A/N: Sasuke14u- Hello everyone! Here's the newest chapter to ASL! Just so theres no confusion, the beginning of the chapter starts off in the principal's (Mihawk's) office. Enjoy! :3

Chapter 3. First Day On The Job Part 1

I can't believe that little fuck! If he wasn't still was a minority, he would be dead right now! No, I'd torture him slowly. A hit for every scratch. Punk ass kid...

"Did you knock over Zoro's bike, Sanji?"

It was always hard being analyzed by Hawkeye, but he felt no sympathy for the kid who messed with his bike. His baby. The only thing he was able to build from the ground without it blowing up in his face. After he stood up the bike and noticed the scratches and broken mirror, he almost drew his swords out to kill the brat.

"He was driving shitty and passsed me on the highway. I didn't know it was his!"

He growled. "So like an angry child, you break others things when your mad."

Hawkeye glare shifted over to him. "Be quiet." back to Sanji. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Suspended or expelled?"

"Well, you broke someones personal property. You will have to pay for the damages, of course. But I think I want to know what Zoro wants to choose."

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Great, this is going to clear out my savings for sure. And he'll make sure I'm not welcomed here. Sanji was starting to get nervous, through all his suave and his cool attitdue, he was truly afraid that he was about to get expelled. A line of sweat fell down his cheek.

Zoro took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't want his money..."

...

Sanji glanced over at him wide eyed. "W-What?"

"...And I don't want him expelled either."

Is he...serious? Zoro glanced over at him, revealing nothing.

"That seems awefully kind of you. Any particular reason why?"

"What better punishment than being forced to stay in a class with a teacher that Sanji obviously hates?" Zoro turned to him and gave an evil smirk.

As the two older men talked, Sanji just continued to stare at the man that he had unintentionally wronged in awe. Thinking how most would have kicked his ass out of school all together and make him pay the repairs.

Mihawk-Sensei leaned back in his seat, cupping his hands on his desk. "I normally don't agree on those kind of conditions, but I know you and that it wouldn't cause any real harm."

Sanji blinked. "Huh?" What'd I miss? Zoro still held an emotionless expression. "What'd you two decide?"

Zoro finally glared. "Weren't you listening?"

"...no..."

Mihawk sighed. "Zoro has decided that instead of financial help, he'd rather have you work off your debt at his home doing manual labor."

"Manual...labor." the words felt weird in his mouth. "Are you going to have me digging ditches or building houses or what?"

Mihawk actually chuckled at his question, though he was being serious. Zoro seemed like the kind of guy who would have him digging holes as punishment. Maybe he could get a few extra hours at work...

Hawkeye sensei leaned back in his plush seat, feet crossed on his desk, hands clasped together in his lap before replying. "I don't think that's what Zoro had in mind." he asked, not even glancing at Zoro. "Could you clarify the task you would have for Sanji?"

Sanji's fears went up as his green haired sensei answered. "I would rather keep it a secret." Zoro glanced at him. "But just to reassure you, you won't be digging holes." he looked confused. "Did you steal that from the book or something? Where would I have you digging anyway? Not like I have all that much extra space for you to."

He could feel his face turning red. "Whatever. You just seemed like the kinda guy who'd enjoy torturing people."

Zoro snorted, gathering his case. He dug a set of keys out of his pocket. "Oh. I also took the liberty of confiscating your keys from your car."

"What?!" he shouted, grabbing Zoro's collar. He didn't care that this could count as assaulting a teacher. His car was his baby! "How'd you know which was my car? How'd you break into my car?!"

"It wasn't hard finding out which one was yours. You're probably the only one here narcisstic enough to put 'LOVE COOK' on your license plate. As for getting the keys..." Zoro smirked, his eyes darkening. "I guess you'll find out."

My cars' gonna be destroyed! Wait...Sanji inwardly smirked. I still got my key in my locker!

"Oh, I got into your locker and took the main key. Incase that was what your were smirking about. Thought I should kill that last bit of hope you had left."

He deflated. "I should have saw that coming." he sighed, straightening back up to his full height. "So, when do I start this labor thing?"

Zoro turned to leave, twirling Sanji's keys around his finger. "As soon as detention is over. 'Cause I still expect you there after last class. And if you dare try to get out of it...I'll make sure you pay for the damages AND still have to work for me. Understand?"

Sanji sighed, realizing that his senior year here was going to suck. "Yeah. Hey, wait! How am I going to get to your house?"

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The rest of the day was uneventful to say the least. A couple arguements here and there, a few bizarre questions, and some girls flirting with him cause he was 'hot' as one of them put it. A little awkard, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Now he was sitting in his room with Sanji in the desk infront of him, reading over some of the papers he had received earlier that day. Sanji was busying himself with what he guessed, or hoped, was homework. He could feel the boy glancing up at him every so often, and it had slowly started to put him on edge.

