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The boy's running.
His lungs are in fire. His breath is just a leaf rustle. His limbs hurt from tripping over the roots of trees. He feels the cool raindrops on his skin and hair, drenching his clothes.
The boy's running.
He hears the calm footsteps behind him. He smells the blood covering the man. The blood of his parents. Even the rain can't wash it away. He's terrified but he can't stop. He knows all too well what the man would do to him if he did.
The boy's running.
His legs are starting to go numb. His strenght is running out, his legs are stopping... NO! He can't stop. He runs faster. As fast as his chibi-body allows him.
The boy's running.
The footsteps are finally gone. The man is gone. The boy can't run anymore. He stops at a clearing. The rain is drenching his sore little body. He's tired. So so tired... He falls to his knees, closes his eyes and lifts his head up, feeling the cold drops run down his cheeks. It's peacefull. Only the rain is heard.
"You thought you can run from me THAT easily."a deep, calm voice says.
The childs blood turnes to ice. His body freezes. He opens his eyes and to his terror, the man is there, his massive muscled figure looming over him frighteningly enlightened by the moon visible even throught the rain clouds. His dark green hair is soaked from rain. The beautiful emerald eyes, resembling his father's, are looking at him with dark glint in them, feline slits cutting them in half. Blood is dripping down his face, his own blood, from four long wounds running from right ear down to left end of his jaw, no doubt from his papa.
The chibi trembles from horror to his very core. He can't even move a finger. The man slowly walks to him and looms over him. He bends down to the boys ear and his whisper brought tears to the boy's eyes.
"DON'T WORRY. I'LL DO IT QUICKLY ZORO-CHAN."
And he did. Zoro doesn't even relise it, when his soft little throat gets cut by the man's claws. One horisontal cut. Profesional.
Zoro falls down, enormous pain exploding through his neck . He feels the wound, feels his blood mixind with his mama's and papa's. Zoro feels the rain washig away his consciousness and with it, his life. The last thing before he falls off are the calm footsteps of the man, walking away.
"..dom..."
"...rodom.."
"ZORODOM!"
Zoro's eyes flutters open to the sound of familiar voice. He looks around, feeling dizzy, and catches a glimpse light green hair. He feels his big brothers's hands huging him, his huge body warming the smaller one.
"No~!" he whispers with tears clear in his voice. "No... No! Zoro..not even you...I...I should've been faster...if I was faster...stronger..but now..." he puts Zoro down gently, rain washing over them. His face a mixture of pain, sorrow and rage suddenly turned into one of utter determination. "But I won't let it happen. Not as long as I can do something about it."
Zoro knows what he's gonna do. And he knows he should stop it, his brothers's done nothing wrong, he is the weak one. But he's simply too weak to do anything about it anymore.
His brother leans down and kisses his forehead. Soft warm lips, wet fron rain, touches his skin tenderly. Green light flashes and he no longer feels the pain. No longer feels his life running out. The wound is gone.
He shots up from the ground, now fully healed. He cries at the sight of his brother, kneeling down, now bleeding from the exact same wound he had seconds ago. Zoro shots down and hugs him tightly "Aniki-" but his brother showes him away and smiles.
"Run!"
Zoro closes his watering eyes. Heart drumming in his ears "I love you aniki." he whispers, turns around and runs.
The boy's running.
A sceam claws its way up Zoro's throat.
He shots up in his hammock, his heart trying to beat itself out of his chest. Slow rocking of the Sunny soothes his nerves, reminding him when and where he is. At Strawhats pirat ship. With his crew, his friends, who he accepted as a family. Fifteen years from the living hell of a night.
Fifteen years...
Zoro looks out of the window, at raindrops trickling over the glass, the clouds crying the same way the did then. He's twenty-one. The Receiving Age.
"It's really happening, huh..."
Hello! This is my first time writing funfic, so it would be really nice to let me know just how bad (maybe good) I am so I can fix that next time. Please review and write if you want this story to continue.
