Disclaimer: I obviously don't own One Piece, if only because I have no money and I can't draw. ..
Warnings: Violence
Author notes: Yeah, this is another drabble, so it's short and what-not. This story makes me happy, which is weird.
Lonely Massacre
Zoro was staring out at the sea, not moving and hardly breathing. His eyes blinked out of necessity every now and then, but he was mostly unmoving; almost a statue. The rest of the crew was worried about him; the swordsman hadn't moved from that position for almost a day now.
While Luffy and the rest were worried about their friend, all of them were a bit intimidated by the man. So they kept their distance until Nami, finally getting sick of worrying constantly about the unmoving green-haired fighter marched out to where he was standing, ready to give him a talking-to.
"Hey!" she shouted, hitting him on the shoulder, "what's the big idea making us all worry like this! Would you just move already?"
Surprisingly, he did what she asked, turning around slowly to stare at her with death shimmering in his eyes. Gasping and pulling her hands and arms to her chest, she backed away from the homicidal Zoro.
"I-I didn't mean it! You can stop now, I get the picture! Zoro? Zoro!" Nami pleaded with him, backed up to a wall. He stalked closer to her, until he was almost pressed against her.
"Wh-what are you gonna do to me?" she asked, hoping that this might lead to a bout of sex. Zoro leaned closer to her, opening his mouth with a smirk. She smiled back, seeing that he was going for her neck. Suddenly, the gentle leaning turned into a lunge and he bit into her neck, ripping away with his teeth at the soft flesh there, ignoring her screams.
She kicked and punched, but to no avail; nothing seemed to be able to get the swordsman to stop gorging himself on her flesh. Finally, he moved off of her neck and shoulder, his face and chin dripping blood mixed with chunks of tissue. Looking at his meal, he smiled at her fear-filled face before lunging down once again and ripping into her jugular vein, blood spurting forth from it to cover him and the ground around them.
Moving up from the dead girl and licking his lips, he went down into the bottom of the ship, heading towards his room to get his faithful swords. Sanji, who was heading out to see if Nami had gotten Zoro to move, ran into the swordsman on the way.
Before the cook could say anything, Zoro's fist had connected with his stomach, making him gasp and grab his wounded gut. He looked up just in time to have the swordsman grab his throat and throw him down to the ground. Surprise from the attack numbing his movements, he couldn't even fight as Zoro pounced on him and tore into his gut, blood and soft tissue flying up from the force of the fighter's feeding.
Once Sanji was dead, Zoro went into his room and retrieved his swords before going out and killing the rest of the crew of the Merry Go. It was all accomplished in a few hours.
Setting his bloodied swords down, Zoro went back out to where he had been standing earlier and sat down, staring out into the sea. Sighing softly, he almost regretted what he had done, thinking that it would be lonely waiting out here until he starved to death.