Insanity

By The Chichi Slaughter House

Warnings: Nothing. Just gen stuff, not even a pairing!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. I have no fucking chance to ever own it either.

Rating: G

Some Zoro-love, cause I fangirl over Sanji too much and love Zoro too~

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In battle, Zoro threw himself into every fight in what seemed like a moment of insanity. It didn't matter what happened to his body as long as he could fight, and protect those around him, and it really showed when the battles were over. It was painfully obvious as well, as there was barely a serious battle that he came out of unharmed.

Scars began to litter themselves over his body like fine battle medals, and there was no doubt he wore them with pride as he walked over the deck shirtless. More often than not, Zoro would be training out on deck, showing his strength and scars to whomever wandered past, with a satisfied smirk or a look of concentration so intense it drew the viewer in.

No matter who told him off for his reckless behaviour, he continued to fling all of himself into training and growing stronger as if he were aiming to die in the process. In a way, it was terrifying, both for his nakama and his enemies to see him so uncaring of his health. His opponents would never stand a chance as long as he was still alive, driven on by his will and desire alone to defeat them. If he could still breathe, he would go after them until the last breath left his body.

It seemed that the only thing ever on the swordsman's mind was fighting, and his nakama found themselves constantly worried by it, though they tried not to let it show. They wanted him to find a new hobby, but knew the chances of that happening were slim. It would be like asking Nami not to care about money, or Sanji about flirting with girls. Absolutely impossible.

Zoro ate, drank and slept fighting. At least, that was what they assumed, with his ever-ready battle stances no matter where they went. One hand would always be ready to draw a sword at a second's notice, the swordsman always glancing around for signs of danger even in the calmest of situations. Zoro rarely allowed himself to relax fully, and whilst it was quite useful and had saved them a fair few times, it was still a worry for them.

If they tried to take it from him, they didn't know what would happen. Zoro had little to do otherwise as it was.

Maybe it was too late to cure anyway.