Black as Knight.
To anyone that doesn't know;
The Mall is the huge long road that leads down from Buckingham Palace.
'Oyabin' means Boss...or the equivalent of I suppose... ^^)
MI5 is a bit like the Secret Service, or the CIA/FBI...but, the British version.
To those asking about Zoro's mum, I /DID/ mention that she's dead, but you'll hear more about her in later chapters. =)
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WARNING; (Parental) Spanking in this here chapter.
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Chapter 3.
"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. THATCH YOU LEDGEND!" Luffy yelled joyfully as Thatch walked in. Thatch glared at him disapprovingly.
"Just because I managed to get my hands on a huge bucket of chicken drumsticks from the butchers, doesn't mean I automatically become the most important person in the world. Even though I am." He scolded, holding the black plastic bucket close to him.
Zoro tapped Thatch's shoulder as he walked into the kitchen behind him. As Thatch looked one way, Zoro nipped the other side and stole one of the drumsticks from the bucket. Thatch looked at him at first in suprise, which quickly morphed into annoyance, clipping him around the ear half-heartedly as Zoro failed to duck, walking off triuphantly with his prize to the amusement of everyone else.
"Thaaaattchh..." Luffy whined, pouting at his friend rather cutely, making his eyes as wide as they would go.
The bucket was shoved onto the table. "Fine! Have at it you vultures." He gave in, taking one himself as the rest of the table dove on it, filling their plates eagerly, or mouths in two cases.
Zoro leant up against the wall as he nibbled on the remaining meat that was still clinging to the bone of his own drumstick, chuckling with laughter as he watched the antics of his crazy friends. His family, even.
"Yo Zoro." Ace called, having wolfed down his fill of food already, leaving the others to fight Luffy for their fair share. "I heard something rather interesting this morning on the radio." He said myteriously.
The Mugiwara leader raised an interested eyebrow, leaning to the left as the knife that Chopper had thrown at Luffy was dodged, embedding itself in the place where his head had been not seconds before.
"I heard that King Lucci and Queen Hancock are leaving on official royal business in France to form an alliance, and will be driving through the streets of London, specifically down The Mall* at approximately four o'clock s'afternoon." Ace stated proudly, a mischevious glint appearing in his eye.
Zoro threw the now completely dry bone at Luffy's head, who didn't even notice as it bounced off of his forehead, as he was too busy chomping down his final drumstick somewhat vigorously.
He considered the idea for a few seconds.
Buckingham Palace and the little circle of area around it had been left alone by both gangs when they had claimed their territories. Not only because it was royal groud, but because the place was often teaming with MI5 agents. About two years ago, before Nami had joined, Luffy had managed to somehow get trapped in one of the government buildings near to the Palace, having wandered in by accident upon having not paid attention to where he had been going.
Having been feeling slightly hungry, he had seen a bowl of fruit in one of the rooms that he came to. Taking one and eating it straight off, he had put another in his pocket, saving it for his brother. Upon somehow walking out of the government building unnoticed, he returned to the Sunny, giving the fruit to his brother by reaching out to give it to him, thus stretching his arm. The devil fruits made them unable to swim from that point on, but neither of them seemed too bothered.
However, Luffy had been taught the difference between the different areas of London since.
History aside, Zoro could see no reason for not going. "Well then." He said shortly. "Best we pay their royal highnesses a visit." He smirked.
The long road of The Mall was swarming with London citizens, each holding little flags of the United Kingdom on it, waving them madly and cheering as they laughed and chatted amiably. Among the crowds, the Mugiwara's weaved their way to the front so that they were the closest to the road and were able to see the royal family when they passed.
Then again, the crowds seemed to just move accordingly once they had seen Zoro. Not only because of the fact that Zoro had a huge scowl on his face.
"Nami, I really don't see why you made me leave my swords back on the Thousand Sunny." He grumbled, shooting her a murderous glare which she promptly ignored.
"Because, Zoro, we are out in public in territory that isn't ours-"
"-all the more reason-"
"-and so therefore you would have to be an idiot to be wandering around with three swords when you are about to see a glimpse of the royal family. There are agents everywhere. Your katanas aren't exactly 'hidden' weapons, so they'd be taken away from you and you'd most likely get your arse thrown in jail." Nami ranted, having lost it a little bit as she flicked her short orange hair over her shoulder.
