Guess who's back ~ Back again ~
(I am sho shorry)
(I haven't updated for so long)
(I want to write a new fanfic)
(But this one's bugging me)
LAST ONE (Whoop!)
The last day was liberating. Zoro knew it will be. He thought, while Hawkeye tugged on the chain attached to his neck banging him senseless. This will be the last day, he thought, as he stared at the sunlight flickering against the window. He screamed, cried, ejaculated - all for Hawkeye. And Hawkeye was pleased. Zoro was not. He could have been more gentle tonight of all the nights... Falling into sleep in the arms of his teacher and master, he felt a tear strained from his reddened eyes trail on his cheeks.
'Sure you won't get frightened by the big, big world, my little rabbit?'
Zoro growled, about to choke that man to his final breath. Deciding to kill him once and for all, he briskly stood up from his chair in the breakfast table, only to find himself on the ground. Stunned, Zoro looked blankly at Hawkeye who started to laugh. Hawkeye, offering his hand, whispered as Zoro stood up (by himself), 'It's still to early'. The intimacy of their touch, the closeness of Hawkeye's breath, the hint of sorrow that Zoro could draw out from his tone made his face flush. Hawkeye smiled slightly, as though in pain, and pulled his hands towards Zoro's face, clasping the reddening face with both his hands. Oh god he looks adorable. Zoro, unable to maintain his gaze, grimaced, shutting his eyes completely, as Hawkeye leaned in...
And Perona's laughter echoed in the walls of the castle.
Hawkeye abruptly let go, turning his face to the source of the hysteric sound. Zoro's face burned up, embarrassed by his own expectancy of something.
'Ahahahahaha you are both so lovey-dovey so early in the morning! You guys are so optimistic that I want to pour all my ghosts through you both.'
'Silence, woman.'
Hawkeye glared at the goth-maniac and conjured in his mind the ways he could slice her up.
And Perona remained silent for the whole day.
The boat was surprisingly comfy-looking. Zoro made sure to move all the necessities he needed for the trip, and Perona, fully aware of his lack of direction, kindly offered (You owe me one! What the hell, ghost girl, I can find my own way back! No you can't! Yes, I can! *sends ghost through him* I am so sorry for living; I am just a marimo that doesn't know anything about direction. Wait, what the fuck did you do to me, you bitch!) to let one of her ghosts guide him back.
Zoro found his teacher sipping his wine on his favourite chair. Zoro would have liked to say something like 'good bye' or a determined 'I will defeat you' but in the end, all he could manage was: 'Care a one last duel before I go?'
Hawkeye smiled.
'You wouldn't last a single minute, little rabbit'
It lasted longer than a minute, Zoro could have argued. But by the time his muscles had been inflamed by the fight, Hawkeye was on top of him, the tip of the Yoru dangerously close to his face. Zoro could have sworn Hawkeye licked his lips as he whispered: 'a parting gift'.
It didn't hurt; just a little sting.
Just a little blood from the eye wound.
Just a little farewell.
Just a little crimson tears from his eye.
Nothing more.
It couldn't be love.
It was great to be back on the Sunny, to fight with the women-obsessed chef, to see Nami, Robin, Usopp, Freddie, Chopper... and Luffy. Always Luffy. His face, his smiles, his endearing way of speaking... Yes, Zoro loved him. He loved him for years of their travel together. He loved him.
Zoro glanced at Luffy from time to time, who was sparkling with interest at the underwater creatures roaming around the ship. Luffy, feeling the glance, looked back at Zoro and beamed, the smile dazzling Zoro. Luffy, noticing something, walked to Zoro and, hugging him, asked 'ne, ne, Zoro? What happened to your eye? Can you not see from it again?'
Zoro flushed at the contact and stammered, 'Hm. Not sure, captain. I haven't tried opening it yet.'
Luffy traced the scar.
'It's so straight, but it's pretty shallow. I guess the person who did this didn't mean to hurt you... But it's so straight, it's like the person wanted it to be straight...' Luffy groaned at his sudden brain work. 'Ahhhh I don't know! Anyways, you seem to have changed a lot, first mate.'
Zoro raised his eyebrows a little.
'Really?'
'Yep! Before, you used to get drunk more easily, usually after 20 bottles, but this is your 30th bottle! You must have had a lotta booze where you were!'
'Hm is that so?'
'And and you used to hug me back when I hugged you, and you used to hug me first usually!'
Zoro looked at his arms, frowning.
He was not hugging Luffy back.
Abruptly he raised his arms, as though to hug Luffy, but his captain escaped from his late showing of affection.
'I guess Zoro has someone more important now, ne?'
Zoro lay on his back against the hard stool.
Do I not love Luffy? Impossible! This is not possible! I loved him for so long! There is no reason why I'll suddenly change-
'You. Are. Mine.'
There was a reason.
He touched the scar.
He remembered his teacher.
He remembered his teacher calling his name out, softly, while they slept; on their last night together.
Zoro, Zoro, Zoro, Zoro ... I love you.
Zoro laughed, almost hysterically.
So it was love.
END
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