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Luffy leaped out of bed from the sound of pots clattering. The captain abandoned his disheveled bed and quickly changed out of his pajamas. While hopping on one foot, he tapped the foreheads of Usopp, Zoro, Chopper, and Franky. All of the men groaned and flipped around in their beds.

The captain shook Zoro's shoulder's wildly, "Come on Zoro! It's morning! Breakfast! Food!"

"Eh, Luffy, I don't think he's going to wake up..." Usopp informed timidly.

"Why?"

"B-because..."

Zoro groaned but sat up, scratching at his messy hair, "Don't worry about it. I'm up." The captain had his usual happy smile and darted out of the men's room in a blur. The rest of the crew slipped out of their pajamas in slow, groggily movements. Zoro just stood there since he was still in the clothes from the night before.

Chopper pulled off his sheep patterned night cap and replaced it with his famous pink fluffy hat. The swordsman watched the adorable creature trying to stuff his hat perfectly so that the antlers wouldn't be in the way.

When Chopper was done, he approached Zoro, "You were able to find the bedroom?"

"Yeah, took forever though." Zoro chuckled and patted Chopper's head, "Thanks for worrying about me." The reindeer blushed and happily skipped out.

"Took..forever...Hey Zoro bro, did you really get uh, lost?"

From the corner of his eye, Zoro saw Usopp's face reddening."Kind of." He stretched his arms behind his back, "I think I'll go train."

"Wait, aren't you going to eat?"

Zoro frowned at the question. He didn't know how to taste the food yet. He had seen Zoro eat form the reflection of his crewmate's spoon (Zoro mainly ate with chopsticks). He knew what foods or drinks Zoro loved; he just did not know how it would taste on his virgin tongue. If it was something out of the ordinary or unexpected and he made some kind of odd reaction, the crewmate might suspect something.

"Later." The swordsman replied and headed for the training room Franky had build for him.

-.-.-

Zoro woke up to see darkness. From the farthest his eye could see, it was an abyss of endless blackness. It scared him a little that it was the same view whether his eyes were open or closed. When he tried to sit up, nausea hit so he threw up beside him. He did not hear the contents splatter. After he had emptied his stomach he cautiously smoothed his hand over the ground where the mess should have been. It was completely dry, but there was a cold hard floor.

He could only see himself clearly, but there was no source of light anywhere. If he could put it into words, it was like a cave, only not a cave. The air was hot nor cold and it was peacefully quiet. He could not ear the wind, the waves, or the voices. All except his own.

This was definitely not the Thousand Sunny, even if he had not checked most of the rooms, Zoro concluded. Then, where was he?

A vein popped near his forehead. Where was that bastard and where did he send him?

The question was answered when something bright shone behind him. He turned, hopefully to find the exit, and saw an oblong shaped image. On the image stood Nami.

"Nami!" Zoro sighed of relief, "Thank god! Wait, let me get over there."

It was then when Zoro shifted his legs he realized how much damage he had received.

All of the dormant nerves spiked up and Zoro bucked. He collapsed back onto the ground. His whole body shook from the immense pain encircling his lower half. It was so hot and he cringed at the foreign feeling down his thighs. He let out a strangled cry and slammed his forehead against the rock solid black ground.

He felt so embarrassed, miserable, and violated. The swordsman did not want to see what Nami's reaction was like. Nami, of all people!

After a few meditating breaths to ease away from the sensation, he raised his eye to the navigator. Her expression shocked him. She was smiling, admiring eyes looking at him. She was humming a bright, upbeat tune.

"You bitch!" Zoro snarled through his clenched teeth, "I knew you were bad but-!" His eyes shot open at what she did next. She reached for the top of her shirt button and unbuttoned it. He watched in bewilderment as she repeated the process while continuing to hum. She let the shirt slip off her shoulders and he saw it fall out of view. Since she did not like bras when she slept, her glamorous chest was revealed. If Sanji was here, this whole room would be covered in blood from his nose. He did not have the greatest manners, but he had the courtesy to turn away when she began stripped her pants and underwear off. In the meantime, using his forearms, he dragged himself as close to the navigator as possible. There was something wrong and he wanted to make sure if his dreaded assumption was right.

