10: Apologies

Zoro's Point of View

"You didn't have to kill him." Luffy pouted, crossing his arms over his bare chest like a small child.

"Look at what he did to you! How the hell can you defend him after that?!" I yelled incredulously as I finished wrapping his head in bandages, then gently moved his arms to his knees so I could start on his chest. My own wounds ached under my white t-shirt, having sex last night probably wasn't the best thing for them either, but I ignored them and continued working on him.

"He didn't know who I was and I'm in his territory. What he did wasn't right, but he didn't deserve to die for it. Kicking his ass would've been enough." Luffy's chest was still damp from bathing but I continued wrapping him the way he had wrapped me last night, not too tight but not too loose either. If he were anyone else I probably would be telling him off, but he was Luffy, and when I was around him I seemed to gain a bit more patience.

"This is my territory, not his. He knew you were mine and yet he still tried to-"

"It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done." He whispered, but the pout didn't leave his lips. I felt bad, not because I'd killed Absalom, the dumb shit deserved it, but because I'd done it in front of Luffy. The man seemed intent on only killing someone when he was on a battlefield or didn't have another choice. Why he chose to defend Absalom of all people could only be defended by his strange sense of morality.

"Done." I said, tucking the last bandage into place, but the look in his eyes told me he was still unhappy with me, maybe even a little depressed. Leaning down I rested my forehead on his shoulder and closed my eyes. We were sitting cross-legged on the floor in my room and we'd been arguing ever since he'd gotten out of the shower. Why did that perverted bastard have to go and attack Luffy? If the jackass had kept his hands to his fucking self then I wouldn't have had to fight with my fated.

Luffy sighed and relaxed a little as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and took in my scent. I wondered what he smelled in me that calmed him so quickly. In my opinion, I probably smelled like sweat, blood, and sex, as I'd yet to shower. But my little priest, on the other hand, his scent was pleasant. Like an ocean filled with roses, salty and sweet, but also warm like the summer sun.

"I don't like death." He whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I've only ever killed to protect. I've protected the poor, countries at war, and, most recently, the fake priests that the real ones used to fight with... I know you want to protect me, but there's a fine line between protection and revenge. What you did... there was no more danger, he wouldn't have hurt me anymore." He was right, I had killed Absalom out of anger. Damn, since when did I admit when I was wrong?

"What's done is done," I whispered as he began to stroke my hair. It felt nice. "I'm sorry."