This wasn't supposed to happen
There's been a mistake. There has to be. Who is this person? Zoro looked at himself in the water, treading and weaving its way through his face. He wondered if the person on the other end would like to fight with him. That is what he thought he had to do. See, fighting seemed to have come as a second skill for him. It's nothing too out of the ordinary yet this man doesn't seem like he wants to fight.
Whatever. Zoro thought, before getting up and walking away. It's been days since… Since what? He can't seem to remember. Zoro rubbed the back of his head, trying to remember what day it was. Clearly it has been a long time or else he wouldn't be smelling like a garbage can. He sniffed his hand and makes a face of disgust. God how long has it been since I took a shower?!
He weaved through the busy streets of the downtown before ending up at a homeless shelter. His stomach growled, nagging at him to feed it. He couldn't say no to the delicious smell of food as he walked in. There were hundreds of bums in here but nothing too out of the ordinary. He quickly grabbed his tray of food – preserved by people who look either way too happy to be here or way to angry to talk to – and sit down in a corner.
His head hurts, he decided as he shoved food into his mouth. Zoro then just happened to notice the three katanas attached to his side. Unsure of what to think, he just left them there. Not like there were giving him that much harm. Also, it seemed like no one really cared about him carrying those. Granted, Zoro couldn't even remember if he had gotten them. Oh well… He thought as he goes back eating.
One day someone will take them back. Just one day.
"That stupid marimo," Sanji cursed as he lights up a cigarette. It's been 2 years since Zoro left that faithful day to go get milk from the local grocery store. He hasn't returned and ever since that day Sanji has been on a constant look out for his partner. Sanji half expected this to happen sooner or later. Just miraculously Zoro somehow got lost on the way to the grocery store and somehow lost his way coming back home. But not for two years. No one gets lost for that long.
"Don't worry Sanji-kun," Nami said, looking through the police reports. The case had ran dry a few months back. As much as Sanji hated to admit it, the police might be right. Zoro could have just walked out and forgotten all about him. But no one really wants to think like that now do they? "I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"Nami-san, what happens if the police is right?" he asked, taking a long drag. "Maybe he just hated me and wanted to leave."
"I know Zoro is an idiot and a hot head, but no way in hell would he just leave you. Sanji, he loves you very much as much as he hates to admit it." She got up and placed a hand on the tall blonde's shoulder. Sanji smiled and hugged her, surprised that she actually hugged back. Normally, she just stood there, stiff and unmoving. No surprise there, hugs are meant for lovers, not friends. Luffy must have been doing a good job at getting Nami to open up.
"You're right," Sanji said, taking in another drag. "I better go out and find him. If not, then I don't know what might happen."
Nami smiled and shoves a cellphone in his direction. "Go get them tiger."
"That must be him!" Franky said, looking down at the missing poster.
"It does look like him, but why is he wandering in the wrong direction?" Brook asked, walking quietly behind the muscular, green-haired man.
"You heard Sanji, Zoro's direction skills are pretty sub-par," Franky answered, grabbing Zoro by the waist. Brook in the swift motion grabbed his swords. To Franky's surprise, the swordsman screamed in pain and tried his best to break free from the strong iron grip. Weird, Franky thought, Zoro knows who we are.
"Zoro-san!" Brook said, trying to calm him down. "Please, stop trashing!"
"Who are you people!?" Zoro shouted back. "Oi! Let me go! Let me go!"
Shocked, both men turned to stare at each other. Franky's jaw dropped as he couldn't wrap his head around the strange behaviour of the man. Brook mouthed something and Franky couldn't help but agree. Together they dragged the screaming man away to the place they both knew he'll be safe.
Hello everyone, this is Lithium012 and here is my new story. This story takes place in our world, so like an alternate universe. Regardless, this story is about amnesia - a neurological disorder that affects the brain. But it won't be the typical one, keep reading to find out. Adieu!