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Educational Measures	By : Zanshi Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 1734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't make money with my fics and I don't own One Piece or any of the characters they all belong to Oda-sensei, but I have a lot of fun using them C:

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Title: Educational Measures

Rating: K+ (for now, M in later chapters)

Word count: 2.678

Warnings: yaoi, AU, humor, school, drama, romance, WIP

Author’s note: Yeah I wanted to write a school fic >_>’ given the environment the characters will be about 3-4 years younger than in the original series

I would like to hear what you think about the story, so leave comments! They also motivate me to write faster!

Summary: Portgas D. Ace, adoptive grandson of Monkey D. Garp and big brother extraordinaire was forced to changed schools midterm, thanks to his family. Not happy with the situation at all, will his new teachers and possible new friends make his situation better? Or is it possible that it only get worse?

Disclaimer: I don't make money with my fics and I don't own One Piece or any of the characters they all belong to Oda-sensei, but I have a lot of fun using them C:

I will update as soon as I have all background information I need (and time and inspiration to write it :'D)

Educational Measures

Prologue

- New starts, insane relatives and ~~sexy~~ grumpy teachers -

Cramped, loud and unpleasant, these were his first impressions of his surroundings. Deafening murmurs sounded through the hallways of the old school building. They echoed from the bleak walls a few times before they were replaced by other sounds. Students were running over the worn linoleum floor towards the stairs or the large double glass doors to reach temporary freedom on the courtyard. Shouts and laughter could be heard from everywhere and the few teachers in the halls simply ignored the noisy chaos, in order to get their coffee or a quick smoke before the next lesson started.

Dragging his feet, Ace was walking a few feet behind his family. The tanned teenager regarded the unfriendly environment with some displeasure. He hated it here already. Three months had passed since the new school year had begun, and he had been looking forward for the first parties, his friends and he had wanted to attend. Shit. They had wanted to go to the beach, drink alcohol on mass and flirt with the hot babes in their tiny little bikinis… And then things happened and now he was stuck here.

Despite the warm, sunny summer day outside, the corridors were dim and cold with a soft draft playing around his ankles. The whole building smelt faintly of strong cleaning powder, floor wax and the humans strolling through it. Here, in the third floor he could also smell chemicals mingling with the other scents.

“And finally, this is our chemistry wing!”

His grandfather stated. Duh~ really? As if they weren’t able to read the signs on the doors. The kid rolled his eyes.

“WOAH! That is so cool! Don’t ya think, Ace?”

Luffy, his younger brother beamed brightly. The lanky boy stood beside their gramps, black eyes shining with excitement. What should be cool about this place, please? The whole building looked like it was in for a major restoration. The walls needed to be painted; their off white and yellow colour was sullied with footprints, dirt and more than a few graffiti. Not to mention the heavy steel doors that were separating the halls from the stairways and were also put between the single wings. What was this house? Some kind of prison? Not to mention that the school was in some small backwater town in the middle of nowhere and not near the beach or his friends. But okay, his little brother was easy to please after all… Since their gramps had told them that they could eat for free in the school cafeteria, the younger boy was all in for their new school.

The taller sibling watched his brother and grandfather chatting idly with each other, both of them grinning stupidly at some lame joke the old man had made. They had been looking at monotone corridors forever and by now the break was over again. Pupils and teachers were heading to their classes, talking with each other, joking or simply pushing others around in a friendly manner. What a strange group. Ace looked at them: it seemed that all the freaks had been collected in the country and had been thrown in here…

“Ace look! I am Superman!”

Luffy had managed to climb on a windowsill and was now standing on it. The brown curtain draped around his thin shoulders, the black-haired boy was striking a pose. A small smile curled around the corners of the older one’s lips at the thin teen’s antics. The grin broke out fully, when their gramps batted his large fist on the young adolescence’s head. Shouting loudly, Monkey D. Garp started chasing his laughing grandson of the long corridor. People turned their head to them, most of the scholars knew about their teacher’s behaviour by now of course, but they still wondered about the youngster who was chased by the grey-haired professor. Bored, Ace looked after them. It was a normal sight for him after all.

Really, this was all so tiresome. Not to mention, that the dull colours around him and the gloominess of the hallway were frustrating. He needed to escape somehow and if it was only for a few minutes. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching him, the freckled teen sneaked back to the flight of stairs. Here he hesitated for a moment. Should he go downstairs to chill on the courtyard or upstairs, hmmm where to go? With a shrug he opted for the roof, it really didn’t matter after all, but at least he would have a decent view from there. Hell, maybe he would get a cell phone connection for once! Thus he started climbing the set of steps.

