HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's 2015 already. Wow!

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False Identity: Chapter 4: She Fell for It.

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"This is stupid! Where did it go?"

A swordsman made his way down a ramp at the dock trying to find the Thousand Sunny that he was sure had been there just a few moments ago, and now was no where to be seen. He was certain it had been in the space between the large red ship and the small fishing boat.

He grew impatient and trying running down the dock in order to find the ship faster, but that only made him feel even more lost. After he slowed down again and was just being to enjoy the normal hustle and bustle around him, he began thinking about a certain young woman with memory loss.

What if she never got her memories back?

He sighed and scowled at how much she had recently been occupying his thoughts. She had been confusing him a lot recently. What with pretending she was his friend and acting like she knew him, he was surprised to find himself actually enjoying her company.

She seemed to ask all the right questions and spoke in a deliberate and direct manner, always getting to a very precise point. Zoro liked it. She acted very innocently, and often on the spur of the moment, which caused her to make a lot of brilliant mistakes and almost disasters.

He laughed at the memory of what she had done on arrival. As she had yelled at a passerby thinking he was Luffy.

Unlike Nami and Robin who seemed to have a look that made them appear like they were up to some devious, diabolical plan, this copy of Kuina was anything but. She was carefree, honest, and just… something else.

Zoro shook his head and moved on further into town hoping that he might come across one of the others. Zoro's mind wondered off as well to a place where he was imagining the best location for an epic showdown with Mihawk.

'At sea Or inland? Cliffs or forest?'

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Sooner rather than later Zoro arrived back at the beach having not really explored that much of the town, if any of it. He made his way to pier overlooking the beautiful harbor and began exploring the lower gangways that were wet and held a slightly green appearance in them. It was here that he noticed just how many boats the harbor had and how rich the salty air made his lungs feel. He could almost taste it with a breath.

Fishing. Looks good. I could do with some fish right now.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

This would be a good spot to do some training.

Disrupting his calm, he heard a scream coming from above him. As soon as he opened his eyes he witnessed the person, whom had previously occupied his thoughts, splashing into the sea in front of him.

What the hell is wrong with her? Can't she stay out of trouble for more than a few minutes? She's about as troublesome as Luffy.

He waited for her head to bop out from under the water and then held out his hand.

"Oh! Zoro. Hi!" She said surprised, and then groaned at his expression of disapproval as he took her hand and yanked her out of the water.

"Yeah, hi. What sort-of stupid activity were you doing this time that would make you fall off the pier?" He moved her away from the edge and taking her jump jacket off her soaked shoulders, started wringing all the absorbed salt water out of it back into the sea.

"Well I was just looking at the view and some of the architecture, but I supposed I must have tripped over something. I was quite sure that the entire place was enclosed, so I don't know how I could have fallen." She shook her head and dragged her fingers through her hair trying to get the salt water and hair out of her face, wringing her hair of it's excess water at the same time.

Zoro smirked. "Knowing you I'm surprised you didn't take down the whole level with you."

"Hump!" She pouted, and sat down with a great swilchy, swashy sound, as she then proceeded to take off her shirt and her boots that were as wet on the inside as on the outside.

"So what are you doing on the pier then, since you obviously didn't come to look at the architecture?" Tashigi asked.

"I was looking at the fishing boats, watching them catch a load."

"Really?" she looked up to see what he could have found so interesting, and saw a small boat not to far off with what looked like a father and a son on it. Both had fishing poles and both sat in a slouch looking deep in thought and not talking to one another.

She looked back at Zoro, "Seems exciting."

"No! I was looking at the one before them. He left just before you face-planted the water!"

"Okay! Okay." She said halting the creation of another possible argument for arguments sake.

"It's a nice town isn't it?" she said starting up a new conversation.

"I guess, if you like this sort of place."

"I do." Tashigi informed him. "It feels like … I don't know, home."

"Phhh!" Zoro snorted. "I thought we had established that you didn't remember where you came from."

"Oh dear here you go again." She sighed. "You know what I think you must have suffered a lot as a child to make you so increasing miserable and suspicious."

Zoro smirked and leaned back against one of the cold, wet, and huge beams holding up the pier. "Well at least one of us is. If you were a marine you would probably be stupid enough to not recognize to a wanted outlaw, offer him a job, and probably give him free advice on what sort of weaponry he should buy."

"Shut up! I wouldn't do that."

"Well I think it highly possible." And so true, this is priceless.

"Well I'm going to get some food and try and dry off my clothes." Tashigi said turning away and throwing her still damp hair over her shoulder. "You hungry?"

"Yeah, okay I'll join you." He was feeling a bit hungry.

She moved ahead a few paces before looking back over her shoulder and waited for him. She had heard from the others that Zoro was not the best person to have follow you, and extremely easy to lose. She asked a passing fisherman the location of a good seafood restaurant and he gave her directions, but not before Zoro took note of how the much older mans eyes wandered over her body in approval. She seemed to take no notice of this, or quite possibly didn't have a clue it was happening, and left him with a smile.

While following close behind Zoro did take note of what the fisherman might have liked about his companion. Her wet hair, clothes, and yet cheerful behavior showed off a carefree and joyful spirit that was somewhat lacking in a lot of the townsfolk. Despite living in such an abundant wealth and beauty the people seemed to appear overwhelmingly depressed for no other reason than it seemed to be popular to be so. He also took note of how pretty she looked with longer hair. How it now stuck to her uncovered shoulders. And how good she looked with a tank top on. It suited her more than the large shirt did. That being it fitted her perfectly, and when wet had become just a little transparent.

