Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Category: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Fandom: One Piece

Relationship: Roronoa Zoro & Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy & Nefertari Vivi

Character: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Jewelry Bonney, Emporio Ivankov, Monkey D. Luffy, Nami (One Piece), Usopp, Tony Tony Chopper, Johnny (One Piece), Yosaku (One Piece)

Additional Tags: Bad Cop Roronoa Zoro, Slut Sanji, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

A/N: First of all, Thank you so so so much, HelAuditore for betaing! You're a gem! 3

Secondly, All the appearances are post time skip with a touch of originality. So if I write that Zoro has both his eyes (despite having a scar on one), then he has them. Or that Sanji has no curly brows, then he doesn't. It's an OOC fic, do not even think about mixing it with Oda Sensei's work. One Piece belongs to Oda but the fic belongs to me. Enjoy the angst my lovelies…

There are mixed POVs.

Prologue

"Fuck you."

The blond sat across me, his hair partially falling on his face, hiding his young fair skin that shone with sweat under the only light in the room. We caught him when we took down Doflamingo and he had no passport on him. He was on drugs and was silent, following along in his high, but as soon as he had sweated off the opium, his tongue had found its use and he had started to mouth off any person who tried talking to him.

We didn't know anything about who he was. He could have been a terrorist, he could have been a thief, he could have been any or everything that was wrong with society. What we did know, or at least thought we knew, was that he was French. His accent was heavy and judging him to be one on the basis of that could be considered stereotypical, since he hadn't actually conversed in the mentioned language. He pronounced his words like the vowels deserved almost no attention and 'h' probably did not exist in his vocabulary. He barely moved his thin lips when he spoke. It was weird to hear perfect English profanities in such a soft tone but he pulled it off with his expressions, though his eyes remained stoic when he wasn't observing his surroundings.

"I told you." His voice was laced with irritation, quite easily recognisable with his accent thickening as he started losing his temper, "He bought me to fuck. I don't know anything else."

"Then you should have no problem telling me who you work for."

He paused, his brows furrowed and I doubt he realized that he was biting on his lower lip as he looked me in the eye, obviously struggling with what he should tell and what he shouldn't. I could see the honesty in his eyes though. I could tell he wasn't lying. But I couldn't go to my higher ups and tell them that I had a 'hunch' that the blond was not lying.

He took a deep breath, hopefully deciding to tell me something so I could help him get out of the mess he had stuck himself into, "I... can't tell." He whispered, his voice going even deeper than it already was, like he really wanted me to believe what he was saying. Like it was the truth and he couldn't help it.

I got up and walked out the door, knowing that my face betrayed no emotion though it wasn't needed, his eye didn't follow me as I went. The air of the corridor rustled my hair as I walked out the interrogation room and Zoro was already standing next to me. I looked at him, a smug smile set on his face as he looked at me. He loved this. He loved breaking them so they spilled the beans. He never failed in retrieving information and it was quite safe to assume that his techniques were not very peaceful.

"Get me all you can on him." I ordered him. He needed the word. He needed permission from his head so he could take charge of the situation. He grinned at me and leaned off the screen, nodding once before entering the door I had shut behind me.

Do It Right

Chapter One

He looked at the man who entered after the good cop. He looked like a typical thug who was put into a work shirt, pants and shoes. The gun belt was just added to the image, hugging him around his upper abs and dipping under his taught pectorals. He had grey eyes and was looking at the blond like he was a prey.

"So you're the bad cop." The blond stated, his voice sounding slightly bored and the accent heavily dipped in French.

Zoro had seen the man from the observation room. He had seen him when he was arrested, looking out of it when he was cuffed. But now that he was watching him up close he realized how young the man was. He was probably his own age, maybe a year younger, but that was about it. And he was a whore.

The green haired officer smirked at him, nodding sharply and took a seat on the other side of the desk. "So, are you gonna speak or do I need to do what they show in the movies?" He asked, removing a pack of cigarette from his pocket and tapping one out. He saw as the blond's eye fixate on it momentarily before returning to meet his eyes.

"I have nothing to tell."

Zoro arched an eyebrow at the statement. "Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

He bent forward and offered him a cigarette from his pack which the blond accepted along with the match. His hands were shaking a little but Zoro doubted that it was because of fear. He slipped the deathstick between his lips and got the light on the other end. He looked at Zoro as he sucked on it, his visible blue eye raking over his face and lingering on the scar that adorned his left eye. He puffed for a second then let out the smoke, "I still have nothing to tell."