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he finally had to ask. "Is there something I can help you with, Sanji? Anything with your homework?"

Sanji glanced up, annoyed. "No thanks, sensei."

He sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. When was the last time I lasted this long without a nap. I'm exhausted. Setting his glasses down, he glanced up at the clock. Still 45 minutes.

"You know what...forget this." he stood up and gathered his things, slinging his case over his shoulder. "Let's go."

Sanji looked up, confused as he watched him gather his things. "Uh...go where?"

He ran a hand through his hair, realizing that this wasn't what a normal teacher would do. But so far everything today was screwed up anyway, so in the end he didn't care. He couldn't just sit here in a quiet classroom and do nothing. At least not without sleeping.

"I know I said we were doing this 'detention' thing...but I'm bored and tired as hell after everything that has happened today. So, we're going to leave early so you can start working and I can take a nap."

Moment of silence. Seemed to be happening a lot today.

The look on the boy's face almost made him laugh. "Uh...okay?"

He made a motion to hurry up. "Well, get your shit and lets get the hell out of here." Sanji glared at him, obviously annoyed at the sudden change in attitude. "Would you rather stay here for the hour and then start working? Or do you want to get done early and go home?"

"Fine. I'm coming."

Good, he's learning.

As they made their way to the exit in silence, other teachers said their farewells to the two . He felt Sanji grab his arm. Turning he gave the boy a confused stare. "Yeah, Curlybrow?"

Sanji visably twitched in anger. "How the hell am I supposed to get to your house? Remember? You took my keys." Choosing to ignore the question, he continued on, dragging the furious teen with him. "Answer the damn question, Marimo!"

"Still with the name calling?"

"You started it."

"No, technically, you did this morning."

..."Whatever."

Finally arriving to his abused bike, he opened the side compartment to place his school bag in it. He turned to Sanji. "Give me your bag." He was ignored. Glancing up, he saw Sanji frantically looking over his car for damage. "I'm not petty enough for that kinda revenge. Give me the bag."

Sanji glared at him, finally deciding that his car was unharmed "Hell no. I am not riding that thing. Much less with you. Just give me my damn keys and I'll follow you home."

Stubborn ass...

"Why would I trust you to follow me? You'd more than likely speed off and then I'd have to force you to come tomorrow...or maybe i'd force you to have detention with Hawkeye."

Sanji scoffed, crossing his arms. "Like he would do that."

"I'm pretty sure he would if I owe him a favor...and I really don't want to do that. Now-" he reached forward, palm upwards. "-please spare us both that encounter and give me the bag."

His eyes narrowed. "How will I get home later?"

"I'm going to drop you off back here after your job is done for the day. I am trying to be somewhat reasonable."

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He glared down at the outstretched hand, thinking of the possibilities of what was to come. The man could be some psycho killer for all he knew and he was just luring him to his house to finish the job. Taking a few seconds to ponder that thought, he dropped the possibility. The man was an asshole, but shockingly Sanji thought if anything, the man would only threaten to kick his ass.

Which if that ever happened, he could kick his, quite literally, right back. Sighing, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere figting back, he dropped his bag in Zoro's hand. Nodding, Zoro placed his bag in the compartment and locked it shut. He slung the case that he'd carried down so it now lung across his back and straddling his beloved bike, gestured for Sanji to get on.

"You seriously gonna make me get on this thing?"

His answer was Zoro tossing his helmet to him.

"Uh-huh."

Shitty Marimo.

Grudgingly, Sanji straddled the bike behind the man while strapping the helmet on and gripped the edge, refusing to have to hold him to stay on. Zoro started the motor, bringing the bike to life and glanced over his shoulder. "You may want to hold on."

He snorted. "I ain't touching you."

Zoro shrugged, looking forward again. "Suit yourself then."

Sanji ate his words and had to wrap his arms around Zoro as the bike suddenly shot forward. It was either that or risk falling off the bike. Pressing himself against the older's back he bristled. "You asshole! You did that on purpose!"

Turning onto the highway, Zoro continued forward ignoring him. Shitty asshole! He's making fun of me, I know it!

He felt the man's case pressing against his chest and winced as the corners pressed against his shoulder. "What the hell is in the thing anyway?"

No response. I'll find out later...

"You're not gonna get us lost going to your own house, are you?!"

That got a response. Zoro shouted over the engine. "I can get home just fine! Everything else just moves!"

His eye twitched. "What the hell kinda answer is that?! You're an idiot!"

"Shut the hell up, you're distracting me!"

Pressing his cheek against Zoro's shoulder as a wave of motion sickness kicked in, he decided to wait until they were on steady ground before he kicked his green ass all the way back to his car.

