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The Swordsmans Lust
Chapter 1
Zolo opened his eyes and propped himself up on his shoulders, not having the proper energy to get upright. All of his energy he needed to make something go upright was focused on another part of his body…that he ignored. Since he'd been on his own he found himself waking with one more often. Throwing the leaves he'd been sleeping under aside he found some inner energy to hoist himself up. Latching his sheath with his swords onto his hips and looking up at the morning sky he let out a long sigh thinking of his love. He tied his black bandana on his upper arm and tried to remember the exact reason he left Luffy's crew.
If he would've stayed he would've had the chance to further pursue his love. But he assumed that was the reason he left…after all, it wouldn't be acceptable for a master swordsman to love a…
A flock of tropical birds flew from the trees interrupting his thoughts and making him jump slightly. The sun was rising slightly and Zolo's arousal went the opposite direction. He shoved his feet in his boots and adjusted his shirt.
"Water…" he muttered to himself trying to keep his mind off other things. He drank for a few moments before getting up and walking over to a nearby tree. As much as he kept telling himself that he need to move on he just couldn't not when he was so in love…
He climbed the tree and found a sturdy branch and leaned back onto the trunk. He let his depression set in as his mind took over. He ran his hands through his hair as he pictured each part of his loves body over and over just like an instant replay of the last time they talked. He kept picturing images until his mind wandered farther and his arousal began to grow again.
His constant arousal became very uncomfortable and Zolo began to run his own hands over his face to wipe off the sweat.
Anger, anger to himself, suddenly pulsed through his body as he drew one of his swords and lashed it at the branch that he sat on. He waited for his breathing to steady before pulling it out of the tree and rubbed it down with his bandana.
When he had finished he began to slide it back into its sheath when the sunlight caught it and made it glisten. He thought back to all the battles he had had when this very sword was covered in blood and how it made his adrenaline run wild. He also remembered how the sight of fresh blood on his swords made his mind forget everything else…
Pulling the sword out slowly, he sat it across his lap. With blurry vision he looked from the sword to his trembling wrists and then back at the blade again. With shaking hands he gripped the handle and closed his eyes.
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