Zoro sighed and leaned back in his chair, removing the cigarette butt from between his own lips as he did, "You're a small fry. Nothing that comes out of your mouth will help our case. But we have rules. Rules that should eat shit but that exist, so I am going to need you to spill or I have other ways that won't be as friendly as that cigarette in your cock sucking mouth is."

The man looked at Zoro passively in the midst of the smoke slowly spiraling the room and gave him a smirk when his short speech ended, "Do you imagine me sucking your cock, officer mosshead?"

"I have better people to imagine," Zoro grunted, "Those with some respect for their body." He then leaned in again, snuffing his stick on the metal surface of the desk, "I don't want to waste too much time on you. You're definitely not worth it. Give us your details and if you're clean, you get to walk free and whore your way through every household that will have you."

The blond still looked unfazed though and that gave Zoro all the answers he needed.

He got up and a second later, the lithe man was sprawled on the floor, the sound of hard skin smacking against soft skin resonating in the room. One fist wrapped around the collar of his shirt and pulled him up in a weird sitting position while the other got hold of his hair and pulled back, making his fair skin shine like a pearl under the light hanging above them. His eyes were closed but the area on his face where he had been slapped was already flaming red, the shape - part of his hand that had contacted the man.

"Well, you bruise like a woman. Guess DoFlamingo took you in thinking you were a girl."

Despite the fact that the slap had to have hurt, the man chuckled dryly at the joke, his eyes opening for a second before the light from above hit him and he shut them again. Zoro had to admit that the man had guts, but that only irked him a little and he pulled his head back further, enough to hear a creak and the man's hand came to rest on his wrist, not holding him but just touching.

Pathetic.

The way his hand was trembling was pathetic. It was like the man had no control over himself.

"Tell me who you work for."

The man kept silent, his expression remaining stoic and his eyes still screwed shut to shield them from the light above. Zoro shook his head, making him gasp and open his eyes.

"Tell. me. Who you work for."

It went on for an hour. Merciless beating, mental beration, threats. But nothing worked. No hit received a yell of pain, no words gauged a reaction, no threats made a base. He wouldn't even disclose his name. A typical slut's answer, the only answer he received - I am whoever you want me to be.

It was so simple. All the man had to do was take a name and everything would be done with. They knew many prostitution lords but they had no proof or evidence to arrest most of them. If just one witness spoke, they would be able to gather so many more and be able to have a proper case to shut down an organisation. So, why was such a simple thing going unanswered? Why would the chance of leaving a life like that behind being passed so easily?

There were only two reasons Zoro could think of. One: the man liked his profession.

He held the blond against the wall, his lips bruised, eye swollen shut and Zoro knew for a fact that he had broken a few ribs underneath the shirt that moved as he wheezed.

Two: He was being blackmailed.

"Look at me."

The change in his tone was probably what surprised the man enough to follow the order with a little eye fluttering, his sight unfocused before it set back on him. "We can help. Whatever it is. We can help get you out of it."

The blue eye seemed to widen a little at his words and Zoro's doubts were confirmed. Definitely blackmailed. Zoro let go of his shirt and the man slumped against the wall, his knees shaking in the effort to keep him standing. "Tell me who do you work for." he repeated, softly. Softer than he had meant for it to sound.

He could see the wheels in the grey matter under the sun kissed hair, whir and strain as they worked and processed what he was being told. Zoro didn't blame him, he had hit him hard and the man was definitely whoozy.

"I… can't." He whispered as Zoro saw resolve still in his eyes and his gaze shifted to the ground.

"You can't." Zoro repeated after him, his mind working perfectly, "You would though, if you could?". It wasn't really a question. He knew the answer to that and he wasn't surprised when the man kept his eyes on the ground. "You disgust me. You have an option and you're being a coward. A slut and a coward. A creature meant to be shunned and repulsed."

He walked over to the desk and picked the discarded cigarette pack as the blonde slid to the floor, his breathing shallow and arms coming to hug himself around his ribs.

Zoro took a seat as he puffed on a new smoke, and stared at him with the same disgust that he mentioned in his eyes.

"A fucking coward. The number of lives that could be saved… all of them bound where they are because you can't ! Do you actually own a dick or have you completely turned yourself into a simpering girl?"

