Me: I just wanna say, SpiritedObession...I KNOWWWWWW THEY'RE KINDA OOC! Sorry ^.^ that's just how it came out. I picture Zoro a completely different person when love is involved because he's normally this manly "I don't give a damn about anything but nakama" and now he's feeling SO MANY EMOTIONS. So yeah, again, sorry. I'll try to get back into the groove.
Mid: Disclaimer: I own nothing but Yudo. I take full responsiblity for that sicko.
Where's Zoro, Err, Zoros?
It was weird, Nami thought, like pointlessly weird. It was as if the doubles and younger switched who they practically stalked. Young Zoro now spent every waking moment with Young Sanji, and vise versa, as well as the olders. The sniper and navigator couldn't express their confusion enough, but thankfully the event relieved them of their time paradox worries. No more hoping the world would be normal and not overrun by mutated plants when they woke up, that's for sure. Nami thought nothing of it; only perfectly fine, harmless, friendly male bonding. However, she soon found out that was hardly the case. On Day 10, the navigator heard some disturbing words seep from the storage room that night. She made the voice out to be Sanji and Zoro; which ones, she couldn't tell. All she knew was someone yelled, and then the words "You'll spoil the damn food" came after. She suddenly didn't feel like taking the tangerines Sanji offered her the next morning.
On Day 12 of olders' arrival, the Straw Hat crew was attacked by a fleet of Marine ships. Usopp spotted the closing-in vessels from the crow's nest in the morning, crying out for everyone to ready themselves. Zoro and Sanji grinned knowingly at each other when the sniper shouted, "It's Minchey!"
Ah, yes. The older cook and swordsman knew this memory well. With the food shortage happening, Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp complained and moped around the deck claiming that they were starving and such. The young blonde openly gave Robin food on a platter, and then the three boys bitched and moaned about where the hell their food was. Then there were some tickles, and Nami's outraged ranting that they had bigger problems to worry about than tickle-fights and being hungry. The young swordsman tells the fuming navigator to pay attention to the course, which is filled with fog, whirlpoors, reefs, and possibly even more dangers. With a smirk, Nami directed Zoro and the older swordsman (much to their surprise) to steer the rudder into the absolute deathtraps. The Marine ships eventually crashed into a nearby reef while the Merry sailed into the unknown fog.
"You know," the older cook said, blowing out a puff of smoke, though it couldn't be seen, "knowing what happens next is kinda like cheating."
Robin nodded and smiled, "Just be sure not to do anything too differently."
"OF COURSE, MY FLOWER KNOWS BEST AFTER ALL~!"
The archaeologist simply giggled, "Kenshi-san would murder you if that continues." Sanji waved her off with a smile of his own. Zoro wouldn't mind if he treated the ladies the same as he always does, right? Women deserve that kind of praise; not that the marimo would know! Sanji thoughtfully considered this possibility, it was obvious that Zoro quickly became jealous of himself before (Sanji still believes he's a dumbass for that), so would the love-cook directing his affections to Nami and Robin be efficiently worse? Probably, though it was still quite difficult to tell.
Once the Merry docked at the shore of the supposedly uncharted island, the male crew members bonelessly plodded down the gangplank in search of food and water. The navigator clapped her hands together for attention, which she was profusely denied. Irritably, Nami grabbed the incoherently mumbling boys and reindeer by their shirt collars (or in Chopper's case, his antlers) and threw them far into the ocean, making them skip along the surface like rocks. Robin had the pleasure of fishing them out later, but she purposely took her time to enjoy the amusing moment.
"I'm not completely sure about this island, so finding food might be inevitable. Robin and I will look around a bit more. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper, you'll try to find local people if there are any. Sanji-kuns and Zoros, hunt for anything edible for tonight. Meet back at the ship in no more than three hours. Maybe you can put those giant toothpicks to work, Zoros," Nami mocked flatly.
"Bite me, bitch."
"Fuck you, sea hag."
Two dress shoes swung at full speed towards the Zoros' heads, which they successfully dodged in time. The older swordsman grinned proudly at his younger-self; two years later and he's still as sharp as a tack. The older blonde growled lowly and kicked Zoro's ankle, making him howl in pain and quickly cradle it. Young Sanji did the same, but instead of a measly ankle, it was the young swordsman's ass. The hiss that accompanied the kick was as shocked as they come. "H-Hey!"
Young Sanji ignored him with a scowl, muttering something about it being okay to abuse his own property. Usopp laughed loudly at that, his dripping wet clothes sticking to his skin. The older swordsman sneered in his direction; a smirk curling on his lips from a funny idea. Tapping Wadou's hilt, Zoro sighed sadly and looked at the older blonde. "You know," he fake sobbed, "I'm gonna miss that guy. Usopp was a great man."
