His breathing was heavy. He couldn't move.
What the hell?
From what he could barely see, his nakama were all gathered around him. The little doctor, Chopper, was crying for some reason unknown to the swordsman. The crew's navigator , Nami , was on her knees, looking down, also seemingly weeping. The sniper, Usopp, was covering his face with his now soaking palms. The wet archeologist , Robin,and the shipwright , Franky, had a look of despair on their faces. Brook, the musician, was just standing there, crying his eyes out. The cook was shouting. At him, apparently.
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS YOU STUPID SWORDSMAN? YOU HAD TO TRY AND BE THE HERO!
What the hell is that stupid ero-cook talking about?
His other crewmates were now gathered around him. They all were looking at him with grief in their eyes. The green-haired swordsman couldn't understand a thing.
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?
His shout went unheard. His nakama were not responding. Something was definitely wrong here. His vision was getting blurry. Zoro could barely tell wich shape belongs to whom. He could only hear his captain yelling.
DON'T YOU DARE ZORO! YOU HAVE A PROMISE TO KEEP!
Don't I dare what? What do you mean, Luffy?
As he was pondering about what was happening, it hit him.
Can't move. Can barely breathe. My eyes are failing me. I'm an idiot for not realizing sooner.
The more he thought about it, the more the image of his crew and the sound of their voices began to fade away.
Goodbye.
And then it was quiet.
First One Piece fanfiction so don't be too hard on me. R&R please :D