Of all the things that could have made him react, being called a girl is what the man evidently took as an insult. His body stiffened and Zoro could hear the man snarl a little, yet he still didn't speak and that just got too much for him. How pathetic and self centred could anyone get?

He got up and walked to him, noticing how the man didn't waver an inch as he approached him. He was about to punch him when the door opened behind him, and Nami's voice snapped at him. "I think that's enough for now. Take a break."

Zoro froze in his position, wanting to deliver the punch intended for the man, but he knew he was verging on cruelty for personal instincts so he relaxed and turned around to leave the room as Nami walked over to the blond and talked to him in an unusually kind voice. He heard a small wince before he shut the door behind him.

They were sitting on Usopp's desk, which was amongst the many present in the packed station. The floor above them held the interrogation rooms and the hospital wing. The one above it held the offices of all the high officials who needed a room for the files that crowded their desk. Zoro's office was up there too, but he preferred visiting it about an hour or two before he had to go home. Files were boring.

"Has anyone lasted one hour before?" Tony asked as he inspected Zoro's knuckles. The doctor knew that Zoro loved to make criminals talk, but there were times when he had to do the same to the innocent. He usually emerged from the room looking mildly defeated every time the latter happened, and today was one of those days.

Zoro frowned as he thought back, searching for an answer. "No. At least not from what I recall. Damnit!" he sighed and leant forward, Tony let go of his hand as he did, "He's being blackmailed, I am sure of that."

"Did you offer him help?"

Zoro nodded in response, turning to look at the man "I did. The idiot wouldn't budge."

A commotion made everyone look up and Zoro was on his feet in an instant as he made his way to the stairs.

The blond was holding the prostitution lord, Ivan, by his collar as he pressed him against the wall. He was screaming at him in French while the man laughed openly in return, giving him a sneering reply in the same language. It really surprised Zoro that the blond had enough energy left inside of him after being beaten the way he had been, even Nami and Kuina were failing to pull him away.

When a fist finally collided with Iva's repulsive face, Zoro decided it was time to intervene, so he pushed Nami and Kuina off the lithe man and got his arms around his ribs, making it a point to press in at the areas where he knew it would hurt. It made the man wince and cough but he still didn't let go of the cheap leather jacket.

He pulled again, this time harder and the man almost screamed and pushed back into Zoro's chest, one hand coming to claw at the suffocating bind while the other still held Ivan. Nami's hand encircled around his wrist and his head snapped aside to look at her.

Things suddenly calmed down as the man stopped resisting and all the officers surrounding him stilled in their movements. He let go of the drag queen, hand coming to rest over Zoro's, eye fixed on Nami's, his breathing ragged and his posture now slumping.

"Well, what are you idiots waiting for?" Zoro snapped, "Get him to the cells." he motioned to the purple haired freak and everyone startled back into their work.

As that happened, the man's knees buckled and it took Zoro by surprise, making him bend to his own knees. His head had slumped down as it usually did in defeat and he was shaking uncontrollably. Tony was at Zoro's side in an instant, "Hold him up a little, Zoro, I need to check if he is alright."

He did as he was told and held up the limp blond against his chest. The man had tears trailing down his face and his mouth was slightly agape, but no sound escaped him. This seemed to be hurting him more than any of the punches Zoro delivered on him. Tony got to work on opening a couple of his shirt buttons. As soon as the cold metal of the stethoscope touched his bruised skin, the man gasped and he blinked his eyes open, as if returning to the present.

He looked up to see Tony and his hand came up to wrap around his wrist in a surprisingly strong hold, his eyes suddenly begging. The doctor looked at him with wide eyes " S'il vous plaît. " he whispered, his voice laced in pathetic helplessness.

"Lay him down, he's having an anxiety attack." Tony ordered and Zoro did as he was told, making the blond look at him as he was turned. His eyes grew wide when he saw him and his hand left Tony's to fist around the grey fabric of Zoro's shirt.

" Vous dites que vous voulez aider. I'll tell you everything. Just help Bonney." Tony inserted a needle in his bicep just then and he winced softly, but the helplessness in his voice had been replaced by determination, though still laced with desperate begging. " Sauvegarder Bonney. Get her someplace safe. S'il vous plaît."

Zoro looked deep into his eyes. He didn't understand French, but what the blonde said in English was enough to guess what he was trying to say.

"You will tell us everything if we save Bunny?"

