Authors Note: So in case you don't stalk my profile.. I currently have 6 stories going and 2 more that are in progress. Yet I decided to update this one first because apparently it is the most popular. I don't own One piece

I'M REALLY SORRY IT STARTS OUT A LITTLE GRAPHIC… IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN

RATE T FOR SLIGHT CUSSING

Side note: No pairings and NO YAOI

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Chapter 2: Dreaming of Death

The bodies lay littered across the ground, crumpled and thrown away, the belonging flesh blending into the dirt. Pale figures were lost in the dirt with bright red cuts drawing the attention away. Slashes were scraped across the bodies, deep-with malicious intent of death. Blood slowly oozed out of the wounds. Black dots were thrown across the bodies, the hardened blood leaving apparent traces of murder.

A small hat in the corner fluttered uselessly in the wind, a strange sense of weakness embodying it.

Several bodies toppled over, revealing their sun bleached faces and looks of anguish and fear. But mostly they displayed shock… and betrayal.

One body was buried darker than the others, with one arm twisted out of position, bent at such an unnatural angle. Black hair draped over the curvy figure and a book could be seen, bulging in the corner of her pocket, never to be read again.

Lying next to her, so close that they could share their pain, was a bright haired ginger, with short orange locks that fell away into the graveled ground. Sweat drops hardened on the deceased body and eyes were held tight together by tears. A long cut was sewn through her torso, ripping the fashionable shirt and staining it with pure crimson.

Standing by the female pair was a crouched and frozen corpse. Sand colored hair whisked across half of the face and a strange brow shape was present on the dead body. Gashes were placed all throughout its back and part of it's left ankle bone stuck out from on top of the skin, jarring the sight of raw bones.

Yet, that was not the only bones that could be seen. It looked like a dog's paradise, with little clippings of bones tossed through the ground. Some were broken and a small fencing sword and flute lay chattered into pieces by a cracked skeleton head, whose jaw bones had been struck it an open position.

Scattered, just at the bones were, there were pieces of metal lying sadly on the ground. Some pieces of flesh clinged to them, but most were barren and cracked, with obvious evidence of a forced crack and breaking. A wild flock of blue hair stuck tightly to one, clinging onto the last breath of life.

Finally, two mossy raven haired teenagers were lost in the abyss of darkness and death. One had curly brown hair that shielded its face from the decaying and harsh rays of the sun.

Yet the other had short brown hair with a ring of a tan line around the crown. This body was horribly endured, with its arms reaching twice the normal length, bending across the fellow dead with a sad embrace. The neck was twisted and legs were bent in a circular motion, seeming as though there were no bones left to break. But above the deformity, large slashes embedded their way into his back, staining the lanky and pale skin with rivets of crimson liquid.

Suddenly, a tall shadow grew over the corpses, the sun making it seem much larger than it appeared. A mossy green top could be seen, rearing in the bright sunlight. Bloodied swords dangled off of his hip, with the scent of death still lingering on them. His tan hands were died a dark red – the mark of bloodshed swarming over him.

He only stood over the figures for a second, before swiftly turning his back to the cemetery that formed before him. A white jacket flowed around his back, with the crude words of Justice scrawled across. Shadowed eyes hid underneath a black bandana, but a trace of a smile could be found on the lips.

The mossy topped man looked casually up to the sky, a hint of a smirk lining his features. The wind blew sharply through his hair and rattled his swords. Yet the jangling of celebration was heard asking, nothing more than one word. "Why?"

"Why?"

Zoro awoke with a sharp movement, his head trusting forward, wrenching his arms from their comfortable position. He gasped heavily for a moment, trying to take in his surroundings. A wide expression swept across his face as he shifted around, trying to get his bearings. He couldn't tell if he was still dreaming or if he had come back to reality.

He felt his chest heave, stretching scars against tight toned muscles across his body. He ran his hand softly through his mossy top, just like the one he had seen in the dream.

