Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

Summary: In the Castle of One Piece, Swordsman Roronoa Zoro has his eyes on a certain female. Despite the competition, he vows to get her, even if killing is the answer. Horror fic. Kind of Zoro/Nami… A bit AU.

Genre: Horror/Mystery/Romance

AN: This is not my first One Piece story, but it is my first time using the Japanese characters. (American parts can be included) Feel free to correct me if I make a mistake, but don't go searching through the story for an error.

AN: Also my first Horror fic… well I think it is; I have too many stories.

Warning: This is rated T, but killing is involved. I didn't want to make it M unless needed.


Love Me, Or Die

Chapter 1: Jealousy

Many have heard the legend about the Castle of One Piece, where the toughest crew on the sea resides. The castle is placed on an island in the middle of the Deep Blue. Monkey D. Luffy, the crew's captain and King of the Castle of One Piece, was normally found in the dining room, munching on meat made by Sanji, the Head Chef. Many cooks and chefs worked in the Castle of One Piece, but Sanji was indeed the best.

"Here you go my sweet!" Sanji stated as he brought one of the females of the crew a plate of sliced mikan covered in sauce. Nami was the crew's exceptional navigator. She was working on her maps at the time on a table of the balcony.

"Thanks Sanji… but I really didn't ask for any tangerines. I'm not too hungry at the moment. You don't mind, right?" Nami said, going back to her work after giving Sanji a smile. Sanji nodded.

"Of course not; it's no problem my dear Nami-chan!" Sanji said as he picked up the plate and left.

Roronoa Zoro, the ship's swordsman, was leaning on one leg with his back to the wall as he viewed this scene with a scowl. He hated Sanji for being such a…

Zoro did not even know the word for it.

Not that Sanji wasn't a great cook, he was; it was just the fact that Sanji was able to receive Nami's attention more than he could.

Not saying Zoro was jealous or anything. No, of course not.

Zoro picked himself up and walked towards the unsuspecting girl, who had her back to the swordsman. He peeked behind her neck to view her maps as she worked diligently on them, her pen scribbling on three different maps simultaneously.

"Hey Nami, haven't you already finished those maps?" Zoro asked as he recognized them from before, and moved to sit in the chair next to her with his legs crossed and feet on the table. Nami looked up, only noticing the presence of the green-haired swordsman now.

"I did, but Luffy accidentally used some of them to give to Sanji to wrap his meat in. Sanji, of course, didn't care, and used them." She stated, emphasizing Luffy's name. Zoro nodded, showing his understanding of the situation. Nami, for one, was glad she didn't have to explain it. "It's a good thing I remember them." Nami said, and went back to working on her maps from memory.

Zoro closed his eyes to fake sleep, but was actually staring at the redhead in front of him. Her head was down, her eyes downward, focusing on the one thing she truly loved doing, creating maps. He moved his eyes away from her and moved towards another window beneath the balcony, the kitchen, where a certain chef was preparing food, most likely meat, slicing it and cleaning the blood out. Zoro suppressed a growl from shattering from his voice. He had to say, Sanji…

Was the most fuckin' piece of shit he ever had to encounter.

Sanji was indeed his main problem around this castle, even more so than Luffy's rambling and Ussop's annoying fake tales. Sanji needed to… disappear. Zoro smirked at the thought of Sanji leaving, never coming back. But of course, Sanji wouldn't do that to his dear Nami-chan.

He had to die. That way, Nami would have a better chance at being with himself rather than Sanji.

He would strike tonight.


In the kitchen of the Castle of One Piece, Sanji was the only one present, for the reason that it was midnight and all other cooks were most likely asleep. Sanji stayed back, wanting to wash the dishes; his kitchen staying clean was an important necessity in life, next to Nami-chan.

As Sanji put away the dry dishes back in their rightful places, he didn't notice a shadow of a figure moving silently, three katanas shining in the moonlight…

Zoro

Zoro was by far, serious when he meant Sanji needed to leave, permanently. Nami was only kept for Zoro, and no one, not even Sanji, could stand in his way.

Sanji and Zoro, although they fought every so often, were close enough to be called friends. But that was in the past, for now, unknown to anyone else beside himself, Sanji and Zoro were fighting once more. But it was an unannounced battle, the prize being Nami.

Zoro didn't enjoy thinking of Nami as a possession, a thing, but it wouldn't stop him. It didn't matter if Nami had feelings for the shitty cook; he would die tonight.

"Hey, love cook." Sanji turned around, recognizing the voice, to find Zoro swiping his sword at him. Sanji jumped and kicked Zoro straight in the stomach, but he blocked it with his sword. Sanji moved back and did a roundhouse kick, allowing Zoro to fall back into the wall.

"What's wrong with you marimo?" Sanji said angrily as Zoro got up and ran towards Sanji, his sword in front of him, and Sanji moved into a fighting stance to block it, but Zoro moved left and caught an unsuspecting Sanji offguard as Zoro pushed a sword into Sanji's back. Sanji grunted rather loudly, and Zoro knew he had to do this quick. Especially if Nami was on the balcony again, stargazing. Zoro, with swords in both hands, threw one sword in the air as Sanji moved to kick Zoro, even with the sword lodged in his back, but Zoro caught his leg with his free hand. He twisted the leg and caught the sword, using the other sword to cut off Sanji's neck.

His head rolled on the ground, separated from his body. A silent gasp was not heard as a figure moved from the balcony and back to his bedroom. Nami had to know…


"Sanji?" Nami called out. It was morning and she was indeed very hungry. She searched the white kitchen, other cooks moving around here and there, but Nami's search was unsuccessful, as Sanji was nowhere in the kitchen.

'Hm, maybe Robin-chan knows.' Nami thought. If Sanji was not in the kitchen, he was most likely near a female other than herself. As she walked through the walls of the Castle of One Piece, her shoes making no sound against the carpet set on the floors, she was too busy thinking to notice someone walking in her direction, who was not paying attention to his surroundings as well.

Nami walked straight into the chest of Zoro, whose mind was elsewhere, thinking back to his kill last night, and how much enjoyment he received from it. Of course, he did not enjoy cleaning up the mess and bloodstains, but he did enjoy throwing Sanji's head into the ocean, where it was swim with the fishes, tinting the ocean red. He should kill more often.

"Sorry Zoro... have you seen Sanji?" Zoro looked up to find Nami with a worried face.

"No, I have no idea where that cook went." Zoro stated to Nami, who thanked him anyway for his response and walked away, searching for the cook.

But Nami would not find him. Complete that is. His head is gone, but his body remained, as a reminder to Zoro's victory to becoming closer to Nami. Eventually, Nami would find it, but not now. Zoro knew that. It would take a while before Nami searched his room.

Only to find Sanji's body, but no head.


All right. It won't be scary now, obviously. It's just the beginning. If you found that scary (I'm sure you didn't), don't expect to. I'm planning this. I have an idea.

Please review, I am indeed writing this for my comfort (I thought of it during chores) but I would like to know others like it.

AN: Who do you think saw Zoro kill Sanji? It's a male. Whoever guesses gets that next chapter dedicated to them.

Mikan are Mandarin Oranges, in English, plain Tangerines. Internet Helps A Lot.

AN: Sorry Sanji fans. I had to kill Sanji first, didn't want to, but did. Sorry.

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"Threaten me if you must, I shall not die due to words of torment, only to pain and suffering by the cause of my heart."