Zoro slumped in defeat. "I guess..." He muttered. "But I feel a little vulnerable without them."
Thatch slung an arm around his friends shoulders and shook him humorously. "Don't worry 'bout it! Look at Ace and Luffy, they don't have weapons and they're fine!" The withering look that Zoro gave him made the cook wince slightly. "Oh, devil fruits...right...bad example." He said, taking his arm away from Zoro's shoulders once more.
A boy who wasn't looking where he was going suddenly ran into Ace and fell over backwards with a cry. Suprised, the Mugiwara's stared at the boy. Ace bent down until he was on his knees and helped the boy up.
"Hey, are you ok?" Ace asked in concern.
The boy's eyes had welled up a little with tears from the pain of having fallen over, his short blonde hair covered with a small brown golfer cap that really didn't go with his expensive blue tailormade jacket and black trousers.
"Mmhm." The boy nodded, refusing to look at Ace.
"How old are you?" The gang member asked, trying not to scare the kid.
The boy glanced up to meet Ace's eyes for less than a second before darting away again. "Twelve." He mumbled, using his tongue to nervously explore the gap in his tooth. "Why...What do you want to know for?" He asked.
Luffy overheard and started laughing. "Hahaha! I like this kid!" He laughed. He bent down so that he was also knelt down in front of the boy beside his brother. "Hey, kid, what's your name, eh?" He asked enthusiastically.
"Sabo." The boy said, raising his chin defiantly as though he sensed a challenge, or daring Luffy to laugh at him. Instead, Luffy gave him a huge one hundred kilowatt grin, making Sabo blink rapidly in suprise whereas Ace merely facepalmed beside him.
"That's a great name!" Luffy grinned, holding his hand out for Sabo to shake. "Name's Luffy, and this is my brother, Ace." He introduced, his grin getting wider -if it was possible- as Sabo nervously took his hand and shook it hesitantly as Ace nodded to him with a smile.
A female gasp of horror went up. "SABO." A woman with an ugly face and long blonde hair cried. "Come over here this INSTANT."
Sabo pulled a face and groaned. "Damn it...Hide me?" He smiled weakly, making Ace chuckle.
"That your mum?" He asked, nodding to her.
Sabo nodded. "Wish she wasn't. We're nobles and are great things, things I don't want to be, are expected of me. She's a witch...and don't get me started on my dad." He muttered miserably.
The green haired seventeen year-old took a sudden interest in the conversation, seeing the small kid in an extremely similar position that he had once been in. The thought of offering the kid to stay with them crossed his mind for a mere blur of a second, but he dismissed it just as quickly. He didn't even know the kid. Not to mention that he was way too young to do what they did.
'You were only a year older when you ran away.'His conscience whispered. He told it to shut up.
"SABO." The woman shrieked, having suddenly registered who her son was standing with. The woman started to bustle over to them, making Sabo turn to Ace desperately.
Ace didn't know what made him do it. He quickly leaned in and whispered something fast into Sabo's ear, who was wide eyed in shock.
"If you ever decide to run away and be free like us, go to One Piece Avenue and knock on the warehouse door hard six times. But tell no one. And not until you think you're ready. Not until you think you're strong enough. Ok?"
Leaning back out he stared into Sabo's eyes intently, whose own eyes held a mixture of both shock and gratitude as he looked up to Ace. "Thank you." Sabo whispered, not even noticing as his mother bore down upon him and snatched his hand, instead giving the Mugiwara's his first grin since he's met them.
"Sabo! Why didn't you listen to me when I told you not to run off?" The woman scolded harshly, yanking hard on his arm so that he winced in pain. The woman turned to look at Zoro, but he merely stared at her somewhat intimidatingly.
"I'm sorry, Roronoa Zoro. I didn't mean for him to-"
"Don't hurt the boy, and get out of my sight. He did nothing wrong." Zoro voice interupted monotoniously, his gaze never wavering from the ugly, ashen faced woman stood before him. The woman nodded and dragged Sabo out of sight, who when he turned to get one final glance at Zoro, watched as the green haired swordsman winked at him with a slight smirk.
Suprisingly, it was Chopper who punched Ace's back as the D brother started to stand up. As Ace turned to look at the doctor in bewilderment, Chopper pounced on him and pinned him to the pavement. "Ace!" Chopper hissed. "Our life isn't ideal! Sure as hell not for him! He's a child, a boy!"
