Ooooh, that last one was short, so heres another. I guess I owe you another anyway. R&R
Nami flashed her school ID to the man at the gate, receiving a nod before letting her pass. This was the only good thing about her school; students could show up at any time and gain access to any of the offered facilities. She wondered down the hall and walked silently into the wide dojo. She glanced around at the empty space, dropping her bag in a corner, the soft medical materials clattering only slightly. Turning her back to the bag, she made her way to the swords across the room, stretching along the way. She stopped as she approached the swords, moping slightly, not wanting to even grasp the object.
"You know, you won't get any better if you just stare at it." a voice called from across the room. Startled, Nami jumped and span around. Zoro sat across the room, leaning on his swords. Nami blinked, not expecting him to pop up. "Nice jacket by the way." he stated as an afterthought, noting the sword design and quote sprawled over the back. Nami's cheeks grew a slight pink before huffing, grabbing a bokken off the wall and flinging it at the moss haired man. He easily caught it between two of his fingers, never even opening his eyes. He smirked as he opened his eyes to look at Nami, spotting her fuming from across the room. Nami grabbed another bokken and stomped her way over to him.
He watched her stride towards him, noting flaws in her approach and debating on whether or not to attack. He decided against the idea, and instead simply raised the bokken to block a strike made for his head. Nami gritted her teeth and pulled back to strike again, ready to vent some aggression. Zoro met her strike and stood up, leaning his swords carefully against the wall, blocking another swipe as he did so. "Your form is sloppy." he stated, ducking under a swipe and hitting her ankles with the flat side, moving her foot and correcting the stance. Nami swung again, Zoro once again correcting her with a tap or swipe.
They kept up their game for a while, Nami trying to land a blow, Zoro dodging or correcting her in her ways. Before Zoro glances around the room, swatting her bokken away from her and walking to a closet.
"Why'd you do that?!" Nami cried, thinking he thought she wasn't worth his time. Zoro ignored her and proceeded to dig through the closet. Enraged, Nami charged and tackled him, throwing him off balance and grasping the door knob in hopes of regaining said balance. In the end, it only closed the closet behind them, leaving them sprawled out on the floor in the small, dark closet.
"What was that for woman?" Zoro groaned, trying to sit up.
"For thinking I wasn't worth your time." Nami growled, trying to push herself up.
"I never said that." Zoro said, putting a hand on what he hoped was her shoulder, and pushed her up and slightly off him. Silence ensued from the woman sitting on his lap as he sat himself up. "You aren't cut out for the sword, although you are better at it then some of the opponents I faced. I was actually coming over here to find something more suitable to your tastes." Zoro said, still not moving his hand. He started to grow uncomfortable as Nami remained silent. Minutes passed before Nami found her voice, something she normally never lost.
"Can you get your hand off my breast?" the girl said, fidgeting away from the man, knowing full well that if things went bad she would be forced down. Zoro pulled his hand back quickly, finally understanding that wasn't her shoulder. How he thought it was will forever dumbfound him that was much too soft to be a bony shoulder. After that was said, Nami felt along the door before grasping the knob and pushing the door open, crawling off Zoro's lap and across the room. Zoro stood and grasped the object he was looking for and tossing it at the girl. Nami ran her palm over the smooth surface of the pole in her hands before grinning at her luck, she once used a pole to battle against Arlong's crew on the day she escaped his grasp. She looked up, catching Zoro's eyes and giving him a challenging look, launching into attacks. With the staff in her hands she was up to par with the swordsman, although he was going easy on her. He didn't have to correct her once; her stance and grasp on the weapon in her hands were perfect, almost as if she was born with one in her hands.
By the end of their practice Nami was grinning while as she panted slightly, surprised that she actually enjoyed practicing in this room for once. She was actually able to spar with Zoro, and she did good! True, she had a couple of bruises and was a little sore, and a small open cut from when Zoro put more weight into a swing, thinking she would be able to block it. Other than that, she did fantastic; she was ready for a round two. Sadly, the school was locking up for the night and she would have to head home. She cleaned up before grabbing her bag and heading out. As the two walked down the small hidden dirt road, towards her house. She turned to Zoro, and he glanced back out of the corner of his eye.
"Carry me back." Nami demanded, Zoro did a double take.
"Why should I?" Zoro groaned. Nami merely held her hands out in a 'carry me' motion. Zoro only stared, seeing as they both stopped. It was a battle between two hard headed people, neither backing down. Well, not until Nami turned to him with a pleading expression and Zoro automatically cracked, letting out a defeated sigh. Nami grinned as she circled around and jumped on his back, smiling with childish amusement. Needless to say, Zoro got them lost multiple times before Nami redirected them to the right path. By the time Zoro found the apartment, Nami was asleep on his shoulder.