Disclaimer: One Piece does not belong to me.
WARNINGS: (throughout the whole fic): vulgar language, Short chapters, explicit porn, a horny Zoro all the time, corny romance(?) And Fluff.
Hello, it's a pleasure, I'm new at this xD not in publishing fics, but in the English lenguage. I'm from the Spanish Fandom from OP but this time I have decided that I would like to publish here, in Ao3. I want to give credits to Sofy and Juli, my beta-readers who have translated this fic into English, without them this wouldn't have been possible (I don't know anything about English) anyway, I hope you enjoy it, this goes on for a while.
It had been a while, when Roronoa discovered that everything was wrong. His mind stagnated on a Friday afternoon, when the twilight fell slowly over the horizon.
"Usopp, look, look ice cream!"
He felt that Luffy's scandalous voice was crushing his eardrums, and he scratched his head let loose with a sigh. Why had he agreed to go to the beach with that pair of idiots? They did not even promise him some sake, not even alcohol! But then, what was he doing there when he could be in his house sleeping the sacred nap at 6 in the afternoon?
"Zoro! You have money?"
Half-close the look between Luffy, Usopp, and then Franky, who more than interested, was heading to the area where Nico Robin read one of his boring and heavy history books.
"Zoroo!"
"Ah! Of course not, id-"
The scream fell silent when the agile hands of the swarthy boy searched in his pocket, then Usopp arrived unexpectedly and revise the other side of his bathing suit.
"Listen! N-"
The two, around like two pair of annoying mosquitoes.
"Look, his wallet!"
Luffy exclaimed what looked like a victory cry and ran out in the company of his other companion, the two of them in the distance scream an overly boisterous 'thank you' to fill up all the space on the beach.
"Tch, idiots."
He watched what surrounded him, right and left, but he only saw people, sea and sand, nothing that could interest him less.
"Maybe I can sleep on that palm tree..."
He had no choice but to exclude himself a little, because if something, besides being surrounded by people, that he hated, was to receive such provocative looks towards his person. He did not train day and night just so that women and men would emphasize his pronounced muscles or his good figure, he was robust, swarthy, with a strange bush of green hair that had no interest in explaining why; an ordinary person.
Put his hands in the pocket of his shorts, going to the desolate palm tree that had a small field of shade for his luck, and sat carelessly yawning immediately.
"Oh! They are playing soccer!"
"Franky, chopper! Come and see!"
"Wow! Amazing!"
"That guy does it... SUPER FANTASTIC!"
The distant clamor of his friends, he could hear them, but he covered his face with his forearm and the dream began to take its toll on him. Eyelids weighed him, Zoro felt his muscles relax instantly, it was time to make up for the lack of sleep.
"Robin, Robin! Look how it jumps!"
"If yes, I see it Luffy."
"Come on, you can, unknown boy!"
"That blonde is very super! Next time I'll invite him to take a big bottle of cola."
That irritate him. He did not think that his friends' cries would be so annoying as to want to get up from there and send them to hell, but he felt so annoyed and irritated that he raised his arm and lift his head sharply.
"Hey! Could you shut up?"
The short story died there, and Zoro felt that everything was bad that Friday of summer, while the sun came down from its summit until it touched the west.
"Zoro, Zoro! It is not surprising?"
He felt something of vertigo, while the image became clear before his perplexed eyes. The sun was about to leave, and that snowy complexion was confused with the tan color of the nuts, the golden thread began through his pupils, while the intoxicating blue stars, two pairs of sapphires, shone with happiness because of the curve of joy that showed his mouth.
"Ah? Zoro?"
She swallowed, opening her eyes inordinately, and the blond kicked the ball towards the opposing court, with those curves of his small hip, so delicate in that orange trousers.
"Hey, boy!"
He cursed under his breath when the boy received Franky's cola while everyone applauded and tried to look away when he raised it to his lips, but his eyes betrayed him when he noticed how that drink was watered by his neck, his chest, for his pink and hard nipples, until he lost himself in his pants, framed by exquisite obliques that had a direct path to his perdition.
"Zoro Do you have more money?"
The enchantment died when the black head of Monkey blocked his sight, but his mind, his eyes, continued to sail fugitives between the chest white of the aforementioned blonde.
"Luffy, leave it, it seems saw something interesting."
Robin laughed while rejecting a burger from Franky and lent some money to the young man in the hat, approaching Zoro.
"His name is Sanji, if you want to know."
'Stupid', it was the word that crossed all over his head, but the jet went away there, watching as he delicately savored his name, his 'n' that stopped him, his 'ji' that suddenly dropped him, the whole extent of what he was.
The night began to dwell in the sky, and just when I reacted, there was nothing left but their memories on that beach.
It is in Ao3 under my same name and in Wattpad, it is in Spanish.