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'Thoughts'
Memory
"Talking"
Narrative
"Multiple people saying some thing at the same time."
Screaming.
That was how it started.
The Strawhat crew had just been about to sit down for dinner, all fake smiles and tense shoulders. Appetites subdued, even Luffy picked at his food, it's succulent flavour not quite enough to erase the looming figure hovering over them, weighing on some heavier than others. Cutlery clinked and food was pushed around plates in a mostly silent room, somber atmosphere plugging the flow of conversation as the eight pirates sat at the table, eyes occasionally darting to the single empty spot. Said spot wasn't usually empty. Sometimes it was, be it for medical purposes or otherwise, but usually it wasn't. Usually, there sat a broad shouldered swordsman with green hair and three named Katana. But not now. Not today.
And maybe never again.
A hoarse shout echoed through the large ship, eight members hurriedly standing up, dishware breaking as they hurried across the boat to rejoin the missing crew member.
Door bursting open, they rushed in, cramming into the tiny room, Chopper in the lead- only to witness Zoro arch off the bed, skin pale and eyes wide and sightless, tortured scream ripping itself from his already worn throat. His body spasmed as though possessed, gasping and gurgling emitting from his lungs, spittle and blood trailing from his open maw. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking pastel hair and tanned skin, collecting in damp spots on the bed. Calloused hands grappled desperately with the air, as though he was wrestling with an invisible being.
Previously horror stricken and frozen to the spot, they all charged forward as Chopper barked his orders.
"Hold him down!"
Easier said than done. Zoro didn't lift all those weights for nothing after all.
Robin crossed her arms, wincing as Sakura petals drifted to the ground and Zoro destroyed the make shift arms. Franky leaned his all onto the man, trying to pin him down and refrain from injuring him at the same time.
"Get his mouth open!" Long rubbery fingers pried open Zoro's jaws, tanned ones tilting his head and delicate digits pinching his nose. Sedative poured down his throat, excess liquid spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Minutes ticked by, the swordsman's struggles weakening bit by bit until he collapsed into the mattress, chest heaving but finally calm.
"What..." A choked sob. Nami collapsed to her knees, manicured nails scraping the floor's hardwood. "What the hell was that?!" Wasn't it enough that he'd almost died? Why did this have to happen as well? Why did he have to...
"... What the hell was that..?"
... too.
Well, what do you think? Any theories about what's going to happen?
EDIT OF THE CENTURY:
Sorry it took like 5 years to get back to you. I'm glad you enjoyed! I would also like to continue this story, but the plot I want needs something specific to happen, so I need to wait a while so the anime/manga can progress more.
Tell me though, what pairing (if any) would you like to see? No promises, but I'd like your opinion.