"And he's upset with his life! He doesn't want it!" Ace protested. "I did what I thought was right. He's got a chance, if he wants it."
Zoro picked the little reindeer up off of Ace's back, allowing him to stand up. "Oi, Chopper. As much as I understand why you're against what Ace did, I agree with him." He said as he set Chopper on the floor. The Mugiwara's turned to look at him, Thatch giving him a knowing look. "That kid most likely would rather than kill himself rather than have to follow a dream that he doesn't believe in. So Ace has probably just given him a chance at life. I wouldn't be suprised if the kid turns up in about two weeks. Give or take."
"Want to bet?" Nami muttered.
"A fiver on it." Zoro agreed, shaking Nami's hand to seal it.
"What's this you're betting on? How long it's gonna take for MI5 to find you?" Sanji's condescending voice cut in snidely.
Zoro glared at him. "What are you doing here curly-brow?" He growled.
The blonde spread his arms wide with a knowing smile. "I'm here for the same reason as you! Here to have a good time."
"Yeah," Nami snorted, "we have very different ideas of 'having a good time'." Ace immediately sniggered into his shoulder, trying not say anything witty that would set them all off.
Sanji narrowed his eyes at them for a second. "You are all of you pathetic." He spat, watching gleefully as Zoro bristled slightly, as did Luffy on his other side. "But I wonder if you could change that...if I challenge you to a dare." He said slyly. There was a silence, in which he took the opportunity to continue. "I think you could prove your bravery, if you were to attack the royal family as they drive by, and get away with it."
"No." Zoro stated flatly, his tone brooking no argument. Instead he nodded his head to the others and they started to move forwards, past Sanji and his gang. "Besides, we know that you could give the royals a heart attack just by showing them that weird curly eyebrow of yours." He smirked.
Said eyebrow twitched, but a cough from his right coming from Brook made him realise that if he started a fight, the agents -or police even- would be on him faster than a fleeting thought. He gasped as he felt a hard fist connect with his stomach, making him splutter for a second. Turning, he made to kick Zoro in between his well muscled shoulderblades, but Marco quickly dragged him back and into the crowd along with the rest of their gang.
Moving on in high spirits, the Mugiwara gang happily started to blend in with the crowd, taking in the enthusiasm around them as people waved the British flags everywhere, pressed up against the railing the was situated down the entire length of the Mall.
Slipping inbetween people easily thanks to Nami's stealth, the gang managed to make their way to the front of the pulsing crowds and leant up against the metal rail that seperated the people from the road. A sharp breeze picked up and the leaves of the trees that lined the Mall started to rustle and occasionally flutter down to the pavement, where they were trampled upon.
Ussop suddenly turn on Nami, who stared at him in surprise. "Oi Nami! That's my pocket you're trying to pick." He hissed at her, his voice barely higher than a whisper.
The orange haired girl felt her cheekbones flush as she quickly retracted her hand. "O-Oh...right." She muttered, wrinking her nose in embarrassment as she set about targeting the other people in the crowd that were positioned around her.
Thatch rolled his eyes. "Nice to see that someone is still on the job. Did she tell you she's been pickpocketing the same guy everyday for a month now? The poor guy's frantic, but he still can't see how our little cat is deriving her entertainment from him." He chuckled, making Zoro grin in amusement.
"Say, Zoro, why didn't you accept Sanji's dare?" Luffy asked inquisitively.
"Luffy. The number of agents that will be here is going to be riddiculous and they would be on us quicker than lighting a flame from a lighter. So I'm going to ignore you and pretend you didn't ask that." Zoro sighed, rubbing his temple.
An exclamation stopped any other conversation that could have been started at that moment. "HEY GUYS! THE ROYAL CAR IS COMING DOWN THE ROAD!" Chopper yelled excitedly, jumping up and down in his full deer form so that his hooves clattered noisily on the pavement. However, this noise was lost as the crowd around them took up the cry and started to cheer loudly, waving their flags joyously in the air.
The Mugiwara cook nudged Zoro and nodded his head in the direction that was directly opposite them. Zoro followed his gaze and immediately narrowed his eyes at the sight before him. On the other side of the Mall, the Kārī gang were stood in a show of power as they menaced those around them slightly, making the crowd back off a little as they forced their way to the front.
