When You’re Ready(Roronoa Zoro One Shot)


The rhythmic clink of metal on metal rang out on the ship as someone trained. It was pretty loud as it eclipsed the clinks of my work with my pistols.

I was taking them apart and cleaning them, or at least that’s what I was pretending to do. I was actually watching a certain green haired man train. The strong sunlight was causing him to sweat even more profusely, all of it was running down  his sculpted abdomen, teasing me.

“Rei?” My gaze snapped from in front of me to my left where Usopp was trying to talk to me, “Are you seriously still cleaning those things?” He teased.

My face heated up a little bit at his words.

“What’s going on, man?” He asked.

I shrugged before responding, “My mind’s just been else where, okay?”

“Thinking about your next masterpiece?” Usopp nudged me.

I felt my face heat up as I growled, “Yes.”

“Tell me about it, please!” Usopp begged.

“No, you’ll see it when it’s done.” I told him turning back to the task at hand. I was the artist on the Straw Hat crew. I loved it, and I was more than happy to show people my art work… when it was finished. It was only ever when I had a work in progress was I hesitant to share with anyone. And, of course, Usopp wanted to see it at all stages.

“But I wanna see it now!” Usopp exclaimed and tried to reach for the sketchbook I had beside me.

I snatched it before his grubby fingers could even graze the cover.

“No!” I yelled, clutching the book to my chest, “You can see it when it’s done!”

“But, Rei!” Usopp whined.

“Usopp, leave him alone.” Zoro snarled to the long nosed man on my behalf.

“Oh, come one, Zoro. Don’t you wanna see what Rei’s been working on long into the night?” The black haired boy teased.

The swordsman set down his massive weight and turned to look at the two of us. My face flushed even further getting the full view of his chest and stomach, with that sexy scar across it all.

“Leave him alone, he’ll show it to us when he’s ready. Until then, knock it off.” He snarled.

Usopp laughed as he backed away from me and, more importantly, my sketchbook.

“Come on, it was teasing, it was teasing! I would never want to see your work before it’s done! Come on, you know me!” He then laughed more and took off to another place in the ship.

I sighed and relaxed, allowing my sketchbook in my arms to fall to my lap instead of the vice grip I had it in.

“Thanks.” I smiled up at the swordsman.

Zoro smiled down at me as he wipped his forehead with a towel he had draped around his neck, “No problem, your art work is yours to release when you’re ready.”

I felt my smile widen even more as I looked down at the black cover of my sketch book. Before setting it to the side and turning my attention back to my pistols.

To my light dismay Zoro was putting his weights away, he was done with training today.

I sighed slightly and began my assembly.  Deciding that when I was done I would go up to the crow’s nest and draw. I liked it up there.

I hummed to myself as I made charcoal lines along the mostly blank page. My latest ‘masterpiece’ was not what everyone thought. While I would usually draw the crew together, or doing interesting things, or scenes from some of the previous adventures that we’d been on; this one was different.

This one was something I couldn’t hold in anymore, it was a charcoal drawing of Roronoa Zoro. His long, green coat was off one of his arms mostly exposing his chest and abdomen and the scar along it. His dark green bandanna was on his head, casting a shadow over his steely eyes giving him a predatory and sexy look about him. One of his swords, Shusui, was completely unsheathed and he was holding it across his body in a downward angle. Held close to him, with his other arm wrapped around their frame, was me. A more feminine version of me.

I sighed as I looked over the drawing of myself, I hated it. My face was rounder and nose smaller, eyes larger and I stood shorter than I actually was with a slightly scrawnier figure. My short, messy hair was slightly longer. I tried my best to make myself look like a girl for him here. It didn’t work out though.

Not as thought I was a hyper masculine figure to begin with. I only stood at about five feet six inches. Had very little bulk muscle, it was all made for speed. My dark brown hair was short and messy, curling at awkward angles. My dark eyes were… dark and rather boring. I didn’t have really masculine features but there was no way you could confuse me for a girl even if I tried.

I growled quietly to myself, it would never work out. How could he ever feel the same about you. You’re a boy, he doesn’t like boys. Just look at how he acts around Robin, he’s kind, and with Nami, they’re like an old married couple. And how he acts around the guys? Mostly he’s vaguely interested in their activities but mostly is annoyed by their antics, especially Sanji.

