Title: Painful memories of stroking hands
Rating: T for yaoi pairing, but nothing explicit
Pairing: ZoSan
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Summary: Two years. Two years with no one but a candy witch and a falcon-eyed Samurai. He survives on one promise and memories alone.
No beta! Not much is mentioned, but just be warned! Spoiler for after Sabaody Archipelago!
A ficlet for mikochang. Sorry if it might be OOC, I always tend to get a bit mushy.
Painful memories of stroking hands
Zoro enters one of these innumerable chambers. His original aim was the toilet, but it moved since this morning, so he is not able to find it anymore.
Only one word could describe this overwhelming emptiness in this castle: Loneliness. Every step echoes through the floors and hallways, returning as a broken whisper of blankness.
Back in the days, he was used to this lifestyle of being alone, of being the only one he could trust.
Until Luffy came into his life and everything changed - fundamentally. The pirate-king-to-be had to formed a family out of hunted, good-for-nothing street rats. Zoro's nakama.
His thoughts travel back to the nights he spent together with the cook, and immediately remembers his hands.
Every little inch of skin the blond has ever touched is now just a hollow reminder of passed time. The way his fingers moved across the scar on his torso, danced around his shoulders and ended up resting in his green hair.
Zoro is obsessed with Sanji's hands; like the blond is obsessed with nicotine. An addiction that doesn't even end when they are apart.
Memories linger for a while, make him smile and hurt; make him graving for it and pushing it away.
Whenever the two of them fought, they did it with their heart and soul. There were no half-assed kicks from Sanji and no deliberate mistakes on Zoro's side.
Like a pair of animals on the hunt, they hated, they jeered and bragged about their skills.
But not once - not one single time - Zoro attacked the cook's hands.
Suddenly, Zoro smiles, betraying the pain of the wounds he received while training.
"Two years!," he says out loud. "In two years, I will cut that stupid bastard's hands off and gut him afterwards!"