Even if Nami was notorious for her being the cold-heart thief who would only turn around to the sight of money, she had the heart to treat others when they needed help. Whenever someone in their crew was in trouble, she would not hesitate to aid them. His eyes were on the floor as he inched his way toward her.

When he was face to face with her, he sucked in a breath. He thought it was odd he could only see her upper half. The background was somewhere he had to be in front of her and next to the spa. That only meant one place. Zoro touched the surface of a wall that separated between him and Nami.

She looked up at him and smiled.

The sound of his heartbeat pounded in his ears. He leaned closer, "N-Nami?"

Nami did not reply and she took one last look at herself and turned to open the door, leading to the spa.

"Nami!" Zoro suddenly slammed his fists against the glass and yelled. He called her name many times until Nami disappeared out of view. From all of the hitting and screaming that should have gotten her attention, she did not look back once.

The wall vanished into thin air and Zoro fell over. He threw his fists down on the ground. The empty black space became the empty black space once more. Contemplating on what to do first, he decided to check what the perverted narcissist did to him. He reluctantly pulled away the tattered shreds of clothing and spread his legs open. He peered in.

Oddly, the room was pitch black but his body seemed to be the only thing he could see, to his demise. He leaned away to weaken the pressure off his legs and fell in a temporarily state of depression.

His first.

His first kiss, his first sex, his first everything was taken away from him! Himself! He could imagine what people would say if they asked him about his first.

'You did it with yourself? That's called masturbation.'

Zoro grinned despite the mocking laughter banging against the inside of his skull. When he found him, he would kill him, kill him twice, and if his soul leaves, he would drag it back and kill it again. He was going to kill with any brutal technique he could think of and that would lighten his mood up a little.

His mood boasted by the nefarious ambitions, he searched where the other was. He stopped. Where was the other?

Did it disappear in the thin air after completing his mission defiling him and send him in this boring, awfully quiet world? He had another hypothesis but he paled at the thought. If that was true it seemed natural as to why Nami was humming and taking her sweet time in her dream spa.

Did this mean that his reflection was walking around on the Thousand Sunny, doing whatever he pleased and no one had any suspicions? Something coiled in his gut. Was this man going to steal his dreams, too? The dreams to become the World's Greatest Swordsman and the ambition to slice Mihawk's head off were all going to be ripped from him? Was that man going to take all of the credit? He had trained and worked with blood, sweat, and tears to get this far and all was going to be washed away because of this stupid mirror curse? Was this really happening?

Zoro desperately wanted to know the answer but he could only wait until someone, anyone would look at the mirror.

Yes, all he could do was wait. He could not train since he did not have any of his training gear. He also could not stand (he had not tried but he decided not to). His nerves were too jittery, jumping about like Luffy plus meat, so sleeping was out. Zoro felt absolutely stupid that he left his most precious and probably the ticket he needed to get out of here at the last night's party.

Last night everyone was having a fun of their lives, reviving the Mizu Mizu Barbeque. The air was not dangerous to the slightest so Zoro left his swords behind and against the wall. If only he knew the mirror chasing game was going to start, he would have kept it to his side.

Zoro groaned irritably and scratched at his tangled hair. All he could do was-and his mind went white for a mere second. In that time span, the swordsman could not remember what he was supposed to say. He frowned and titled his head to the side, "What was that?"

-.-.-

Zoro was awoken to the sound of a certain cook's voice. His ears immediately rotted to his rancid voice. He hated the voice, the owner of that voice; the man whom his other had fallen in love with. He spat and threw his weights down with much force. The room shook and swayed violently, but the brute Adam's wood stayed firm. The swordsman craned his neck and stroke out of the room. Now to try this cook's food of his and see if it's as good as Zoro's memory had explained.

When he peered down the deck, there was one door left open. The unknown but appetizing scent sailed through the wind and welcomed him. He almost drooled on impulse but he swallowed it down. The other had tasted and smelled this dish before with a straight face. He knew what the food was but he never believed it would smell this good. Zoro took a deep breath and leaped down, actually looked forward for this thing called breakfast.