Ace raised an eyebrow and nudged Ussop, a wicked grin appearing on his face. "Oi, Ussop. Dare you to put a paint bomb right in the middle of Sanji's face." He muttered in an undertone. With a grin just as evil, Ussop's hand stole into his satchel and pulled out his slingshot, swiftly fitting a small orange pellet into it.
Focusing, he used Sanji's curly eyebrow as a honing device. Just as he let fly, Sanji's eye widened in slow motion as he saw the paint pellet come hurtling towards him.
But it never reached him.
A stunned silence settled over the crowds of London as everyone flinched at the sound of the paint pellet exploding upon impact...
...of the royal car.
Time slowed down as it continued to drive down the length of the Mall, but when time finally caught up, Zoro managed to snap himself out of his daze for long enough to roughly yank the slingshot out of Ussop's hands. Ace nearly fell over in hysterics at seeing Ussop's mortified face as Zoro turned on him and gripped the front of his shirt.
Across the Mall, Sanji's face was livid. "That was meant for me." He growled.
"Oyabin..." Vivi started nervously, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and stroking it carefully.
"Sanji." Trafalgar stated calmly in a slight warning.
"Those flashy bastards!" Buggy nearly screamed, shaking his fist at the Mugiwara gang. Brook shook his skull at his companion's overly agressive nature.
Sanji went to move forwards, Marco and Kidd moving either side of him in unison as the others started to follow. Suddenly he saw a flash of something that caught his eye, something that turned into multiple somethings. For a second he was on edge, until he saw the direction which they were heading. Glancing at his adversary, he grinned wickedly and motioned to his gang. Seconds later, they had melted back into the crowd and disappeared.
At the last second, Zoro managed to catch the grin that Sanji had sent at him. He frowned in confusion as he finally handed Ussop's slingshot back to him. Moments later, he turned back to his group, only to have Luffy, Ace and Thatch all pulling and tugging at him, frantically nodding their heads in the same direction.
"They saw you with that damned slingshot." Thatch hissed at him. Zoro curled his lip inwards and bit down on his bottom lip in irritation.
Suddenly Luffy started to freak out and tugged on Ace's wrist. "Ace, Ace we need to get outof here. G-Gramps is heading towards us!" He exclaimed. Immediately Ace snapped into action.
"Ok, we need to get out of here and head back. We...We need to...Thatch! What should we do?" He appealed to his friend desperately as he started to panic, watching as the agents started to bear down on them.
"We split up." Zoro intervened quickly. "They saw me with the slingshot, so they'll go after me. With any luck, they don't know you are with me. You guys split up in case, but I want no devil fruit users together. Am I understood? Meet back at the Sunny." He ordered.
They nodded, each splitting into groups whereas Zoro took off on his own, sprinting as he pushed through the crowds, allowing no one to get in his way as they either jumped aside or were thrown with cries of surprise. In his mind, cursed Nami for making him leave his three katana's at the base. Unfortunately for him, the streets of London were all but deserted since everyone had been at the Mall, so as he twisted and turned down every street he could, trying to ignore the rapid running footsteps behind him, drawing ever closer.
After what seemed like ages, Zoro's limbs were tiring. His muscles screamed at him, begging him to stop, or to at least slow down. But the swordsmaster knew that if he did, he would be helpless and at the mercy of the agents of MI5. And there was no way he was having that.
He turned into what he thought was another street, only to be met with a brick wall that was covered with peices of moss. Cursing in frustration he turned back, only to be met with four agents, effectively cornering him. He glanced at each of them, taking in their features. One, he already knew, was Luffy and Ace's grandfather, Garp. The others he wasn't sure of. A tall one with curly brown dreadlocks, one that had slicked back purple/black hair with a cigar hanging out of his mouth, and one -that for a mere second Zoro mistook as Ussop- that had a long rectangular like nose.
Glancing around him, he spied a broken metal grating on the floor. Without hesitating, he dived down through it feet first, only to find himself all but falling down a ladder. He managed to grab onto either side of the ladder, hissing in pain as they burnt the palms of his hands as he slid to the bottom, landing safely on the pavement.
Blanching as he breathed in, he realised he'd taken a won-way ticket to the sewers. He heard a clamour above him, which spurred him back into action as he took off down the edge of the pavement that lined either side of the sewer. Sprinting the length of the sewers, he followed it round, slowly adjusting his eyes to the dim light and his nose to the horrendous stench.
