Formula ONE PIECE

KS: Hello again! Welcome to chapter six of F-1 PIECE. Well, this chapter was a pain-in-the-butt to write, but here it is! It's definetely interesting for you ZxR fans. I'm kind of enjoying this, since I like both F-Zero and ONE PIECE!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own either ONE PIECE or F-Zero. I have no affiliations with Shueisha, Toei Animation, Eiichiro Oda, Nintendo, or Sega.

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CHAPTER SIX: Zoro & Robin

Zoro strolled down the street, one hand in his pocket, the other on the hilts of his katana.

"Swordsman-san..." Robin began. Zoro looked over to her.

"N?" He grunted. He had hoped it would be a quiet walk.

"Exactly where are we planning on going?" Robin asked. Zoro stopped thought for a minute. He wasn't really sure.

"Because," Robin continued, "We cannot just keep wandering all day."

Zoro sighed softly. "Well, I'd like to find a tavern or something...Maybe a weapons shop, too." he replied. He felt like he was reporting what he was going to be doing, like Robin was there to watch over him. In a way, she was; he knew they had sent someone with him so he wouldn't get lost. It wasn't his fault that he happened to take a wrong turn so often...

Anyways, he could take care of himself. Robin smiled slightly.

"Ah, I see. Well, perhaps we could see a bit more of the city as well." she suggested. "And, we should probably go to the weapons shop before going to a tavern."

She was probably right...who knew what kind of trouble one could get into at a 'modern' bar? He didn't know anyting about this weird, future world. He should see what he can before doing anything that could possibly end...badly.

"Okay, whatever." he replied, continuing to walk.

"Ah, Swordsman-san..." she started. Zoro turned again. "What?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice. Robin gestured across the street. "I believe that is a weapons shop, isn't it?" she said. Zoro looked, and it certainly appeared to be. On the front it had "Guns, Blasters, and Police Surplus" written in light somehow. Zoro grunted in what seemed to be aproval, possibly thanks.

He started to cross the busy sidestreet when it seemed no vehicles were coming, but a man in uniform came up and stopped him abruptly.

"Oi oi, what do you think you're doing?" the man asked. Zoro raised an eyebrow.

"Crossing the street." he replied. "What does it look like?"

The man, apparently a policeman, shook his head. "It looks to me like you were j-walking. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a citation."

Robin saw the trouble and came over. "Excuse me, officer," she started, "We're not from around here. He didn't know." She, thinking quickly, bloomed several pairs of arms at the elbow and sat them on Zoro's shoulders, pulling him back slightly. Hopefully it would add to the effect that they weren't from around 'here'. The weird creatures she had been seeing made her think of it.

The officer didn't even look twice, as if such strange powers were nothing to be amazed at. He pushed his hat up slightly and scratched his head. "Well, okay," he said, "But don't do it again."

And he walked away.

Zoro pulled free of Robin's grip and looked back at her, studying her for a moment.

"That was some pretty quick thinking." he said. Robin smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Swordsman-san." she replied.

They continued across the street and went into the shop. In there was a short little man with slightly crusty looking skin and stubby horns growing from his forehead. He smiled as he saw two new customers walk in.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! Welcome to Bart's Armory Emporium! What can I help you with today?" he said enthusiasticly. Zoro said nothing at first, his eyes wandering about the room. Most of the things in there even he didn't know what were. What he was looking for, though, he did not see. Finally, his eyes fell on the short man.

"Swords." he said simply. "I'd like to have a look at your swords."

The short shopkeeper smiled and clasped his hands together. "Ah, swords! What a fine choice, sir. What kind would you like, Delta Beam or Hyper Fine?" he asked. Zoro raised an eyebrow.

"What? What the heck are you talking about? I just want to see swords." he said. He sat his hand on the hilts of his for emphasis.

