Have another chapter. For those of you growing tired of the LaNa, their interactions will continue, but inn chapter 11 I do throw in some LuNa that will follow through a few chapters after that. I just wanted Nami to grow accustomed to the Surgeon of Death and for him to warm up to her a lot, seeing as his affections would probably take longer then the rest of the Straw hats. Any way, for now Enjoy!
Nami grumbled as she walked to her next class. She managed to talk Luffy into going back at the expense of her lunch, which he stated was horrible and how she should take lessons from Sanji. She considered it to herself as she sat in her navigation class. She understood the material that they were learning this year and put her teachers own knowledge to shame. As her teacher droned on, she though of a good time to head to the mall too encounter the cashier that was causing her misfortune.
Her teacher noticed that Nami wasn't listening in the slightest but knew better than to call on her, not wanting a repeat of what happened on the first day of school. That put quite the damper on her teaching career and almost made the principle consider hiring Nami as the new teacher. To her luck though, he wan't allowed to do that, but instead he made her nervous with the attention he showed her, fear of losing her job made her scared of even looking at Nami.
Class ended and the students piled out, excited for their last class. Nami walked into a wide spread room and headed for the changing room where a fresh pair of clothes was handed to her, the teacher knew that they would be injured, so he had plenty of clothes prepared for each day the class went through rigorous exercises. He was brutal when it came to swordsmanship, having swords prepared that could slice, but not enough to kill, brutally maim mentally and physically? The teacher was perfectly okay with that, had the permission and approval slips claiming no responsibility for any harm.
Nami grumbled as she stepped out in the black shirt and pants, grabbing the sword from one of the assistants as she headed to her assigned area, prepping for her spar. She preferred a staff to the slicing edge of a sword, but really had no choice in the matter. She straightened her posture as her instructor strode towards her, wielding a weapon of his own and padded armor, a luxury that was not wasted on the youths under their care.
Swords collided and slashed, yearning to strike its intended opponent. Nami was sloppy when she was handed a sword and she mostly flinched back as the cool steel would nip at her skin. She got her fair share of slashes at her mentor, which he commented on, but in the end she had a long gash along her side, bleeding heavily along with scratches and scrapes loitering her fair skin. The teacher called it a day and the students were allowed to change into their respective uniforms.
Nami pressed a towel into her biggest cut, hoping to address it when she gets home. even though she was barely passing her nursing class, riding on pure luck and guessing, she was glad that she did attend it, atleast she had knowledge to some extent on how to help the healing process. She walked out, heading to Vivii's blue car that stuck out in the lot of darker shaded cars.
Vivi waved from the drivers side of the car before ducking in and opening the door so Nami could slide in easily. Vivi pulled out, not realy glancing at her friend as she pulled down the street.
"I won't be able to come over today, I have family business to attend to so you'll have to substitute my lovely presence with your boy toys. I hope you don't mind." Vivi grinned to herself, eyes never leaving the road, knowing full well that Nami had a bright shade of red at the mention of 'boy toys'. Nami mumbled her understanding and got out once they reached her house. Vivi pulled away quickly without another word.
Nami threw her bag on the couch, not caring as the flap flew open, allowing the clips to roll out unceremoniously onto the floor. She cringed as she pulled her vest off to examine her ruined shirt. She decided that tomorrow she would change her outfit to the red collared shirt and black vest, not caring to ruin anymore white shirts.
Sh tugged at here shirt, attempting to wiggle it off her being so she could soppily address the wound. Much to her dismay, it got caught at the worst place, trapping her arms at her head, immobilizing them, She grunted her effort,, wincing as her cuts started to bleed from the movement.
Just as she was at the brink of irritated tears, a hand reached out and caught her bicep, stopping her struggling. "You're such a troublesome woman." the distinct voice of Zoro called out from behind her, "Stay still." he said as he ripped the back of her shirt in half, allowing her to pull it off and toss the irritating fabric to the floor in her rage. "What happened?" she turned to face the moss headed man as he glanced her wounds over with slight concern.
"My teacher is an ass and decided in order too earn how to wield a sword, we should be cut to ribbons in the process." Nami sneered, looking the damage over before glancing up at Zoro.
"As true as that is, your world seems more calm and less dangerous, meaning such lengths shouldn't be taken here. If you are taking that class though, you should learn how to wield a sword if only to limit the damage you take." Zoro responded and Nami looked at him preparing her sarcastic remark.
"And I suppose you're willing to teach me, is that it?" she eyed him, waiting from him to deny the idea, but was surprised as he shrugged, seemingly pondering the idea.
"If I have free time." was all he said as he walked to her bag and grabbed the plush that resembled the dark surgeon and shaking it roughly before tossing it aside as it unfolded itself, revealing Law as he grew in size till he stood in all his fur hatted glory. He glanced to his side at Zoro.
"Was that necessary?" was all he asked , but instead of a response Zoro only pointed in Nami's direction. Law furrowed his brow as he glanced the damage over, "Gone for a day and you went and got yourself maimed. I hope this doesn't''t become a regular occurrence." he shrugged, smiling mockingly at her retreating form.
"Sadly, it will be." she returned to the room with a medical bag that her nursing class gave to her and placing it onto her counter before turning to the doctor, "Care to give me a hand? I don't understand a thing my nursing class is trying to drill into my brain." Law shook his head as he strode to her, stoping at the bag as he called to Zoro.
"Care to give us some doctor patient confidentiality?" he mocked as he dug in the bag before threading a needle. Zoro only grunted before disappearing, worry lingering on his mind. Law turned to his patient and pulled out an alcohol wipe and attending to her wound.
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