With an unsure expression he slowly found his bearings. He gazed out across the sea, seeing a deep blue surround him. This brought an odd peace to his rapidly beating heart.

The sky blended slightly with the sea, blurring the edge of reality to Zoro. He ran his massive hands roughly through his hair again, closing his eyes as he felt himself calm down.

It was that dream again. Zoro thought with a pang of annoyance. That's the fifth time this week. Shit, what does it mean?

He casually looked over the side of the crows nest, feeling the wood wane comfortably under his weight. He figured it must have been noon, with the ruckus down below. He saw Chopper chasing Frankie, Usopp with hot red eyes- probably from a failed, or successful, invention, and Robin was in the corner with her eyes pressed determinedly into a book.

Zoro looked down with a small smile on his lips. They were definitely a wild bunch, everyday was unforgettable with them.

But…they died. He thought solemnly, as the dream flashed back to his mind. Images of his dead nakama swarmed his brain. Their disfigured and broken bodies made Zoro shift nervously on the deck. It was just a dream. Just a damn dream. He though dismissively.

"Oiy! Shitty swordsman!" A voice rang out from below. Zoro clenched his teeth and felt his eyes roll back at the sound.

"What do you want?" Zoro yelled back over the side of the railing. His voice carried gently across the boat and sailed through the air. He peeked over the edge again, seeing a blonde figure staring up at the crows nest at him. It was Sanjii.

"We need you to go into town for us." Another voice shouted up at him. An orange haired lady stood next to the cook, her hands on her hips and a sense of demand in her eyes.

Zoro stood up, flinging himself off the top of the crows nest, landing softly on the ground below.

"We have ladders for that, you know." Nami said sharply, seeing a small dent that Zoro had made in the wood from his leap. Zoro just shrugged and wiped a little sleep out of his eyes.

Nami tapped her foot impatiently. Zoro made a large yawn in her direction, seeing Sanjii's eye twitch slightly from under the blonde locks, he exaggerated it.

"Oiy! Listen to what Nami is saying!" The cook glared Zoro, who shot him a sharp look in return.

Yet when Zoro looked at Sanjii he didn't see the normal love sick man he was used to. Dirt hung roughly all over his skin and blood spotted from all over the body. His leg suddenly turned limp and Zoro noticed a fragment of raw bone sticking out from under the skin. Blood leaked all over his shirt and a cuts and matted mud stuck to him.

Zoro's eyes widened when he saw more blood draw across the back of Snajii's shirt, with precise marks of a sword.

Zoro furrowed his brow and flinched back, his hands shooting directly to his precious swords. The clasped tightly on the hilt before the image began to fade away.

"What?" Nami asked impatiently, noticing Zoro's strange movement to his sword.

"No-nothing." Zoro replied, his hand came off the hilt, unsteady and shaking slightly. The image faded more rapidly and soon Sanjii looked normal again. His white shirt was no longer died with his own blood and his ankle bone and found it's way back into his socket. That's how he looked in the dream… Damnit…What the hell is wrong with me?

"Stupid swordsman." Sanjii muttered as he headed back to the kitchen. The cuts on his back and disappeared, leaving a strong muscular frame. Zoro shook his head slightly, trying to wipe the dream from his mind.

"Anyways," Nami interrupted Zoro's thoughts. "We need you to go into down and get us some supplies."

"What? Why me?" Zoro asked, his forehead creased and a look of annoyance spread across his face. He was planning on training before anything else.

"Because you are the only one who isn't doing anything right now." Nami spoke with an air of authority, as though she was talking to a little kid. "Sanjii is cooking, Franky is fixing up the ship, Usopp is making a…

Zoro began to zone out as she went into a small rant about how unproductive he was being. His eyes started to glaze over and he noticed that she was beginning to shimmer slightly and her appearance started to change. Her normally, sleek and shiny hairdo grew darker and matted, with clumps of dirt and decay present. He saw a bright red cut begin to creep through her shirt, slicing her body down the middle.

