Smoker frowned at Zoro. Can't believe his little brother, the delinquent. His eyes looks down to see the exposed skin Zoro his showing, he's still holding his shirt up. His eye widen. That is not good. And just like Sanji he knew Zoro did not get that during the most recent fight. It's purple on his tan skin, beautiful tan skin, his sister's and him all have white skin. He is the black sheep of the family which is why they protect him as much as they can, that and other things. "Who did that?"

"I got it in the fight?" Zoro says not sounding convinced himself. Smoker just stared as Sanji smack his forehead. This adorable idiot really can't lie.

"Liar. Ever since you were a kid you could never lie." Smoker says. "Tell the truth." Smoker says his voice seemingly got deeper. Zoro turns away pouting. "Should have known you wouldn't say so easily." Smoker grabs Zoro and takes him inside. Sanji just stands there awkwardly. He was about to leave but after hearing that he was going to stay and talk to Zoro or at least try to. He never would have thought his brother would show up. Actually that whole fact still hasn't sunk in yet. That Zoro has a family, he has sibling or the fact that he's the youngest.

For some unknown reason Zoro always acted like he was an only child. Almost always, there are times Sanji is just recalling that he's like a brother to everyone really but mostly to Chopper, Luffy and Usopp.

Smoker began mumbling to himself as he walked down stairs. He cant believe Zoro got into a fight with the other students. He know it's for a reason but Zoro won't tell him. He's been like that for forever. If its because he doesn't like to be in the spotlight or he doesn't want anyone to worry about him is a mystery. Smoker looks around to see Zoro didn't lie about that, he does clean the house. Well if he's been getting in trouble a lot then of course he'll be cleaning the house often. He then spot someone standing outside, in the backyard. He walks over to see Sanji standing there dazed. If he remembers correctly, the boy has been there the whole time. But it did seem like they were arguing. "Who are you?" Smoker asks looking down at Sanji who had just came out of his daze.

Sanji looked up at Smoker. And they all thought Zoro was a monster. He tops Zoro when it comes to muscles. Sanji then just notice Smoker is wearing a police uniform. He's a cop. "I'm a friend of Zoro."

"Really?" Smoker squats down to be on the same level as Sanji. He watches the way Sanji stands is rather proper, straight, not slumping his shoulder. Even his uniform looks steam pressed and cleaned.

"Yes. I'm part of the straw hats. I cook a lot for Luffy and everyone else too but mostly Luffy."

"Would you like to come in?" Smoker asks nicely. His frown disappearing.

"Yes, please." Sanji says going onto the Engawa.

"Take off your shoes and place them near the front door." Smoker opens the sliding door a little more to let Sanji through. Sanji look around the living room then goes down the hallway to the front door and sets his shoes with the others. As Sanji goes back to the living room he's takes a good look at everything. It's open, not to many walls. And where there are walls there are pictures of the family. Sanji didn't want to snoop too much so he took quick looks at the pictures. He kind of thought Zoro came from a fictional family, he never brags about his sibling like Luffy does, or tell stories about his father like Franky or Usopp does. He sits on the couch awkwardly and to gentlemanly. "Are you really Zoro's friends?" Smoker asks. Sanji looks over to see smoker standing near the wall the tv is against looking at him.

"I'm not as close to Zoro as Luffy is but yes, I'm his friend."

"You're a little too polite to be Zoro's friends but if you say so." Smoker says as he leaves. Smoker walks into the kitchen to see Zoro sitting at the breakfast nook with the first aid open. "Let me help you." Smoker says getting closer.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"I got a call from Sengoku about your two week suspension. He said he called dad," Smoker pauses to place cool patches on the bruises and rub some ointment. "The last time you got in trouble and he didn't pick up so this time he called me about it. He didn't tell me anything but you beating up over one hundred students. What are you thinking Zoro!"

"What, it's not like I killed them all." Zoro says about to move off the stool but is boxed in by Smoker. He turns to see Smoker frowning at him.

"Yes, but Zoro we all know you could. Almost did once."

"Almost, once. Its not happening again."

"They did the bruises on you?" Smoker asks. Zoro's silence is his answer. "What is happening to you Zoro?" Smoker rubs his forehead.

"Am I dismissed?" Zoro says.

"Yes," Smoker shoos him away. "Oh your friends in the living room." Smoker adds.

Friend? Zoro rushes over to the living room to see Sanji sitting like a statue on the couch. "Oh its you. I thought you left already." Zoro says. Sanji looks over at him.

"Who did you think was waiting here?" Sanji asks. He could hear everything from the living room. His quess is that Zoro didn't tell Senkoku why he started the fight. At this point the only person who knows Zoro is Sanji.

"Anyone but you." Well that hurt.

"I came in the first place to talk to you about school." Sanji says.

"Fine we can talk in my room." Zoro says. Sanji stands up with a small smile on his face as he fixed his messenger bags position. Zoro heads to the stairs where he ushers Sanji to keep going. "I'll be in my room!" Zoro yells.

"Zoro!" Smoker yells and Zoro makes the most annoyed noise ever. Very typical of a young brother.

"Nothing's going to happen! He's straight!" Zoro yells and Sanji couldn't help but blush. Zoro pushed Sanji to his room after almost pushing them into the bathroom and the master bedroom. Zoro closes the door to his room leaving it open just a sliver but stands next to it like a guard. Sanji takes the sight of Zoro's room in.

It's got a bed, desk, body mirror, weights, a small round table with pillows to sit on in the middle. He has a tv with some dvd cases littered next to it. He never would have thought. Sanji sets his bag next to him as he sat on one of the pillows. "Nice room." Sanji blurts out not even realizing he said till a second later. Sanji looks away from a small book shelves filled with books of all sizes and very colorful. Some looked like comics. He looks at Zoro to see the green haired man didn't seem very happy about the blonde being there.

"Enough crap, what do you want to talk about?" Zoro frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Like I said school." Sanji says serious.