Fic: Screwed, Blued and Tattooed: A Walmart Story 3/? - One Piece
Title: Screwed, Blued and Tattooed: A Walmart Story 3/?
Author: chibichibi_k
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, the wonderful Oda does.
Notes: None
Summary: A/U “Good morning shoppers and welcome to Walmart!” One Piece characters working at Walmart... How bad could it be?
Part One: Screwed
Part Two: Morning Meeting
As all the associates that took part in the emergency meeting filed out of the lounge and back onto the sales floor, a streak of red, blue and black shot out onto the floor and following behind was another streak, the second one black, white and green. No one really paid much attention to it since it was almost a daily occurrence. However, that didn’t stop them from flinching when the first streak collided with a display of diapers, still on the skid, and the second streak crashed into the first. Several early bird shoppers stopped and stared in shock and awe at the scene before them but all of the associates nearby continued on as if nothing had happened, although...the associate in Infants was giving the two associates that had caused the disaster a glare that spoke volumes of the many evils that he wished to inflect upon them.
The red, blue and black streak sprung up from the wreckage of diapers and punched the air with both his fists as he laughed happily. “Shishishi! That was awesome, na Zoro?”
The former black, white, and green streak sat up amongst the boxes and glared at the laughing teen standing before him. “Luffy... One of these days...” Zoro jumped to his feet, teeth clenched and fisted his hands in the laughing friend’s trademark red vest and growled in his face. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
Luffy only smiled wider at Zoro declaration. “No you won’t! You won’t kill me because I’m your Captain,” he said seriously as he stared pointedly at his green haired friend. “...Besides, I’m stronger than you.”
“Why you...!” Zoro snarled threateningly but before he could do anything more, the red vested, black haired teen escaped from his grasp and took off down the aisles towards his department, leaving the fuming Seasonal associate behind.
Zoro glared at the retreating back of his friend and self-proclaimed “Captain of Walmart.” Dusting himself off and kicking any random diapers out of his way, (was someone glaring evilly at him?) he was just about to make his way towards the Seasonal department but before he could take a single step a pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders and held the teen firmly in place. Zoro looked over his shoulder, a dagger sharp glare at the ready and his right hand resting over one of the three box cutters he had hooked to the waist band of his jeans. But any form of protest or retaliation died on his lips as he came face to face with a pair of hawk-like gold eyes that smiled evilly at the rooted associate.
“Ah, Roronoa, just the Seasonal associate I was looking for,” Mihawk drawled almost disinterested, as he held the young man in place.
“I’m the ONLY Seasonal associate on,” Zoro snarked at the assistant manager.
Mihawk’s eyes narrowed at the green haired teen’s comment but he said nothing. He smirked, which in Zoro’s experience with the black haired assistant manager was NEVER a good sign. “Anyhow, Roronoa, I’m going to have to have you work in Toys for the rest of the morning.”
Zoro’s left eye twitched at the mention of the Toy department. Not only did he have to deal with screaming, crying, clingy and all around annoying kids every time he “helped out” in Toys, it also meant that he would have to work with Tashigi and he would rather stab himself in the eye with a box cutter than work with her. Zoro and Tashigi had never gotten along and it didn’t help matters that while moving a skid of Halloween decorations earlier that year he had run over her glasses with the skid load of pirate costumes. Ever since then the teen flinched whenever Tashigi was near.
“Exactly why do I have to help out?”
Mihawk just continued to smile evilly as he spoke. “Because the new kid, Helemppo, that was on last night did dick shit, so the whole department is in buggies. So it’s going to take poor little Tashigi FOREVER to do it all on her own, hence why you need to help. Oh and besides, I said so!”
The entire time that Zoro and Mihawk had been talking, the assistant manager had been pushing the unaware Seasonal associate towards the department of discussion. Before Zoro could realise where Mihawk had pushed him to, one of the hawk eyed manager’s hands had drifted up from its position on the teen’s shoulder to rest on the back of his neck and the other had slipped to the waistband of his jeans. In a split second, Zoro had gone from standing in one spot to flying through midair as Mihawk tossed him violently into toys. For the third time that morning Zoro was once again flat on the floor and this time he was in front of a very pissed off Tashigi.
