Chapter 3 Tenma Hikari
Zoro stood dumbfounded on the main street. The boy was gone with two simple words, "Tenma Hikari."
Zoro walked down the street, his mind a bit blank. Why did the boy's name have such a huge impact on him? Zoro wracked his brain, but it seems like there was the one piece of memory he couldn't recall. He yelled in frustration, not noticing the busy marketplace around him.
Then a voice called from the crowd. "Oi Kuso Marimo! What are you embarrassing yourself in public for?" Zoro didn't even bother to look. "What was that you ero-cook?" Sanji came into view. "I said-" he started. But his eyes budged out at the cloak still fastened around Zoro's neck. "What is that?!" Sanji yelled with murderous intent, fire burning aside him. Zoro raised an eyebrow. "Ha? What's with you curly-brows?" "That…cloak…you're…wearing…" Sanji growled. The cigarette that hung out the side of his mouth fell to the ground and disappeared under Sanji's shoes. "Where did you get that?!" he demanded. Zoro backed away a bit from the raging Sanji, not sure what got his nakama so pissed off. "What do you mean?" Zoro questioned, but unsure if he wanted to know. "That, right there, is a…" Sanji started (again), but then realized all the attention they were getting. Gripping Zoro firmly on the arm, he pulled him to the sides of the street, where it wasn't as crowded. "That is a cloak designed for females!!" Sanji exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" Zoro exclaimed loudly. Then, without a single second to lose, he tore off the cloak and threw it on the ground. "Hey you… that's not exactly a nice way to treat someone's clothes…" a voice muttered behind him. Jerking around, Zoro found himself face to face with a certain 17-year old with green hair and brown eyes. "Ah! It's you, from before!" Zoro said. But as he took a closer look, he realized the boy seemed different. But there was a more important matter on hand. "Hey you! This cloak you gave me, stupid cook right here said it was made for woman!" Zoro cocked his head towards Sanji's direction, leading up another pointless argument not worth mentioning. "Well… what did you expect? I mean, I am a girl after all…" Hikari muttered. "Huh? What was that?" Zoro scowled. Hikari shook her head and sighed. "Well, there's nothing wrong with wearing a feminine cloak, is there? And you can barely tell anyways," Hikari reasoned, a bored look on her face. "It just has a bit of silver lining and it's a bit tight… that's all." Zoro started to answer, but was interrupted by Sanji. "Are you the owner of this cloak?" Hikari nodded in response. "Oh. Whew! I thought marimo here was being a pervert and buying women's clothing!" Sanji said dramatically. Zoro started fuming. "What was that?! I'm not like you, you perverted curly-brow!" And they went on and on and on and on and on (etc.) Then Hikari suddenly said, "Roronoa Zoro and Black-leg Sanji… right?"