After a hard day of training, Roronoa Zoro decided to take his first bath in a week. Nami complained about his musk throughout said week, Zoro mentioning that said apathy helps with his training. He began to sniff the steam of his bath, smiling. He took off his towel and dived right into the water. However, it seemed that the steam was a little too thick. So thick in fact, that Zoro got lost in it.

"Hey, is anyone there? I can't see!" He shouted. No one answered. "Oh well, I'll just sit here and enjoy it. It'll clear up eventually." Zoro let the boiling hot water wash away his fatigue from his worn body, developed through countless battles, years of training and mortal wounds. A little while in, a noise was heard.

"Hm? Who's there?" Zoro asked. The steam started to lift up. "Wait a minute, this isn't Sunny." He looked around, as the bathroom was lighter in color, though the steam was still thick. He saw a figure nearby.

"Hm? Chopper? Is that you?" He edged closer. "I'm fine, it's just that the steam was thick and I couldn't see. Can you even make it okay? Oi, Chopper." He went to touch the figure's head when a high shriek was heard.

"Something grabbed me!" A high voice said. "It's just me, Zoro."

"Who?" The steam cleared up. What looked to be Chopper was actually a young girl with peculiar, pink hair. She saw the naked swordsman and proceeded to yell aloud.

"Keep your voice down!"

"Usagi! Plu! Help!"

"Stop yelling!"

"There's a big marimo monster trying to eat me!"

"I'm not gonna eat you, brat!"

"Liar!"

"I'm not! I'm trying to take a bath!"

"I am, too!"

The two calmed down and looked away. "Who is that girl anyway?" Zoro thought. "And where the hell am I?"

"Why is that guy here?" the pink-haired girl thought. "And why is his body so scarred and beaten?" She glanced at his back, which was clean and scar-free. She looked at his body in awe.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Zoro suddenly said. "Nothing! Nothing at all!" She turned away and looked for something. "Where is it? She said to herself. Zoro ignored her and went to scrubbing himself down.

"Found it!" It was a rubber duck. She was playing with it in the bath, laughing. "Are you kidding me?" Zoro looked at her, annoyed. She continued playing when she saw Zoro's scar-free back. "How is it that he's so scratched and scarred on the front but not the back?" The girl asked. Zoro stood up. "Alright, now to find my way outta here."

"Hey!" The pink-haired girl yelled. "You didn't even scrub your back!"

"You didn't even try to clean yourself, duck girl."

She pouted. "I was gonna."

"Well, it's not like I got anyone to clean my back…" He paused. "And it's not like I'm gonna ask you to-" Suddenly the pink-haired girl began to scrub his back. "You better be grateful for this," She said.

"Pervert."

"Oi! I'm no pervert! That damn lovecook is the only one who's perverted!"

"Lovecook?"

"Forget I mentioned him. He's an idiot."

"Tell me more about him."

"Well…where do I start?" Zoro began talking with the girl about his crewmate and his swoonish tendencies. She appeared creeped out.

"I have an idiot friend also," She said. "She's clumsy, a crybaby, incompetent, and pretty much everything that a girl shouldn't be." She looked at Zoro's hair. "Um, Mr. Marimo?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I…touch-I mean, clean your hair next?"

"Sure thing." The girl cheered and touched it first. "Wow, it's just like moss!" She said. She then wet it, lathed the soap and cleaned it. "This is amazing!" She thought. "The texture, the smell, the color! Where's he from, anyway?"

"…and done!" Zoro turned to her. "Now, you need to be cleaned." She jumped up. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that." She looked down and covered herself in shame.

"I'll clean myself," She said sternly. "You can do my back. And I better not feel anything funny, pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert!"

"How do I know that? An adult man in a bath with a younger girl all alone, I'm amazed I lasted this long without you trying a move on me."

"I don't care about that shit!" Zoro yelled. "Not at all!" He bent down and cleaned the pink-haired girl's back, rather roughly.

"Hey, that hurts!" She complained.

"Shut up. It beats being raped, right?"

"What kind of man says that to a lady!?"

"What are you on about?"

"You're terrible! That pervert cook guy sounds more gentleman-like than you, marimo!"

"You little-" Zoro took his bucket and dumped water on her head and began to scrub it hard. "Stop, that hurts!"

"Serves you right for calling that dumbass cook a gentleman!"

"Stop!" She began crying. "It really hurts!" Zoro gave a look. "I forgot, she's a girl," He thought. "Alright, stop crying." She kept crying. "That's enough out of you!" He shouted.

She stopped, and proceeded to cry louder. "Dammit, what do I have to do to get you to shut up?!"

She sniffled. "Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry," He said hastily.

"No, say it like you mean it," She pouted.

"I'm sorry for rubbing you so hard."

"And?"

"What else do I have to say?"

"You're a dummy."

"I'm not saying that!"

"You are a dummy!" She shouted. "There, that felt better."

"Oh, whatever. I'm done here. Now if I can find my way back home."

The pink-haired girl looked at Zoro, scared. "Um…"

"What now?"

"I don't know my way home, either."

Zoro sighed. "Alright, I'll take you home. But don't be a brat!"

"You don't be a dummy!"

The two glared at one another.

Later, both had their towels on. Zoro had the little girl on his back. "I don't see any doors around," He said. "Which means I'll need to make one."

"What's he about to-" Zoro ran and jump-kicked to a wall. Or so it seemed. It was the fog. He was warped to the other side of the bath. The little girl fell inside of it. "Oh, damn! Sorry about that!"

"You idiot, my towel is all wet now!" Said towel flew off her, which landed on Zoro's head. He saw her kneeled over. "Whoa!" He looked away and then saw the towel on his head, lifting it over his eyes.

"Hey, there it is!" She went to him, kicked him in his shin and then grabbed it, wrapping herself quickly. "Dummy!" She then looked at his ankles, which were stitched up from his incident at Little Garden.

"What…what are you?" She asked.

"A demon." Zoro sneered.

"You ARE gonna eat me!" The little girl ran away, scared. "I was joking!" He sighed. "Is this ever gonna end?"

Yes. Right now.

Suddenly, the steam picked up a little more. "Huh? Hey, it's getting hard to see." "Mr. Marimo?" The little girl called out. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here!"

"I can't see you!"

"I think…I think we're going back home. It looked like this before I met you."

"Good. Um, what's your name?"

"It's Zoro. Roronoa Zoro." The little girl didn't reply. "Hey, are you still there?" The steam began to lift up. "There you are. I said my name is Roronoa Zoro. What's your-" As he grabbed the figure, he noticed it was Chopper.

"Chopper! It's you!"

"Zoro, are you okay?" He asked. "I heard you calling out from downstairs. What happened?" Zoro looked around, seeing no sign of his pink-haired bathmate.

"Nothing…nothing at all."