They made their way to an old and rustic-looking café that was called 'The Red Sea Cafe'. And true to its name it had a lot of red items on the menu, red salmon, red crabs, red shell fish, red eel, red shark,… the list went on, even the table wear was red. But it held it's own interesting charm and the colour wasn't too overbearing. The view was fantastic, overlooking the sea and having windows large enough to allow the afternoon light to come in threw diamond-shaped paneling of the window and bounce off all the metallic object in the café.

Zoro liked it. It made him feel in a good mood, and ready for a good meal, or a good fight whatever came first.

"Well this is great." Tashigi sat down and pick up her menu and held it close to her face. She began reading aloud the ones that she thought sounded the best not really considering if Zoro wanted the information or not.

"Why are you holding it so close to your face?" Zoro tipped down the top half of the menu.

"Well because it goes out of focus if it's too far back." She sighed. "I can see things quite clearly when they are far off or when they are very near, but I'm finding it difficult to see items between the distance of half a meter to three meters."

"So in other words you can't see me."

"No, I can see you. I can see the outline of you and the colour of your hair, but it's just a little bit blurry. That's all." She shrugged it off as if it was no big deal.

Zoro frowned. He couldn't believe how someone could manage to not get lost with such a terrible eyesight. She has it rough.

"Why don't you consider getting glasses?"

"I don't know maybe some day."

"I would find it really annoying if I couldn't see where I was going."

"Well it's a good thing you're not me then isn't it."

"Humh." Zoro leaned back in his chair and took one glance at the menu and decided he would try the red Eel and get a bottle of sake. And then reverted his gaze back to his companion. "You decided?"

"Not yet."

"Waiter!" Zoro waved at a man in a suit walking by. Looks like sanji.

"I said, Not Yet!" Tashigi carried on looking over the menu and reading all the discriptions and ingredients.

..I minute later

..2 minutes later

"Oooh! I like the sound of the 'Prawns in spiced fruits'."

"Good." Zoro turned round in his chair again. "Oi Waiter we're ready!"

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Zoro hadn't realized how much he had missed eating slowly, buying his own food and booze, and not have to worry about whether or not someone might try and steal it from his plate. He was onto his third bottle of sake now and the staff were beginning to give him some quire looks. As if he cared.

He was too busy listening to Tashigi. She could make any mundane, boring activity look dashingly brilliant and exciting and he found that he liked listening to her. And she seemed to like talking and being listened to so she carried on. She had a very pretty face. He didn't remember Kuina smiling as much as Tashigi did. She was a very serious girl, not that Tashigi wasn't she was just in a different way at different occasions. He could just imagine how Kuina might have responded if he had told her he liked her. He smirked at the memories of some of the guys telling Kuina they wanted to marry her when they grew up. She did not want any of that. She couldn't if she wanted to be the world's greatest swordsman.

How would Tashigi react.

"Hey! You want some more of this?" Zoro took the bottle of sake from his mouth and poured some into the recently emptied glass infront of her.

"Thanks Zoro. Aren't you being a gentleman today?" She lifted her glass up in thanks and gulped down half of its contents. When she placed it back on the table she carried on her story and Zoro topped up her glass again. He wasn't quite sure why he felt like doing it. He was just in a really good mood and felt like sharing his booze, which he thought was very odd.

He noticed how much her clothes had dried off, how much prevening sunlight was coming through the window, and how good she looked with pink cheeks and slightly matted, still salty hair.

He wondered for one of the many first times that evening, maybe he should forget about finding the 'Sunny tonight. Maybe, he could drink stay and drink another bottle. Maybe, he could hang out some more with this Kuina want-to-be. Maybe, for today he'll forget how much she originally hated him and how much she reminded him of … Maybe, he'll tell her the Truth. Maybe, she will forgive him. Maybe, she will confess to him that she liked him. Maybe, he will find someplace to stay for the night.

He found himself slouching back into his seat getting ready to order some more food and drink when one of the staff members asked them to kindly leave because they needed the table. And before Zoro could come up with a good argument about how he wanted more to drink Tashigi had paid for the meal, put on her shirt that had dried on the back of her chair, and easily pulled Zoro out of the exit.

It was a cold night but Zoro wasn't feeling it. He looked down at his companion with she poked him in the ribs.

"So where do you want to go to next?" She leaned into his side heavily and Zoro found his arm acting of it's own accord and wrapping itself round her waist stopping her from falling.

"I feel like getting some more booze."

"No-o. we can do that later." Tashigi probably thought she sounded very sophiscated but she was slurring a few of her words and her feet weren't that steady. "I want to go and see a blacksmiths or some other place like that."

"No. The sun's going in. Those sort of shops will be closing soon we can look tomorrow."

"Okay, where?" She pulled out of Zoro's light embrace and grabbed his hand instead tugging him down the street. "Where do you want to go?"

"You want me to pay for a room?" Zoro couldn't believe he had been so stupidly straight forward. He felt an irritating blush spread over his cheeks. Damn it, why did I have to say it that way. There's no way she going too…

"Okay."f

"What?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Where do you want to stay?" Is she just too innocent to not recognise what I was trying to put forward.

"So… you want a room in a hotel or …"

"Yes."

"Just us."

"Sure."

"Okay." With renewed confidence Zoro lightly squeezed Tashigi's hand and carried on down the street looking around for a building with the signs outside that indicated they were offering nightly accommodations.

It had been so long since Zoro had been interested in anyone this way he felt rather nervous and excited. What was going to happen next?

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Well, I wonder.

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