One Piece belongs to Goda. Author's notes are at the bottom.

Hand-lotion, extra clothes, a toothbrush, two cans of chilled Nescafe, a bottle of lemon raspberry water, apples, a notebook, a fully-charged powerbank, Playboy deodorant, coloured pens, wet tissues, purple shawl – I packed them all into a much stuffed oversized leather handbag, which I left on the couch. It's not that I am going to stay out tonight, or anything, but it is the last day of Ask Your Heart, and everyone involved will be bound, whether they like it or otherwise, to stay at Sabaody Grand Hall until the show is over. Accounting post-mortem, everyone would at least leave around two or three something in the morning.

Oh yes, an extra bottle of lemon raspberry water for Bon Clay. He likes them.

I checked my watch – eleven fifteen in the morning. I ought to be at Sabaody Grand Hall around twelve something. The living room was quite a mess – I haven't had time to put away the pillows and blanket from yesterday, either – and I don't think I would have time to clean up soon. I've decided to take a day off tomorrow, but the probability of having a slot of time for housecleaning suddenly seems very unlikely.

"What made you decide to let go of this?"

I lifted my shoulder, and seated myself on the couch. "I thought it's time for me to get a new one."

Law opened the box I had put out in front of him, to reveal a set of my old silver condenser microphone that I barely had used anymore. He had phoned me yesterday to inform that he is going to be in town for the next couple of days. An old friend from the college years – he was studying medicine and I was doing history. Despite the different disciplines that we have decided to invest our so-called future in, we met as strangers in a local acoustic café, which was my favourite café, thanks to the interesting choice of soppy poetry books they selected for their little bookshelf. We had a common interest in the Tuesday's acoustic shows of alternative-rock-turned-indie covers, and their signature hazelnut caramel frappucino.

The subject of those alternative-rock-turned-indie covers came up, which lead to the decision of me putting away my condenser microphone. I had it in possession for a few years already, since college years, to be specific.

"Do you still sing these days?" Law asked.

"Only to myself. It ended up for dubbings on short films I had worked on." I shifted glances between him and the microphone. "Do you want to test it out first?"

"Nah, it's okay." There was an awkward moment of silence – I presume it is quite normal for a pair of friends who haven't kept in touch much for the past two years. He began again, "how much should I pay you for this?"

"Oh," I tucked my hair behind my ears, "a cup of hazelnut caramel frappucino. A large one." It was meant to be a joke, but I'm not very convinced that it was a joke myself. Instead, I thought it became a nostalgic figure of speech. "Not now, though. I need to be at SGH until midnight."

Law smiled, as he placed the box back onto the coffee table. "Some other time, then. Now that you mentioned it, I hadn't had a hazelnut caramel frappucino in a while."

"We should go back there, sometimes. To the old café. What was it called, again?"

"Bottakuri Café? Yeah, that's a great idea. I'm curious of how that place is right now."

Another awkward moment of silence came up again,. Four seconds, that was how long it took. We broke into nervous laughter, uncomfortably. It wasn't because of negative feelings, however. It was that kind of feeling where you bumped into an old friend, a close one, and only managed to put up hideous uninteresting topics to keep you from being speechless, because boy, I did became speechless upon Law's arrival.

"What?" He asked, half-smiling as I shook my head.

"Nothing, it's just great to see you again," I told him. I brought up the condenser microphone subject again, anyhow. "So, what are you planning to do with it?"

Law raised his shoulders. "My friends had been really crazy, lately, they wanted to have a band with the frontman dressed as a white polar bear… Maybe they'll put this to good use."

I laughed. Crazy kids, these young doctors.

"Or, I could always bring this to Bottakuri Café. Maybe they'll use it for their acoustic performances."

Oh, Law. "By the way, I was wondering if you could… Hold on." I raised from the couch and proceeded to my bedroom. In a dusty old corner, on the dusty white carpet, behind the dusty white cabinet, a dusty white guitar with black outlining laid against the wall. One wouldn't notice it upon entering my room, because it was so hidden, and that was pretty much the reason I haven't really reminded that it was there. I looked at it for a brief second. It had been gathering dust since I first moved in. The last time I touched it was when I changed the strings, I guess. That was many months ago, though.

I've loved the white guitar very much – it was the reason I have kept it inside my bedroom instead of on the guitar rack in the living room, with other guitars. However, I couldn't even remember the last time I played it. I wondered if it still sounded as good.

