Beware of pirates swearing like, well... pirates. A bit late saying that, but better late than never.
SABAODY
"So where are we going to find somebody for me to fight?" Zoro crossed his arms in a defensive gesture mostly as he slouched after Robin and Chopper through the streets of Sabaody Archipelago.
The place was very big, crowded and absolutely confusing, something the two Strawhats knew very well that their green haired charge could not handle in the best of circumstances so they resolved to keep a very close eye on him and make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Robin could see his obvious discomfort from his posture alone, but she didn't make any attempt at starting a conversation. They had other problems to deal with now.
"Leave that to me." She informed, her eyes trained on the crowd.
It was Chopper's turn to keep watch on Zoro and the reindeer had had the brilliant idea of climbing on the man's shoulders. Of course, Zoro being the big softie he really is at heart, helped Chopper right up. Now she could do her job without distractions.
"You will wait for me here. Understood?" She gestured towards a building on a distant cliff.
Zoro squinted his eye to read the sign while Chopper brightened and smiled.
"I can't wait to see Shakky again! Come on, Zoro! Let's go there."
Eyebrows raised at the apparent joy of seeing a particularly rundown building, the swordsman sighed and, after a last glance at Robin, started walking towards Shakky's Rip-off bar.
The little bell above the door clinked at their entrance and he was pleasantly surprised to see that the interior was a lot nicer.
"Welcom-Oh, my. It's certainly something to see you here, Zoro." A black haired woman smoking a cigarette said from behind the bar. Her eyes studied him for a moment before she smiled. "Hello there, Chopper. A glass of milk?"
The reindeer nodded in excitement and climbed down from his perch. Zoro watched him skip happily towards the bar and sit down on a stool before proceeding to do the same, albeit hesitantly.
"Why so tense, swordsman?" The older woman smirked and Zoro was suddenly even more uncomfortable.
His jaw set, but he refused to answer her.
Shakky raised an eyebrow at the display.
"There's been a problem, Shakky. But don't worry, we'll figure it out!" Chopper assured her, sipping his milk happily.
The woman did not look too convinced, but nodded and asked him if he wanted something to drink.
"Rayleigh isn't here?"
The bartender shook her head and said with an apologetic smile as she prepared Zoro's drink.
"He still hasn't returned yet. Last time, he was being sold to an auction before I heard he was seen swimming towards the Calm Belt, but I think he took a detour to Raftel sometime in between." She tapped her chin thoughtfully and Chopper laughed. Zoro was partially impressed, though he still didn't know if positively or not.
"I see he's still as lively as always!" The doctor's face softened for a moment before melting into a serious mask. "Right." He finished his drink quickly and started digging through his backpack.
Zoro watched him warily and he noticed the bartender looked curious as well.
Out of all the things Chopper could take out from there, it was a brush and an inkwell.
"The hell you want to do with those?" The green haired man asked incredulously.
"Simple. We need to send the others a message. And you are going to be the sheet for that."
Before Zoro could open his mouth and demand some more concrete answers, Chopper pointed to the sofa in the corner and ordered.
"Sit down there and stay still! I have to be careful to make it clear and nice."
Shakky giggled at the sight of the green haired swordsman and his awkward looks as he sat down and let the reindeer draw on his arm. By the end of ten minutes, Zoro's right forearm was covered by two numbers and three letters.
"What the hell kind of message is this?" Zoro muttered, studying the drawings curiously.
"Something you would know about if you would have lived it." Shakky's off-hand comment made both Strawhats turn towards her with equal expressions of shock. She lifted an eyebrow.
"What? You didn't think I'd realize it?" A laugh. "I know my usual customers very well and I know Zoro's usual attitude and drink of choice. Someone who is a regular customer like him wouldn't take so much time to think of what to order."
Chopper nodded at her argument, but the swordsman was not so quick to trust her. "Now wait a damn minute! What business do you have with us anyway?"
The doctor gasped. "Zoro, how dare you! Shakky's always been our best contact here and she helps us when we are in a pinch!"
"And how the hell do you want me to know that?!" The man roared, his temple twitching. "You haven't told me a damn thing about this freaking future!" His mouth snapped shut when he realized what he'd just said.
"Ah, so you are from the past! Now everything makes sense." Shakky exhaled, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Good going, Zoro." Chopper pouted and Zoro wanted to tear his hair out.
"You are the one not telling me anything! You and Robin!"
"Robin is with you?" Shaky asked amiably.