He entered the dining room and already there was chaos. Zoro avoided an incoming frying pan in his direction. The cook was kicking and screaming Luffy who was going crazy in equal fashion, minus the waterfall drool down his mouth. The captain deftly avoided and blocked all of the kicks.

While Zoro bent down to pick up the pan, Chopper scurried up, ducking the extended limbs along the way, "You found the kitchen!"

"Yeah, the door was open so I guessed." He pointed to the crazy duo, "What happened?"

Usopp leaned back against his seat, watching the fight and had listened to their conversation, "Oh, um...Nami's still in the bathroom so Sanji said, 'No breakfast until Nami-san gets out!'"

So that's what the annoying yelling was about. Zoro thought as he glanced over at Robin who was eating her fill. He had apathy toward the unfairness. The other him would have made some kind of facial expression that meant jealousy and woe, and tried his best to hide it.

The swordsman shrugged and faced the cook, "Hey Cook! Where's the breakfast?"

Sanji launched a heated glare, "Not until Nami-san comes in!"

Luffy blocked another hit with his forearms but at the sight of the swordsman he slipped away from the cook, "Hey Zoro! You came!" A smile danced on his face and out of nowhere, Luffy had a hand mirror in his hand. He flashed the mirror in front of Zoro's face.

At a glimpse, he saw his reflection, the Zoro who was supposed to be in this side of the world. Zoro had awoken and was sitting down. His knees were out in front and both of his legs were on the side. The clothes were covered all over his lower half, a shame really. There was surprise on the man's face, a look of disbelief maybe.

Zoro silently winked at the other in the mirror and pushed his hand on the surface, pretending to fear it. The transformation had not reached its full power yet.

No one saw the nonsymmetrical image and for proof, Luffy and the rest of the crew laughed. Zoro smirked and then quickly masked it with embarrassment.

Luffy lowered the mirror, "Don't worry Zoro! I don't know how to but I will find a way to cure your mirror fears!"

Zoro chuckled, "Thanks Luffy." Whatever scheme Luffy was preparing for him, it would magically cure him. Deep down in the darkest pit of his heart he knew in just a few minutes, he would not be afraid anymore. Within the prolonged hours of Nami's heavenly morning bath, Zoro was going to change.

He would follow, obey him, and most of all, he would love him.

Luffy grinned, thinking that Zoro was smiling because of the captain's gratitude. The swordsman patted Luffy on the head and pushed him toward the table, "Come on Luffy, let's sit down."

"Aw, but I want to eat!" Luffy puffed up his cheeks and his stomach roared with formidableness.

"Well, kill time." Zoro planned to take a nap once he sat down, but Luffy had plans.

"Okay! I'm going to cure your fear!"

Usopp moved over a few seat, "Hey! I want to help too!"

"Me too!" Chopper chirped.

"Humph, let's see how that goes." Sanji frowned, but the rest of the hour, he was silent. The cook approached Robin a few times to fill up her cup of coffee but mostly he watched the silly progress between the four.

-.-.-

Zoro turned toward the light and it was an orange haired girl. Her short hair was wavy from the dampness. The steam covered her and the wall a little and he was momentarily blinded until she wiped it off with her towel. She was a pretty cute girl. Her large amber eyes stared back at him. She was quite glamorous too, with her sexy defined curves. She wrapped a towel around her head while she dried her body off with another. He stared at her with wonder and confusion.

This girl, he had seen her before. Where, he could not remember and the name did not appear in his barren mind.

Zoro touched himself and saw that all the recent wounds were gone-or was there any in the first place? It did not hurt anymore-wait, what was 'hurt?' What was pain? He scratched at his head, even as the orange haired girl hummed while changing into a cute pink top. When she disappeared out of view, the room fell dark again.

"I thought I heard that song before..." Zoro wondered. He titled his head to the side as he tried to remember, as his memories ebbed away...

-.-.-

Nami strolled into the dining room and was welcomed with Luffy's cheer.

"Yes! Nami's out! Can we eat now Sanji?"