When he could finally take no more of either, he climbed the next ladder he came to. Considering he had passed many ladders, the agents would not have much of a lead if he disappeared now.
Climbing the ladder, he removed the manhole that covered the entrance to the upper world and swiftly clambered out. He coughed to clear his throat and wet his lips as he looked around him. He was in a more rundown part of the city now, which was no where near the warehouse. Looking towards the sun, he could see it was getting close to approximately seven o'clock.
Scrunching his face up in irritation, he spied a metal ladder that ran up the side of a small-ish building, with a broken sign that would have once read 'escape route'. Seeing no other option, he began to climb. Placing one hand on the rungs, then the other. Pulling himself up to the next step before repeating the process with both his hands on feet. Upon reaching to top, he noticed that there were three metal chimney's that he knew were usually found above restaurants.
He wandered over to the closest one which was situated in front of a square brick wall that had stairs in it, leading down into the building. It was the only one that wasn't active and blowing out billows of white hot steam, and so he sat inside it, the edges concealing him from the world as he leaned back and relaxed, allowing his screaming muscles to rest and calm down.
Sighing, he mentally shook his head in resignation before he started to doze off, letting his mind go completely blank.
Not twenty minutes later, he woke to being roughly being hauled out of the chimney. His eyes flashed open, seeing eveything in a blur. He could see a flash of pink hair and a another black bushy afro. As he felt hands grabbing his shoulder, he blindly swung out a punch as he backed away.
Punches rained into his stomach hard in response and he doubled over. Seconds later he brought his fists up again in two swift uppercuts, trying to fend them off so that he could make a break for it, but his hair was roughly grabbed, making him yell out before his head collided with the brick wall behind the chimney.
For Zoro, everything suddenly went black.
Conscious thoughts started to echo through Zoro's mind as he started to wake up. The first thing he thought of, was a self command. 'Don't open your eyes'. Followed quickly by a swarm of memories that overwhelmed his mind, making him bite his tongue to prevent him from groaning out loud. Still keeping his eyes closed, he breathed in deeply through his nose. Wherever he was, it smelt like bleach. Of...cleanliness.
He moved his wrists slightly, only to feel a sharp material like tug on them. The same thing occured when he repeated the movement with his ankles. He very quickly came to the conclusion that he had been bound to some kind of chair. Slowly, bit by bit, he started to loosen the bonds that held him, working his way through what seemed to be rope before he felt them start to get a little looser.
Zoro decided to take a chance, and groggily opened his eyes, shutting them again almost instantaniously when he was nearly blinded. Opening his eyes a crack, he waited, blinking a few times before averting his eyes away from the one bright light that was hung above him.
Looking around, he saw that he was in a room. An all-white room. Turning his head around and surveying the room, he noted that there was one large mirror on the side of the long wall. Taking a peek at himself in it, he saw that he had a small line of blood that had dripped down the side of his face from where he had been knocked out earlier. He grimaced slightly. Turning his attention back to the room, he saw that there was a solid wooden desk in front of him, and most importantly, the door was situated behind him.
He frowned for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. When it finally clicked, he groaned. "Arghhhh, god." He mumbled, tilting his head back and raising his eyes skyward as if in prayer.
His head whipped around to the side as the door started to open from behind him, and he winced slightly when it was slammed and locked from outside, making him try and twist his head around to see who it was that had entered. Footsteps could be heard striding towards him, but he couldn't see the person properly. Just a flash of black and a hint of a plumed hat.
Then recognisation clicked in. "Aw fuck no." He groaned, screwing his eyes shut and hanging his head defeatedly for a second, mentally preparing as he scowled to himself.
"Don't you dare take that tone young man. Do you have ANY idea how serious this is...or what you've done? You could have cost this country it's decency and lost a valuable alliance between England and France." A sharp voice said from behind him, the voice cold and cutting with anger.
"God damn it just leave me alone."
A sharp pain hit the back of his head, making him yelp and struggle against the bonds, annoyed that he couldn't reach up to massage the hurt area. "OW." He yelled, glaring at the floor.
"IT SEEMS YOU CAN'T BE LEFT ALONE BECAUSE YOU ARE AN IRRISPONSIBLE, LITTLE, BOY."