The doctor returned to his seat and nodded. "Yes. This was the problem, Shakky. We are trying to get Zoro back to the past. Robin thinks we can bring Luffy back, too!"
The bartender hummed. "I see."
"What do you think, Shakky?" Wide, innocent eyes locked on hers. "Is Luffy really coming back?"
The older woman considered this for a moment. "Anything is possible. Luffy-kun will always do whatever he wants, that is for sure. But seeing as Zoro's past self is here somehow, I believe that he might be at fault for the disturbance." She smiled warmly at the Zoan Fruit user. "You just have to keep believing in your captain."
Chopper nodded again and busied himself with his backpack. Zoro shook his head and sighed. This was getting more and more confusing.
"Thank you for looking after them, Shakky. I will get them off your hands now." Robin almost giggled at the nasty look Zoro was throwing her.
Shakky offered a grin in return. "Sure thing. I'll be waiting for you to return along with Monkey-chan next time."
Both archaeologist and doctor nodded and they were off on the streets of Sabaody again.
"Where to?" The swordsman asked when the silence became too much for him.
"I've found you quite a convenient opponent. Normally he wouldn't be any challenge to you, but I think you will find him a suitable enemy for now." She explained as they made their way towards Grove 15. "I have also contacted someone working for the newspaper, so you should expect that, too."
"Why?" Zoro inquired out of pure curiosity.
"Because we need to send the others a message. I see Chopper has done a good job in writing it." Robin eyed the letters appraisingly and the reindeer wiggled happily. "After the duel is finished, he'll take a photo of you holding Luffy's hat with those words in sight and hopefully we'll get the message across."
Zoro nodded and crossed his arms again, looking around studiously. The places gradually descended into more chaos and rundown buildings with the occasional brawl in the middle of the street. They continued on in silence for ten more minutes before coming across a desolate bar at the end of the main street.
Robin did not hesitate in stepping through the door with a whispered "Remember to look tough, mister swordsman."
All laughter inside ceased at the sight of them and most people at the tables stood up, looking as unwelcoming as the bar's title, The Black Death.
Zoro watched a man stand up much more slowly than the others, taking deliberately large steps towards them that were probably meant to be threatening, if it weren't for the obvious fact that the guy was well on his way to being totally drunk. The swordsman almost scrunched his nose up in frustration. That annoying woman had fixed him up with an idiot!
This duel would definitely be a waste of time, he thought derisively.
The green haired man forced that particular thought wave to an abrupt stop and he swore inside his mind. He didn't have time for real fights and of course Robin knew that very well and has taken the necessary steps to ensure that he would win this, however bad he moved in his future self's body. It was almost laughable, but Zoro knew he had to deal with this without any problems and make sure he managed to return in his time.
"So this is the great... Pirate Hunter," the man's eyes glinted with a manic light in the dim lamps of the bar, "Roronoa Zoro!"
His yell bounced off the walls and many of the pirates inside chuckled mindlessly. They created quite a bothersome sound to Zoro's ears.
"Yes and you are the nameless thug." The swordsman grunted in reply, making silence descent once again. He saw Robin's shoulders shake slightly and couldn't resist the urge to roll his eye.
That woman!
"We can skip past the friendly chat. I've got places to be." Zoro smirked at the dark scowl on the guy's face and he rested his hand on the hilts of his katana. He let the guy lead the way to the back of the bar and into a courtyard on the other side of the establishment. It wasn't much, but it'll do.
"Let's see if I can take the head of the world's greatest swordsman today, boys!" His muddy brown haired opponent declared for the enjoyment of the substantial crowd.
Rolling his eye once again – he was doing that quite a lot actually – Zoro immediately slipped into an attack stance, but let the ambitious guy make the first move.
He chose Shuusui for the moment, anxious to feel the new sword his future self had acquired. Robin had said it was a cursed sword, something that made him even more curious about its attack prowess. It flowed smoothly, but it seemed the archaeologist has been right once again. His body was heavier and his reflexes, while honed to a perfect reaction time, were slipping and making his attacks sloppier because of the added muscle weight that Zoro hadn't learned yet to control.
Gritting his teeth in exasperation – because something as impossible and stupid like time travelling could only happen to him of all people in the wide fucking world – he unsheathed Sandai Kitetsu as well and pared another incoming barrage of cuts.
"What's wrong, swordsman?" The brown haired guy taunted. "Can't see you trying!"
A green eyebrow twitched. "Taka Nami!"