"Yeah, yeah. Go get your fill." The cook spat as he accurately threw the plates in each of the men's hands. His attitude flipped around one-hundred and eighty degress as he deftly plated the navigator's dish with breakfast while spinning around in circles. He stopped the spins with his heel and halted with a sweet click. His cigarette smoke formed petite hearts when he set the plate down, "Here you go Nami-san." He nearly drooled at the fresh scent of floral shampoo on her still damp hair.

Robin was finished with her breakfast and was reading a book. She took her eyes off for a moment and grinned at her, "What a cute shirt."

"Thanks." Nami beamed, "It was only two thousand Beli."

"How was the bath?"

"Fantastic!"

Luffy and all of the men returned to their seats and quickly took their first hungry bite. Luffy did not even reach to his seat and had already eaten his plate, so he spun around and went back for more.

"Gwah! It's amazing!" Luffy threw his head back and screamed as he splattered a spoonful of seconds accurately on his plate. All of the others just grumbled in response as they chewed down their meal. Zoro did not reply because the Zoro never complimented. He actually wanted to though because the food was beyond what he had imagined, but that would blow his cover and he did not want to risk that.

He cleaned his plate and go up to dunk it in the sink when Sanji called, "Oi Marimo, stay and help wash the dishes."

"Why do I have to help?"

"Because I asked." Sanji mocked a smile, "Do you want dinner or not?"

Zoro really did not want to help. The other would have given up, pretending he wanted the dinner but secretly wanted to be near the cook for a little while longer. But he was Zoro and in order to not get caught he had to oblige.

Snarling, he glared at the cook, "Fine, I'll help." He then looked back at the men still swallowing down their meal, "Since they aren't done yet, I'll go and take a nap. Holler out when they're done." He did not have time to take a nap, he had other matters. He needed to see the finished product.

-.-.-

Zoro stared down at his hands as if it would sprout some words, some answers. "Who am I?" he thought. The words, 'Roronoa Zoro' spun around in circles, the only words left in his effaced memory. He felt confused, lost, and most of all, alone. He gripped his arms to hold down a shiver. The dark room was neither hot nor cold but everything was so still. "Who am I?" he repeated.

An image appeared in front of him. It was the same background which was why he could remember. The towel racket and the towel hooked on, the pale white walls. This time, it was a man and Zoro nearly backed away. He looked exactly like him. It was creepy and something off about it but Zoro could not pinpoint what. Although it was weird seeing someone who looked exact, he had a hunch that this man might be able to answer his questions, or hoped to be heard.

'Hey!' Zoro put his hands on the cold wall, 'Who are you? I-I don't know who I am! Can you help me out?'

The man put his hands against the glass, overlapping his. He was just like him, even the earrings, which was the only object not symmetrical.

The man's sharp features softened. "Don't worry Zoro. You don't need to think anymore. All you have to do is follow my moves," he smiled, "You are my reflection."

Relief spread through Zoro's veins. The room felt warm with life. He was a reflection, just a reflection. Suddenly, spurious memories filled his empty mind. Yes, he was his reflection in the mirror. That was his duty. He was to follow, and mimic his movements. He had reverence toward the man now for clearing his cloudy mind.

The tattered clothes disappeared and clothes morphed over his bare skin. His earrings disappeared out of view and fake ones ghosted over on his right earlobe. Now, he looked exactly like the man.

'Thank you.'

"You're welcome." The man replied. There was a pause and the man leaned closer to the glass. Zoro leaned in also, following him perfectly, "Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

Zoro blinked and moved away from the glass. It was such an obvious question it made him want to think twice, 'You are duh.' The man grinned and Zoro tried to ape it but his was inhumanely wide.

-.-.-

Zoro slipped out of the bathroom like a cat. He could not stop grinning. Heck, he wanted to laugh out loud. He wanted the whole crew to hear, wanted that stupid dumb blond to hear that Zoro was finally his. Zoro would forever be trapped in the mirror was his reflection, calling and waiting for him. Just a song and he could see him, love him, and cherish him. Zoro was finally his.

