Second Drabble, from ToraYashaChan's prompt list. This one is called 'safe'. I don't know, I must really enjoy taking these prompts in non-conventional directions. If this is confusing now, I wouldn't blame you for thinking that, all the same I like this one and I'll probably return to this situation/story-line later.
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Safe
You idiot…
You fucking idiot cook…
Zoro's steps were heavy, echoing in the high, empty corridors, the only constant sound in the swordsman's world.
He'd tried to steady his breathing, but for all his training and meditation he'd been unable to slow himself. Likewise with his heart, beating erratically against the thin body cradled in his arms.
You fucking idiot cook…
Why would you ever think you had to do something like that alone?
Zoro steps carried him closer and closer to the large doors at the end of the long hallways, although all his body really wanted to do was stop and pull the frail, battered form in his arms closer to him, to hold him tighter. He knew he had to get back to the ship.
As he walked, small pools of dark crimson gathered in shallow puddles behind him. If he knew they were there, it seemed he didn't care. Who would have been able to tell who they belonged to anyway?
Were nakama aren't we?
There had to be a better way, than for you to…than for you to do… that.
They were all bleeding. The swordsman, the blond cook he carried, and the bodies that littered the long, empty hallways. What did it matter who's blood was trailing them as Zoro walked steadily back to the ship.
All that mattered was the life of the man in his arms, the safety of the man who had attempted, successfully, to keep them all safe, but at what cost?
You idiot…
You fucking idiot cook…
At least for now, in his arms, Sanji was safe.