Despite the successfully landed attack, Zoro somehow managed to trip on thin air – or on his own body. This and the jarring of the crowd only served to add another twitch to his temple. Deciding that enough was freaking enough the swordsman unsheathed Wado Ichimonji and placed it in his mouth.
"Look at this, boys! He's got no swords left! Is he getting serious or desperate, eh?" His opponent smirked, though his eyes narrowed when the green headed oaf didn't respond to his insults.
"Let's get one thing clear before any of these idiots get the wrong idea." Zoro growled, his shoulders dropping and body almost looking like it was curling into itself. "The only reason I've accepted to fight with you was because she," an index finger detached from the hilt of its sword and pointed at Robin's amused face, "was lost on other ideas and losers I could fight. Get serious?" He snorted, straightened his back and stepped forward, disappearing as fast as the blowing breeze.
"Oni Giri!"
The brown haired man saw when Zoro had moved, but it was to no avail in the end since he didn't manage to block the incoming strike. In a gruesome splash of blood that sent the whole crowd cheering, he slumped to the ground in a heap and lay unmoving.
"You couldn't kill my boredom." The green haired pirate whispered against Wado's hilt and he felt the sword hum in agreement.
"That was quite the show, Kenshi-san." Robin's eyes twinkled, but Zoro found that he didn't have the energy left to say a few choice words in return.
While Chopper continued to fuss over his probably open injuries, a thin, black haired man holding a camera approached them. He was slightly sweating behind his dark rimmed glasses, but otherwise his face was as polite as it could get.
"Excuse me. I am here for the article."
"Article?" Zoro asked, confused.
"Of course. This is your five hundredth win, after all." The archaeologist replied, her eyes betraying her inner mirth. "This way, please." She gestured them away from the crowd, a worn straw hat already dangling from her hand.
Zoro slowly shook his head, at a loss over the will of the Fates and their stupid reasons that made them put him in the same building as Robin in the first place. What was his future coming to?
Franky awoke with the jeers of his gang and the dip of the sun on the horizon. He silently swore inside his mind as he took in the late hour. Another day wasted, just like all the others.
Granted, the shipwright didn't have anything else better to do – save for bothering Iceburg mostly and spending time with the Sunny. Though that particular time was spent in desolate silence and that always caused Franky to be irascible for the rest of the day.
His ultimate creation has been more than brought to perfection already in the last three years. The cyborg could tell she raved to travel the seas again, just like him. Unfortunately, their perfect lives along with seven others have been torn apart by their captain's disappearance.
Franky had argued that they could very well continue to travel as long as a ship was there to carry them – and he would make damn sure it was – but the others refused adamantly and he had found himself agreeing with them in the end. He understood their reasons and he knew that without Luffy, there wouldn't be adventure anymore. He also sympathized with Zoro's refusal to act as their new captain – no one could replace the straw hat wearer just as no one could replace the Thousand Sunny.
So the cyan haired robot had found himself back in Water 7, left alone with his masterpiece, and the loneliness didn't take long to set in. He tried to keep himself busy in the beginning with upgrades and new weapon designs for the lion headed ship – who he had stowed away safely in the old Galley-La company headquarters – hoping that someday Luffy would come back just as abruptly as he had left.
"Franky-bro!" One of the hooligans under his care shouted at the top of his lungs and he felt the old pieces of wood that had once been ships vibrate under the weight. "You gotta see this, bro!"
Franky almost growled, but abstained at the last second. While he didn't mind being interrupted from such depressing thoughts, he had an idea what the problem could be and he didn't feel up to dealing with the Marines or bounty hunters that were constantly coming for his head. The city itself was suffering because of his mere presence here, but Iceburg won't let him leave under any circumstances.
And he had to silently admit deep inside his soul that he was grateful to the man for that. He didn't know if he could handle even more loneliness than what he was feeling right now.
The Franky family member stopped a few feet away and stared at him. The cyborg looked up defiantly and his gaze under the trademark sunglasses was expectant. Wordlessly, he was offered a newspaper –today's newspaper.
Franky's heart – his mechanic one anyway – skipped a beat at the sight of the object. Surely something important must have happened for it to be in the newspaper. Ignoring the pang at seeing the first page devoid of any such information, he continued to leaf through the printed pages in an almost desperate manner. His eyes caught a green head and his hands slammed on the article, as if afraid that the leaflet would close and the information would disappear.
The title was something stupid – like the world greatest swordsman's, Zoro's – five hundredth win in a match against some hopeless idiot. Franky didn't doubt the man could have achieved this feat, but that wasn't what he was looking for. There had to be something else, more important through those words.
