Pride: This story is a tribute to Cardboard Pixie, an amazing friend, confidante and sister-figure who passed away on October the 9th. She dedicated her last moments to writing fanfiction, which she truly loved. I hope her hardwork and dedication is recognized, because she truly deserves it. Thanks for the great memories and times we had, and no matter what, we won't forget you.

Updated: 24/11/2014

They all knew that it was not a match made in heaven. But it was a match made in hell, and that was just fine too.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.

Narrator's Perspective

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

"Attacks/Raised Voices"

Settings- Place and Time

Dreams

A Match Made In Hell

An One Piece original fanfiction

Recollection 4: Day Out or Date?

Zoro walked towards the girls' room as he dialed Robin on his Denden Mushi, his bare feet making random "pat" sounds as he tried to walk at a more leisurely pace and try not to appear too excited about it.

He knew it wasn't a date, but couldn't help but feel excited. If his past self had seen him now, he'd be ashamed of the way he'd turned out. Becoming such a soft-hearted, mushy fool and acting like a love-struck puppy.

Never before in his life had he been so pumped up for a trip ashore. They'd planned to go to the bookstore (in light of his recent love for books after Robin had lent him one on symbols), then to the bar for some wine (a nice change from sake, he thought) and to buy some groceries on the way back.

He heard the faint, but familiar "purupurupuru" of Robin's Denden Mushi from inside the room. It stopped, and he listened closely.

"Almost done!" he heard her call through the line.

Then the comforting sound of her footsteps as her scent of peaches and lavender grew stronger, wafted closer to him. He took in her own scent, and smelled something else, quite distinct amongst the plethora of flavours lingering in the air.

Fresh pine. His own scent, when he wasn't training and sweating like a dog, of course. Strange, that he should recognise his own scent only when around Robin. But it wasn't really all that shocking, considering that the woman always brought out the side of him he never knew he had.

*Click*

The doorknob turned, and he eased a smile onto his face, ready for them to be on their merry way to town.

What he didn't expect, was for his carefully-arranged smile to crumble, to be replaced by a look of fawning surprise as he took in her appearance. Nothing too fancy, but she really didn't need grandeur to surprise him. Not her, at least.

He registered her yellow sundress, and her hair that was tied in a ponytail. Her appearance was similar to Vivi's, but damn...

He'd be damned if she hadn't pulled this off way better than Vivi, or anyone else could've done.

Her sunglasses abandoned in favour of a matching yellow hairband with a sunflower attached to it's side. To him, she looked simply stunning, and if he didn't know better, he'd have said she was at least five years younger than he was!

Zoro gaped like a fish for a few more moments before he gathered his senses. The snail still clutched close to his face, he whispered in slight lingering awe.

"H-Hello, is this heaven's number?"

"I'm afraid, one of your angels is running loose on earth."

She heard it, through her own Denden Mushi receiver. It was faint, but she heard it nonetheless, and the only response she was capable of in her bashful state was a slight blush, a gasp, followed by a giggle.

Zoro, who had restored his stoic expression, held out his arm for her to hold on to.

"If you will, fair lady," he smirked at her.

Robin regretted that the particular pick-up line was meant to be used on females, and not on the opposite sex. She would've said the same to Zoro, if not for the fact that she had not a single pick-up line meant for guys.

"Lead the way, Sir Knight," she smirked right back.

Pride: That was very short, sorry 'bout that. *scratches head*