A/N...This is a vent piece. So major angst. I might use it later on but who knows. I can't remember how old Zoro is when Kuina dies so his age might be off but oh well. Koshiro is also very OC but again, this is a vent, and we don't know who Zoro's parents are so I just went with him. Plus grief is a very strong emotion. Please review and let me know what you think.

"Sensei?"

The small boy looked over at his sensei, confused why he was in the little hut they called home. He was training by the river again, trying to get stronger then Kui- His mind froze... That's right, she's dead, she's just gone. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip and forcibly stopped the tears that threatened to spill. It was still to soon, still to raw to think about it. He mentally shook his head, maybe that's why sensei called him in their little hut, to... ugh... to talk. Or maybe Sensei remembered what day it was, maybe the man was going to take him to the village and buy him his favorite ice cream. After all, it was is 9th birthday.

But his sensei didn't say a word from where he was kneeled down a few feet in front of the young boy. His sensei was looking at the ground, with a small frown, something he never did. So the young boy waited, only until he got worried that something was wrong. "Sens-"

"Zoro."

The boy straightened his back, he was worried. Something was wrong. His sensei sighed, again, something he never did. The man looked down at the young boy, only 9 or so years old. Zoro flinched, it was disgust. That was the look his sensei was giving him. He was used to that look from the villagers and anyone passing through their village but to see his sensei gave him that look, it made him sick.

His sensei moved slightly and reached behind him and grabbed something, it was a bag, full of stuff and the white sword...Kuina's sword. His sensei placed the items in front of him. He was confused, he didn't get it. He looked back up to his sensei, his father figure. Once again, his sensei was looking at him with disgust. He flinched, again.

"Zoro, I want you to leave this place."

Slowly his eyes widen and tears threaten to spill once again. "But sensei! I've been training, growing stronger then before! So I can become the world's strongest swordsman!" His sensei didn't even move from where he sat, he didn't seemed fazed. "Zoro, forgive me but you can no longer stay in this house or this village." The man took a deep breath and looked truly ashamed, "You remind me too much of her. I can't stand to look at you because every time I do, I see her and it kills me a little inside."

By now he was crying, fat tears slid down his small face, "Sens-"

The man stood up, faster than the boy could track. "Zoro, don't ever call me that again. I am no longer your sensei and I ban you from this dojo." The man took a deep breath, "In the bag is a few days worth of food and supplies. It should last you until you reach another village. Now, get out."

He was grabbing his pants angrily and was shaking his head, the tears making everything fuzzy. "Please." He choked out, "Please sensei! I'll train even harder then before, I'll do more chores, I won't beat everyone up, but please, I want to stay here. I don't have anywhere else to go!" The boy barely finished his sentence when the man grabbed him by the collar, ripped off the dojo's symbol on the uniforms chest and threw him through the door to the outside.

The boy landed with a small thud as he landed past the small stairs on the hard ground, he sobbed out loud. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. He looked up when he heard something land next to him in the dirt, it was the small bag and the sword. He looked up at his sensei, the tears making everything blurry. "Zoro, it should have been you that night, instead of my precious daughter. Now just... just get out and don't come back." His sensei closed the sliding door and was gone from his sight.

He cried. It was childish but he just cried and wailed out for his sensei or someone that cared. But this village didn't care, only sensei and when she was alive, Kuina cared about him. But one was dead and the other, his father figure for over a few years just kicked him out and basically said he should have been the one to die that night, not Kuina, his daughter.

The pain in his chest, it burned like heated iron. He screamed. He screamed as the pain was too much and he realized that the pain was from his heart ripping in half. It was just like the pain he had in the beginning when Kuina died. But this pain, it was different because before he had his sensei to help with the pain but now... but now he had no one. No one was there to help him, to help ease the pain of being thrown away, the pain of not being loved by anyone and the worst pain of all. The pain of being alone.

After sometime, he didn't know if it was a few minutes or a few hours but he stood up and gathered the bag and the white sword. He wiped the tears and snot away with his arm. And put the sword on his back, then the bag. He didn't look back at the hut or the other kids watching from the dojo. He ignored the kids as some laughed at him and others threw rocks at him, as they were finally free of the 'freak'.

As he walked through the village, the adults spat at him and threw rocks. Some hitting him and others missing. But he didn't feel them connect, he didn't feel the blood go down his cheek from a cut. He was getting numb, inside and outside. As he finally found his way out of the village, he made himself a promise. On this day, his birthday, he promised himself to never care about anyone again. He promised that he would not get attached to anyone, because it only leads to pain.

And Zoro was tired of the pain of being betrayed.