Disappointingly, there wasn't anything. Only then did the cyborg allow himself one last hope and glanced at the photo. There was a probability that Zoro would show them something. Luffy had done the same in the past.
He wasn't let down this time. True to his prediction, the green haired swordsman was indeed giving them the signal. He looked painfully uncomfortable, but willing to take the shot – meaning that Robin must have probably forced him... she had mentioned they were going to meet in her latest letter – and his usual casual stance was a little tense, but nothing dreadfully wrong. His left hand was dangling freely, though between his fingers was clutched a painfully familiar straw hat. Its red band made Franky's eyes water, but he gathered himself long enough to stare at the last piece of the puzzle: Zoro's right hand. Resting casually on the hilt of his three swords, it bore markings that for most wouldn't make sense. But they did to the Strawhat Pirates and Franky full out wept this time.
S3D3Y
He had to get the Sunny down from up there super pronto.
Brook had been pacing around his makeshift fitting room for the last ten minutes, his metaphorical nose buried deeply in the newspaper that had been delivered to him earlier. He had kept in touch with the news ever since his solo tournament began just after the Strawhat crew had split up. It never hurt to be informed and prepared – especially with his incognito concerts hidden away from the Marines. And now it had paid off.
Brook had never considered himself to be lucky, though he had been inclined to consider it after travelling with such wonderful people for so many years. Unfortunately, his luck and their happy days were quickly overshadowed by much darker plots and obscure mysteries that started plaguing their ever youthful captain to the point of physically disappearing. In that moment, the musician had truly asked himself if it was his fault. He looked like death, after all, so he must attract it.
Even in their depressed and desperate states, the rest of the crew had quickly offered him several fists over his afro for the stupid thoughts.
It had been nobody's fault, Zoro had said. It was theirs as a crew and Luffy's as a captain. He had been 'a carefully masked, but stupid idiot that could probably have solved this much easier if he would have got off his rubber ass and talked with us or someone who could help him'. As it was – and Brook truly agreed – Luffy's change in behavior and tact were a consistent drawback that had popped around the time he had become Pirate King.
In his darkest moments, Brook had wandered in Sabaody and made quite the show of accusing Rayleigh for not warning them of such a possibility, but the man had been little than informed about it at the time and when the grey haired man had finally gotten a hold of the full story, the musician knew that it wasn't anyone's fault in particular. It was theirs and Luffy's and now they had to live with the consequences.
Despite his concerts being one of the most covered up events in the underworld, Brook had kept in touch with Robin through letters. It was a therapy of sorts for which the skeleton was truly grateful. And now, standing nose to nose with the printed papers, Brook could feel his inexistent – but very much there! – heart beat wildly inside his chest and a feeling of relief washed over him like a tidal wave that purified everything in its wake.
Everything would return! And with a little effort, the musician felt that maybe, luck would favor them once again.
WEST BLUE
"Here it is, mademoiselle!" The blond cook twirled a little in place before placing the loaded plates of food in front of his customer.
The blonde haired woman offered a wink in return which he returned full heartedly along with a few more compliments about her beauty before marching back to the restaurant's kitchen to load his hands again.
In spite of his aversion to being a waiter, fate had deemed today good enough to shit on almost all of the restaurant's personnel and he had found himself with overtime work! Besides being the part-time chef that was more valuable than the head chef – oh, the irony – now he had to attend customers as well. Though, the blond couldn't whine when two thirds of the customers were women.
It seemed like today was some sort of celebration of independent women or the like on the island and many of them simply decided to dine with their fellow females. And Sanji couldn't have been much happier.
Leaving such thoughts aside for now, the man entered the kitchen, only to find it unnaturally still.
"You can take a breather, traveler." The head chief told him from his seat on a stool. He had a pot on the stove that was slowly simmering and by the daft of condiments Sanji figured it must have been his infamous steak cooking.
Nodding his head in silent thanks, the younger man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. Not having anything better to do, he let his eyes wander around the establishment and realized he knew it pretty well. He could easily pinpoint inside his mind the place where the cooking utensils were kept and where most of the pots, condiments and supplies were found. Taking all this into consideration, Sanji quickly concluded that it was time for him to leave this place and search for another restaurant.
Maybe somewhere on the coast. I heard the next island was full of beautiful ladies, he thought, his visible eye involuntarily transforming into a heart.
"Something tells me you are going to be leaving us soon, Sanji-san." The older man studied him closely.