Zoro was wrapped around his finger, not Sanji. He hated when Zoro tried to approach Sanji in a subtle way. The smile he made after he had helped wash the dishes or a physical sparring gnawed at his jealous soaked heart. He wanted to warn him countless of times.

Stop Zoro! No matter how hard you try, he won't love you back!

But I will.

I will appreciate your kindness.

I will accept your love and return it hundred times more.

Love me Zoro, love me.

No need to worry anymore. No need to see Zoro heartbroken, longing, wishing. He saved Zoro. Rescued Zoro from the pain, no one on this ship knew he had. The crescent shaped smile split his face almost in half as he snickered quietly but it echoed eerily in the aquarium.

"There you are. What the heck are you laughing about?" Zoro stopped and his eyes shot back at the cook.

"Can't I laugh in peace?"

"No, but it was kind of..." Sanji chewed on his cigarette, "Weird."

"Is it dish washing time already?" A silence from the cook meant a yes, "Okay, I'll go."

The whole dish washing process was hell. Why did Zoro love it so much? Was it only because he discreetly loved Sanji and this was the only time he could spending some alone (and peaceful) time with him? If that was true, that aspect must be powerful because the rest sucked. For just breakfast there were too many plates to be washed, four times more than the actual amount of people. The stupid cook took extra time scrubbing the dishes, even though Zoro knew Sanji could wash faster on his own. They never exchanged any conversations, only the occasion of Sanji calling him, "Zoro" which pissed Zoro off so much he accidentally broke a plate in half. That shut the cook up.

Only I have the right to call him Zoro.

The cook did not yell when Zoro broke the plate, to his surprise. He then remembered that his beloved swordsman often broke Sanji's dishes. The plate he broke was the common blank white ones Sanji had a large supply of, too. By the time it was finished, the cook had to serve snacks for the crew-mainly to the ladies.

Why the cook did not use this time to rest was beyond him. It was absolute proof that the cook was infatuated with the ladies and had no space to care about men.

Hands wrinkled for the tedious hours in the sink, Zoro grumbled as he made his way out of the kitchen. When he closed the door behind him, Luffy was standing right in front of the room, hands behind his back.

"Hey Zoro!"

"Yo Luffy." Zoro lowered his hands, "What's up?"

Luffy raised a hand up to the swordsman's face, "Close your eyes."

Zoro made a smug grin. He immediately understood what the captain was planning. He was ready and his Zoro was ready, too. He obeyed the captain's orders and closed both of his eyes.

"Don't open them!"

"Okay, okay Luffy." Zoro kept his eyes closed, smirking the whole time. He heard the sound of fabric rubbing against something. He then felt something was right in front of his face. He did not peek but he could feel an air barrier between him and the object-he had an assumption.

"You can open your eyes now!" The swordsman did as he was told and opened them. Just as he was predicting, he was staring at a mirror. He was staring at him, Zoro who stared back in the same expression. When he smiled, he smiled.

Luffy moved his stretchy neck around to see Zoro and saw that he was smiling, "You're not afraid?"

Zoro looked into the captain's dark eyes, "Nope. All better."

Suddenly they both heard boos as Usopp and Chopper peered out from the corner.

"How can that be? That is the easiest-"

"-and almost the most boring plan we ever came up with!" Chopper pouted.

Usopp crossed his arms and frowned, "I wanted to put Zoro into my newest creation, 'Usopp's Factory: Room of Mirrors' to see how much he was going to freak out!"

"Hey, we're not supposed to freak him out! We're supposed to cure him!"

"I know that!"

Luffy grinned, "I win!" Zoro laughed at the sniper and doctor's arguments and a thought clicked. The Room of Mirrors. Seeing tons of Zoros was not a bad idea.

-.-.-

The rest of the day, it went by smoothly. The ocean was calm, the sun was nice and warm, and the wind was only a calm breeze. It was perfect for all of the activities the boys had up in their sleeves. Nami was in the greatest of moods since the weather was rarely peaceful and was enjoying the moment sunbathing and drinking a glass of Sanji's special drinks. Robin sat across from Nami and read a different book while observed the boys and giggled behind the pages.