He squeezed his eyes, wishing the dream away, refusing to believe that it was real.

"…And I have to figure out our next course. So…Zoro, Zoro, Zoro! Are you even listening to me?" Nami finished, her eyes set angrily on Zoro who had a heated look on his face, and filled with pain as his eyes were clamped shut.

Zoro peeled open his eyes, seeing the normal Nami again. He let out a small sigh of relief. "Yeah, I hear you. Do you have a list or something?" He asked calmly, even though inside he was unsure and worried about himself, but more over his crew.

It was just a dream. Their alive.

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Nami handed him a short little stub of paper with writing scrawled across it. It was a long list. Zoro let his eyes skim over the list, seeing food, metal, and some medical supplies. Finally his eyes rested on the word 'Beer' and he decided that he would go.

Zoro began to walk away from Nami, headed towards the town with the list crumpled in his hands. "Oiy, be careful." Nami said quietly. Zoro turned around, seeing the little ginger with a compassionate look on her face. However it quickly turned sharp and she continued. "Don't get lost or into trouble. I mean it Zoro!" She wagged her finger at him, and Zoro set his face into a frown and headed off into town.

He followed a beaten path down to the town, trying his hardest to stay focused on the village in the distance. A few times he felt himself wanting to turn astray, but soon knew better and found himself back on the right path.

A grand village revealed itself in front of him, with an array of shacks and small, quaint buildings. Each of these was clearly labeled and was built with a sheer red shade of brick that were stacked cleverly on top of each other. In the distance, he noticed a large government base and Zoro felt himself tighten and tense up.

The white building stood out amongst the darker business buildings. It was one of the largest government bases Zoro had seen. He tilted his head slightly as it reminded him of where he was once held before he met Luffy. It looked like a training ground, instead of a typical prison yard. Zoro pushed the thought of being concerned out of his mind and headed into the nearest shop.

The sign above the store said 'Medicines', labeled in a very neat handwriting, quite absurd for a doctor. Zoro pulled out the list, and walked up to the clerk. He pointed out all the items that he couldn't understand, assuming that they were the medical items.

The man at the counter shook slightly as he handed Zoro the bag a few minutes later. Of course he was shaking; after all, he was dealing with one of the highest bounties in the world. Zoro relieved the man by taking the bag and depositing a small bag of coins on the counter for the man. Zoro heard Nami's nagging voice in his head, 'We may be pirates but we're still going to pay for our things.' He always thought it was weird coming from her, since she used to be a thief.

Zoro left the store, a small ringing of a bell singling his exit. He wandered around for a little while, unsure of where to go next, feeling a small amount of pressure coming from the list. Unfortunately, Zoro took a few wrong turns and went down a couple strange paths that led him to the darker part of the village. It was still nice, as was the other buildings; however it had an unpleasant aura to it and Zoro found himself wondering how he got there.

After a while of stray turns and lost directions, Zoro found himself facing a dark wall, hung high with bricks which were stacked to the sky, blocking out much of the light.

"Hello." A voice said from the dark. Zoro flinched back, his hands quickly reaching towards his swords. A small chuckle surrounded Zoro and he let his eyes try to find the source of the noise.

A small man, with shoulders to broad for his figure stepped out of a dingy corner and into the light. Short brown hair stuck up in tufts and little wrinkles decorated the corners of his face.

"Who are you?" Zoro questioned bluntly, as he withdrew two of his swords, carefully lingering his hand over the last one in case of any sudden movements.

"My name is Sergeant Belial." The man said quickly. His hand folded on top of each other and he held them up to his face, arching them on the bridge of his nose. "And I have a proposition for you." He smiled darkly, revealing a pair of white teeth that stuck out from the dark exterior of the alley.

Authors Note: Sorry the first chapter was so short. Enjoy! Review! The more reviews the faster I'll post!