Sanji chuckled, "Yeah, if only that Sea King hadn't dragged him off the Merry." The sniper's legs shook uncontrollably as tears flowed down his face. Running away from the Going Merry and into forest, he screamed, "I'M TOO YOUNG; MERRY PROTECT ME!" Zoro and Sanji couldn't hold in their cruel laughter, and neither could the youngers. Sure, Usopp thought he was going to die now, but that was nothing new. He should have died years ago with all those damn scaredy-cat diseases.
As Nami and Robin went around the impending bushes and trees, Luffy and Chopper debated whether or not they should locate a screaming Usopp. Suddenly, a small billy-goat emerged from the bushel; tiny horns pointing menacing outward. Zoro's eye widened as soon as he remembered who the target was. "Oi, Luffy. Sidestep," he warned. The captain frowned with a look that purely spoke 'why'. The first mate didn't even get a chance to push the rubber brained moron out of the way before the baby goat charged with a deep roaring growl. Luffy, too engrossed by the creature's cuteness, was flung surprisingly far into the grassy field. "BAAA!"
"WAAA! Naughty lambbbb!"
The blondes shook their heads in hopelessness as the doctor scolded the baby and taking off in the direction of the captain. If Nami-san wanted them to go hunting, what would they need from the ship as essentials? Hm, possibly some rope, barrels in case they found fresh water; either Zoro could carry the unlucky beast. Young Sanji headed back towards the ship, along with the older, but soon realized something urgently important. They would have left the Zoros by their selves, which only meant trouble. The younger cook spun around to tell them to stay their asses put, but instead met a single leaf blowing in the wind. He growled lowly, ignoring the questionable gaze he received from his older-self. Those dumbasses. Where could they have disappeared to in five damn seconds?
XVX
Zoro groaned; the back of his head felt like it was on fire. What the hell happened? One minute he's watching Sanji's back, the next he's in some sort of gigantic bird's nest, except on the ground. It was covered and hidden by tree branches mostly, and perhaps a few big leaves. Something brushed his foot, and then to his utter shock and panic, Zoro realized his boots were off. Along with his damn kimono and...where the hell was his swords?! And haramaki? His fucking pants, too, for that matter. He glanced beside him and saw his younger-self in the same situation. Luckily they still had on their boxers, thank goodness. "What the fuck?" Young Zoro hissed, trying to wiggle his wrists out of his oddly strong bounds. The older didn't even notice he was tied up as well, thinking about how fucking nude he suddenly was.
"What is this?" the younger muttered, "I can't break out."
"Probably because you're still training. Watch this." Zoro yanked his wrists apart, or so he thought. He squirmed and grunted in annoyance until his face was bright red from exhaustion. Zoro huffed in defeat and leaned against the nest's edge, trying to even out his breathing.
"I'm watching," the teen mused. Zoro would have flipped him off, but he settled for sticking his tongue out childishly.
"I'm used to my prey screaming in fear; you two are rather different, aren't you?"
The swordsmen's eyes darted over towards the voice, and widened greatly at the word 'prey'. Normally, they would have fought anyone who dared to call Roronoa Zoro that, but with their feet and hands bound and no chance of escape, they more than likely might be just that. A tall man pushed a branch out of the way and smirked at his recent capture. His hair was quite a dark brown, but couldn't be mistaken for black in a million years. Grey eyes challengingly pierced the swordsmen's own as the man walked closer towards them. Zoro wanted to cut that damn cocky look into pieces, which immediately reminded him. "Oi, where the hell are my katana?" he spat.
The man quirked a thin eyebrow at him, "Swords? Ah, yes. They looked interesting enough to keep around, and maybe sell. Why are you so worried? It is not like you're going to ever use them again, right?"
"Oh, I will. And your ass is what I'll use them on," the teen growled.
"My name is not 'your ass', kid. It is Yudo, but you won't be calling me that." The irritating smirk grew, much to Zoro's dismay, and Yudo bent over the younger; cradling his head in his palms as the teen tried his damnedest to lean away. A long tongue slithered out of Yudo's grinning mouth and teasingly circled Young Zoro's earlobe. "Because you'll be calling me master," he purred seductively, roughly shoving the moss-covered head away. Utterly disgusted, Young Zoro grunted from the force his neck was put through, and scowled furiously. Yudo chuckled darkly at their identical surprised expressions; stroking the teen's soft hair against his will. "I ate the Hebi-Hebi Fruit; I'm a snake man. Normally, I'd stick to rodents and other small animals, but every so often human flesh is a delicacy. However, I think I'd like to sample my meal before completely devouring it."
That bastard. The older swordsman recalled the way Yudo's reptilian tongue felt; warm, wet, rough, and slippery. He wanted to vomit, and no doubt his younger-self wanted to as well. He found himself silently pleading for Sanji, Luffy, hell, Usopp to save them before this thing went any further.