He didn’t make it far. Just when he had mounted half of the first flight a large hand on his shoulder pulled him back. Tripping, the youngster lost his footing and stumbled back. Slightly panicked Ace gripped for the first thing in his reach to catch his fall. But instead of the stair-rail, his hands fastened upon broad shoulders. Face to face with a wide expanse of chest, he could more feel than hear the other man’s growling voice.

“And where do you think you’re going? Roof’s off-limit, as you should know.”

The deep voices vibrated through his body and scratched his nerves, oh boy. This could only mean trouble. This close the youngster could smell the big man’s scent of sandalwood, some aftershave and cigar smoke, which surrounded him like a cloud. Slightly light headed the teen looked up.

“Ma~ I am sorry! I’ m new here and got lost?”

He threw his most charming smile at the white-haired bloke before him. Weird. The man could only be in his early thirties, so why did he have white hair? Come to think about it, all about the man seemed to be washed-out, the pale skin and the ice-grey eyes that were currently glaring at him, obviously not impressed by the youth’s charms. The whole albino thing should have crept Ace out, but he was too fixated getting out of this situation, to actual care about the pale colouring. Besides it wasn’t looking wrong on the guy.

“New? Why is there a new student in the middle of the term, and why wasn’t the teacher’s council informed?”

Came the deep growl again:

”Ehmm…”

Shit his gramps must have forgotten to register them here.

“Hmpf… doesn’t matter. Name?”

“Portgas D. Ace.”

He grinned pleasantly at the older, who just gave him a stern look. Ugh, grumpy that one. He tried a slightly more demure tone.

“Portgas D Ace, sir?”

The big teacher nodded curtly.

“I’m Smoker. So tell me, why did you change schools in the first place? Troublemaker who had been thrown out of his old one?”

That got the white haired man a glare out of amber eyes. What the fuck, okay so Ace was a bit of a trouble maker, but not half as bad as Luffy was. Besides he had always (fake) proof that he hadn’t to do anything with the latest happenings.

“Nope. My father got in some kind of trouble. So gramps… ehm professor Garp took my brother and me in his care. That’s why I’m here.”

The educator blinked a few times:

“You are Garp’s grandson?”

“Yes.”

“Then your father is Monkey D. Dragon, who had been arrested for protesting against the church’s behaviour concerning the treatment of child molesters?”

There was a snide snort from the tanned lad:

“If you call walking stalk naked in front of a church, trying to get under the nun’s robes protesting. Then yes he had been imprisoned for that.”

Okay that wasn’t the way Garp had told them the story. But given the brat’s nonchalant way of telling him this, he was tempted to believe the kid more then his co-worker. Okay he never believed Garp anything anyway. The older man was far too… idiotic for the lack of a better description to be taken serious. He opened his mouth to tell the teen his mind, when a loud explosion interrupted him. The banging sound swelled in the silence of the corridors and filled the tilted stairway, before it died away. Warm air reached the two males and they could feel the blast’s pressure wave pressing against their bodies:

“Oh not again…”

Ace starred open mouthed at the older man, whom didn’t really seemed concerned with the thick, black smock coming from the third floor, or the students running down the stairs to save their lives. With an ear-piercing shriek the fire alarm went loose, the sound painful to the ears, but effective to get anybody’s attention:

“Again? Does such thing happen often here?”

“Oh only every second day or so… Ah Shanks!”

With that he waved a red haired adult over to them, who were watching the whole scenario from a floor below. Ace looked at the man. He seemed to be slightly older than Smoker and had three parallel scars running over his left eyes. He could have been a real looker if not for his hilarious cloths, the teacher, as Ace assumed he was, was clad in Bermuda shorts, sandals and a really bright Hawaii shirt. The male on the other hand looked the teenager up and down approvingly, practically undressing the tanned kid with his eyes. Grinning, the redhead joined them and put an arm around the adolescent, before he pulled him close while talking to his colleague.

“Yo Smoker! Don’t you wanna help escorting the scholars to the courtyard?”

Black eyes landed on the freckled youth with a hungry gleam in them:

“And who is this pretty little thing?”

The teacher winked at the black haired youngster, a busy hand sneaking towards the younger one’s bum:

“No, I have to look after Tashigi… Oh and that’s Garp’s grandson, so…”

The white haired man let his voice trail off in a dark rumble; thankfully the mention of their eccentric co-worker was enough to make Shanks release the handsome boy as if burned. Smoker took some satisfaction in that, he wasn’t pleased with his colleague touching their students so freely and the freckled boy wasn’t an exception to that.

“Shanks bring him down to the patio, will you? And you! I’ll let you off with a warning this time… but only because I’ve more important things to do right now. So behave and follow professor Shanks, understood brat?”