"Bonney. Oui." His hold on Zoro's collar was starting to get weaker as he started to breathe easier. His eyes were starting to droop and voice got deeper with every word he spoke. "S'il vous plaît. High Rise Gardens... Flat 6 B..."

Doubts and questions flooded Zoro's mind. He had beaten this blond to a pulp, yet he had refused to tell him anything. Now, a drag prostitution queen arrives and suddenly he is willing to cooperate? He was having an anxiety attack because of him.

"Please…"

Zoro could see the blond slipping, the drug Tony just gave him was taking effect, so he nodded solemnly. "Alright. We'll get her."

The hand finally loosened and the medics, whom Zoro had not noticed, started to transfer the man onto a stretcher. He got up and turned to Nami as Tony hurried with his patient to the medic bay.

"Nami."

"Yes sir." She saluted deftly, her hands knitting behind her back and chest pumping out.

"You got the name and address?" Zoro questioned her as he again headed for the stairs, Nami following him a step behind.

"I did,sir."

"I want to see her in my office in an hour." He turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow when he noticed that she was still behaving formally.

"I'll handle it. Where are you going, sir?"

"To meet Luffy."

"Of course." She nodded and relaxed her stance a little, a sly smile coming on her face.

"What?" Zoro asked, a little wary. She seriously changed her behaviour way too much for him to be comfortable with.

"The stairs are in the opposite direction." She smirked, her eyes sparkling.

Zoro growled when he noticed that she was right. He walked past her, "Do your job, woman." he rumbled as he did.

"With pleasure, sir." She responded, before walking off.

Zoro trailed the right path, his mind running the case over and over in his head. He knocked when he reached Monkey D. Luffy's office and entered when he was called to do so.

Luffy looked up from his paperwork, his glasses set at the end of his nose threatening to fall off when his face broke into a huge grin.

"Did he speak?" He asked, motioning to the chair in the room. He had taken off his jacket and he looked really tired, despite the positivity and the energy still surrounding him.

Zoro sighed as he closed the door and walked over to take the offered seat. "No."

"No?"

"No."

They stared at each other for a bit, Zoro waiting for his captain to speak his exceptional mind. Then Luffy grinned again. "I like him!" he rumbled.

Zoro snorted, "Why am I not surprised?" he looked pointedly to the glass of whiskey set on Luffy's desk. "You got more of that?" he asked, pointing at it with his chin.

Luffy nodded and got up, turning towards one of the shelves in the room and opening it to reveal the haul. Alcohol was a necessity in this profession. They would never get drunk in the office but they definitely needed a shot once in a while to relieve some stress.

As Luffy picked a glass, Zoro continued. "Smoker arrested Ivan?" he asked.

"Yes," Luffy nodded to nothing in particular as he added an ice cube to the glass, "I have no clue on what basis though. Why do you ask?" He picked up the bottle to pour an acceptable amount of Bourbon.

"Blondie reacted to Ivan, when they were transferring him from the interrogation room." Zoro replied.

That made Luffy raise his eyebrows as he turned around and walked back to his desk, "That's interesting." He commented as he handed over the drink to Zoro who nodded both in agreement and thanks.

"Well, he is being blackmailed. Or at least his family is. He asked me to get this… Bunny for him. Said he would talk if I did." He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, letting the alcohol slowly burn his throat. "I agreed." He added as he swirled the drink between the cubes to get it more diluted.

Luffy hummed, "That's good. So, you need me to talk to Smoker?"

Zoro nodded again, he never understood why some people thought Luffy was a fool. The man analyzed a situation faster than anyone else and was willing to take the steps needed before someone even asked him to. "It would be for the best. The cases should be joined." He took a large gulp this time, finishing off the drink before standing up and setting the glass back on the desk.

It took more than an hour to get Bonney to the station. As a matter of fact, it had been three hours ago that Zoro had told Nami to to get her and she had appointed Johnny and Yosaku to do the job. Nami was sitting on one of the seats in the room, her foot making circles and eights in the air as she waited for her men to come back, her face set in a pokerish scowl (the type you want to hide but fail miserably at). Zoro did what he did best and ignored her as he worked on his files. What use was worrying?

Laughter suddenly erupted from outside and Zoro and Nami both snapped their heads in the direction of his door. The sound of muffled high heels clicking against the carpeted tiles reached their ears and not a second later, Zoro's door opened with enough force to make it ricochet off the wall it was slammed into had it not been held in place by a manicured hand.

