AN: this one is a bit longer, so I hope you'll enjoy it! And maybe make my day by leaving a comment? :D

The following weeks Zoro and I developed some sort of routine for our daily lives. We worked at the Baratie together almost every day. Not that anyone let Zoro actually handle the food, let alone bring the dishes to the right table, but there was still plenty of work to be done.

Whenever we weren't working we would just hang out together somewhere. Zoro kept sleeping in my car most of the time, but sometimes, when I was abolutely sure my father was asleep or when he wasn't home, I would smuggle him in my room. There, we could talk the whole night together, although Zoro fell asleep pretty fast every time.

It felt really good having him there en we got along so well. I noticed I slept way better when the stupid grasshead was lying on a matress on the ground next to me. On such nights, I didn't have that much nightmares. On such nights, I developed feelings I never knew I had, and it was hard to keep myself from staring at the sleeping man. I wasn't quite sure what those feelings meant though, so I tried to ignore them as much as I could.

Since I met Zoro, my whole life got so much better. Of course, all of this was way too good to have lasted this long without anything bad happening, but I ignored the irritating voice in my head that was saying it, trying to live my days with Zoro to the fullest. It wasn't long before those sweet days were interrupted violently though…

It happened on a tuesday night. I got home from work earlier that day then expected. I would pick up Zoro as soon as he was done with his shift, but that wouldn't be before another hour or two, so I decided to take a shower first.

When I got out I started walking to the kitchen, planning to make some food for my precious little sister. I got downstairs and saw that my father was talking to some men at the front door of our house. I walked closer to get a better look, but the conversation stopped when I arrived.

I saw three men standing just outside our house. They wore long, black coats and their eyes looked very unfriendly. My father looked at me.

"Go away Sanji, I'm handling some business here."

I knew exactly what kind of 'business' he meant. Those guys were definitely mafia that I knew my father had some kind of relation with, although I didn't know any details. I decided leaving things alone here would indeed be the best option. The tension in the air was almost visible, and I saw tiny drops of sweat on my fathers forehead.

At that moment, Yui came running out of the kitchen and clamped to my leg.

"Sanji! Make me some ice cream!"

She demanded with an enormous smile.

"Ehm, just a moment Yui", I said, while striking her hair.

She ran towards our father, ignoring the men outside the door.

"Daddy! Come play with me!"

My father seemed shocked because of the unexpected interruptions and nervously looked at the three men.

"Aren't you a beautiful girl", one of them said with a voice I didn't like one bit. "So that's your daddy here huh?"

He got an evil smile on his face.

"Take this as a warning, old man," he said, while taking a gun out of his pocket.

"NO!" I screamed, while I was watching the scene that was unfolding before my eyes.

My father just stood there, with a terrified look on his face while the gun was pointed at his daughter. She looked at me, probably wondering why I yelled, not aware of the danger before her. I tried to move, but my body was frozen.

I wanted to run towards her and take my precious little sister in my arms and guard her from all evil that could possibly harm her, but I wasn't able to do anything. I could only watch, while I saw my worst nightmare come true right in front of me.

"YUI!"

-BANG-

No. This couldn't be. She couldn't be falling. Her body didn't hit the ground with the soft sound of flesh against stone. God please god no. I saw everything happen through a blurry slowmotion. The men left. My father kept standing at the door. My sisters body lay by his feet, surprised eyes still focused on me.

I felt my body starting to move towards them, completely automatically. I knelt beside her little body and took her in my arms. There were no tears. I was screaming like hell internally, but nothing of that was able to come out. I could only stare at her in disbelief, while my hands moved on their own and closed her eyes.

Finally, my father moved and took a step backwards. I felt that he wasn't able to look at us, his children, violently ripped apart from each other.

"Sanji." He said, with a cold, emotionless voice. "Clean that up, will you?"

He started walking away, upstairs, to his office. I couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe what I just heard, what he just said. Sanji. Clean that up, will you. Like she was some spilled soup or something.

My body was still moving on it's own. I was unable to control my actions. I would've hit my father probably, or something far worse, but in this state, I wasn't capable at all to do any of such things. I moved through a blurr and vaguely remembered carying her carefully to the garden, where I started digging a grave.

I didn't know what else to do. I took her in my arms one last time, and I wished I could at least spill some tears for her, but that seemed to be impossible. I hugged her tightly before placing her in the cool earth. After I filled the hole again, I layed a flower on top of it. One rose. A white one. Her favorite.

I was still in shock and had no idea what to do next, but I knew that staying at this place would drive my completely insane, so I started walking away from it. The walking changed into running. I was running as fast as I could, and was asking myself where to.

There is only one thing to run to. Zoro.

It was the only thing in my mind that made any sense at all and it was the only thing I could think of.

Zoro. Zoro. I need him.

I needed him so much and I kept running until I arrived at the Baratie. I bursted through the doors and headed towards the kitchen. Luckily, he was there. I don't remeber what he was doing, but as soon as he saw me, shaking and trembling, breathless and with panicked eyes, he looked at his boss.

"I'm gonna go home a little bit earlier today sir", he said.

Zeff gave me a quick look and nodded at Zoro.

He pulled me off the ground, and into his firm arms. I burried my head in his shirt while he walked us out of the restaurant.

"Zoro." I whispered.

"Shh, I'm here Sanji", he said, while lightly cuddling my head with his.

I felt so safe like this. I just wanted to fall asleep in his arms and never wake up again. Zoro walked us to a nearby hotel. We didn't speak a word all the way, and I was thankfull that he didn't ask me any questions yet, as I was still trying to sort things out in my head. He would need to know soon though.

At the service desk, I felt him searching my pocket for my ID. He showed it to the person behind the desk, who was suddenly very much willing to give us any room we wanted after reading my name. After all, my father was still a very important figure in the area.

Zoro took us to a small yet very comfortable room and sat down on the bed, still holding me. He took my head in his hands and looked me in my eyes, until I started to calm down a little and wasn't breathing as heavily and irregularly as before anymore.

"What happened, Sanji?"

Hearing him saying my name with his deep, calm voice helped me clearing my head a little.

"She's dead," I said softly.

It was the only thing that I could get out, but when I said it, it made me actually realise what had happened. And finally, the tears came. I wasn't able to held back any of it. Not anymore. I cried like I hadn't done since I was four years old. The water was gushing out from my eyes and dripped on Zoro's shirt while I was shaking all over my body.

He was gently rubbing my back, trying to comfort me, and I was so overwhelmed with all the feelings inside of me. Feelings I realised that had been there all the time, never being aware of them.

I felt so much anger towards my father, who had just tossed us aside while he was still grieving, giving me so much responsibility while I needed comfort. I felt deep sadness for my beloved mother. I cried for her too, because I never had had the chance before. I felt shame, for not standing up against my father, and telling him that he should take care of us again.

And I felt… love. I looked up and stared into the calm, dark eyes of the grasshead. I had loved him all along, I knew now. I had just ignored those feelings, just like the rest. He looked back at me while I brought my face closer to his.

I touched his warm lips with mine and when he didn't resist, I continued. While we were kissing, I felt warm, and complete. It felt so… right. All my other feelings disappeared while we were laying next to each other, him holding me in his arms, his warm body pressed against mine. He was the only thing in my mind, everything around me seemed to be removed from existence.

Zoro. I thought.

Zoro.

AN: I'm so sorry for writing this T_T but I love it! My mind is fucked up lol.