at the corner of his lips.
MugiwaraAkagamiKaizoku.