A tall girl stood in the doorway, her pink dyed hair which was currently held together in a bun. Stray strands stuck out from it and fell effortlessly to frame her face. She was panting a little, covered in sweat and was scowling murderously at the two humans gaping at her in the room. She had no makeup on and was dressed in simple black slacks and a white tank top that hugged her curves perfectly.

Behind her stood Johnny and Yosaku who looked like they had emerged from a baton charge. Johnny had a swollen lip and a black eye, while Yosaku's cheek was as swollen as an egg and his forehead held a similar bump. Apart from that, they seemed to be covered in bruises and their clothes were torn at a few places. Zoro could make out a couple of fingernail scratches in those areas.

"Is this a joke?" The lady... Bonney… spat out.

Zoro's eyes went back to her and saw the fire in those blue eyes and the irritation on her face, none of which she was trying to hide. It was Nami who replied to her question, standing when she saw the state of her officers.

"Joke? Is police business a joke to you?"

Bonney turned to growl at her, her teeth bared as she stepped into the room and walked up to the gingerhead. "Sorry missy. But what do you expect me to think if these two," she jerked her head in the direction of the two beaten up officers, "come to me and tell me that some blond man wants me to be brought to safety?"

"What is wrong with that?" Zoro asked her and she turned to look at him.

She raked her eyes from his head to… well pectorals (the rest was hidden behind the desk.). She grunted and kicked a chair back and sat on it, her legs apart. She looked like one of those girls a mother would find fault in all the time,

"Well, Mr." She glanced at his name plate, "Roro….. Zoro. If you must know, it's not too difficult to make a fake ID now a days. And then these two turn up on my doorstep like some Bond twins! And as if that wasn't enough, some blond is suddenly very concerned about my safety. What do you expect me to think?"

"I still fail to see why you beat up my officers." Nami asked, her voice iced with suppressed anger.

At that Bonney smirked a little. "Well, not knowing any blond men should be a reason enough."

Zoro sat up on his seat slowly and stared in her eyes. She didn't blink or budge and simply stared back at him coldly.

"Miss Bunny, if it is found out that you have lied, you will be arrested. Laying hands on police is an offense in its own. You don't want more on your case." He said in his most calm voice.

What did she mean when she said she didn't know any blond men? It was the most vague statement ever made. He knew ten blond men off the top of his head.

"I'm not lying. I know blond men, officer but you see, I had just returned from a party when these two came. And they were all there when I left. I live five minutes away from the club. Are you saying that you managed to arrest one of my friends in fifteen minutes and sent your men in the same time frame? And the name is Bonney, not Bunny. Say my name wrong again and you might find my foot up your…"

"You don't know a French man, about six foot tall and blond, then?" Nami intervened before the lady could finish her threat.

Bonney froze where she sat and was silent for about two seconds before turning to look at Nami, "French?" She questioned, her voice wavering a little as she spoke.

"Yes." Nami nodded, "And he is as tall as the officer that you were just insulting. And he is thin. Ring any bells?"

Bonney's eyebrows furrowed and she glared at Nami with hatred shooting from her eyes, "I don't appreciate such jokes." She hissed between her teeth.

Zoro picked up his phone and pressed 3. He waited for Usopp to answer the call as Nami retorted to the lady.

"Miss Bonney, this is the last time I am telling you. You have been called in for a serious issue. Please stop taking this lightly."

Usopp answered the call "Usopp. Bring the blond's file up here." He cut the call after hearing the man affirm and turned back to look at Bonney. "Maybe a photograph will help?" he said and he noticed the lady slump on her chair, staring at the edge of his desk pointedly. She looked unsettled.

Usopp arrived a minute later and looked around nervously as he walked into the uncomfortable silence. He took in his two partners sitting on the couch looking at the ground with huge frowns, and Nami sitting next to a pink haired lady while Zoro looked up at him as he handed over the file. He went and sat next to his co-workers to see what this was all about. Zoro picked out the picture attached on the first page in the file handed it over to the lady.

If there was uncomfortable silence before, it was nothing compared to the cold dread that suddenly filled the room, and it was now threading deafness. The lady stopped breathing and Usopp almost thought that she wouldn't breath again when she finally released the breath she had held in. Nami and Zoro exchanged a glance, unsure of how to react. The lady was breathing deeply, her eyes fixed on the blond man's face, unblinking and seemingly lost to the surrounding.