I cursed myself, wishing and praying to whoever could hear me that I could have been born a girl so I could stand some kind of chance with him, or at the very least that I didn’t have these stupid feelings towards him. That he didn’t make me feel the way he did.


I squealed and threw myself onto my sketch book before I whipped around to come face to face with the stupid moss head himself. I felt my face get really hot. He had come over the side of the railing on the crow’s nest, and a million thoughts flooded my mind.

Did he see what I drew? Did he recognize me in the drawing? Did he care? Did he think I was weird? What did he think about it at all? Was he going to throw me off the ship? Was he going to cut me? Was he going to reject me after acknowledging me feelings? What if he makes fun of me?

“Yes?” I squeaked out, seeing a confused look on his face.

“Sorry.” He muttered and turned his head away from me, “I should have called up to you on my climb, I don’t think that was ready to see yet.”

I shook my head furiously.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to calm myself. He thought it was an unfinished piece. He didn’t care.

“Uh, dinner’s done.” He told me.

I nodded and took a deep breath, “Thanks.”

I quickly closed my sketch book, making sure not to let him see the drawing anymore. I stood up and took a step towards the railing waiting for him to start climbing down so I could follow.

He stayed where he was. I cocked my head to the side.

“Something wrong, Zoro?” I asked him.

He turned back to look at me, his face completely serious. I stiffened, did he understand what I drew and was about to lash out at me?

“Yeah, you really need to start seeing yourself the same way I do. You looked pathetic in that drawing compared to what you actually are.” He shot me a smirk.

I was taken aback for a second but recovered quickly, “Excuse me?” I shot at him.

He paused as he was about to climb down, looking at me playfully, “I might need to see that drawing again, but what I thought I saw was me and a crappily drawn you in my arms. You need practice at drawing yourself better.”

I opened and closed my mouth as I stared at him, that same coy smirk on his handsome face.

“What?” He laughed at me, “You didn’t know?”

“Didn’t know what?” I demanded.

“I like you.” He told me.

I felt my face turn into a furnace at his words, “But-but-but, Robin, and N-Nami, you-you-”

“I don’t like either of them.” He told me, “Where’d you even get that idea from?”

“You, just, seemed to act like you did, is all.” I muttered.

He smirked wider at me, “No, why do you think that I always defend your not wanting to show your drawings before you’re ready?”

I looked away and turned my head down. I guess that explains that, I thought.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Zoro said softly, my head shot up to stare at him. That cocky smile still plastered in his handsome features.

I muttered a thanks, averting his gaze again, before he reached forward and grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me forward. I was afraid for a second or two that he was going to smash his mouth onto mine.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked me softly.

“What?” I blinked.

“Are you okay with me kissing you?” He asked me, my eyes widened at his words, “I wont do it if you’re not ready for that sort of thing.”

I shook my head, “I-I’d actually like that.”

He needed nothing more, he pulled me forward lightly and pressed his lips gently onto my own. It was everything that I wanted and more.

Zoro pulled away after a few seconds and smiled genuinely at me.

“Come on.” He urged as he started to descend the ladder, “Before the damn, Ero-cook gives all the food to Luffy because we aren’t there.”

I hurried to follow him down the ladder for dinner, not once for the rest of the evening did the giant smile on my face ever once leave.


What If It Were Real?(Part 27)

No one’s pov.

Dave, Bill, Jones, Mykhayla, and Doc all walked out of the doctor’s office, having finally overcome their stomach flues.

They headed up to the top deck only to see the entirety of their crew sprawled out on the deck unconscious and covered in blood. Some where missing limbs and others had their insides strewn about, obviously dead.

“Wow!” Mykhayla exclaimed, “We missed a party!”

“Some party.” Jones muttered.

The five stood there for several moments taking in the view and letting everything sink in.

“I’m pretty sure they’re all dying.” Dave finally said.

“You’re probably right.” Doc acknowledged before he sighed, “Alright, well I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m pretty sure this had been done by the Big Mama pirates. So we should probably get out here as soon as we can.”

“Alright,” Bill sighed, “How do we go about that?”

“Well, the mechanisms in the back of the ship will take care of most of it.” Mykhayla told them, “We just need to steer it in the right direction.”

