Again, this is based off of works created by Rick Riordan and Oda Eiichiro. Citations in MLA are on the first chapter.

Chapter 3

It had been three years since Zoro and Percy had become friends. After moving in, Sally had begun to train with Ririko, causing the extended Okubo family to see the Jacksons as family. Admittedly Sally had taken to guns as a weapon, which didn't often happen to Okubo's, but she had become extremely accurate, to the point of being called a sniper. Percy on the other hand was getting very good at wielding a greek style of hoplite blade. He hadn't yet found one that felt perfect in his hand, but when Percy had asked Zoro about it, Zoro had just given a bloodthirsty pleased grin (And how?) and said,

"That just means that your sword will be something special, something that you have to find and earn."

After that, Percy had become even more excited every time Ririko had let him and Zoro hunt down and fight monsters. At first, Sally Jackson hadn't wanted to let her son do something so dangerous, but Zoro's mom had convinced her.

"Look, Sally, if the kids never get actual experience fighting monsters then they will never be able to survive when they have no choice but to fight the monsters."

"I know," Sally said softly, "But I wish that I could protect them, that my son would never have to fight monsters."

"If you want," Ririko said cheerfully, "We could go and hunt down some monsters to fight together so that you can see how wimpy the unnamed ones are."

And that, was that. Though Sally did seem even more annoyed at her friend than usual for a while. It seemed that watching your best friend do crazy stunts and almost die just gave you a headache from repeatedly slapping your forehead at their antics.

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Of course, the first time Zoro and Percy went monster hunting didn't go extremely well. For the monsters that is. Though it did cause Zoro's mother to burst out laughing at her newest friend because she finally realized just who Percy's other parent was.

The reason Ririko found out, Percy freaking out when some random Egyptian monsters threw him into some person's swimming pool. Besides accidentally causing a maelstrom, he found that he could breathe perfectly fine, well, almost perfectly fine. Chlorine for Percy was kind of like smoke from a campfire to other people. He was still capable of breathing, but it was more difficult and made his eyes water.

After Sally was done fussing at her son like the mother hen she definitely was, she made sure that her friend knew to keep what she'd found a secret.

"You think I'm that stupid?" Ririko asked, "And yes I know to keep the exact nature of his heritage away from the kid until he's old enough to take care of himself. Okubo's are good at hiding halfbloods, ordinary people to, but unless their parents are really small time, then we can't stop the big time monsters and gods from finding them."

"Really?" Sally questioned. She thought that the weird cloaking things were pretty good at stopping the monsters from getting her son's scent.

"Yeah, it'll dull their presence once they find out, but unless they manage to make sure no one actually wants to look for them, our kids can be found if they know who their parents are," Ririko simply shrugged, "Eh, I have it easy compared to you, though. Zoro doesn't care, at all. Even if I tried to tell him who his father is, he wouldn't really listen to me because to him it's not important. Oh well, at least our kids have parents in the same pantheon, it would be so much more difficult if they didn't."

"So who is Zoro's dad?"

Ririko smirked at her best friend, who'd lived with her for three years, first inside her house- then in a house right next to her's, "You'll just have to guess. Don't worry, if you get it right then I'll tell you. I promise."

"You better."

For some reason, until after the weirdness that happens at the end of that school year to the boys, she never did figure out who Zoro's father was.

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That year, both Percy and Zoro went to school at a boarding school for 'troubled' kids known as Yancy Academy. Percy because of his penchant for attracting trouble along with his ADHD and dyslexia, and Zoro because he didn't care about school beyond what was important to furthering his dream and he also kept traumatising teachers. By this point though, Percy was mostly just exasperated every time a teacher ran away screaming about demon children.

Though, Zoro's school work policy had somehow lead to him knowing both physics and ancient world history very well, if only for highly specific things like the history of various swords or how to calculate how much force it would require to swing a sword hard enough to knock someone back without killing them. It had been downright scary the first time Zoro had shown off his flying slashes, though for some reason he seemed a bit disappointed in them.

