Disclaimer: One Piece does not belong to me.
WARNINGS: (throughout the whole fic): vulgar language, explicit porn, a horny Zoro all the time, Short chapters, corny romance(?) And Fluff.
NA: SORRY.
The day is sunny, as always when summer arrives in that famous city, and people haunt all over the place looking at the clear sky, fascinated by the sea that faces the west.
"Hey, Zoro!"
But for someone in particular, the huge sea and the shiny sun, it does not cause an impression, is just more of the same.
"Z.o.r.o~ "
Roronoa every morning - not so early - leaves his house to go to the gym, the closest to his house not to get lost, and the money he has paid to enter there is due to a heavy load job that has done all the weekends before going to their Kendo classes. (1)
"Zoro~!"
It was difficult for him to get used to an environment as different as it was a foreign country, well Roronoa had been born in Japan and his character was strictly governed by those standards almost retrograde that his parents had induced him since he was a child; honor, pride, respect, he had values that ruled his way, and it was not surprising that under that clash of cultures, in those 3 years that had been living there, has changed a bit.
"Zo-!"
"What the hell do you want?!" As for example, respect.
"Zoro, Zoro, they're selling cotton candy out there, buy me oneee~ "
The hair green man softened his face when Nico Robin's pet started talking to him, he always screamed that he was not a pet neither a raccoon, but he did not care.
"I have no money."
Mumble seriously supporting the elbow on the knee while counting 789 push-ups with the weight he used and although he was ignoring it, the reindeer did not give up and climbed on his head pulling the green hair.
"Zoro, you should rest a little, it's bad that you're always training, you never stop, your body will scold you over time."
And there it was, Dr. Tony's chatter, nobody believed the brunette when she admitted it, but the reindeer had many surprises under that strange and beautiful blue nose.
"I do not have time to listen to your chatter. If I want to be stronger, should not I try hard every day?"
He question coming to 800, with thick drops of sweat running down his chunky, bare chest overshadowed by a large scar from side to side that always drew attention wherever he went, although it would not happen very often if he decided at least, put on a shirt.
Tony was silent, completely forgetting his request for cotton candy and contemplate the marked veins that leapt from his arms by the effort given with some admiration and resignation.
"Ah, by the way" When he reached 810 he stopped, looking up at the shrill voice of the reindeer "They took your swords."
"Why did not you tell me that at the beginning?!"
Everyone knew, Zoro never separated from his three katanas even though he was sleeping, and that also included that he always took them wherever they went.
"God damn! And do you know who it was?"
Tony got off his body, while the brunette was straightening. Middle a 1.81 and his chest marked by hard pectorals, were outlined very well with his abdomen so flat and beefy; the best thing is that it was not ostentatious, it was adequate for his weight and height, according to the reindeer who did not stop examining him.
"The guards of the place I think."
The people around him felt intimidated by the aura so rough that transmitted the sour look who had the green hair, but in addition to fear, the aforementioned could feel the disguised looks of desire.
The women be flipped something marveled at his body, crossing the green shorts that hid his round ass, while they caressed with those pupils the line of his column and the dimples that formed when the green-haired raised his arms.
No one would be able to admit it, but yes, sometimes they only came for that beauty of the color of cinnamon, while the owner, known to be someone idiot, did not give much importance.
"Ah? But if I have always come with my katanas, why does this happen now?
"Because there is a new owner of the place."
The melodious and smooth voice of the jet hair Nico Robin resounded all over the place, while behind her came the insufferable Nami, an orange-haired girl who Roronoa honestly did not like so much.
"Ah! Zoro!"
He ignored it and turned around, but Nami grabbed him by the shoulder and began to speak in a serious and terrifying way.
"You still owe me those 50 berries ... Do you think I've forgotten?"
He sighed, feeling like a fool when he got the idea of borrowing money from the orange-haired girl just to pay for the maintenance of his swords.
"I'll pay you later!"
"Oh no! Do not think that's just that! You have delayed 5 months, so interest goes up 70%."
Tony was scared to see the merciless Nami, but Robin laughed softly cocking his head.
"What?! Are you crazy!"
The argument was to going bigger to happen when Nami's eyes darkened, and Zoro sweated cold, but he was not going to swallow his retorts.
"I'm not going to pay-"
"What's super happening here?"
The exaggeration of the 'r' of nothing more and nothing less than Franky, reached his ears and the man, a mass of vigorous muscles, managed to divert everyone's attention while something came quickly to Roronoa's head.
My swords!
"Robin, tell me quickly, who is the new boss?"
The girl looked over her shoulder, and smiled pointing to the place.
"Oh, there he is, his name is-"
"Thank you!"
He did not even take the time to pick up his things -he really did not bring anything but a bottle of water and his swords- and he quickly left the place.
"Ah, Demons! Robin Where did that idiot go?" Nico turned to see and pointed to the place.
"Be careful Nami, it seems that something interesting is about to happen."
"Hm? What are you talking about?"
The sun reached its highest peak and transfer the showcases of the gymnasium with its golden strands, as well as the hair that was walking outside of the place.
(1) Like the cliche, Zoro practices kendo