“Alright,” Dave said with a fair amount of authority in his voice, “Mykhayla you know how it works, so you go up to the helm and take over there. There should be a log post up there for you to use to navigate. Jones you and Bill help Doc take those who are still alive down stairs and tend to them, they are our nakama and we need to take care of them. I’ll start cleaning up the deck and getting rid of the dead and body parts. Either of you need an extra hand just let me know.”

Everyone nodded.

“When we’re done everyone meet down in the kitchen and we’ll work on a soup or something together.” Mykhayla offered.

The boys all nodded and group all set off to do their own tasks.

The five uninjured crew mates all sat together at the dinning table to talk about what to do next over bowls of  chicken noodle soup.

“How long do you think they’ll be out?” Bill asked the Doctor.

Doc shrugged, “For some of them maybe only a couple of days, for others it’s hard to say. We just need to keep our wits about us and be careful.”

“Anyone want to volunteer for night watch tonight?” Dave asked the table, “I’d prefer if it wasn’t you Doc, you’ve been working like a dog over all the injured today.”

“I have a few repairs I should make in the engine room before I can go to bed, I’d feel better if it was someone else up top.” Mykhayla sighed.

Dave nodded.

“I’ll take it.” Jones offered, “But I got a question, who’ll take over cooking? Torri’s out and we don’t even have Heat to cook meat anymore.”

“Whoever isn’t on night watch should take on cooking for the next day, we’ll take turns. I think that’s fair.” Mykhayla told them.

The boys all nodded.

“I’m gonna need at least one extra set of hands helping me every day. Should we have a set person or take turns again?” Doc asked the table.

Dave shook his head, “We’ll take turns. The deck is basically cleaned up aside from some light mopping. I figure whoever is steering the ship, or maybe Jones when he’s on watch can finish that all up.”

“Fair to me.” Bill said, “But fair warning here, I’m not a good cook.”

“Neither am I.” Mykhayla added.

“Me either.” Jones laughed, “That’s why I asked.”

“I don’t think any of us are.” Dave said lightly.

“The entire reason I became a doctor was so I could avoid cooking. But we’ll make the most of it.” Doc smiled, “Anyway, if we’re done we better get to our tasks and to bed. We have literally everyone counting on us, and a lot to do tomorrow. So sleep well.”

“Except for you, Jones,” Mykhayla barked, “You’re on night watch.”

The entire table blinked at her.

“What?” She defended, “I can be catty.”

What If It Were Real?(Part 26)

Mykhayla’s pov.

Layers of purple under orange and white petals with a red sun and dark blue silhouette of surfers, all surrounded by curved leaves of a million different shades of green that made me want to be sick.

I was instantly pulled away from that by Torri.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about when I said look at the view.” Torri growled at me, pulling me out from behind Killer.

I blinked and looked from her to the God awful Hawaiian shirt Killer was warring.

“Ohh!” I blinked again, “This is much better!”

I felt the brunette on my one side twitch, and blonde on my other side shift uncomfortably.

The actual view, not just the forced one I made up, was a clear blue sky over top of a bright orange sea.

“It’s so pretty!” I beamed, “But I hate the water so much.”

“It’s orange juice.” Torri told me, “We’ve just entered the Totto land archipelago.”

“Orange juice?!” I asked, “Oh, hell yeah! Let’s go for a swim!”

“You’re a devil fruit eater.” Killer cut in.

“Doesn’t that only count for water?” I asked him, “This is orange juice we’re talking about here.”

“Devil fruit users are weakened by any form of liquid, sea water, fresh water, juice, milk, anything. If a devil fruit user is submerged up to a certain point in any liquid, sea water or otherwise they will lose power and drown.” Torri explained, “Aside from that, that’s a sticky mess waiting to happen.”

I sighed, “Fine! No swimming.”

“You don’t even like swimming” Torri accused.

“That’s true. I really don’t.” I shrugged, “Scratch that off the bucket list.”

“Since when the hell am I in charge of your bucket list?” She demanded.

“To be honest, I’m pretty sure I don’t even have one.”

“Then why bring it up?” Killer asked.

“It’s an expression.” I dead panned.

“With you I never know.” He shrugged.

“And I heard you were a lady-killer, and now I know why.” I retorted.

Killer just stared at me for a moment before turning and leaving Torri and I alone.

Torri’s pov.

I shook my head for the millionth time to try to stop my vision from blurring again.

