[Pairing: ZoSan]
2. Lost
He just disappeared one day. *Poof* Gone, just like that. No one knew where he'd gone to or if he's still alive. It's been two years since, and he's yet to be seen.
Their last hope vanishes as they find Wado's sheath on the cold stone floor of some alley one day, covered in blood. His blood no doubt. But no swordsman. No green hair, no sword. Just a single lonely sheath that reeks of death.
A couple more years spent in looking for his body. His supposedly dead body. But none found. So they gathered up a few friends and family and held a small funeral service in honour of a friend that passed away.
But he refused to believe that Zoro was dead. Zoro can't die. He was gonna defeat Mihawk. He was gonna be the greatest swordsman in the world. He won't die until then. He CAN'T die until then.
Sanji didn't go to Zoro's funeral. Instead, he stayed at home, cooking. Cooking more than he can eat like he always does for the past four years. Because he knows that anytime now, the swordsman would just waltz past the door like nothing happened. He would come home and sit down with him and have dinner like he always did. Sanji was sure he would.
Like he always did.
A/N: it's so hanging and angsty I wanna continue it. Like make this whole multi-chapter fic about Zoro being lost and Sanji finding him and they all lived happily ever after~ ; u ;