Zoro slammed the heavy oak door to his room shut, taking some pent up frustration out on the innocent door. His three precious swords were lying on his bed as promised. He took them off his bed, leaning each of them against the wall before collapsing on the bed himself.

He hated when it happened. Every goddamn month he would repeat the same stupid mistake of somehow getting exposed to moonlight on the night of the full moon and going berserk until Usopp shot him and he passed out, waking up as himself again on the bed in the infirmary waiting for his hazy memories to clear up so he could face the shame of his actions.

This time was worse though, way worse. He could deal with Sanji and Nami's bitching, or Usopp lectures or Brook's sympathetic looks because he knew he had nothing to beat himself up over. He made a mess in the woods and that was it, no big deal. This time though, he killed people, and a lot of them. Not that he had a problem with killing, he was aiming to be the greatest swordsman in the world after all, but killing a bunch of innocent bystanders just left a bad taste in his mouth.

Honestly speaking though, he felt incredibly guilty, and having the woman who was potentially the sole survivor of his assault be the first thing he saw when he woke up definitely wasn't helping.

Of course, there was another problem regarding the woman that he refused to acknowledge, and that was the fact that under any other circumstances, he really wouldn't have minded having her be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. And that was bad, bad bad bad. As much as he hated being one, he was still a werewolf, which meant that his instincts and impulses were very much those of a wolf. Usually that was a good thing, having the instincts of a wolf was certainly beneficial in battle, but it also meant that he had the same mating impulses a wolf would have. And as a 'young, healthy, male adult' as Sanji put it, his hormones were all over the place as it was, and having what seemed like a hot older woman around was really, really, really bad.

Then again, maybe she'll just go after Chopper finishes up with he treatment.

Yeah right.

—

Robin sat on her bed in the infirmary, her head in her hands while she massaged her temples with her thumbs.

"So, just to make sure I got everything right: You eight are a bunch of supernatural creatures who are forced to hide in an old castle in the middle of a giant forest because you can't fit in with society, my colleagues and students either got killed by your werewolf friend or managed to escape, and you want me, the potential sole survivor, to stay here under your supervision for at least a month because he bit me and you want to make sure I won't turn into a werewolf and start attacking people the next time there's a full moon. Is that everything?"

"That about covers it up" said the goblin-Franky, she reminded herself- "One thing though. It's not that we want you you stay here, you are staying here, wether you want it or not. Don't misunderstand us, we're not kidnapping you, this is just us cleaning after our own mess."

"It's okay, I understand."

"You do?" asked Nami, a somewhat confused expression on her face.

"Of Course. There would no point in isolating yourselves if I would go around attacking innocent civilians. Besides, I don't have any relatives, or even someone who would notice my absence, the school probably already wrote me off as one of the people who got killed as well."

"That's… Kind of sad isn't it?" asked Chopper, who, as it turned out, isn't a Tanuki at all, but a shapeshifter.

"Maybe a little, but I'm used to it. Thank you for your concern though, you are much too sweet"

"Calling me sweet doesn't make me happy you jerk!" he half said, half sang while doing a little happy dance. Robin was tempted to ask him to make sure that her heart didn't melt.

"Yohohoho, Robin-san is going to fit right in!" said brook to no one in particular.

"Hey Brook! How about you sing us a song in honor of our new nakama?!" said Luffy, the self proclaimed 'King of the Castle' who seemed to have the strange ability to stretch is body in whatever way he wanted, and was known simply as a 'demon' by their group of friends. While he didn't seem to have much authority, Robin was quick to figure out that he was the group leader, and was able to recognize the deep respect and admiration his friends had for him, the six she actually met anyway.

Slightly against her will, her thoughts were pulled back to Zoro, who hasn't bothered to come back since he woke up. Nami told her that is expected an apology, she should probably forget about it and fast. Robin had assured her that she was not expecting an apology, but she couldn't deny she was extremely curious regarding the werewolf. She was a scholar after all, she was always thirsty for as much knowledge as she could get her hands on, a hunger that could never be satisfied. And with this strange new world that has opened up to her, she was eager to learn as much as she possibly could about her strange new housemates.

—

*Knock knock*

"I'm coming in Marimo!"

Sanji. The fuck did he want from him now? He probably just wanted him to apologize to the woman about killing the kids. Not gonna happen. Apologizing would only make the guilt worse. Besides, he really didn't feel like talking to her.

Feeling the bed shift, he lifted his head from his pillow only to confirm that it was indeed Sanji sitting on his bed. It was.

"Luffy asked me to tell you that we're going to throw a party in Robin-chan's honor, attendance is a must."

"Don't feel like it."

"Too fucking bad shithead. Captain's orders, and as his right hand you should set an example."

'Fuck off."

"Even if I do, he'll come to get you himself, so it's either me or him, pick your poison."

"Let's go."

"Thought so."