Everyone was feeling bad, and I was under orders from the doctor to make something easy on the stomach to help them all out. It didn’t help though that I was feeling like shit.
I felt really bad though, they all seemed to be feeling ill after eating that soup I made the other day. I guess some of the ingredients I used were bad.

“Damn.” I cursed as I clutched the edge of the counter. My head was spinning and I wasn’t sure if I could keep myself up right any longer.

I was nearly thrown off my feet when the ship lurched violently. I clutched the counter in an attempt to keep myself up.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself as I stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the door leading out to the deck.

The ship lurched again, causing me to fly face first into the wall.

When I get my hands on whoever is responsible for this. I growled in my head.

I managed to throw the door opened and stepped out onto the deck. A war zone was occurring before me.

Kidd was trying his best to fend off underlings, Killer was haphazardly slashing at anything that got too close, Heat was trying to set the enemies on fire, yet about a dozen of our crew men were nothing more than charred bodies on the deck, Wire was doing his best. The only thing I was thankful for was the fact that Mykhayla wasn’t on deck in all this carnage.

I winced and pulled out my scythe spinning around to keep enemies around me at bay. I had about fifteen seconds to take in the situation in its entirety before I started to slow down.

People dressed in chess piece costumes? They were fighting. There were other people who were dressed, I wanted to say strangely but seeing as who my captain was I couldn’t really say anything about it. Then there was this giant guy clad in what looked to be biscuits? He was really wrecking shit.

I dropped my scythe from above my head and brought it to my waist, spinning myself in the process to get the chess pieces heads off. They were taken care of.

The rest of my crew was in danger though. I sprinted forward and took out the three at Killer’s back. I then turned and used the handle of my scythe to knock out the guy that was about to take my captain from his unguarded side.

I flicked the blade of my scythe to deflect a couple of bullets that were aimed at me. With that done I took out a throwing knife and sent it at an enemy that was aiming at Wire. He went down in a crumpled heap.

I then turned my attention to the giant biscuit armor guy. I figured, even in my hazy mind, he was the leader. If I could take care of him then the rest should be a breeze.
I took out another throwing knife and sent it flying at the guy’s eye. At the same time I charged for his leg to bring him down a size.

He deflected the knife easily enough, but was caught slightly by surprise when his leg gave out under him. I readied my scythe to cut upwards to take him out, but was stopped dead in my tracks.

Something flashed just before my eyes, pictures, places, names. I couldn’t quite place it.
The next thing I knew pain was coursing through my left eye and I was screaming in pain, backing away from the sword covered in blood that was before me.

I heard an annoying laugh come from before me, but I couldn’t open up my right eye to look.

“You almost had me there, girl!” It squeaked, “Why did you stop, I wonder?”

I fell to a knee and forced my right eye open, still clutching the bleeding wound that was the left side of my face.

I growled up at the cracker warrior. Something else in my mind flashed, but I couldn’t place it either.

Suddenly his face dropped as he stared down at me.

“Let’s go!” He called to his subordinates.

“But, Cracker-sama-” One of his underlings called out only to be cut off.

“I said we’re going now!” He barked again, “These pitiful rookies wont last long in their condition. You too, Zane. Mama will be proud of you.”

Zane! I looked over to where the little rat strode forward towards the Sweet Commander.

“You!” I managed out.

He paused and smirked at me, “Me!” He sang.

“I bet you didn’t see this one coming, witch!” He laughed as he made his way to the railing, “I can’t believe Eustass was even stupid enough to think you would be in any way useful. That’s all just a bunch of bullshit.”

He hopped up onto the railing as the Yonko’s crew prepared to sail off.

“It’s good to see you all groveling to me for once! You are all pathetic! Thinking you’re better than everyone! Thinking you can run the world all because you got a dream! You damn idiots! Do you have any idea what Mama has-”

He was cut off by a drowning gurgle. He looked down only to see a throwing knife, buried up to its hilt in his throat.

He looked back up and stared at me. My right arm still outstretched following through with my throw.

“Has anyone ever told you,” I panted, “You talk too much.”

Without another sound he fell backwards, off the ship. The splash of his body hitting the water was the only thing that followed.

Cracker looked at the ocean and then back at me.

“Move out!” He called to his crew just before his ship set sail away from us.

“Get the hell out of our territory or die already!” He called back.

I waited until they were a safe distance away before I allowed myself the luxury of falling over, unconscious.