Hello everyone, My name is Dragoscilvio, Drago for short.

Some of you may know me from my One Piece Drabble "Tears of a Swordsman", but I decided to write an honest to goodness story that won't get sucked into my drabble.

It is a tad different, but I remember someone making a story like this, and it just stuck with me. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer, I do not own anything that has to do with One Piece or its Characters.

He had been having headaches since they arrived.

Zoro sighed, rubbing his temples with strong hands, desperately trying to make this latest migraine get up and leave, but to no avail. He couldn't quite place it yet, but something about this new island seemed…familiar. Ever since they docked, and the swordsman had been walking around town he kept getting strange flashes, buildings that his subconscious told him weren't supposed to be there, only to supply images of what apparently should have been in its place. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Zoro was about to go crazy from the stares people were giving him.

Every once in a while, he would get that prickly feeling that someone was watching him, only to turn and see people whirling away acting as if they had not been caught doing that exact thing. The green haired man sighed as he shot another glare at overly inquisitive villagers only to direct a pout back to the street he was walking down.

"Man," Sanji hissed quietly gnawing on his cigarette "is it just me, or are the people here giving us weird looks?"

Zoro snorted, unwilling to admit his agreement with the cook "What curly brow, still not used to the fact that we're pirates wanted by the government? Of course people are gonna look."

Sanji gave his rival a withering glare before rolling his eyes "Come on moss head, you know what I mean, because I know you've noticed too."

The swordsman let out a soft growl before huffing his reply "Fine, so we're getting weirder looks than usual, but it doesn't matter because we're going to be off this island within the next few days anyway."

The cook nodded, shrugging the nagging feeling in the back of his head away, begrudgingly convincing himself that he was probably just being paranoid "You're right."

Suddenly a tanned and calloused hand slapped itself on the blonds' forehead making Sanji jump with a somewhat undignified yelp "Jeez, moss for brains," the cook snarled swatting the hand away and pinning Zoro with a death glare "what was that for?"

"I was just checking to make sure you didn't have a fever," Zoro blinked innocently "you agreed with me, and even said that I was right…out loud…that's even creepier than the stares."

Sanji smirked as he gave an amused snort "Whatever you say moss ball," he chuckled as he continued walking shaking his head from side to side.

Zoro grinned and folded his hands behind his head "So what was it that the sea witch wanted us to do?"

Sanji sent a warning look at the swordsman for his nickname that he had given the navigator, only to receive a petulant grin "Nami-swan wants us to shop for supplies," the cook sighed letting the bait drop "and then we're going to meet back at the ship."

"Right," the swordsman nodded "where to first?"

"I vote the meat market," Sanji sighed heavily thinking of their captain's outrageous appetite "because heaven knows that Luffy will be ticked if we don't get tons of meat, and whatever money we have leftover we can use for other groceries, we can finish stocking up tomorrow if we don't get everything."

"Okeydokey," Zoro yawned.

The duo turned a corner, and were soon well on their way to the meat market when something strange happened.

Zoro looked up, the bright sun stinging his eyes, and he saw the spires and rooftops of the city arcing into the sky. But suddenly the light changed and the horizon went dark, and Zoro saw not the afternoon sun, but the rooftops were covered in fire as the building burned sending sparks into the thick smoke while the sounds of screams ripped through the night air. Images flashed in front of his vision, of crumbling buildings, scared and running people, and a woman crying as he was carried away.

The swordsman felt his breath speed up as the images poured into his brain at an incomprehensible speed, making the man grunt in pain even as he struggled to process the pictures, and his migraine increased causing explosions of tiny stars to burst behind his eyelids. Dizziness slapped his senses askew, and Zoro vaguely noted that he had fallen against the wall of a building, sliding down to curl up on the cobblestone street his hands gripping his hair as his shoulders heaved with the labored breaths he was struggling to pull into his suffering lungs.

Finally the strange images melted away in a sea of fog, and the man could hear the voice of the cook yelling his name. Zoro looked up, the face of the blond fuzzy and vague, and the man's voice sounded like it was yelling deep under water "S-Sanji?"

"Come on, moss head," Sanji's shouting finally came back into full clarity as the cook grabbed Zoro's muscle bound arms and gave them a firm shake "you need to breathe,"

A painful throb behind his eyeballs caused Zoro to give another harsh wince, his face scrunched against the harsh light of the sun as he looked around in confusion as he realized that the buildings were not burning nor were there any more sounds of fearful shrieks, finally he was able to lift his hand and wave showing Sanji that he had heard "I'm fine,"

"Pfft," the cook scoffed "oh yeah, you're just the picture of health."

