Hi, I'm JD... I'm taking a shot at writing for the time being so I figured I'd start out with something a little less gory than I'd normally write... I'ts a One Piece based fic that will center around Zoro and Sanji because i'm obsessed with those characters. I guess I should say I don't own OP nor would I wish to since I'd probably ruin the entire comic anyway... So without further ado, a darker type fic that will get lighter and hopefully much more sexually explicit as time goes on. Oh and it's yaoi because that's what I write...

Fingers danced lightly across the cold marble of the headstone in fron of him, dipping into the grooves of the carved name as he read the words in a whisper, lips hardly moving with his teeth and tongue,"Roronoa Zoro". A sigh fell from his chest and he looked down to the freshly dug plot that he stood above. "How did this happen?" He mumbled, noticing that his feet, which should be sinking into the damp earth were barely touching it. The way he was crouched with his knees to his chest and his hands now trailing lightly at the ground should have been uncomfortable for a man of his musculature but there was no feeling to it. No feeling of his feet on the ground, no feeling of his hands trailing the dirt and no feeling of the cold drops of mist on his skin as the fog in the graveyard thickened to a point where the light of the full moon was barely visible.

He lifted a hand to his short green hair and clenched his teeth as he furrowed his brow trying to bring up some sort of memory as to what had happened. The last thing he knew before he showed up on this plot of dirt was he was on the ship fighting with that damned cook over what was most certainly nothing. He two of his swords drawn and the cook had his hands in his pockets both taking a fighting stance. It wasn't too long before they were moving so fast he found himself getting dizzy trying to keep up, and then... A pain shot through the side of his head and made his vision go black. He remembered falling to his side unable to move his arms properly out of the way and then a sharp pain go through the side of his chest and then...

As the realization of what just happened passed through his head he bolted up to his feet and looked around the graveyard once more. The fog was now so thick that he couldn't even see the headstone with his name on it. He put both hands into his hair now and pulled it at the sides a look crossing his face of pain, anger and betrayal. He fell on his own damned sword, that's what happened. A noise escaped his throat that could only be considered a whine as he tried to hold back the emotions that were building up into his chest. He let that damned cook get one good kick in and he fell on his own damned sword. "FUCK!" he screamed as tears started to leak down his face. He reached a hand to his eye noticing that he couldn't feel them. Shaking now, he allowed himself to fall to the ground on his ass as he put both hands over his face and sobbed loudly. Gone were his dreams, gone were his hopes, gone was his life. And the worst part was, he didn't even die trying to fulfill his dream of becoming the greatest swordsman in the world. The thought of Kuina hit him and he shook his head, thinking how unfair it was that now both of them were dead and neither of their deaths actually meant a damn thing. Oh and what about the crew? What about that stupid cook, was he blaming himself?

As his mind reeled through all his regrets he suddenly picked up on a fact that he'd been neglecting,"wait," he choked looking up, "Why am I still here?" "That's a good question, Roronoa. Why are you still here?" The voice of a woman sounded behind him. He turned quickly to see who it was and was met with dark green eyes piercing through the fog, the rest of the short body hidden by the mist.

Zoro's dark eyes made contact with the deep green eyes that were staring at him through the fog. He let his hands drop to his sides as he turned around to face the woman who was shadowed by the fog, sitting up onto his knees as he stared up into her eyes. He couldn't seem to speak as he felt all of the emotion and tension drain from his body, only to be replaced with wonder

. Was this death come to take his soul?

A chuckle fell from the woman's lips as she stepped closer, allowing her features to become more defined through the fog. She was wearing all black; a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and boots. Her hair was also black and short, just framing her face. But her skin was chalk white which made him think she looked a lot like their resident skeleton, Brook. As she continued forward he noticed a black staff in her hand with quite a large black and green blade attached to the top. A scythe? He groaned and looked down, feeling the wonder escape him to be replaced with realization again. The tears came back to his eyes.

The woman stopped about one foot in front of him and crouched down, letting the scythe rest on her shoulder behind her head as she tilted her head in response to his outburst. "You know," she started as she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up and catch her eyes again, "You weren't meant to die yet. Actually (she chuckled again) you were supposed to have one that fight." Zoro's dark eyes widened as she spoke. A new emotion was starting to fill his chest and knot into the back of his throat. Anger. "You see, It seems that you made a mistake that week which unwove the fabric of your fate. Normally when this happens we just let it be, but you are destined for greatness according to our sources so we, the keepers of the dead, have decided to give you a second chance."

Zoro took a deep and shaky breath. His throat was tight and he couldn't seem to make any noises so he just nodded to tell her that he was listening. She retracted her hand from his shoulder and stood up, motioning for him to do the same, which he did. She then continued, " Here is the deal, you'll get three chances to fix whatever has your fate unwraveled. If you can't, you'll stay dead. But if you CAN, than this will be nothing more than a dream. I'll put you back to three days before that day, You need to figure out what you have to change and change it. And since you have three chances that's nine whole days for you to figure things out." She smiled and raised the large scythe above her head in her left hand. Zoro looked up at it and then back to her face. "Do try to figure it out soon." She said the scythe began to glow with a bright green light. Zoro tried to speak again but found that everything around him was quickly fading to black.