Hopefully this should turn out to be longer than the prologue XD

Chapter 1
Cornered
Zoro's P.O.V.

The streets were swallowed in an inky blackness, drowning the flickering light of the infrequent lamps. Something didn't feel right. I wasn't sure what exactly, just something. Following my instincts I lowered Nami to the ground and sat her up, propped against a wall and took a defensive stance in front of her. I cursed myself for being so careless. We were alone, one of us out cold and the other barely able to walk in a straight line. A malicious laughter came from the shadows and I turned to face it, seeing an arrow formation of five people emerge from the dark. The five of the six people I'd kicked out of the bar earlier that evening. Cold realisation swept through me, pushing out the warm glow of the alcohol.
"Well, well," began the leader with a sinister smile, "I come out to teach an arsehole a lesson and find myself some entertainment alongside him." He and his companions gave a menacing chuckle which resounded of the wall, filling my mind with danger.
"I'll kill you if you touch her…" I growled, but they only laughed all the harder. They knew something I didn't and I could only watch in horror as the front-man pulled out a pistol. I had to options: dodge the shots and pray that none of them hit Nami, either directly or as a ricochet, or grab her and run. For some reason my attackers were still laughing, prompting me to make a getaway. I scooped my nakama up into my arms and cradled her close to my chest but froze in horror. A silent breath caressed the back of my neck. No weapons. No free hands. I felt failure wash over my as something solid collided with the back of my head, the first strike sending me to my knees and igniting an explosion behind my eyes. I looked down to the unconscious navigator, "I'm sorry," I whispered as the second strike bought with is blackness.

I coughed back to conciousness, blood leaking from my mouth, feeling bruises coating my ribs and accute stabbing in my chest and skull. Nami. I had to find her. It was still dark and the moon and stars looked to be in the same place, meaning it could only have been minutes since the bastards knocked me out and apparently kicked the shit out of me too. I dragged myself upright and listened for anything that might tell me where they had taken her. Silence. A scream. Her scream. I charged towards it, relieved to have a destination and to know that she was alive but horrified at whatever it was which as made her cry out. I tore past the blur of buildings and didn't slow when I saw my destination, but rather hit the door at full speed, feeling it shatter under the impact. The idiots had left me with my swords and in such a small house it wouldn't take me long to find them, but the laboured nervous breathing had already given away their location in the adjoining room.
"Zoro!" I heard her shout, voice strained with fear, followed by a sharp slap resounding around the room as I entered, all three swords draw, infuriated by what I saw – five sat around the room drinking and smoking, the sixth on top of Nami, pinning her down, having already stripped her of her dress. Tears streamed down her face and I felt pure rage building inside me.
"Get off of her," I hissed and the rat scurried over to his gun, not having time to even wrap his finger around the trigger as I descended on him, before making equally light work of his companion. I noticed the pool of black cloth on the floor and passed it to my nakama, trying not to stare, then helping her stand after she had re-dressed. Without warning she threw her arms around my neck and sobbed into my chest, each breath coming as a heaving gasp. Unsure, I wrapped my arms around her waist and returned the embrace. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my own voice hoarse, "I'm so sorry Nami. I should never have let that happen to you." I felt a lone tear of relief brush down my cheek, surprising me slightly but also forcing me to accept an unwelcome truth – I had been scared. Not of the men and their weapons, not of injuries, but of losing my nakama. Of losing Nami. Maybe because I felt responsible for not defending her when she was unable to defend herself. Maybe it was because the whole situation had been my fault, but out of all of the crew I still couldn't believe it was her I had endangered. The others could all fight for themselves, but she couldn't. And why was I only realising this now? I didn't understand these emotions flowing through me so just pushed them to the back of my mind and rather focused on getting us back to the Going Merry. Slowing, I eased myself out of her grasp and supported her in the same position as earlier. She managed to take most of her weight herself but still held onto me for the comfort another person provides, as I did with her, squeezing her wrist on occasion to check she was really there and safe.

"Nami! Zoro!" Cried Luffy, running over to us. I passed the woman over to him and allowing the pain to blossom through my head and torso.
"Chopper!" Nami called out weakly, "Zoro's hurt, help him, please." I felt the ground sway beneath me, or was it me that swayed? Chopped was in strong point, though I swear I hadn't seen the change take place. He held me up, causing me to hiss as his hands made contact with my ribs.
"Gah, your head Zoro, what happened?" He asked. The panic in his voice didn't bode well.
"Er, someone… hit me… with… with something," I mumbled, my mouth stiff and reluctant to function, added to the pounding of blood in my ears which seemed to drown out all else. Chopper gasped and I felt my feet leave the ground as again, the world around me disappeared.

To be continued...

And sorry about the plot holes.