“Have fun you two and play nice,” Mihawk called over his shoulder as he left.
TBC.
Author: chibichibi_k
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, the wonderful Oda does.
Notes: None
Summary: A/U “Good morning shoppers and welcome to Walmart!” One Piece characters working at Walmart... How bad could it be?
Part One: Screwed
Part Two: Morning Meeting
As all the associates that took part in the emergency meeting filed out of the lounge and back onto the sales floor, a streak of red, blue and black shot out onto the floor and following behind was another streak, the second one black, white and green. No one really paid much attention to it since it was almost a daily occurrence. However, that didn’t stop them from flinching when the first streak collided with a display of diapers, still on the skid, and the second streak crashed into the first. Several early bird shoppers stopped and stared in shock and awe at the scene before them but all of the associates nearby continued on as if nothing had happened, although...the associate in Infants was giving the two associates that had caused the disaster a glare that spoke volumes of the many evils that he wished to inflect upon them.
The red, blue and black streak sprung up from the wreckage of diapers and punched the air with both his fists as he laughed happily. “Shishishi! That was awesome, na Zoro?”
The former black, white, and green streak sat up amongst the boxes and glared at the laughing teen standing before him. “Luffy... One of these days...” Zoro jumped to his feet, teeth clenched and fisted his hands in the laughing friend’s trademark red vest and growled in his face. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
Luffy only smiled wider at Zoro declaration. “No you won’t! You won’t kill me because I’m your Captain,” he said seriously as he stared pointedly at his green haired friend. “...Besides, I’m stronger than you.”
“Why you...!” Zoro snarled threateningly but before he could do anything more, the red vested, black haired teen escaped from his grasp and took off down the aisles towards his department, leaving the fuming Seasonal associate behind.
Zoro glared at the retreating back of his friend and self-proclaimed “Captain of Walmart.” Dusting himself off and kicking any random diapers out of his way, (was someone glaring evilly at him?) he was just about to make his way towards the Seasonal department but before he could take a single step a pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders and held the teen firmly in place. Zoro looked over his shoulder, a dagger sharp glare at the ready and his right hand resting over one of the three box cutters he had hooked to the waist band of his jeans. But any form of protest or retaliation died on his lips as he came face to face with a pair of hawk-like gold eyes that smiled evilly at the rooted associate.
“Ah, Roronoa, just the Seasonal associate I was looking for,” Mihawk drawled almost disinterested, as he held the young man in place.
“I’m the ONLY Seasonal associate on,” Zoro snarked at the assistant manager.
Mihawk’s eyes narrowed at the green haired teen’s comment but he said nothing. He smirked, which in Zoro’s experience with the black haired assistant manager was NEVER a good sign. “Anyhow, Roronoa, I’m going to have to have you work in Toys for the rest of the morning.”
Zoro’s left eye twitched at the mention of the Toy department. Not only did he have to deal with screaming, crying, clingy and all around annoying kids every time he “helped out” in Toys, it also meant that he would have to work with Tashigi and he would rather stab himself in the eye with a box cutter than work with her. Zoro and Tashigi had never gotten along and it didn’t help matters that while moving a skid of Halloween decorations earlier that year he had run over her glasses with the skid load of pirate costumes. Ever since then the teen flinched whenever Tashigi was near.
“Exactly why do I have to help out?”
Mihawk just continued to smile evilly as he spoke. “Because the new kid, Helemppo, that was on last night did dick shit, so the whole department is in buggies. So it’s going to take poor little Tashigi FOREVER to do it all on her own, hence why you need to help. Oh and besides, I said so!”
The entire time that Zoro and Mihawk had been talking, the assistant manager had been pushing the unaware Seasonal associate towards the department of discussion. Before Zoro could realise where Mihawk had pushed him to, one of the hawk eyed manager’s hands had drifted up from its position on the teen’s shoulder to rest on the back of his neck and the other had slipped to the waistband of his jeans. In a split second, Zoro had gone from standing in one spot to flying through midair as Mihawk tossed him violently into toys. For the third time that morning Zoro was once again flat on the floor and this time he was in front of a very pissed off Tashigi.
“Have fun you two and play nice,” Mihawk called over his shoulder as he left.
TBC.