I blew off the dust and took the guitar by its neck, carefully carrying it into the living room. It was a random idea, though. Law's eyebrows arched in wonderment at the sight of the white guitar.

"I haven't been using this in a while, too," I started off. "I had been collecting dust in the corner of my room. I was wondering if you'd like to keep it."

"Oh?" Law took the guitar from my hand, examining it closely. It was an old guitar, though, there is nothing very monetarily special about it. One could buy similar off eBay for twenty Bellies. The black outlining was somewhat worn off at some parts, and the strings looked a little rusty. There was a small, dark green sticker at the back of the guitar's body, in which Law traced his fingers upon. He looked up to me, as if he was able to deduce something. "Are you sure you wanna give this away?"

I hesitated, but well, "it's been useless in my possession, well, not to say useless, but... Besides, I have a few already."

Law gave a long sigh. "Well, I don't need one… But if you want to, I'll take this off your hands."

I only managed to smile, and nod. The knocking on my door interrupted us, and I made my way to the door patiently. I thought it was Flam, perhaps, because he did mention that he would pick me up from home – Flam enjoys carpooling, for some reason. However, the face on my doorstep did left me stunned for a second or two.

"Uh," Zoro said, both hands in the pocket of his jeans, though leaving the thumbs to hang outside. "I think I left my phone charger at your house yesterday."

"Oh," was all I managed to say, as I opened the door wider, giving him way. "I'm not sure if you left it here, I haven't cleaned up yet for anything, you see."

"I see you've got company, sorry." Zoro put his hands out forward. "I'm Zoro."

Law took his hand for a quick handshake. "Law."

"Law is my old friend from college," I told Zoro. "He was in town, so I asked him to stop by and besides, I wanted to give away a few things-" My sentence ended there when I noticed Zoro was not really listening. Maybe he was, well, but he didn't appear that attentive. His smile faded, and his eyes fell upon the old white guitar beside Law.

He picked it up. Oh, God.

"Zoro, I…" am speechless. I am speechless.

There was a small grin on Zoro's face, as if a relief or something similar, when he examined the old, white guitar. "Dusty," he said, blowing the dust off the frets with one strong blow.

"I… I haven't played it since..."

Zoro turned the guitar, and his smile widened at the sight of the little, heart shaped, dark green sticker at the back of the guitar. "Man, I don't know you still keep this…"

"Well, I…" Damn it, Robin. Finish your sentences already!

Zoro's smile faded again as he turned his attention to Law, and the box of condenser microphone on the coffee table. I knew instantly he would deduce the situation, which was bothering me currently. "You're giving this away?"

Law, whose presence we both had forgotten of for a quick moment, interrupted as he grasped the whole situation – I didn't know if I should thank him, or otherwise. "I didn't really need it, though. I only came to get the mic, so yeah."

Zoro looked saddened, it nearly broke my heart. He stared at the guitar in his hands, unblinked. A slight frown appeared on his face. "I want it," he said, in a voice so low I almost couldn't quite get him.

"Zoro-"

"If you don't mind, I wanna keep it," he rephrased, as he lifted his face towards me.

I almost stuttered on my spot. "I don't know if it still sounded as good as it was, I mean, it has been forever since I-"

"I'll change the strings," Zoro said, "and maybe polish it. I don't think it's completely useless."

I glanced sadly at Zoro, gulping down that guilt that had been tightening my chest. "I couldn't remember when I last played it, it was so long ago-"

"S'okay. I'll see what I can do. Maybe it's still playable."

Serious question: What are the chances that I'm going to be internationally virtually murdered if I ever come up with the ending in which Zoro and Robin are not together?

In an actual conversation between my friends and I, what usually happens when I said "I wrote a new story" is their query of whether the main character is mentally ill, or died at the end, or just sad endings. I don't know. Go download my compilation of short stories/anthology e-book, 'Imaginari' and tell me what you think. You can find the download link by googling '4shared Imaginari Complete PDF'.

Thank you in advance for the reads, reviews, favourites et cetera. I also wanna apologize for the hiatus on 'Supernova's Spiderweb'. Anyway, if you're catching up with the anime instead of the manga, there are spoilers in 'Supernova's Spiderweb'. I also apologize for writing action scenes horribly. I wish 'Santoryu Robin Twister/Cien Fleur Robin Wings' combo attack could be animated instead. But I'm super bad at drawing so yeah. (OMG SOMEONE PLEASE DO IT PLEASE DRAW/DOODLE IT FOR ME)