Just a few things. This is my first ever story on Fanfiction and my first fanfiction. I wrote this for my friend Cloud Ima, the female OC in this story, as a birthday gift. She's a Zoro fan so I had to make it fanfiction. Also, yes I realize his brother's name doesn't match with Zoro's at all. There is a reason for that. I wrote a different story that included Damian. Cloud really liked him an
I've always thought he'd make a good brother to Zoro, so here it is. Though his personality is much happier than in the original. Enjoy, there will be more chapters to come!

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"OI! Sanji, more food!"

"Save some for everybody else shithead!"

"Cook-san? May I have a cup of coffee?"

"ANYTHING FOR YOU ROBIN-CHWAN!!"

"Oi, Ero-Cook. Keep your hormones to yourself."

"WHAT did you just say Marimo?!"

"I said, keep your hormones off me! Quit bumping my chair!"

Cloud let out a sigh. She knew how this would end. How every fight after this would end. Fight. Fight to injure. Nami. The sad part was, Zoro paid more attention to the man he hated, Sanji of course, than he did her. In her eyes, this was a sad one-sided love.

She stood up from her chair. It scraped against the fresh wood of the Thousand Sunny's dining room floor, but no one turned to look. Then again, who could hear that over Zoro and Sanji's fight? So she turned and stepped toward the door. About halfway, she heard Nami's voice, then the usual sudden stop of the fight. A series of groans and swear words directed at their new bruises followed shortly after. 'Almost free…' Cloud gripped the door handle and twisted it slowly. Now that it was fairly quiet she knew it would be hard to sneak out without-

"Cloud-Chwan?"

Caught in the act, Cloud sucked in a breath and turned her head, pulling her mouth into the best smile she could muster. "Yes?"

"Is something wrong? You've hardly touched your food…" Sanji's face was twisted into a look of genuine concern.

Only Sanji would notice something like that, then again, being a cook it was his job.

Cloud threw a glance at the plate. Marinated steak with a side of roasted veggies. Delicious, but only if you're hungry. She had taken a bite though, hence the piece missing in her steak and a few stray pieces she'd cut off. Besides that, it was undisturbed.

"I'm sorry Sanji-kun, but I'm just not that hungry today."

At this Chopper threw her a nervous glance. That little reindeer could overreact for any reason.

"I had a big snack earlier today." Cloud explained, hoping the little creature understood the reassurance. She didn't wait for a reply however, as she swiftly opened the door and stepped out.

She was immediately met with a rush of the familiar night air. Her eyes closed involuntarily, her back pressed to the door.

The air was cool, typical of an ocean night on the Grand Line. This was just a bit cooler than usual though. Cloud briefly considered the idea that they might be nearing a winter island.

She sighed softly, stepping away from the door. Her excuses must've been convincing enough or either Sanji or Chopper would have come out by now. Though she knew they were still suspicious. After dinner they would come looking for her, but by then she would have herself composed.

Cloud stepped down to the main deck of the Sunny, headed for the bow. By then her thoughts has started to drift.

She went left of the figurehead, it being slightly too large for her to see over. Her eyes drifted lazily over the blackened waters, not really seeing them. Her ears were open however, drawing on strict lessons prior to joining the crew. Everything seemed normal. The gentle gush of sea air past her ears, the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the hull, and the sound of the sails' fabric rustling. No sound out of the ordinary, or at least ordinary for the Grand Line. After all, the sound of a Sea King deep beneath the ocean's surface wasn't exactly unusual.

Cloud laid her face against her palm, propping her elbow against the railing and sighing. Her day hadn't been bad, despite what her mood may suggest, unless you count one tiny little thing. The first guy she'd ever really been interested in, for the first time in her 18 years of life, continued not to care. He didn't even have a clue of her true feelings and he seemed to commune with her the least of anyone. Yes, Zoro was antisocial sometimes, but why this much towards her? She was as new to the crew as Franky was and they got along great.

"It's unusual to see a pirate moving around the deck after dinner."

Cloud spun around and, instinct kicking in, she drew her sword. She didn't recognize the voice, an obvious sign that this was an intruder. With that comes the indirect permission to attack.

Her sword clashed with another, the metallic clang destroying the previous silence. It would alert the crew fairly quickly, but until then she had to hold her own against this stranger.

Cloud didn't give his appearance a second thought, or at least what she could see of it. Though obvious parts of it briefly flickered through her mind. He was tall, probably more than a foot taller than her. She caught sight of shoulder length black hair tied into a loose ponytail.

"I didn't know there were two swordsmen on this crew." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Cloud pulled her arm back and swung again, aiming it towards his hip. The man deflected it easily, moving it in front of hers. She pushed against him instead of withdrawing, trying for a power struggle.

She saw him grin. That bastard was toying with her! He new he could easily win, as did she. He held his sword with only one arm, his muscles not straining even slightly as he pushed against her sword.

"Damian?!"

At that moment, the kitchen door opened, flooding the deck in light. Both Cloud and the man drew apart from each other, squinting. Cloud clenched her katana with both hands as the crew poured out onto the deck, Zoro in the lead.

Her opponent however, sheathed his sword and stepped toward the crew, grinning.

"Damian, what the hell are you doing here?" Zoro asked, stopping in front of him, a smirk playing across his lips.

"Na? Zoro, you know this guy?" Luffy asked, stepping up next to him, his head tilted sideways with his arms folded across her chest.

"He's my brother."

"WHAT?!" was the general response from most every member of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"I see the resemblance." Robin said, smiling her normal mysterious smile at towards Damian.

She was right. Now that she looked at him, Cloud could see the similarity. Both had the same piercing green eyes, the same darker skin tone, and even the same body shape.

Damian turned his head, meeting Cloud's gaze. "I apologize for sneaking up on you." He bowed his head slightly, "but I wasn't expecting to find someone on deck at this time of night." He gave her a smile, sincere this time. Cloud felt her heart melt a little, staring at him. The smile was identical to Zoro's, the one thing she'd wanted to be done towards her for so long. Now his brother had been the one to give it to her.

"Hey! Maybe he can join the crew!" Luffy exclaimed, grinning broadly.

Usopp slapped a hand over the boy's mouth, gripping his shoulder and dragging him backwards. "Oi, Luffy! Think about this for a minute! We don't know anything about this guy!"

"He's Zoro's brother!"

"Besides that!"

Luffy pouted, giving him a small whine. "Sooo?"

"Unfortunately…" Damian stepped toward them, having overheard Usopp's loud, frightened whispers. "I'll have to decline that offer. I have no desire to become a pirate."

Zoro had been watching silently, leaning against the railing, a smirk still playing across his face. Only now did he step in again. "I'd heard a rumor that you'd become a pretty famous bounty hunter."

"I heard the same of you until you managed your own bounty."

"Why are you here?"

"Straight to the point." Damian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Truthfully, I just came for a visit." At this he smiled again.

"That's all?" Sanji had his eyebrow raised slightly, exhaling a cloud of smoke from a freshly lit cigarette.

"What can I say? I have nothing better to do."

"So you're staying?!" Luffy asked, giving off another toothy grin.

"Only for a few days. If you'll let me that is." Damian said, grinning back. Luffy nodded. Quickly. In a way only a man with a rubber spine could.

Cloud glanced at Zoro. He'd approached Damian now, putting a hand on his shoulder. Everyone was talking and laughing, crowding around this stranger. No acknowledgement as to why her sword had been drawn. Nothing. Except from the one she'd attacked. It was strange, but she found herself appreciating the attention that Damian had given her. Even that glance he threw her as the crew hustled him inside seemed to make her feel at least a little better.