The boys today were fishing. Franky had upgraded their old fishing gear into a hunk of power. The strength of the string, the rod had tripled so the boys did not need much strain and pull to fish out the monsters of the sea.

Sanji was in the kitchen, ready to begin dinner. He had set up all of the meats and vegetables he needed to create tonight's meal. The kitchen sprung to life as the sounds of cracking eggs and chopping created music to the ears, especially the captain's.

Watching all of this from above, Zoro sat back in the cushions to concentrate on a vague reflection of himself. It was not as clear as the mirror but he could still see him. Zoro sighed contently before he stood up. He walked over to the largest dumbbells in the room, he could not understand how this humongous dumbbell was in here and the crow's nest was able to support it. He touched the cold surface of the pole and gripped it tightly in his hand. With a flick of his wrist the dumbbell was high and above his head.

He was going to train to become the greatest so Zoro, not Kuina, would be proud of him.

-.-.-

Night fell and it was then when Sanji called everyone for dinner. Shouts and cheers stopped Zoro's inhumane heavy lifting. This time he lowered the dumbbell carefully on the floor since his mood was content. He had not noticed the smell of the dinner while he was working out but now as his tense muscles eased and he was able to feel his surroundings again, the smell was hit him with the same force as the first. Since nobody was around, he wiped away the drool off his lips and quickly climbed down the crow's nest.

Everyone, except for Nami and Robin, were literally having a war. The fight intensified compared to the battles at breakfast. Screaming, fighting, punching, pushing, tugging, stealing, all of the techniques were used to get their fill. When Zoro went to his seat, which was near the edge of the table with Chopper next to him, Luffy had already eaten the whole plate of fried octopus within the first five minutes. The captain was raising the gigantic plate over his head, demanding more. Usopp was screaming into Luffy's ear and stretched out his cheek because the captain had eaten his plate clean.

Franky, who was new to this whole ordeal leaned into to Zoro, "Zoro bro, is this normal?"

Zoro nodded, "Yeah. Better get used to it." He added while reaching for a spoonful of something that looked like noodles.

The food was amazing. It was second to the greatest feelings he received for being alive-making love with Zoro was the first, of course. Soon, he was too into the war, using his chopsticks as mini swords to ward off any scurrying fingers. Bits of food sprayed all over the table, making a mess. Good thing tonight was Luffy's job to clean this up, and the captain seemed to be oblivious of it.

The food was gone and everyone's stomach was full. Luffy was off his chair and on the floor, his ball sized stomach made bouncy sounds when Usopp tapped it. Sanji began taking the plates to the sink and some courteous men (Franky and Chopper) stood up to help. Zoro rubbed his stomach and belched. A good training, great food, all he needed was sleep or he could enter the mirror and have a serious make out session with the other.

Scratch sleep. That was first on the list.

Feeling great, Zoro collected his plates and walked over to the kitchen where three of the men were piling up the dirty dishes. The swordsman stacked his along with the others. Sanji skipped over to Nami and Robin and took their plates away in a gentleman kind of manner. The navigator and the archeologist were talking amongst themselves, but the topic was clear it was about the gorgeous spa.

Luffy barged into their conversation, "Hey! I want to take a bath first! I want to try swimming!"

"Swimming? That's stupid!" Nami screamed.

"Yeah, that's a waste of time since you're going to drown in the ocean anyways." Usopp added.

"I can swim in a pool, idiot!" The screams and shouts of whose going first raged on and Zoro shrugged the topic off his shoulders. He stretched his arms over his head and headed toward the door.

"Hey." The voice stopped Zoro in his tracks. The loud shouts had died down and the room felt silent.

Zoro had his back facing the cook but he had some respect to turn his head, "What? If it's about dishes, I'm not doing it."

All eyes were on Sanji. Everyone was exchanging confused glances. The cook did not reply right away. Instead he pulled out a fresh cigarette out of his breast pocket and lit it up. He let out a thin wisp of smoke, sailing gently up to the ceiling and dissipated into thin air.

Sanji lowered his eyes, "Who are you?"

To Be Continued