A Pirate's Heart (One Piece fanfic) [EDITING]

16:: Lost and Found Again

 AN: the vid to the right is what the song the dancers are dancing too

*Luffy*

I waited for what seemed like forever. Even singing the Baka song a few rounds and climbing surrounding trees didn’t help. I waited and waited and waited. . .

“If Chopper’s not coming back, I’ll just go on ahead. He’ll catch up.” I mused.

I sang, whacking a stick against anything close by as I ventured onward.

%mine%

As Luffy set off, singing loudly, Chopper cried out in fear, only to be cut off sharply. Unheard by anyone, Chopper was dragged off like Nami by a mysterious man in rainbow suspenders.

It happened again, over and over. Luffy yelled as steel cut off his windpipe, choking him into unconsciousness. Usopp’s scream was cut off as gloved, long, graceful hands grabbed him, knocking him out with chloroform. Robin gasped as vines shot out from the trees, wrapping around her, and pulling her back into the shadows right when Sanji had his back turned.

~Rhythm~

I skipped cheerfully in front of Zoro, singing all-to-happy pop loudly and terribly off-tune. Zoro was spacing out, trudging behind me like a dead weight.

“Jeez, Marimo. Lighten up. Why you so emo, Emo?” I asked, skipping backwards, flawlessly avoiding the small rocks and branches I could easily trip on.

“You’re doing that again,” Zoro said.

“Doing what?” I asked between my humming.

“That walking backwards thing. I keep thinking you’re going to fall over and hit you head.”

“I’m not walking, I’m skipping. And don’t worry; I’m too awesome to fail.” I said, puffing my chest.

He just rolled his eyes at me.

After a while of singing the same 3 lines over and over (because I don’t know the rest of the lyrics) I stopped and ceased the skipping to. I could’ve kept going, but I was bored.

After a while of thick silence (occasionally looking around for anything “suspicious”), Zoro cleared his throat and attempted a conversation.

Empathize on the “attempted part”.

“So. . . you believe in God?” he asked.

I gave him a WTF look, and then responded, “No. I’m an Atheist.”

“Same here,” he said.

“High five, we don’t believe in God,” I said. We did. Was it me or did his hand linger a bit longer than it should have?

From there, we were silent again.

It wasn’t thick or awkward, just that I hate it. I couldn’t find any music to fit my mood, without playing the same six songs over and over. My headphones lay around my neck with my goggles, the one’s Luffy picked out for me.

I couldn’t take it. I screamed in frustration (I don’t have a loud, girly scream. It’s a dude’s scream . . . yell . . . whatever)

“I can’t take it! Make there be a huge explosion or giant dragon attack us! Or hell, make Nami fall from the sky!”

Zoro looked at me incredulously.

I sighed, “Sorry. I just broke. Go on with your life like nothing happened.”