"Dude," Percy yelled, "You just decapitated a Dracaenae without even touching her, why in the world are you disappointed!" If Percy could do something that cool he wouldn't be so disappointed- Wait, he probably could do something that cool. Something with water? Maybe like extending his sword with water… but that's really boring sounding… Hmmm…

As Percy went of in a tangent in his own mind about how to do something as awesome as the flying slashes that Zoro did, Zoro explained why he was so disappointed, not even realizing that Percy had stopped paying attention (Though he didn't really care if his friend knew why or not), "It only went about three feet of the edge of my blade, and even then it didn't really decapitate her, it only got about halfway through severing her head before she crumbled to dust. I really do have a long way left to go to become the strongest swordsman in the world."

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About two weeks into the new school year, two interesting things happened. One of the Latin teachers had to be replaced because of a completely random nervous breakdown, and a new kid moved into the school. The teacher, Mr. Brunner, quickly became one of the more popular teachers to both the sixth and seventh grade students, mostly because he was a very good teacher. Even Zoro paid at least a little attention in his class, though that could just be because Mr. Brunner would occasionally give out little tidbits of information about swords or swordsmanship in ancient times.

The new student, however, quickly became a target for bullies, mostly because he was a cripple and seemed naturally nervous. The kid, named Grover Underwood, had been about to get pounded by some of the big, slow moving bully types that exist everywhere when both Percy and Zoro came to his rescue. Well, Zoro was the only one that actually fought the bullies, Percy just led Grover back their room, of which Grover had been an occupant of for less than five hours at that point. The reason Zoro was the only one who fought the bullies? Apparently, for reasons unknown (CoughZeusCough), the principal hated Percy and was just waiting for an opportunity to suspend him. Which didn't make sense as to why he'd ignored Zoro's penchant for making teachers quit with a nervous breakdown.

"Why?" Grover asked Percy as they closed the door to their dorm, both panting slightly from running all the way back (Which admittedly wasn't extremely fast because Grover still had to use crutches), "I mean, we barely know each other, you left with Zoro about ten minutes after we were introduced, and I'm just some useless nobody! You didn't have to-"

"You're right, I didn't have to do anything," Percy told him resolutely, "But I did want to. Because I was in exactly the same place you're in right now, and if someone didn't come and didn't save me, didn't decide to teach me how to defend myself, then I'd be pretty useless to. I don't like bullies, especially when they pick on people who don't deserve it. Besides, you're my roommate, and roommates stick together, right?"

"Who? I mean, saved you. Who saved you?" Grover squeaked out.

"Zoro. Who else? Besides, he's pretty good at teaching people how to fight," Percy looked over at Grover, whose slightly whiskery chin was still trembling and whose eyes were still bright with unshed tears, and sighed, "Yeah, you're definitely gonna need to learn how to defend yourself. Maybe with your crutches? Then you'd always have a weapon with you."

Grover looked shocked towards his roommate for a moment, just about everyone at Camp Halfblood had given up on ever teaching him any truly useful skill (He wasn't even that good with panpipes, what satyr couldn't play the panpipes?), so now he was just a bad joke. The Satyr that couldn't really protect anyone, and that just had a good sense of smell to find demigods. But this guy… he didn't look at Grover and see worthless, he saw someone who had potential to learn. But what if…

"What if Zoro doesn't want to teach me?" Grover asked miserably, knowing that it was a miracle one person looked at him and didn't automatically think useless, but two people was…

BAM!

And the door to the room closed violently, with Zoro standing there looking self satisfied, and having blood on his knuckles.

"I hope that you're fine with learning how to fight," Zoro said with a very dangerous smile towards Grover, "Because that was kind of pathetic. Though, I doubt very many people would have told you to fight when they believe you're crippled."

"But I am crippled!" Grover shouted, forgetting for a moment where he was and who he was talking to, "I'm useless, and terrible at everything, and I can't do anything right!"