Sanji snapped out of his fantasies fast enough to hear the latter half of the sentence. His face dropped and he knew that was the only hint the man truly needed.
Releasing a tired breath, the head chief spoke again. "I will not insist in keeping you here against your will of course. Though, you have to keep in mind that not many restaurants will accept a wanted man as readily as we did."
Indeed that was true. Sanji had been in quite the pinch because of his wanted poster, but he had managed to deal with those problems as they came. He honestly didn't mind the dirty looks, or even the Marine attacks thrown his way since it gave him something to do and every time acted as a reminder of who he really was and for whom his cooking was truly dedicated to. Sadly, that man – his best customer really, though there were some certain close calls for others – has been missing for enough time to make him realize that it was truly over. Sanji didn't need it to be spelled for him, but it still fucking hurt like hell. That was the bad part of the deal. The rest was only business, as he preferred to say lately.
"The world is a big place, old man. I will manage." The smoke from his cigarette clouded his vision for a moment, though it was enough to hide his employer's disappointed expression. He certainly couldn't handle that now,which was the biggest reason Sanji chose to transform into a nomad. It was easier to not become attached this way.
To his infinite surprise, the man's mouth was actually tilted upwards, almost into a smirk. Sanji had surely never seen the man look like that, which reminded him many a times about Zeff and his usual attitude. These two could be twins and he wouldn't be at all surprised.
"You should have a look at today's newspaper." The old man gestured to the papers scattered on a table with his head.
Not knowing exactly what to expect – probably some Marines willing to rip these islands apart and search for me, he thought derisively – the blond approached the table carefully and slightly bowed to have a better look. What he found was not at all to his liking.
"Why the fuck are they rising the price of fish?!" Sanji roared, his mind quickly counting off every penny he would have to spend more. His heart ached, for this would normally be associated with Nami-swan's usual frugality, but he wiled himself to remain detached from those feelings. It didn't do to dwell on past crewmates that were at another end of the world.
"No that, you idiot!" The man rasped, swatting him over the head. "This!" He ruffled through the papers and slammed another one under his eyes.
Sanji froze, though his pupils were moving in a dizzying manner, trying to decipher the meaning behind the shitty marimo's appearance in the damn paper. What he found made his knees buckle and he would have slid to the floor, were it not for his fists clutching the table's edges tightly.
"What's this?" He asked no one in particular. This was the only thing he found himself to be able to comprehend at that moment.
The head chef snorted, though the smirk over his lips widened. "Your ticket to freedom, kid."
EAST BLUE
Usopp watched the orange haired woman in front of him have a breakdown and he sighed sadly. From the moment he had seen Kaya run towards him with the newspaper flying in her hand he had known this was it. Their adventures didn't truly end, like Nami kept saying and he kept lying otherwise.
It seemed that his lies had once again become reality and he couldn't be happier about that. Even though Nami's reaction had been quite the opposite of what he had expected, the sniper supposed this was how girls dealt with shocking news. He, on the other hand, was trying to subdue the grin that was threatening to split his face in half.
Such glorious day this was!
For three years he had been spending every day hoping for the Sunny to appear on the horizon and while he had long lost the habit of screaming for pirates when there were none, the long nosed man had never stopped lying to himself. If only to make that overbearing feeling of loneliness feel lighter. Kaya and the boys certainly helped, but Usopp felt they could never replace what he had lost.
He had kept visiting Nami regularly ever since their return. He knew the navigator appreciated the company, but she looked sadder and sadder with each passing day and no news. Only Robin's letters helped to ease them somewhat, but that was usually a rare treat. East Blue was hardly a destination for the cheapest post services, after all.
Over the years, Nami had dedicated herself to the tangerine plantation and he would sometimes join her on slow days or on harvest season when he could do something else besides developing new projectiles or practicing new moves. Sometimes, Kaya and the boys would come over with him and on other occasions Nami would visit with her sister. They used to have contests, but those quickly became boring when no one was actively trying to attack you and you didn't need to fight back. Usopp liked to imagine trees becoming Crocodile or Blackbeard, but they fell too easily for him to keep the delusion up.
He had once proposed to the orange head a trip to Loguetown – maybe they could snuff out trouble along the way, he had said – but Nami adamantly refused, saying that the Marines were too numerous there and she didn't want to take the risk when they could be following them back to their hometowns. While Usopp agreed with her, he was becoming more and more bored and sometimes felt like just diving into the ocean and swimming towards nowhere only to find something to do, for something to happen.