A few seconds passed, feeling like an eternity when she finally blinked. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, so she pressed her lips together again as she gulped, her eyes not leaving the photograph. She cleared her throat and tried to speak again. Her voice came out strained and a little rough. "Did you… Did he say what his name was?"

Eyes met again before Zoro replied, "No."

She nodded slightly.

"So, you know him?" Zoro asked, his voice polite.

Bonney laughed in a hollow manner before licking her lower lip and then looking back at the man. "Oh I know him. This man," she flapped the picture in her hand, "He was… is... my late adoptive brother. Sanji Noir. He died ten years ago."

Silence fell in the room again as everyone let the news settle. Zoro was… surprised. He had been guessing that the girl probably just had no clue of being a target of some threat. It wasn't uncommon. People hid these things from their loved ones so that they didn't worry too much, but this just went beyond anything that he had imagined.

"My!" She whispered, almost talking to herself rather than anybody else, looking at that face again. "He's turned into a fine man. Lost his curls..." She traced her finger along his face on the flimsy paper. "Is he here? Can I meet him?" She asked.

Nami was the one to reply, having already snapped out of shock.

"He is currently admitted in the medical bay. Out cold. We could take you there if you wish." She said.

Bonney blinked once before turning to look at Zoro, a small smile settled on her lips. "Out cold, huh? Why do I feel that you have interrogated him?"

Zoro looked back in those blue eyes. Using violence to make a man speak was illegal. Very few people knew that. And even fewer reported it. He nodded, "It was important to persuade him to talk." He said.

"And… did he?"

"He told us to get you to safety. Then he would talk."

She hummed and sat back in her seat, "Despite what you say, I doubt that it were your methods that made him talk."

Zoro leaned back in his seat as well and cocked his head to the side to study the lady. She wasn't dumb. Far from it. She was actually interpreting the situation right and was surprisingly calm for someone who just came to know their dead brother wasn't dead. He nodded once to accept his defeat in retrieving information from... Sanji. Her smile faded a little at that.

"Why was he arrested?" She asked instead of continuing on the topic.

"He was caught in the midst of a drugs bust. His tests reveal quite a noticeable amount of cocaine in his system. He is probably addicted."

She looked slightly nauseous before she asked the next question. "Was he the only one there?"

"No."

"Was he the only one you interrogated?"

Zoro paused again before replying. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Apart from the drug consumption, he had no papers on him. He was the only one we had to dig for details. You should know, we all believe that he is innocent of the crime that we are investigating, but we need proof to set him free. Maybe even help him in getting citizenship."

She held his gaze when he finished for a while, her eyes searching. "And what is it that you aren't telling me?"

Was there a better way to say it? Maybe he could skip the details and give her the bigger picture.

"He uses his body to earn a living."

He expected her to deny what he said. Maybe even lash out on him. But she surprised him again by chuckling dryly.

"Were you that polite with him when you questioned him?" She asked.

Before Zoro could even think of an answer to that, she turned to look at Nami.

"I want to see him." She stated, setting the picture on the desk. Nami nodded sharply and stood up. The two left the room in silence and Zoro stared at Usopp who stared back at him.

"She's got balls." The long nosed man stated. Zoro huffed a laugh and nodded. She definitely did! and she was braver than most men working right in that building. He appreciated said quality in a person when he saw it and immediately took a liking to them. She was definitely one of them. And frankly, so was Sanji.

A new case… more dirt. More minds to fuck. More sleepless nights. The image of the man practically begging him to save his sister rose in front of his eyes. A sister to whom he had been dead for ten years.

He sprang to his feet as he suddenly realized his mistake. He looked at Johnny and Yosaku who were staring at him intently from where they sat on his office couch.

"You two. Go to the wing and get yourselves patched up." he barked at them. The two nodded at him and proceeded to slowly exit the room.

As soon as they left, Zoro turned to look at Usopp who looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Sanji… he didn't go to meet his sister for the past ten years."

"Yes. And?"

"She thought he was dead."

"Okay…" Usopp said uncertainly, obviously not getting it.

"No, Usopp. I don't think he wanted her to know that he is alive. He definitely had the chance to let her know. But he hasn't done that. He asked me to keep her safe. Not to get her here."

Usopp looked at Zoro blankly for a few seconds before stating the obvious.

"You fucked up."

To Be Continued...

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