Eyes of a Hawk: Zoro x Reader

Chapter 3: A Fighter's Spirit

Thought I'd be nice:)

"Shit..." you muttered. "There's no time!" You grabbed Zoro by the shoulder yanking him to face your direction. "You don't have your swords. We have no other choice. You're going to have to use me!"

"I-uh-what!?" Zoro stammered.

Annoyed with Zoro's lack of understanding, you stomped your foot looking up at Zoro with desperation notable upon first glance. "Perona needs our help and most importantly we need to hold down the fort since Mihawk is out taking care of matters with Shanks at the moment," you quickly explain, scampering over to your open door with a flurry of your feet just to poke your head out into the hallway for a quick survey of the battlefield to come. By the looks of it, there were a few baboons casually sniffing around in your hallway. They were knocking over things just for the heck of it, laughing like immature children.

Zoro understood where the problems lied, most importantly how options were just as equally tied down to this plan. "I think we're better off fetching my swords," even in the end, Zoro had disagreed with your proposal.

"Zoro," you growled slowly pushing the door to a shy close to avoid drawing attention to you both for the time being. "There's baboons... Three of them... Right outside the door," your voice remained silent as you kept the door open just a crack, surveying the hallway through the crack of the door. Eyes of a hawk that watched the enemies each and every move. "We can't protect ourselves at the moment without weapons."

"Have you forgotten I use three swords not one huge sword?" Zoro retaliates.

"Do we really have a choice?" Your golden eyes had bored right through to Zoro's soul. "Quit being so god damn stubborn."

"Thought Mihawk raised you better than to use that language," Zoro smirked.

"Shut up," you hissed. "This really isn't a time for jokes Mr. Ican'tfindthebathroom."

"I've never lived in a mansion before," Zoro huffed realizing just how easily this argument could've ended. All he did was hold out his left hand. "Are we saving Ghost Girl or not?"

"Nice to see that you're finally on board," you grinned. Your entire body faded to a blinding light, an orb that zipped across the room into Zoro's free hand. The orb began to take shape not even a second later, then flash! You were a sword in all your breathtaking glory. Zoro however fell forward digging his heels into the stone flooring as the blade crashed into the floor with Zoro having no other choice but to grab onto your bandaged handle with both hands. He could feel an energy course through his body through contact with your weapon form. Something extremely unlike what he'd feel even with his most prized sword Wado.

"What the hell! You're so heavy," Zoro huffed using what strength he could muster just to get the tip of the blade an inch above the ground.

"That means we aren't mentally compatible..." You groaned in response, Zoro had heard your feminine voice all so clearly as if you were speaking directly into his ear. It sent shivers down his spine, he had thought he was hearing you talk in sword form before, nothing compared to this.

"Why does that really matter?" Zoro growled. "Does saving our asses matter more than compata... Whatever the fuck you said?"

"Have you already forgotten what I had told you about this ability of mine?" You groaned once more due to absolute annoyance.

"Must have..." Zoro regrets to admit.

"Weapon and Master must act and think as one," you repeat. "We get along really well, I thought this wouldn't be a problem!"

"As did I," Zoro dropped you onto the floor without caution finding that he was wasting his energy on you for absolutely nothing. You had transformed back into your human form once again, sitting upon the ground with what was now a bruise caked to your forehead from where Zoro had dropped you just seconds before.