Till we meet again I Roronoa Zoro x reader - live action

IX

I touch my neck, the point where a minute before Zoro pressed the cold metal of his weapon. A light red dyes my fingertips.

The wound is not deep, but the bleeding is still annoying.

I can't help but frown, my eyes veiled by a melancholy sadness.

The wound is not deep, but I feel a heavy, vigorous pain.
The soreness isn't in my neck, I feel it in my chest, like millions of swords are piercing it.

I speed up my pace to get to a dark alley not far from the base where I will meet Axe-hand. Breath isn't a problem when it comes to fights, so why do I feel like I've run miles? It's like I've been holding my breath underwater for too long.

I can barely breathe.

Somebody must have hit my torso.

I unlock my belt and take off my shirt: there is nothing on my chest, not even a scratch. But it hurts so much.

What time is it?

I frantically look for my watch on my body: there is it, in my pants' pocket! I'm not late, but I have to hurry up.

I press my back on the cold brick wall.
The pain I feel in my body is not physical, but is so close to my heart that I can sense it pulsating with my chest.

It hurts so bad

But why?

Why?

"Why?"

A tremble, I almost don't hear it. My voice is so weak and miserable, my breath is still irregular.

I close my eyes but instead of the comforting dark a colorful green pops out.
Zoro.
A soft light green, a sweet sent, an innocent laugh, suddenly my head fills up with this lost sensation.

I never really laughed again after I left him.

Did he? With who, where?

Why can't we laugh one more time?

In and out, the air starts to fill my laughs again. The chest pain isn't gone, but is fair less strong.

He tried to kill me with a terrible cold gaze.

If Zoro knew who I was, would he have done it anyway?

I already know the answer, but I let it take away by the wind.

"I need to go out of this stupid road"

I quickly put on my shirt, suddenly feeling self-conscious. My head is still a little dizzy, but there is no time to complain.

"I have to arrive on time and talk to Axe-hand, my dad will kill me if I can't get the navigation permit he craves so much from the Marine."

Is weird that my dad cooperates with the government. I know that some really powerful pirates do, but if I think about all the horrible things he did I don't see him collaborating with the law at all.

I tie my belt and fix my hair messed up by the previous fight, and I start walking briskly towards the marine officer.
I can't help but smile slightly: I was a good fighter at the bar.

***

I showed the document given to me by my father, which stated that I had an emergency meeting with the Marine captain, and I managed to get into the base without problems. I'm not nervous, and even the idea, if necessary, of arguing with the terrible Axe-hand doesn't bother me, but being in the base of the "enemy" has a really strange effect on me.
Who knows how many pirate heads they brought here?