Unexpected Feelings: A RobinxZoro fanfiction One Piece

|| roronoa zoro ||

Hello! I do not own any of the characters of One Piece, they are all created by Eiichiro Oda. The plot of this story was originally created by me.

"Wake up." I opened my eyes to see a tall man with black hair and a short beard, along with sideburns that point upwards. His eyes are a strange yellow color. It took me a minute to process who he was, but then I realized it had been Dracule Mihawk. 

"Why?" I groaned, pulling the sheets over my face, "Just give me ten more minutes, dammit." Mihawk yanked the blankets off of me and opened my window blinds. Light shined onto me, making it hard for me to see.

"It's time for training. Get the hell up," Mihawk snapped. Mihawk grabbed one of my feet and pulled me off of my bed, causing me to land with a big thunk.

"Dammit," I groaned. I kicked Mihawk out of my room and threw off my shirt and put on a white shirt, black pants, and a light-green haramaki sash that can hold my swords. There was a black bandanna sitting on my dresser that I tied to my left bicep to keep in case I need it while training to keep my hair out of my face.

When I had gotten outside, Mihawk already had already been in his training outfit. "Alright, come at me." Mihawk threw a wooden sword at me. I caught it immediately and ran at him, trying to attack. Mihawk immediately dodged me and laughed at me as I fell to the ground. "Idiot," Mihawk laughed, "Come on. Get up. I know you can do better than that, Zoro."

I took the bandana I had on my arm and tied it on my head, pulling all the hair back away from my face. "I know I can," I replied, "Just let me use three swords. I do better with three. Plus, it suits me better."

Mihawk shook his head and crossed his arms. "You need to learn the basics of just using one sword. Once you get more advanced, I might let you use three swords. For now, you need to keep working your tiny little ass off until you get better."

"Dammit, fine,"  I mumbled as I got up from the ground, "Let's get this over with already."

For another 10 hours, I stumbled and fell as Mihawk laughed at me, criticizing every little thing I did. It had completely exhausted me. But what he had said earlier was right: I could do better. Today something is off with me, and I can't tell what the hell it is. 

After failing to attack Mihawk for the last time and I fell to the ground, Mihawk helped me up and ended training for the day. "You didn't make any progress," Mihawk sighed, "What the hell is up with you? I don't care what personal thing you have going on with your little school friends, but it cannot get in the way of your training."

"Just training isn't the only thing that I should be focussing on in my life, dammit!" I yelled, "There are other things I'm going to worry about." I took my black bandana off of my head and walked towards the house and opened the door. "I'm going to shower," I said over my shoulder.  I slammed the door behind me and ran upstairs. I picked out a white tank top along with some dark blue sweatpants and then got into the shower. Showers felt nice after five hours of training, I mean, it got all of the sweat and dirt off of me, and I felt clean.

When I had gotten out and put on my clothes, I got a text from a raven-haired girl.

From: Nico Robin
Hey there! Do you mind me asking about how things are with you and Tashigi?

To: Nico Robin

Shit. I haven't spoken to her at all today. Ever since like, what, 8 or 7 I have been training. There's been no time to speak to her. She didn't even try texting or calling, anyways.