IV – How Can I be The Best If there's Still So Much Wrong with Me?
There's something wrong with him. The swordsman can't seem to understand why there's some days where he can't seem to get out of bed, other days, he can't stop training, working. Or days, anything his roommate say to him, pisses him off, leaving him angry all day and wanting to beat the guy up. But then he knows he couldn't, Zoro is still weak and the cook seems intensely strong. There has to be something wrong with him too.
Zoro can't wrap his head around why he's feeling like this, or how it could be solved. Maybe he should train more, become stronger and all of this will go away. Yeah, that's the answer. He just needs to train more so he can fulfill not only his dream, but his friend's dream too. What dream are you talking about? Defeated, Zoro sinks into his bed even more. I need to train. I will train.
After this nap, he will.
But when he lies down into his rather uncomfortable bed, he begins to struggle to fall asleep. Normally, this is easy, since he's often just sleeping from the night before and refuses to get out of bed. Lately though, there's been a change. He can't sleep at all, his body nags him to exercise. As much as Zoro wants to build up his muscle, he can't get the motivation to. There's a nagging voice in the back of his head, putting him down and taking away everything he stands for. Go do it lazy slob!
Sick of the nagging voice he gets up and try to do something else. Whatever that something is. He wanders aimlessly (more like he got lost) around the building till he finds an empty room. Jeez why do the walls have to constantly shift around? Honestly, these walls are causing more issues for him.
Angry, he punches one, hoping it breaks, but that just hurts him instead. His fist begins to throb from the pain. When he looks up, the wall is barely dented. Angry once again, Zoro stupidly body slam himself into the steel wall. His chest begins to hurt. It's painful as it throbs and screeches. Fuck, he thinks. I forgot about that. He shakes his head as he sinks down onto the ground and rubs his head. Stupid. Fucking stupid.
Stupid Mihawk, he gave Zoro a painful scar running from his right hip up to his left shoulder. Mihawk says he doesn't even know Zoro but if he did, he wouldn't be wasting his time on someone so inexperienced with swords, but Zoro knows that he isn't stupid. He's convinced that he has seen him before. No one in the entire city has eyes like that man. Why would he give himself such a large wound? It doesn't make any sense what so ever.
Regardless of that, Mihawk's statement stands firm, causing Zoro to get annoyed, not much angry this time. It isn't right for him to pretend Zoro's statement isn't true. He knows it's true, so it's going to be like that.
Angry and fill with a complex amount of energy, Zoro forces himself to head into the pathetic room that dares call itself a gym. The weights there are barely over 30 pounds. How does anyone expect him to get anything done? How does anyone expect him to gain any muscle here!? What Zoro seems to forget is that, he's in a mental hospital. If they did even get something bigger the chance of him getting it is close to nothing. He and his roommate is on suicide watch. Giving them an 100 pound weight is just idiotic.
Whatever, he thinks, taking the barbell and doing 30 reps but then drops the weight harshly. He feels nothing when he finished. Normally, he likes the burn that his muscles feel when he exerts himself, doing more than required. 30 normally for him is nothing. Now 30 for him is torturous. So weak. Pathetic. Weak. Failure. Failure. Failure!
Granted, Zoro is still a new comer to the hospital, and has yet to see the doctor to get a diagnosis, but he has a rather general idea on what he has. And it's something he doesn't want to think about. Pathetic. Why are you thinking about that? Loser.
Footsteps approach him from behind, his hair stands on edge, but when he turns around Zoro sees a small boy with lightly tanned skin – much similar to his – standing there. He has this massive grin plastered on his face as he walks over and tug on the only thing the staff allowed Zoro to keep. His green and rather old haramaki that he got when Kuina was still alive.
He never threw it out and it's been 12 years since he has received that. The thing is falling apart, and it kind of smells. Not that Zoro cares, he likes the fact this is a reminder of who he lost. 12 years is too long to to still be hung up on it. 12 years is too short to forget. Now there's a kid who's planning to destroy his treasure, and again, anger and irritation blurs his mind.
"Stop it," he says. Stop it. Do you know how bitchy you sound?
"Zoro, your muscles are missing," the kid says. Zoro stares down at the kid, no recognition enters Zoro's face. Who the hell is this kid?
"Do I know you?" he asks. The kid stares back shocked. His black eyes bulges out as his grin drops from his face.
"Of course you do!" he exclaims. "I'm your captain!"
"I've never met you before in my life." Blinking, the kid looks like he's going to cry. Zoro suddenly begins to feel bad for making a kid cry. The kid then punches him in the gut, taking him down quickly. A string of curses escapes Zoro's mouth as he falls onto the ground. When his head hits the floor, he begins to see stars. Holy shit.
Terrified and pissed, he pushes the kid off, but he' too strong, pinning Zoro down easily. Weak little girl. The grin returns back on his face. It's genuine and happy. But Zoro isn't going to take any chances. Who knows what this kid is in for. Maybe he's a murderer. Maybe he's a rapist. Either way, Zoro doesn't want to stick around to find out.
"Guess you can't remember me," he says. "I'm Luffy! I'm going to be the pirate king!"
"WHAT!?" is all Zoro could say as he stares at the lunatic that is over top of him. What the hell does he mean by that!? Again, Zoro doesn't want to stick around. His energy is slowly slipping away as the two boys struggle and fight with each other. So weak you are Zoro.
"I want you to be my first mate!" He has to be crazy. Crazy fucking crazy!
Pushing him off, Zoro dashes out and hides in his room for the rest of the day. He buries his head under the pillow as his head pounds with pain. God, what the hell is wrong with him?
AN: There is no disorder for Zoro yet. Hey why don't you guys guess what it is, or don't. That's okay too.
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