I've had this fic taking up space in my docs for a couple months. I stopped on it for the longest time but went back to it and finished. It follows Luffy's metal health you could say, and how he adapts to his new life. There is a lot of ZoroxLuffy later in the story, so you'll just have to wait. Pretty angsty and emotional. I really hope people read it since I worked so long and hard on it. As of now the story is at 65,000 words. I don't own OP. Please review.
Songs: MCR The Light Behind Your Eyes, I Don't Wanna Love You
Prologue
When Zoro was 14, his mother decided to make his life a living hell by becoming a foster mother. Once she was finally eligible, at all times Zoro had at least five "siblings". They came and went, irritating Zoro by never letting him have a real sibling, not that he wanted one of course. It was unending change, and he had to help them get used to their place. He had to be nice and he hated being nice. He was respectful towards his mother (most times) and tried to tolerate the others, but he wasn't good at being nice. It just wasn't him.
He had had to deal with children and pre-teens every day. Some were just total assholes, so he had had to develop the "don't mess with me vibe", which didn't take long, actually. His backyard had become a playground, and his weight room had become a bedroom. He had needed to move all of his exercise equipment into the garage and it was cold in there. He hated every moment of being stuck living in a foster home.
There had never been a kid there older than twelve which he was grateful for. He didn't want to have to share anything with someone his own age, or be near one with a real, solidified personality hardened by more experience. Then Luffy came.