Modus Operandi
disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me. They are property of the genius that is Eiichiro Oda. Any similarity with the real world is purely coincidental. I only own a few humble OC's, the plot, the idea and this sad excuse of another AU fic. ;-;
summary: Usopps' dreams came true once he entered the famous Grand Line College. Too bad they crashed to pieces once he got acquainted with the roommate, the weird kid, the stalker, the Hispanic swordsman and their friends. Poor Usopp. SanUso, ZoLu, NaVi
author: Reya Teniko
notes: Swearing, sexual innuendos, violence, mentions of sex, drugs, the whole shit. Men on men action, women on women action. Any questions post them in a review, send me a message or via mail (dothelocolotion at gmail dot com)
"Talk" Thought
Chapter 1: Never Never Land
"TAAAKEEE MY HAAAAND! WE'RE OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAND!"
Loud singing. Very loud, female singing.
Usopp raised his slender, dark brow in a mixture of confusion, amusement and horror.
He would be living here?
Slowly looking at the little piece of paper, that looked like it was cut out of a newspaper, he made sure it was the right apartment.
Yup. 313. Unfortunately I'm not mistaken.
He sighed.
God damn his luck to be accepted to a College that was so far away from his home town.
Ah well, at least it did make up for being one of the best Colleges in Japan.
Grand Line College was one of the most praised Colleges in all of Japan. It provided the students a mixture of 15 different majors that one could graduate in. Its campus and dormitories were also rumored to be one of the largest in the state. Naturally because of all this it was also rumored to be one of the most expensive ones and the like where you had to sweat blood to get accepted.
And Gashu Usopp had sweated goddamn blood like no other. And he had gotten in. The memory of his acceptance letter still brought a smile to his lips.
But unfortunately the dorm rooms were too expensive, albeit having an Art & Writing Scholarship and a part time job, our Usopp was forced to look for more alternative solutions.
Meaning he had to find a vacated, cheap, half-way rundown apartment. And he found it all right.
He just didn't expect that his soon-to-be-roommate would be this loud.
"DREAMS OF WAR! DREAMS OF LIES! DREAMS OF DRAGONS FIREEEE!" And other obscurities could be heard from inside.
The wooden door, which looked as if it had seen better times, almost broke down because of the loud thumping music from within the apartment.
Usopp only hopped he wouldn't land with a death metal fan. He cursed himself that he so stupidly jumped at the opportunity of a cheap apartment. He just sent out the application form to the landlord without even surveying the apartment before, or his soon-to-be-roommate.
He cursed himself again.
"FUCKING SHIT MY SPAGHETTI!"
There was a loud crash from within the apartment and Usopp blinked. The crash was followed by very loud (and very vulgar) cursing, completed with another string of things crashing into each other.
"You know they won't open just because you keep staring at them." A smug baritone came from Usopp's left, startling him.
"Ara-..I wasn't..I mean..I…" He stuttered. A man, possibly in his early 20, was leaning casually against the wall. For God knows how long! God, now I'm the official dork of the apartment complex. Usopp groaned mentally.
The young man had a funny appearance. His hair was a light brown color, waving down to his cheek bones, partially covering a long hook like marking that was tattooed into his skin under his left eye.
He grinned almost evilly at poor Usopp and leisurely rearranged his weight onto both feet.
"Don't worry about your new roomy. She's loud and she listens to crap music but she's okay." He walked past Usopp, gently clapping on his back.
"The name's Bascud Shuraiya, I'm your neighbor." And with that the man pocketed both of his arms and vanished around the corner, probably on his way to the apartment complexes' exit.
Usopp pondered on his words for a while and scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly.
Then shrugging at the man's words he once again turned to the door.
Strangely no loud and obnoxious screaming and no vulgar cursing were coming from within the apartment.
Might as well get this over with. He thought to himself and knocked. What came next; well let us just say poor Usopp wasn't quite prepared for what happened next.
The door swung back revealing a very large pot, steam still rising from it.
"Outa my way!" The female voice commanded and Usopp (thank god for his fast reflexes) quickly jumped to the right, barely avoiding the steaming pot.
The pot, and the one carrying it, disappeared around the corner in a flash. The door creaked slightly.
Sweat trickled down Usopps' face. I'm going to live here?
He broke down and cried.
Roronoa Zoro's eyebrow twitched dangerously for the fifth time. They were pushing it.
They were pushing it. Purposely pushing his patience along with what little sanity he still had.
"Aaahnn…."
