Hello everyone! This is the first fanfiction I've been serious about finishing so I hope you enjoy it!
As he snoozed in his bunk images flashed through his mind. White walls, being injected with some sort of... Medication, being rolled down a blindingly white corridor that unnerved him to the marrow in his bones.
"Do not be frightened, Mr. Roronoa. We are going to help you..." Then the sting of a needle.
It it went black as he sat up straight in a cold sweat. He hadn't had one of those dreams in... Well never. He shook his head, wiping the sweat from his brow. He got up and glanced around at the others. The idiot captain was snoring obnoxiously, the long nose sniper was snoring too, just not as loud, the shit cook was sleeping soundly, the furry doctor was on watch, and the loud ship write was muttering 'Supar' in his sleep... His name was Roronoa Zoro, future Greatest Swordsman, usually known as 'Pirate Hunter' Roronoa Zoro. But Nevermind about that. He stretched before deciding to relieve the doctor named Chopper of his night watch, being uneasy enough to not be able to go back to sleep. He climbed up to the deck, as usual when one looked around there were the lights up in the crows nest then stars dotting the sky. He continued his climb up to the crows nest and gave a silent not to the furry doctor when he was noticed. The small reindeer seemed to question it for a second before nodding back. The swordsman climbed into the cries nest fully and Chopper climbed down, muttering something about not over exerting himself to Zoro. He walked over to the bench and propped his head up on the small ledge there, staring out over the sea for anything... He began to doze off.
Blinding lights, restraints, people rushing around, muttering things to each other as they went.
"Can you hear us?"
He jerked awake this time, greeted by the bright sunlight of morning.
"Oi, Shithead. Breakfast. Get your ass in gear or Luffy's gonna eat it all." There was a very well know yet unwanted voice when someone first wakes up, especially the swordsman.
"Yeah yeah..." He grumbled, getting up and walking over as the cook named Vinsmock(Vinsmoke) Sanji climbed down to keep the rubber captain in check during mealtimes. He climbed down after him and walked into the galley to claim some food as his own before you know who got to all of it... When Zoro walked in he saw what was expected, Usopp, their sniper, spinning unbelievable stories to Chopper, who believed them, Luffy, their captain, stuffing his face full of foods, their archeologist, Robin sitting by calmly and watching all of their antics with a cat-like smile, Franky, their ship write, yelling Sbupar and singing off key, Brook stuffing his... Skull with food like Luffy was. Then there was Nami either scolding most of them or getting Sanji to get her things. Yup, just what he expected. He took his usual seat and snatched up some food before it could get yanked away by Luffy's rubber grasp. He glanced up at them all before taking a few gulps of his alcohol. There was a somewhat cold gaze on him, he could feel it. When the swordsman put his mug down his eyes met with their very observant archeologist. Shit. She could always, if not most of the time, tell if something was bothering someone; like Luffy could. This went on until breakfast was done and people left the galley to go through their day. Zoro exited quiet hurriedly, rushing up back to the crows nest for his training. Stopping for occasional naps, arguments with the cook, and lunch it was nearly time for dinner. He wanted to avoid private confrontation with Robin, but there was a feeling that she would find one way or another to get him to talk. At dinner everything was how it usually was. They were all either chattering or stuffing their face. It went on like this for a while until Zoro was finished eating, he stood up and excused himself. It wasn't surprising that their archeologists also excused herself, calmly stating that she was a bit tired.
Zoro began a brisk walk to the sleeping quarters on the ship before he was stopped.
"Ah, Swordsman-San. May we talk in private?"
Shit.