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Sword Song

Justice..

Everyone has a different way of thinking of it.

Everyone has a different goal in life.

Mine just happened to be centered on justice.

Sometimes I wonder though if fate always had a different plan for me. My idea of Justice is a strong one but with the world changing so much, I see my ideal of justice also changing.

Along with my view of pirates.

Could one be a pirate and still hold justice in his hand? Could they still do good even if what they were called always was a sign of evil, of bad, of chaos.

Didn't justice thrive in a settled non chaotic world?

I don't know honestly anymore. My drive for justice has seen so many things and I myself don't quite understand it.

When my ideal is to keep the beautiful blades out of undeserving hands wouldn't that INCLUDE pirates?

But there he stands, always a few steps beyond me, running FROM me, as if I'm plague ridden. He yells about how I'm a copycat, how I'm not myself, and then he won't fight me.

He calls himself a pirate but yet have I seen him do what pirates are known to do. Instead I see him save cities, save islands, and even save the world at times.

How is that piracy when I'd call it a form of justice?

This line of thought confuses me and frustrates me. So I hunt him down. I want to feel his justice. I want to hear his blade sing with mine in a way two swordsmen would when there is a conflict of views.

It's a beautiful song when one can hear it. When one isn't focused on power, on money, and on pain they sing. You can feel the heartbeat of your blade if you dance with another who understands. A beautiful

rhythm for a beautiful song.

But this is just me and I've been told by many my views on such things are strange. Honestly I've been told by many I'm just strange in general. I've been told I'm strange, klutzy, and unique.

And a copycat.

I..just don't get him.

But something drives me to WANT to as if that meeting on the street so long ago when he broke my glasses tied us together somehow. I first was angry, bitter by defeat. As a swordsmen he should have taken my life

but instead he spared it.

A pirate shouldn't do such things. As a swordsman he had the right to.

And now he won't fight me.

Why?

Author's Note: First One Piece drabble. Unsure with my writings with One Piece if I'll keep this a one shot or add more chapters later. It is inspired by the talkings of my boyfriend and I about Tashigi and what we see happening to her. I'm a sappy romantic so IF I decide to continue this to it's ultimate conclusion it will be a Zoro/Tashigi fic. How I'll get there I don't know. That's why it may just stay as a one shot.