(One Piece) Book of Oneshots and Such

Partners In Crime

(Zolu) Luffy loved heroes, however, he specifically loved that little green-haired guy who was hanging around that one group more than anything. So like the villain he was, he kidnapped him.

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"Zoro!"

Immediately recognizing the voice, Zoro sucked in a deep breath- which was much appreciated with all the adrenaline speeding through his body, and let his shoulders slouch, ready for what was coming.

Turning to face his 'teammate' the greenie gave her his best resting bitch face in greeting to her own evident hissy fit.

The redhead was fuming up to ying yang, and that's when he knew that he should've never gotten himself tangled up in this whole affair.

"Where were you?!"

Zoro narrowed his eyes, "where was I where?"

Nami stomped her foot heatedly against the cracked, kicked up concrete of ruined sidewalks, causing pieces of it to fall apart, and Zoro had to admit he was thankful the woman could at least refrain herself from kicking him through a decimated building- unlike some people.

"During the fight, moron! We were outnumbered twenty to one! And you were a no-show the whole time!"

Zoro clicked his tongue, feeling annoyed with her complaints seeing as she was in much better shape then he was.

"While you guys were dealing with those goons, I was holding off Mr. Zero and Boss Jinbe" as if gesturing his many lacerations and stab wounds wasn't enough to show her that he was in much of a pickle as they were- if not more so.

Nami snarled, looking offended, "like that's so important! We were this close to losing to those bastards! And you weren't there at all! You gotta start acting like a part of this team!"

Zoro refused to act like that hurt him, because it didn't, but it did strike a cord.

The whole reason he got banged up to shit was because he took the heavy part for the 'team'.

"Listen here demon bitch-" his words were cut short by a kick to the face.

"Nami-swan!" In that beautiful moment, Sanji came leaping onto the scene, unceremoniously using Zoro as a cushion for his fall.

The greenie's head began to swim at that, the colours of the world around him melted together, words phased out from his hearing, and for a real scary moment, he thought he fell unconscious but somehow didn't conk out.

Despite what his heroic peers thought of him, Zoro was just as much as a living, breathing human being as the rest of them- he wasn't indestructible, he wasn't emotionless, and right now, he was incredibly vulnerable after the fight he just had, even if he'd rather die than admit it.

That kick to the face would already hurt on a good day- but like hell he'd show it, especially to that stupid curly-brow.

Sucking in a haggard breath as he sat up, the superhero tried to recollect himself, tried to regain his thoughts and his senses of the world around him, but came up fruitless, just felt more dizzy.

All he could feel for certain was the oxygen circulating through his body in the form of hot blood speeding through his veins.

"-did you- to get- what- Zoro?" Blinking incredulously as the world came back to him, the man suddenly felt overwhelmed and shielded his eyes from the sun that was way too bright.

"Ugh, leave that marimo! He's just gonna end up lost later anyway!" In the back of his mind, the greenie could recognize that as the shit-hero insulting him, but no matter how hard he tried to fire back an insult, for some reason, his mouth failed him.