"Tch," snorted Zoro, with Percy nodding along to his words, "You have difficulty using your legs. That just means that you become even more awesome when you overcome the weakness everyone else sees. Crippled? That is just a word other people use because they think that you are less than them. At least, the people who hurt you used it to mean that."

"Now," said Zoro, "Is there anything that you'd particularly like to learn, preferably an actual weapon, but just about anything can be turned into something useful to fight with."

The thing about Grover, was that even though he was terrible at playing the panpipes, he'd always wanted to learn… "The Saxophone. I've always wanted to learn how to play the saxophone."

Percy looked over at his best friend, to see if he looked dismayed at what Grover had chosen, or if Zoro disliked the idea of even trying to fight with an instrument, but Zoro looked thoughtful. He remembered both Scratchman Apoo and Igaram, even Brook found ways to weaponize music. A saxophone… well, even if Grover couldn't learn how to do the same kind of things that Appoo could do because of his devil fruit, the saxophone could undoubtedly be modified to also shoot bullets like Igaram's, maybe even reinforced to be used as some sort of club.

"It could work. Maybe reinforce to be a club for school, but if you like the idea you could also use it to fire bullets or some kind of needle. Though it's too bad that you can't use the sound to create a shockwave or to slice through the air," Zoro seemed a little disappointed at the thought.

"Dude," said Percy, "That would be so awesome. I mean, play music one moment, fight the next, then continue with the music. You could even fight and play at the same time! It's kind of like having your own battle music theme all the time. Though it would be cool to make the air explode."

Grover looked happy for a moment (Maybe because if he could figure it out, he could cause explosions with music), then frowned, "Where in the world would I even find a saxophone like that anyway. Especially not one that shoots bullets, which is admittedly kind of cool."

"Eh," said Zoro, walking over and lying down on one of the beds, "Don't worry, my mom'll know something."

"But…, wait did he just fall asleep?"

"Yeah," replied Percy while he frowned at the bed Zoro was lying on ( Which happened to be his own), "He probably meant to go back to his own dorm to sleep, and ended up here by mistake. Don't worry about the sleeping thing though, he naps everywhere, and I do mean everywhere."

"But if he's sleeping on your bed, then where are you going to sleep," asked Grover nervously.

Percy shrugged, "Chill, stuff like this happens a lot, I've got a backup plan." Then he reached under the bed, pulled out a cot, pillow, and several blankets, then began to assemble the cot.

Grover blinked, "Well, alright then. Why do I get the feeling that somehow I'm the normal one," he muttered. Percy grinned when he heard him,

"That's because you are."

Of course, Percy wouldn't be able to truly appreciate the truth of that statement until Christmas.

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It had been half a year since then. Somehow, Zoro's mom did manage to find a saxophone that would do exactly what he'd asked (Shoot bullets when played, reinforced as a club). Though her payment for finding it was that Grover had to come home with Zoro and Percy for Christmas. Grover had been fine with that, until he met Zoro's mother, and then he was completely terrified of her.

Part of this was that it took her about ten minutes to realize that he was a Satyr, at which time she'd both bluntly informed everyone of that fact, and also asked what he wanted. Of course Grover almost burst out crying when she did, it took Percy confirming that he didn't care what species Grover was, and Zoro looking entirely unconcerned for him to calm down.

Though, Grover was confused as to why Ririko (Or as he called her, Ms. Okubo) would even know what he was. After all, he was fairly certain that she was a regular mortal…

Ms. Okubo actually rolled her eyes, "Do you think that no one knows about the pantheons, kid? There are a lot of people who know, my family is just one of them. And we're only one because our's is one of the families that attracts various gods as… well." It was her wicked smirk that let everyone gathered into her living room on the first day of Christmas break, from Sally Jackson who sported a wistful smile to Satoshi who was the only member of the Okubo family present besides Ririko and Zoro (Everyone else was… busy. But Satoshi would never miss being with his sister for Christmas), know exactly what she meant.