"NO I'M NOT, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW ANYWAY? I LEAD MY LIFE, YOU LEAD YOURS. THAT'S HOW IT IS. HOW IT ALWAYS WILL BE. "
"I'VE SEEN YOU ON THE NEWS, YOU IDIOT. You cover your tracks well don't you...but not well enough. Not to my eyes. And so due to one stupid error, it seems you've been brought here. How unfortunate. I guess family can't be kept apart."
"I don't call you family."
"I am your father, and you will address me as such, boy. Because your life is about to change."
"Oh fuck off and stop interfering. I'm fine as I am-"
Pain exploded in the back of his head for the second time, making Zoro grit his teeth and shake his head like a dog, as through trying to shake away the pain and the nightmare that he found himself being submitted to. "GOD DAMN IT, DON'T TOUCH ME."
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?"
Zoro flexed his muscles, the ropes snapping under such sudden intense pressure after having been loosened that tiny bit earlier. Finally, Zoro turned to properly face his tormentor.
"Hawk-Eye Mihawk, the guy in charge of MI5 and unfortunately the man I get to call my father." Zoro spat in contempt. He lauched a punch at Mihawk's face. Mihawk caught it and swiftly twisted Zoro's arm up behind his back, slamming him over the desk.
"GET OFF." Zoro yelled in irritation.
"You, are in need of a lesson, Roronoa. Good thing you'll be staying with me for a while so you can learn it." Mihawk hissed, pushing Zoro's arm further up his back, making him squirm in an attempt to loosen the pressure that he could feel building in his shoulderblade.
"I ran away from you a long time ago so I could avoid those lessons. Nothing has changed since then you fucking bastard." Zoro growled angrily, trying to use his other arm to elbow Mihawk in the chest.
Mihawk's face suddenly darkened with anger.
Zoro yelped as he felt his fathers hand connected with his backside. "Wh-What the he-OW!" He stuttered, his voice breaking off as he recieved another blow. "What are you doing?" He asked frantically, trying to shift off of the desk unsuccessfully, only resulting in another smack.
"Punishing you, Roronoa." Mihawk stated coldly, filling Zoro with dread as he felt himself being dragged back in time to when he must have been at least eight.
"B-B-But this is stupid." Zoro began, feeling slightly unsure of himself.
"So is your attitude, which is why I'm sorting it out." Mihawk replied, unleashing a hard, punishing blow to his son's clothed bottom, making Zoro tense his shoulders and struggle even more.
Zoro arched his back in an attempt to stand up, but Mihawk narrowed his eyes and dragged Zoro off of the table, seating himself and placing him over his lap instead as if he weight no more than a feather. "H-HEY! CUT IT OUT!" Zoro yelled, trying to shunt forwards.
Mihawk then decided it was time to step it up a notch, seeing as the message wasn't really sinking in, and he swiftly hooked Zoro's trousers and hauled them to his knees in one move.
Zoro widened his eyes and both hands instinctively went to his butt in an attempt to pull them back up. "Ah, ah, ah." Mihawk tutted, grabbing both of Zoro's wrists and pinning them securely to his back as he landed another smack.
"Fucking hell, you old son of a-YOWCH!" Zoro yelped mid-curse as Mihawk's palm stung against his boxer-clad bottom sharply, making him wriggle slightly. "Bloody HELL." He yelled angrily. "UNHAND ME YOU BASTARD!"
Mihawk sighed and brought his hand down as firmly as he dared without putting too much strength into it, yet making sure it stung with a loud slapping sound. Zoro bit down hard on his bottom lip as he almost cried out in pain. He was about to shout again, when Mihawk's voice interupted him.
"If you do not cut down on the swearing young man, you shall make this worse than it already is." Mihawk scolded him harshly, his tone of voice making Zoro cringe momentarily before gritting his teeth.
"Oh yeah? Fuck you." Zoro growled, not giving up as he tried to arch his back again in an attempt to stand up.
"Obviously, you are not learning." Mihawk said flatly, yanking down Zoro's boxers in answer to what was meant to be the boy's rhetorical question.
"H-HEY!" Zoro yelled, starting to panic.
Mihawk cleared his throat. "Regretting your decisions already? Then obviously you are not as strong as you think." He said coldly, his hand increasing the force and striking without pause, hitting the boy's sit spots hard.
Zoro noticed the increase, and they got harder with each spank. His legs started to kick out involuntarily. "o-OW! YOU NEVER CARED ANY-OW!-ANYWAY!" The swordsman screeched, the pain building up heavily as Mihawk spanked him thoroughly like a small child. "OW! JES-OWWW-WW-WWW! FUCK OF-OWWW! YOWCH! OW-OW-OW-OW!"