"I can't believe them." Nami whispered, drying her eyes with her cardigan's sleeves.
"I can." The sniper declared proudly and Nami shot him a skeptical raise of the eyebrow. "So when are we leaving?" Usopp wouldn't let something like doubt cloud his mind any longer.
The navigator stilled and fixed her stare on the table. Usopp felt his stomach drop, but he refused to be denied happiness and relief on this glorious day.
"Nami?" He urged impatiently, though gently when silence descended.
"I don't know what to say." The woman finally admitted, playing with her hands absently.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Usopp frowned, the earlier feeling of gripping fear poking at the edges of his mind.
"I'm not sure... if I'm up for it anymore." Nami confessed, cradling her head with her hands and sighing. "How many more of these heartbreaks and shit can I take before I'll burst?"
It was a rhetorical question, but Usopp found himself answering her anyway.
"As many as you need!" His bold declaration made her look up at him confusedly. "This is what makes a family, Nami! We might split up and not talk to each other for a long time, but in the end we always find a way to meet again and unite." His fist slammed on the table, rattling the glasses scattered about. "And you are an important part of it!"
Light brown eyes studied his heaving form quietly before the corner of her lips twitched up. And Usopp knew he had won this time.
"I guess you're right." She breathed, returning to resting her head on her hands.
The sniper cheered and felt a long forgotten emotion invade his belly. "Well, c'mon! We gotta set sail quickly. We only have three days, y'know?"
Usopp grinned at Nami and she smiled back. He was right, they had little time and the currents were difficult to deal with inside the Grand Line.
"Let's go before my I-can't-step-on-this-island-disease starts acting up again. I have a feeling I caught it from East Blue last time." The black head said jokingly.
Nami laughed.
In the end, the Strawhat Pirates managed to assemble their forces in a week's time. Franky had been the first to make an appearance along with the Thousand Sunny. Zoro was completely shocked and impressed at seeing the ship and quietly unsettled at the new crewmate's appearance, but Franky's confusion had been lulled somehow by Robin's clipped answers and assurances that when everyone would show up, everything will be explained.
The next one to come was, surprisingly, Sanji, who had stowed away on a Marine ship leaving for the Grand Line. After that, it was only a matter of jumping ships to arrive at the Archipelago faster. His reaction at Zoro's situation included a more varied range of words than Franky's – which have been quickly reciprocated by the swordsman – though the cook pretty much understood the idea.
Brook literally materialized from thin air and managed to scare the hell out of Zoro. The crew had a good laugh at his expense, something which served to irritate the green head even more. The skeleton was as equally confused as Franky had been, but he resolved to wait for the others to come before hearing the story.
The last ones to arrive were, predictably, Nami and Usopp. Both of them had applied the same idea of travelling as Sanji had and managed to catch a Marine ship leaving from Shell's Town, though their journey was delayed when the soldiers had found their safes empty of money and were forced to dock at a Grand Line Marine base to reload free supplies and Berris.
Many rolled their eyes at the utter Nami-ness of the situation save Sanji, who was too busy twirling like a noodle over his Nami-swan and Robin-chwan.
Zoro quickly concluded that this crew – either in the past or in the future – was the same as it had always been and so he silently marveled at their blockheadedness in resisting the unmerciful waves of the world. Here they were, without a captain and after three years of separation, and they behaved like they hadn't seen each other since yesterday. Unknowingly, he gave life to these thoughts and was rewarded with a stunned silence before Sanji snorted and lit himself another cigarette.
"You're still a kid, y'know?" The blonde's reply made Zoro's temple twitch dangerously and he scowled. Sanji was not deterred in the least.
"If we would start crying around like idiots, then nothing would get done. And as far as I see," he eyed Zoro pointedly, "we still got a long way to go before quitting this crew."
A/N: Fast update with the rest of what I dub 'part one' of the story :D
Kinda depressive chappie, but it had to be done ;-;
Since I have the free time I will update daily like this (at least I hope). I have another fanfic besides this one that is almost finished and I want to upload them as fast as I can xD
Grr, fanfic dot net is at it again. A part of the message written on Zoro's arm should have been cut (using strikethrough in word) but the site won't show it ._. So I did a bit of digging and faced the grim truth... it won't show. So yeah... that underlined bit should have been a cut (or an X if we were to say how it really should have been, but that is as far as a dream for the site to show it -tho I managed to do it in word whoop! -so I will settle down with that for now)
Please leave leave your thoughts in a review! I really wanna know what you think ^^
Until tomorrow! :D