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Stopping at a red light, he chanced a quick glance at Sanji. Feeling the boy press his face against his shoulder with what he guess was fear, he now felt bad for purposely driving crazy to scare him.

"You good?"

"Shut the hell up, asshole." He grunted. Good enough for name calling I guess...

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He rose his head when the bike finally came to a stop. Glancing around, he estimated that they were only about five minutes out of town, in the countryside. No larger overly large houses, no excessive car horns blaring through the air. Reletively quiet. They were at the bottom of a hill though, out of place even for this area. Looking up the driveway, the grass was trimed with shrubs and small trees lined up the drive.

He scoffed. Makes since, Marimo's can't survive in a city.

"What're you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing." Taking his bag back from Zoro, he looked around confused. "So...you don't like crowded places ...or what exactly? Where's your house? I can't see it."

He watched as Zoro knocked the kickstand back up and started to pull the bike with him. "My sensei left his home for me when he passed away. No matter where I go or however long I'm gone, this place will be waiting for me." Sanji's eye's widened as a small smile appeared on the older man's face, making him seem like a completely different person then the guy he'd fought with all day. Completely relaxed.

"Hey, why aren't we riding the bike up the drive?" he asked, irratated. He really didn't want to have to walk up this hill.

Zoro didn't even look over at him, just pushing his bike. "Just come on. Or is it too far a walk for you, shit-cook."

"What'd you call me, Shitty-sensei?!"

He learned the reason why the were walking, though. It wasn't for any safety reasons, like random pets or kids running out infront of them. No, as they stood at the top, working up a sweat, he asked again.

"Why'd we walk up again."

Zoro smirked. "Just to piss you off." He seriously considered murdering the man right there. He looked forward and noticed that Zoro actually lived in an old tradional japanese house. He'd never really seen one like this though, or at least not one so well-kept. "Don't let the outside fool ya, most of the inside's been modernized. Except for the dojo and the meditation room."

Still looks cool.

"You ever gonna tell me what I'll be doing?"

Pushing the bike forward again, Zoro replied. "When we get settled in."

Jackass.

"You can go ahead and go inside, I'm just gonna put this in the shed real quick."

"Fine."

After walking around the house twice to figure out where the door was, he slid the door open and was shocked at the state of the house. He was expecting it to be a mess, but this blew his expectations out the window. It wasn't a mess, it was worse...

...it was clean.

Okay, I know I'll more than likely be cooking...but there has to be another reason than that. If its not cleaning...than what? His bag fell to the floor as fear slowly crepted in. "W-What if he's some kinda sick pervert?! No one would find my body buried here!" he gripped his head as the violent images ran though his mind. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I'm gonna die here!"

"What are you muttering on about?",

"I'll kill you first!" Before even thinking on the consequences, Sanji slung his leg around and took Zoro by surprise, kicking him across the head with all of his strength.

It hit its mark, right in Zoro's face. The force sent him flying through his front door, effectively destroying it, and back out into the yard.

He didn't get back up when he landed. Cursing, Sanji ran out, kneeled beside the man and began shaking him violently. No response.

He grabbed at his hair and shot straight up, screaming. "Shit! I really killed him!"

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"Shit! I really killed him!"

Oww...that actually hurt...

"Damn it!"

His voice is so annoying... Groaning as he sat up, he rubbed his nose which he was postive that was broken. Bringing his hand back he noticed that there was blood. He decided now was the time to end Sanji's endless rant about what to do with his body. "I think you broke my nose."

His student's head swirled around and the relief that spread across his face was obvious. "Your alive!"

Spitting out blood that had started to gathering his mouth he slowly stood up. "Like your puny kick could knock me out." he was glad that the boy's anger distracted him enough not to notice that his balance wavered slightly. "Go get me a towel, the kitchen's down the hall on the left.

Muttering 'prick' as he went, Sanji disappeared back into the house.

At least apologize, asshole.

Slowly walking back up the steps, he took in the damages of his door, thinking that it was a good idea to make extras considering all the fights he gets into. Not the first time he's gotten knocked through his own door.

"Oi." he barely had time to catch the towel that was thrown at him. Looking at the boy, he was shocked to find him glaring down at the floor. "I'm...sorry..." a blush appeared on his cheeks as he crossed his arms and snorted. "Don't expect anything more."

...

"You're food best be fucking amazing or you'll really be outside doing yard work." he smirked, but he couldn't imagine how threatening he looked with blood gushing from his nose. "Or better yet, digging those ditches you mentioned earlier."

"Shut the hell up, my food is fucking amazing." he stomped back towards the kitchen. "You fix the damn door. I'll cook something that'll even have you on your knees in ecstasy."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. I should've just made him pay for the bike.