With that the broad-shouldered man turned around and left Ace alone with the flirty teacher and a rather nice few of a taut, jeans clad ass. Before he truly realized what he had been just thinking, the student was pulled away by the happily chatting tutor, who guided the lad downstairs. From above they could here a few more, minor detonations and the raven-haired teen even imagined that he could here Smoker’s deep growling voice amongst them.

“So tell me sweetie… I thought that Garp’s grandson is Luffy, funny little fellow by the way. Is he here too?”

The tanned student crinkled his freckled nose in irritation at the belittlement but answered none the less.

“Luff’s my little brother. And if you’ll do that…”

He shot a pointed look to the arm, which was still put around his shoulders:

“…or anything else to him, I’ll break your hands, teacher or not. Clear?”

He hissed, glaring at the older man. The grin on the scared face only widened.

“Oh my, you’re a feisty one aren’t you? I like that! But dun worry hon, I’ll see the little rugrat as some kind of adoptive brother, so no harm will be done to him. You on the other hand, are quite… ahahahah letmegoIamsorryjustletme…”

The older man lent in close until their faces nearly touched. Then tears shot into his eyes, when the tall youth took a little bit of skin from the back of Shanks’ hand between his fingertips and twisted his fingers fitfully, pinching the skin hard. With an expression that was a cross between boredom and irritation, Ace used that grip to remove the bothersome arm from his shoulders. He was giving a damn about the fact that he twisted the tutor’s limb painfully, while doing so. When he had freed himself from the offending touch, the freckled youngster released the man and stepped a few feet aside, bringing some save distance between them

The redhead nursed his aching hand with teary eyes. Damn the kid had spunk! Breathing soothingly on the sore, red spot he looked at the smirking teen with a pout. Cheeky rascal. But his appearance sure was worth the trouble. With a wide smile he closed in again. He started patting the tanned youngster’s back, ignoring the angry looks from those amber eyes. Hmm those eyes remembered him of someone… who was it? It must… WHACK! The hit on the back of his head caught him off guard. Stumbling a few steps forward he nearly managed to land on Portgas. Unfortunately the kid sidestepped him with a smirk and so the teacher landed face down on the hard concrete floor.

“Redhead… what did we tell you about molesting our students?”

Ugh. Damn it Mihawk had found him. Rubbing his head he looked at the other professor with a pout on his usual smiling lips. The man with the goatee just regarded him with a cold look out from gold shining eyes. Oh right this were the eyes he remembered. A bit embarrassed by the situation Shanks started talking quickly, attempting to find an excuse for his behaviour. Arms crossed, Ace watched the two interact. The other man was letting the red haired male’s endless babble wash over him without really taking notice of it. Instead he stared at the boy, trying to classify him.

“Hn. You, what’s your name?”

“Portgas D. Ace.”

Ace answered the black haired man’s question, wondering why this school was bothering with uniforms at all, when their staff dressed like that… Really first Smoker’s tight blue Jeans and the half opened button-down, then this scared idiot with his Bermudas and colourful shirts and now this guy! The gold eyed man was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, a long sleeved magenta coloured shirt with flower ornaments on it and a black waistcoat. Both top and vest were opened completely, revealing the man’s hard abdomen. Really it made the raven haired teen uncomfortable in his blue and beige themed uniform; he wanted normal cloths back and his hat dammit!

“..new here?”

“Yes, today’s my first day here.”

Beaming brightly Shanks put a hand on his co-worker’s shoulder. Other students and a few teachers passed them, as everyone gathered on the schoolyard to wait for the fire brigade. Giving the teen a hungry look he yapped away merrily and most of all at full volume:

”He’s one of Garp’s grandsons, Mihawk! Amazing, isn’t it! Who would have thought that the old idiot geezer could have a grandchild this hot? He…”

“Oh shut up!”

“Oh shut up!”

Both blackheads snapped at the sae time. Now Shanks got a twin glare out of two pairs of amber eyes. Eeep scary! He stepped back from the two angry men, laughing nervously all the time. He waved his hands in front of his body, trying to show them that he would behave. Ace watched him stroll off to another pupil. He pitied the lanky blonde who was now in the centre of the eccentric teacher’s attention:

“Well… welcome to Impel Down High. And yes… this is one of the more normal days…”

With that the instructor moved on, leaving a stunned student behind. Okay so he might have been wrong… well at least partly, the raven thought. He would still miss his friends, and the beach and the bikini clad babes… But he had his doubt that he would be bored anytime soon, given the crazy school staff alone… And then there was this Smoker guy of course. The freckled teenager grinned leisurely. Oh no, he wouldn’t be bored at all…

TBC
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