Zoro growled at the man and attempted to stand up, only to sway dangerously once on his feet. Sanji dove forward, catching him before he face planted, and gave his rival a worried glance "You ok?"

The swordsman smirked, before straightening up and walking a few steps away, one hand trailing along the wall "You must be getting soft if you're worrying about me, princess,"

"Hey, I'm not the one who freaked out, and fell flat on his butt in the middle of the street," Sanji growled impatiently "what was that anyway?"

Zoro sighed, one hand rubbing his aching temples before answering "It's nothing, just a migraine."

"Must have been a bad migraine," Sanji glared at him, not entirely convinced that it was as innocent as the man claimed it to be, but any further interrogation was cut short by a sudden shout.

"Hey!" a soldier dressed in the uniform of the island's royal guard yelled "Hey you, who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Uh?" Zoro supplied sending a questioning glance to the blond before turning back to the soldier "Sightseeing?"

"Why's your hair green?" the soldier pressed his face a sullen cloud of suspicion.

"None of your business," Zoro snapped back "and why should you care about what color my hair is?"

"He claims it's his natural hair color, but we all have our suspicions," Sanji snickered, shrugging innocently with an impish grin when the swordsman glared at him for his statement.

"Just answer the question!" was their only reply.

"Not before you answer mine," Zoro bellowed back.

"Fine then," the soldier huffed "I will just have to hold you under arrest until I find out for myself just who you are and where you come from."

"Uh," Sanji snorted with an incredulous smirk.

"No thanks," Zoro finished.

Like lightening, the duo were off and running, dodging between the hundreds of people shopping within the open air market "You and your stupid moss head," Sanji bit without any real heat behind his words.

"Hey, it's not like I ask to run into weirdos," Zoro snarled back "you have to admit that we attract them like the plague."

Sanji threw his head back and sent a loud guffaw to the sky "Yeah, that's one way of putting it."

"At any rate," the blond continued sending an impatient look over his shoulder "let's lose this guy and get back to shopping, I don't want to make Nami-swan angry by coming back empty handed."

Zoro smirked "You are so whipped,"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Not far from where the two Straw Hats had been shopping, a large and imposing castle stood, while a red flag decorated by a black snake fluttered in the breeze over the main entrance. Within the masonry of the large structure, a vast throne room sat, its high vaulted ceiling and graceful windows flooded the room with light. And at the very end was a pristine throne made of white alabaster stone, while a dark figure currently occupied it. The man had hair black as a raven, with glittering eyes and a hooked nose that made him look much like a predatory bird. Impatient fingers drummed one armrest, while the other hand was currently braced under one chin.

After what felt like ages to the man, the doors to the chamber opened, and a messenger popped in, his eyes wide and his chest heaving from the exertion of running all the way to the throne room.

"Sire!" the messenger cried "We have reports that a young man with green hair in his early twenties was seen in the market place!"

The figure leapt from his throne, standing to his towering height while sending a look loaded with venom to the messenger quivering before him "WHAT?!" he bellowed "When did this occur?"

"J-Just now sir," the messenger quavered "I came to tell you as soon as I heard."

"I see," the figure growled sitting back down in his chair though he continued to glower at the runner "and has this young man been apprehended?"

"N-No, sire," the messenger gulped.

"And why not?" the figured hissed.

"B-Because, he r-ran away,"

"He ran away?" the figure asked incredulously before standing and walking towards the messenger "You came all this way to inform me of a man who you weren't able to catch because he…ran away?!"

"Y-Y-Yes, sire,"

With a roar of rage, the figure lunged forward, plunging a knife deep into the belly of the messenger, only to lean back and watch with sadistic glee as the young man fell to his knees while clutching his stomach. He struggled to stand once again, but only managed to expend what energy he had before collapsing back to the floor, blood pooling beneath his abdomen and spreading across the granite.

"May this serve as a lesson to you," the figure snarled before lifting his voice to address the other soldiers watching the scene unfold "and anyone else who wishes to stay within my good graces. I do not appreciate, nor am I particularly interested in, reports of failure. You know my commands, and failure to carry them out will result in death, so to come all this way just to report that you failed me…really is a bad move on your part."

Drawing his foot back, the villain kicked the messenger across the face, sending him flying down the red carpet and towards the doorways "Take this trash out of my sight, and send me Ballin, I must speak to him concerning this youth that apparently runs faster than our soldiers."

"Yes sir," a servant replied with a bow before picking up the fallen messenger and carrying him out of the throne room.

Striding over to one of the large windows, the figure sneered at his kingdom "He's come back has he? Well then, I'll just have to make sure that I finish the job this time, and ensure that the little whelp is dead for good."

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