Zoro looked at her contemplatively, "You're sure that whoever it was didn't hurt you, Right? Because then I'd have to find them and beat them up." Grover looked terrified for a moment, hugging the case of his new tenor saxophone (Of which he was already far better at playing than his pipes, which he had kept only for sentimental reasons) to his chest, and mentally praying that Zoro's parent wouldn't be one of the more powerful gods. Or offended by their child's claim. Both would be great, actually.

A very amused Ririko was the answer, "We've talked about this before. I was bored, your father looked very nice. We beat up some idiots in a park together. Not a bad date at all."

Zoro turned to look at Mrs. Jackson, "Your guy didn't hurt you either, Aunt?" At her amused headshake, because Zoro asked this question at least once a month as though he thought that if he asked enough times their answer would be different, Satoshi gave a bark of laughter.

"Look, my violent and protective little nephew, if you want to fight these gods so bad, or any god, just ask to duel them to make sure that they are awesome enough to have dated your mom or aunt," Satoshi explained. And Zoro's eyes lit up, happy that he could fight some gods (And protect his mom, not that he'd tell anyone though).

"Wait," said Grover urgently, panicking a little, "You can't just fight a god, I mean, they could crush you or curse you, or take a fight the wrong way!" The Satyr really didn't want one of his very few friends to die or live with some fate worse than death. Zoro could get turned into some monster, that would then really like goat meat, and then Grover would die because Zoro could utterly destroy him.

As Grover was having a little panic attack on the chair where he'd sat after he had been outed as a mythological creature, all of the present Okubo's gave him an extremely deadpan look.

"We're Okubo's," Satoshi explained, "We are the very best at fighting, few can claim to top any of us in our chosen field. I wouldn't even be surprised if the same thing happened to you, the lovely Ms. Sally, and Percy. I mean, the Jacksons are practically Okubo's at this point, and Zoro has decided that you're his responsibility."

"What!?" Came out the startled yelp from the Satyr.

Zoro looked at him from where he'd sprawled on the floor as soon as he had deemed the conversation as becoming uninteresting, and grumbled, "Relax, all that means is that I'm teaching you."

"What he means," said Uncle Satoshi, "is that we don't teach just anyone. You must have some good potential. Also, as soon as you're good with that saxophone, I'd like to hear you play, Jazz is my favorite genre of music."

"Heh, snob," said his sister.

"Just because I occasionally like to do creative things, doesn't mean that I'm a snob."

"Oh really, what about when…"

"Drop it," Sally asserted, "This is Christmas, we have a guest, and you two are behaving like actual children." Ririko simply nodded with what could loosely be described as a pout on her face whereas Satoshi…

"Of course, oh magnificent sniper lady, and may I just say that you are looking particularly lovely this evening!"

Yeah, Zoro wasn't that happy about his Uncle turning into some weird copy of Sanji the moment he was near Aunt Sally, but at least it was only her.

Apparently, when they had first met Sally had threatened Satoshi in a very violent manner, which he deserved for trying to sneak into his mom's house, and he'd fallen in love with the way that she'd threatened him so coolly with a rifle pointed at his head.

Yeah, his uncle was weird.

"Back to Aunt Riri's first question," Percy interjected, "What exactly does Grover want with me and Zoro."

If anyone wonders, the first chapter is just to have a decent explanation as to why the Straw Hat Pirates are being reborn in various worlds. I think that I mad it up, but it sounds weird enough that I could have read the idea somewhere. I don't believe that I read it anywhere, but my memory is not very good.

And yes, every friend, ally, or relatively benevolent enemy will end up in the Eternal Adventure, which will end up being the One Piece equivalent of Heaven for those who end up there. Any new friends will also show up, which means even if their endings aren't happy in the story, their afterlives will be. It could be fun, after I am all done, writing about what happens when everyone meets.