The shopkeep looked puzzled a moment before speaking. "You mean...metal swords? Sir, we don't have those here. Even if I did, I doubt you could afford one." he replied. Zoro furrowed his brow. "What?" he asked. "Why don't you have any swords?"

"Well, sir," the shopkeep began, "No one really uses them anymore. I mean, it's really rare. Most people just use beamswords...you know, Light Sabres."

Zoro's brow creased even further. Beamswords? What the heck were those?

"What do you mean no one uses them anymore?!" he said, his tone a bit offended and angry at the same time.

"They just became...obsolete, sir. But, we have got plenty of beamswords in stock. If you want, you could trade in those pieces of scrap at your side. I'm sure you can get a lot out of them, a museum's sure to want something like that."

Zoro's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Scrap?" he asked. He pulled Kitetsu out and held it to the man's throat quickly.

"These are not 'scrap'." he hissed. Robin sprouted a hand from Zoro's arm and grabbed his hand.

"Swordsman-san...Remember? We are supposed to be 'careful'." she said. Zoro looked back at the black-haired woman a while before finally putting his sword away. He huffed a bit.

He started to walk out of the store, turning to adress the shopkeep one more time before he did.

"A good sword," he said, "Can beat anything in here in the right person's hand."

And with that, he left, followed by Robin.

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After that, they had really found nothing else, and Robin knew that Zoro was in a poor mood since he had found this new world had no place for swords, so she found a bar for him.

And that's where they were now.

Zoro sat over a mug of rum while Robin sat fairly nearby. The green-haired teen swordsman had said nothing since their experience at the weapons shop. Robin had said nothing as well, knowing that he was not going to be in the mood for a chat.

No swords, Zoro thought. No real, honest swords? Were they just scrap? Was there no one that could even handle a blade in this time? If so, he could not stand to be here. The sooner they went home, the better. He took a swig of his drink.

"Oi, you, green-haired boy." someone said from behind in a gruff voice. Zoro turned to see a somewhat short, bulky man seemingly in his mid-forties. He wore a leather vest over a white shirt and blue pants tucked into black boots and held up by a long, yellow belt. His muscular arms were bound tightly at the forearm with cloth bandages, and his eyes were hidden by small, round sunglasses. Something like a flight helmet covered his head.

He glared at Zoro with a nasty scowl on his face.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing sitting there, boy?" the man asked. Zoro scowled as well.

"Drinking, what does it look like?" he replied. The newcomer tilted his head slightly in aggrivation.

"That's my chair; get up." he growled. Zoro sneered.

"I didn't see your name on it. I didn't see anyone's name on it, actually, so go someplace else."

The man with the sunglasses fumed and sat his hand upon the hilt of a katana at his side, an action that imediately got Zoro's attention.

"Boy, you have no idea who you're messing with. Now, I'm feeling generous today, so you're going to move by the count of five." the man hissed. Zoro smirked. So...swords weren't dead after all.

"One..."

Zoro felt a twinge of excitement.

"Two..."

This was going to be interesting.

"Three..."

Zoro's own hand itched to go to the swords at his side.

"Four..."

He knew better...if swords were as rare as the guy in the shop said...this would be a shock to the ossan...how fun...

"FIVE!!!"

The man whipped out the blade and it swept down in a glint of steel, grinning as he did.

The man's grin faded, though, when he heard the clash of metal against metal. He saw the fine blade Zoro had used to block, and saw the young boy's other hand on the hilt of yet another of three blades at his side. The man cocked his eyebrow before smiling.

"Ah...a swordsman, eh? Heh heh...This is a pleasant surprise..." he smirked.

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KS: Hey, what do you know, I updated! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm sorry updates have been slow...heh, I've been VERY busy! While you wait for the next chappie, you might want to go and take a look at my art! It's listed as my homepage on my profile! There is plenty of One Piece art with some F-Zero! (Of course, there's a lot of F-0 stuff in my 'scraps' section of my gallery. XD )

Until next time:)