Hi, the new chapter is here.

The song I used is called Someone You Loved from Lewis Capaldi.

Hope you'll enjoy reading the story, please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.


Chapter 13


"Because erlier in the day, Nami-chan succeeded to arrange us an evening performance in the bar I'm taking you to." She chuckled. "And Kenshi-san is going to sing."


Zoro sat in a little dressing room of a quite pretty bar/night club named Two Lights, reading the text of the song he'll have to sing, when Nami and Franky came in carrying a mountain of shopping bags.

"What is that?" Zoro eyed the bags suspiciously.

Nami's "inner-demon" smile gave him the chills. "What could it be silly? Your costume and make-up." She chuckled and ordered Franky to put it down. Looking through few of them, she hummed thoughtfuly. Zoro didn't like the direction this was going in.

"Listen Sea-witch, I'm okay with the costume, but why the hell do I need make up!?" Zoro asked skeptically.

"What!? Of course you'll need a make-up! Even though you're a man, you need to look good on the stage, after all it's me who made the whole deal with the owner. I have to look quite the capable manager in front of him, even if it's just a disguise. Now just be obedient and sit here."

Zoro rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. So that's it. Just Nami being Nami. He could continue to protest, but he knew he's got no chance when Nami's in her business mode. And anyway, he was too tired to argue right now. "Fine." he grumbled and sat on the chair she pointed at.

"Good boy." Nami praised him teasingly.

After rummaging through the damn bags for at least half a hour, she pulled few things out, holding it in front of Zoro for him to see.

Zoro looked at the clothes and paled. "Okay, take that back. No costume either."


'I'm in hell."

The line was going through the moss-man's brain for hundredth time for the last hour.

Nami made him try out everything. She wanted him to dress in all the clothes she bought and then decide. He did so about 15 minutes ago, now she was making him dress it all again and was deciding on one, saying it was so difficult 'cause everything she picked was just perfect. He wanted to cut the fucking things into pieces.

As he started to have murder intentions towards a weird shiny green shirt, a knock on the door saved it's life as well as Zoro's mentality.

"Can I come in Nami-chan?"

"Of course Savannah-chan, come come!" answered Nami. As the door opened Zoro looked on her pleadingly. Chuckling under her breath Savannah asked Nami if she needed help.

"Actualy you came in the perfect time. I need you to pick an outfit and make-up for Zoro. I wanted to do it myself, but I still have some business to finish and I trust you."

When Savannah smiled and agreed she thanked and left. Zoro sighed. "Thank you Savan. You saved me from hell.

She chuckled. "I see. So, now what about we dress you up Dom?"

She picked up one bag from the mountain and pulled the clothes out. Zoro looked at them with interest. They didn't look so bad. Actualy that was the best ones up 'till now. He dressed in it and turned around in front of a mirror. Yes, this was it.

"I see you like this one." Savannah laughed and started to rumble in one of the make-up bags.

Zoro blushed. "I-it's not like I particulary like it, it's just it's not as bad as the others."

"Yea, yea, sure. Now come here, I'll put some make-up on you."

Zoro frowned. "Is that unnecessary?"

"Yes it is, a little bit of make-up never ruins anything." smiled Savannah as he frowned even more.

'I'm in hell."


The club was quite pretty. It had a podium with piano and microphone on it, sets of small round tables and chairs, cute flower-shaped candles in the middle of each table and naked light bulbs hanging off the ceiling. There were quite a lot of costumers, sitting in by the tables or at the bar, drinking and talking.

At the moment Sanji sat on his high chair at the bar, sipping drink, sending sceptical look over to the podium. 'Can the Marimo really sing? I don't think this is a good idea. The baka is useless. Like yes, he can fight, drink and sleep, but that's about all. I can't even imagine him singing.' he frowned as he sipped the drink. 'He better not embarrass Nami-san, or I'll kill him!'

As he angrily drank the rest of his drink, Robin came back with other ones as if she had some sixth sense to tell her when to come. And maybe she does. With her devil fruit no one knows...

She sat at the bar beside Sanji, gave him his drink and smiled. "You seem nervous Cook-san."

"I truly am my lovely flower. The Neanderthal's going to sing. I can't help but be sceptical, even though it was Nami-san who chose him."

Robin chuckled. "That's understanable." She smiled as all the lights except the ones above the stage were turned off to minimum. "Well, not everything is how it looks."

Sanji heard applause and few gasps. He turned to look what caused it and as his eyes stopped on the stage, they widdened.

'W... What the...'

There, on the stage, at the piano sat Brook. And in the middle, beside the microphone, stood Zoro.

He was stunning.

He was dressed in skinny, black slacks with leather belt and dark-green silk shirt with the upper buttons open. His cheekbones and eyelids were lightly powdered by bronze-golden dust, making them stand out, hair spiky, but soft looking. As he moved his head, three golden earings jingled gently.

Sanji sat frozen, jaw dropped as he gawked at the Marimo. 'Who the hell is that!?'


Zoro stood at the stage with closed eyes, trying to even his breathing. He hadn't felt this nervous in a while. When he heard people gasping and chairs creaking, he knew that every eye in the damn bar is on him now. His mind started drifting in the way of panic, his hands shaking, cold sweat on them. 'I can't do this!' Zoro thought with terror.

Than he flinched. 'What the hell.' His mind stopped. 'What the actual fuck had I just thougt!?' His until now stiff shoulders relaxed and expression softened as he calmed down. 'No! I'm not some coward shaking in the corner.'He heard Brook played the first tones on the piano Zoro smiled a small smile, and singed:

I' m going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

He felt so calm as if he was flying. His mind was clear, the lyrics leaving his tounge with ease, his voice knowing it's way. He felt the song, felt the emotions it represented. And as he got to the chorus he opened his eyes and looked firmly at the audience - his audience - and this time without a fear.

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it allI let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

The audiece was speachless. No one dared to make a single sound, holdinh their breaths, listening to the singers rumbling deep voice. The song was beautiful, skilled fingers dancing on the piano. Everyone felt the emotions in the man's voice, the loneliness, love and hurt, not able to tear their eyes from him. Hearts drummed at particulary louder part cleanly melting into softer but still firm lines, before he finished the song by singing the chorus for one last time.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

I fall into your arms

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

For now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

But now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved...


to be continued...