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Risa Age:8

The moment Sanji sees his daughter step off the school bus, he knows something is wrong. She is walking quickly, her small red shoes with the bows on top that Zoro bought her for her birthday, splashing the water puddles that stayed after the rain, with her hoodie covering her face. Her shoulders are stiff, and her posture rigid, with both her small hands holding onto her backpack straps tightly. She doesn't say anything or wave as the bus leaves. She determinedly walks to her front door.

"Marimo." Sanji calls as he turns to look behind him, where Zoro is watching TV. When he sees the other man look at him, Sanji says their special code, "4".

"Is she crying?" Zoro asks curiously, as he stands up from the sofa. Sanji shrugs, indicating that he did not know. With a nod, Zoro walks to the door, and as he reaches he hears the doorbell ring.

Taking a deep breath and glancing at Sanji, he opens the door and sees her standing outside, hoodie still covering her face, the only thing visible being her pink lips and chin. She doesn't say anything other than "Hi, Daddy" as she steps into her house.

"How was school?" Zoro asks, following his daughter with his green eyes. He looks at Sanji who is standing by the kitchen door, worried face, and wiping his hands clean from cooking on his blue apron. They both know something is wrong, but they don't want to ask, they want her to talk to them. From the looks of it, she is not planning on saying anything about why she is feeling so down because she continues upstairs, only stopping to give Sanji a quick kiss on the cheek.

Once she is out of hearing shot, Sanji walks towards Zoro and pulls his ear. "Do something." He whispers.

"Me? What can I do?" Zoro pulls his ear from Sanji's grip.

Sanji scratches his head as he thinks. He can't think of anything.

"Let her come down for dinner. We can ask her then. It might not be anything too serious and she might get over it. You know how girls can be." Sanji hears Zoro suggest, clearly thinking about Nami. Sanji gives Zoro the eye, but doesn't say anything because he knows the Marimo knows he disagrees with him when he talks badly of Nami, or any females for that matter. Nodding his head in agreement, since dinner is only a few minutes away, Sanji goes back to cooking.

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When she fails to show for dinner, Sanji and Zoro leave their plates and head to her room. Once they reach, Sanji tells Zoro to stay by the door, so she won't feel overwhelmed. Zoro frowns and huffs in irritation, because he doesn't agree, yet he doesn't argue with Sanji for the sake of their daughter.

Sanji opens the door slowly and steps in, leaving the door ajar as to not leave Zoro out.

Seated on her bed, is their small daughter, her shoulders are shaking slightly, meaning she is crying. Sanji bites his lower lip when he hears a pain sob escape her lips. When he steps closer, he can see that she has both hands gripping her green bangs tightly, almost pulling on them.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" Sanji asks as he sits next to her. Gently he places his hand on her back, only leaving it there when his touch did not warrant any negative response. He watches as she looks away from him. Though what makes his mouth drop open in surprise is what she says next.

"I want to cut my hair like Daddy's."

"What?!" Sanji instantly denies her. "No, you're not cutting your hair." The blonde feels his heart clench when she looks at him with sad green eyes, her lips tucked under her lips as her chin quiver, and her face red. "Girls should have beautiful long hair." Sanji tries to explain. "You're hair is pretty, why would you want to cut it?"

"It's hard to comb. And when it's hot, it's annoying." She says in between sniffles. "Please let me cut it." Her eyebrows crease when she sees Sanji shake his head, not giving in. Her teary eyes then go to Zoro who is standing behind of Sanji. She is not sure if he was standing there the whole time. She's scared he might have heard what she said. Not only will Papa be upset with her, but also Daddy.

"Cook. Leave me alone with her."

"Marimo, I have it." Sanji says, looking at Zoro, who is now standing next to him, his eyes on the little girl.

"Sanji." Zoro demands. "Trust me. Let me talk to her."

Sanji's eyes widen when he hears Zoro use his name. He knows that Zoro is serious, it's the only time Zoro would use his name. The blond cook stands up quickly, but stiffly. As he passes Zoro, he warns him against cutting her hair as he makes his exit. He will never forgive him if he does.

"Daddy." She says meekly when she is left alone with him. Though Zoro has never laid a hand on her, she has this immune respect for him. His eyes are intimidating, and his posture is always one of authority. The kids at school are scared of him, saying how unlucky she is to have Zoro has her father. A small smile takes her lips. They don't know how cuddly and nice he can be. And when he smiles it makes her want to smile as well.