Zoro's eyebrow did another murderous twitch. His roommate was really pushing it.
"Sanjiii-kuuun…Moree…" The wall behind him started to emit somewhat dulled banging sounds.
Zoros' nerves snapped.
Grabbing the first thing he found on his night table, that being a particularly large text book of swordsmanship, he proceeded to stalk out of his dorm room.
His brain working on only adrenalin and high levels of testosterone (he was a man after all) commanded some serious ass whooping.
With a powerful kick he swung the dorm room door open only to notice that it yelped.
The hell? Since when do doors make yelping sounds?
Peeling the door from the wall and rearranging it back on its hinges, the young Roronoa Zoro blinked at the boy (He looked 15!) who was firmly glued on to the wall.
Zoro winced. So that's what yelped. He quickly glanced down the corridor to see if anybody saw the kid get murdered by the door and grabbed the youngling, dragging him inside his dorm room.
He placed him on his bed and promptly vanished to get the first aid kit, since the kid's nose had started bleeding (Not to mention the gash on the kids' forehead.) and his face held a funny expression.
Something like this: 8D Only with blood dripping from his nose and forehead. But let us continue with the story.
Right, what comes next? Damn it, we had this in class last year! I was sleeping wasn't I?
Although Zoro had plans to graduate in the Swordsman major (Katanas had once again become legal in 2008) and had to take a crash course in giving first aid, he, by all means, didn't pay attention in those classes.
Since the doctors and nurses always patched him up (He had the scars to prove it) he thought it wasn't necessary to learn these things.
Zoro gently shook the kids' shoulders. "Oi. Oi! You awake yet?"
More blood sprouted from the kids' nose. Zoro panicked and….promptly shoved a whole bandage roll into the guys left nostril. Meh, it'll do for now. He thought to himself as he bandaged the kids head and other minor wounds on his face.
But what the hell is a kid like him doing here? He doesn't look like a high school graduate.
Brushing a few stray raven black bangs from the kids face, Zoro observed the youth lying on his bed.
"Aaaahnnn….Sanji-kuuun…Sooo good…" The wall started to emit the thumping noises again.
That mother fucking son of a bitch...I'm going to murder him! The vein on Zoros' forehead pulsed dangerously as he once again grabbed the textbook and stormed out of the dorm room.
Only to unceremoniously trip over a red duffle bag.
"WHAT THE FUCKING #$&!" There was another line of loud curses, albeit slightly muffled from the floor. Still swearing like a disgruntled sailor Zoro succeeded in picking himself up and glaring murderously at the red duffle bag.
"Who the hell would put their bag in the middle of the fucking hall!" He gave the bag a sharp kick for good measure.
A slightly shred and folded paper fell from the duffel bag's right side pocket. Still disgruntled and royally pissed, the young teen picked the flap of paper up and unfolded it.
There was some formal crap, more formal crap, a name, graduation points, dorm room applications, dorm room number and a name along with a picture.
The youth on the picture looked like he barely turned 15 (yet the birth date proved wrong, he was 18). He had raven black hair covered by the silliest straw hat Zoro had ever seen. Under the teens left eye was a faint scar. He had one of the goofiest smiles, it stretched from ear to ear and it looked so pure and simple and….fun.
Zoro sighed.
"Great. I just murdered my new roommate." Then he grabbed the red duffel bag and headed inside, closing the door behind him.
How absolutely wonderful.
ending notes:
Gashu – Artist in Japanese. I think it would be an appropriate surname for Usopp. xD
Bascud Shuraiya – Ah. This guy rocks. He's the main focus in Movie 4: The Dead End Adventure and he rocks. Here's a picture of him if you haven't seen him yet http/ img. albums/v134/ Reya-chan/ABC/ shuraiya.jpg
(Just remove the spaces. xD)
Kun – A Japanese suffix used for men, boys. Male part of the population D:
Oh and you'll probably notice that I switched to a different writing style at Zoros' part. Don't worry, that was intentional. xD I did it because Zoro and Usopp have different thinking patterns and since I partially write from the characters point of view I do that sometimes. Yes I'm weird. XP. The song that the OC is screaming is Metallica – Enter Sandman
GAWD I HATE ZOROS PART. D: It's crap…. PURE CRAP!
Gashu Usopp – 18 – Apartment 313
Monkey D. Luffy – 18 – Dorm 084
Roronoa Zoro – 20 – Dorm 084
OC (Yet to be named) – 18 – Apartment 313
Bascud Shuraiya – 22 – Apartment 314