Hot, angry, pain-filled tears suddenly started to emerge in the corners of his eyes, and he blinked furiously to try and keep them at bay, but the hard swats seemed to come harder and faster, not giving any time for recovery. Soon his tears travelled down the side of his face, and his shouts evolved into wails of pain as his legs thrashed wildly when Mihawk covered his upper thighs too.
Mihawk knew that Zoro had given in to his punishment when he felt to boy go limp over his lap, and the slight hiccup of a sob that racked his chest. He smirked slightly, and stopped after another fifteen swift, full-force spanks to Zoro's crimson coloured bare rear-end, hauling his son upright.
"You, boy, are going to join MI5." Mihawk snarled as Zoro cautiously pulled his boxers and trousers up, whimpering as the material passed over his incrediably tender skin. "Do you understand me?"
Zoro nodded, his eyes downcast as he attempted to hide his tearful face. "Y-Yes." He stuttered quietly, not wanting to incur his father's wrath once more.
"Yes what?" Mihawk pressed dangerously.
"Y-Yes father." Zoro completed, trying not to allow his emotions to rule him, the anger, shame, humiliation and complete rage burning him from the inside as he fought himself to keep polite.
"Good. You are to stay here and wait until I send someone to collect you. If you dare to move even a muscle from this chair-"
"I won't. I p-promise." Zoro said quickly, trying not to squirm in pain as he sat.
Mihawk 'hmm'd and turned, heading out of the door and slamming it behind him angrily, making Zoro jump slightly.
A red-haired man was leaning on a railing that was situated just in front of the mirror-disguised window, and he chuckled quietly as the seething Mihawk swept by him, making the head agent turn and step over to join him at the window.
"What is it Shanks?" Mihawk asked emotionlessly, his jaw clenching tightly.
Shanks glanced at him pointedly."Looks like someone got a lttle heavy handed." He commented with a smirk.
"Hm...Well, I won't take any cheek. Especially not from my own son." Mihawk muttered angrily, clenching and unclenching hi jaw reeaedly. The red-headed agent raised an eye-brow.
"You managed to br-"
"You dare to finish that sentance...Shanks..." Mihawk interrupted dangerously.
Shanks just grinned in response. "Still. I didn't know that flesh could go a deeper shade than my hair." He said.
"Hmmm...Well if he doesn't learn, he'll find that he will never be able to sit down again. Then he'll wish he'd listened the first time." Mihawk said grimly.
"Well a little parental discipline never hurt anyone. No pun intnded."
Mihawk smirked wryly and clapped his friend on the shoulder. "I've done my bit...so I'll leave the rest to you." He said, his brow furrowing into a mask of annoyance as he sighed. "Damn it. That kid's a pain in the arse, even when he was little. I would go back into that room and introduce him to his new life...but-"
"But you're the head of MI5, you have a job to run, and you have to keep up the fatherly 'I won't take your bullshit' look." Shanks supplied.
"Mm." He agreed.
Shanks let out a long sigh. "So what do you want me to do with him?" He asked, looking back through the window at the cursing teenager who was trying not to move so as not to increase his suffering.
"I'd say let him be for a while, I don't know, twenty minutes to allow him to simmer down, then take him to the living quarters and give him the full rundown of what goes on around here and what he'll be expected to do." Mihawk suggested. "By the way, I give you my full permission to deal with him in any way you see fit if he starts up." He added.
"Yes Sir." Shanks noted with a smirk, mock saluting him so that Mihawk frowned and slapped his hand down.
"But I warn you, he's going to try and block you at every obstacle. If he's anything like me, he's stubborn to the last." Mihawk said in finality as he started to move off. "Good luck." He called as he strode away purposefully and out into the corridor, closing the door behind him.
Shanks turned back to the window and tested the edge of his teeth with his tongue. "This is going to be interesting." He murmured out loud to himself.
I warned you. =L
This might make you laugh, but I listened to ALL the James Bond opening themes whilst writing this fic. That and a few other artists such as Tenacious D, BBC Sherlock OST, Black Sabbath and The Avengers OST.
Who's cool? You're cool. And what's cooler than being cool?
Ice cold. ;D
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Kai XxxXxxX