Title: At Peace – Rating: T
Roronoa Zoro is a young man in his early twenties as he works as an assistant instructor in the college gym that allowed kendo lessons. He liked his job and he was okay with school, but he just didn't like the people he had to deal with on a daily basis.
"Hey Grasshead!"
He sighed as he was about to enter his classroom. 'Great… it's that asshole again…' He thought as he turned to see one of few new faces in the campus, fresh out of high school and apparently the scumbag there that just can't let go; the idiotic tough guy who wants to prove something to those who are different. He hated these guys more than anything.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me?"
"No, just the pleasant sounds of the squawking birds that laugh at your expense."
"What was that you piece of shit?"
He sighed, not wanting to deal with any more stupid people who don't know when to grow up. "Aren't you a bit old to pull that kind of crap? You're not in high school you know," Zoro said as he opened the door to see his teacher, who looked up to motion him in when the idiot decided to try to drag him to a fight, which the teacher put a stop to before he could do anything about it.
The day didn't get better as one of the students he was assisting in learning kendo was a stubborn ten year old whose parents go to school somewhere in campus and apparently hadn't been slapped enough to stop being a brat. Oh how he wanted to give that kid a few whacks of his three sword style, but he likes his job and would like to teach after he's through and he wasn't going to let some miniature punk ruin that for him, but he was always hard on the brat that made the kid's parents complain, which he simply told them that he did so because it was part of the learning process and he needed to learn discipline.
Zoro also has a second job that he took up and he didn't really like it, but he wouldn't mind the extra money he can get, so he can rent out an empty building lot that he can use as his own training facility. Then there's the whole legal business that has to be signed and what not, but he was willing to get it done.
The only down side was that he wouldn't have enough time with Arabella, but she's the kind of woman that understood him to a point of no questions, and Arabella never really questioned him. When he told her about the lot and about getting a second job to get it, she immediately helped him get a job at a convenience store. She and the girls knew the man that ran the place and it was supposed to be family run, but his three kids moved out for better job opportunities and his wife was too ill to work anymore and was looking for a few trusted individuals to help run the store for him. So now he does the night shift, which was not all that exciting, but he was paid decently and he gets to see what stragglers at the late hour do, which most of the time was down-right weird.
So now, here he was, minding the counter as he was, without a doubt in his mind, bored out of his mind that he could cry, if he didn't have his pride as a man. There was a couple, young, high school no doubt, picking out what kind of box of condom to use that it almost made him sick, but at least they're being somewhat responsible. But as they came up to purchase said box of condoms, the girl was obviously a bimbo wannabe with dyed blonde hair that you have to wear shades at night, florescent hot pink lipstick, heavy makeup, and a giggle so nauseous, Zoro thought he was going to have to buy some pills to keep him from getting sick. The boy with her wasn't any better, he smelled ripe of something drug related, and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, plus he looked like he worn the same clothes for a week. He gave them their change and watched them straggle out.
"That is so sad," He said to himself as he thanked the higher powers out there that Arabella and her friends were not like that.
"Hon?"
He looked up to see Arabella, a smile on her face seemed to lighten the room as he stared dumbly at her.
"Hon? Are you okay?"
"Yeah… Just surprised to see you here," Zoro said as she giggled.
"I'm not surprised," Arabella said as she placed some items on the counter, "And don't even think about giving a discount for helping you find this job and being your girlfriend."
He grinned as he rung the items up and did the usual process of taking money and giving change. "Party going on?"
She shrugged. "I guess. We're having an Asian horror movie fest going on. I won't be going to sleep until three."
He chuckled, "Have fun then."
"You try to get some rest," She said, looking much like a wife.
"Yes Dear," He said as she mentioned him close, which he leaned forward, earning a kiss before she leaned back and picked up her bag of snacks.
"I'll see you later then."
"Yeah…" He said as he watched her walk out, grinning, "And once again, everything is at peace." He chuckled, thinking that his evening shift wasn't so bad.