"You said you want to cut your hair?" His deep baritone voice catches her attention.

The little girl nods her head slowly, scared that her father will get mad at her.

"Why?

"...I don't like long hair. I…" She sniffles, as she wipes her nose with her arm. "Don't like my hair. It's annoying, and it would look better short, like yours… I hate it." She whispers the last part.

Zoro nods once, his green eyes on his daughter's wavy green waist length hair.

When Sanji and Risa talked, and left him by the door, he heard what his daughter said, he went to the bathroom and got the electric shaver. He can hear Sanji outside the door, pacing back and forth, clearly worried about what was happening.

'Stupid blonde doesn't trust me.' Zoro thinks. He probably shouldn't.

"Turn around." Zoro orders.

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly turns her back to Zoro. She flinches when she hears the small device turn on. "It won't hurt, right, Daddy?"

"I promise I won't hurt you." Zoro says as he grabs her hair and pulls it back gently. From the outside, he can still hear Sanji walking back and forth.

Her body starts to tremble when she feels Zoro pull her hair back, ready to cut her long hair. The moment she sees green hair slowly drop to the floor, uncontrollable tears start to stream down her red cheeks. She can't hold back the loud sobs that wrack through her small body as she shakes her head.

Zoro turns off the machine and walks over to her, crouching down in front of her.

Pulling her hair over her shoulder and hugging it, her big green eyes widen when she feels that her hair feels the same length. Her green eyes then snap to Zoro, who has cut one side of his hair.

Daddy shaved one side of his head. The green hair on the floor is Daddy's.

"Are the kids at school teasing you?"

With trembling lips, she nods her head slowly. She closes her eyes when Zoro wipes her tears with his rough thumb. She's never seen him with that expression. Daddy has always been stoic, and she knows there are more expression that she has not seen before and will probably see as she ages. This is one of them. She doesn't know what that expression on Daddy means, but she does recognize it as sadness.

"I would have cut your hair... if that's what you really wanted. But that's not what you want. You cried so hard when you thought I had cut it. You're doing it for the wrong reason." The little girl looks at her father. "You don't ever change for society, they change for you or they will have to learn to live with you."

Her green eyes widen, as a few tears stream down her cheeks. "What about…"

"I'll have a talk with the school." Zoro says with a small smile. "Now go and eat. Your food will get cold."

"Thank you, Daddy." She says with a bright smile as she flings her arms around his neck and hugs him. She stays like that, hugging him, her eyes close tight for a few seconds, and then releasing him and runs out the door and heads downstairs.

Sanji enters the room shortly after, glancing over his shoulder, where his daughter ran off to. "She's happy. What did- What did you do to your hair!?" Sanji asks in disbelief, quickening his steps, when he sees the left side of Zoro's head shaved.

"Don't ask."

The blonde chef grabs Zoro's hand and drags him to the bathroom and sits him down on the chair. "I'm gonna even this out."

"Just shave the other side. I've always wanted to rock a Mohawk." Zoro says with a smirk, and looking at Sanji. But Sanji only frowns as he adjust Zoro head to look straight.

"No." He says straight forward. He passes his hand through Zoro's locks, feeling its smooth strands. He's going to miss this for a few weeks. He likes to pull on Zoro's hair when they are having sex. He guess no sex for a few weeks. Zoro will be mad, but his hair grows at a fast rate so he will just have to live with it.

"Thank you for not cutting her hair." He whispers as he wraps a towel around the other's neck.

Zoro leans in his chair. He would have cut it if she really didn't want her hair. When he saw her tears, he knew she loves her hair. But she wants to be accepted. For that reason alone he did not cut it. He won't allow her to cut her hair for the wrong reason.

Sanji flicks on the clippers and does the other side, continuing around the back because no way in hell is he letting his husband have a Mohawk. He finishes quickly, leaving the hair on top so that when he passes his hand he can still feel Zoro's soft hair, even though the sides and back are really short. Now that he looks at Zoro's head, he can see the crown, where his hair starts to grow.

Zoro turns to the mirror and inspects his new do. The chef did a great job making it even, but did the blonde really have to make him look like Ricky Martin with this Ivy League hair style? Well, whatever. It would grow back in a few weeks anyway. He could live with that.

"Thanks, Cook."

"No, Marimo…" Sanji says leaning over his shoulder and giving him a kiss. "Thank you."

A/N: Have to keep reminding myself this is not an angst fic. Hope you liked. Please Review. XD