Zoro POV:
I glare at the marine bobbing in the water, the satisfaction of throwing her overboard temporary.
--'Not. even. human. Roronoa'--
why did that cut?
Below, copycat struggles to tread water, getting further and further away as the boat keeps moving.
I hate her. but that's the problem. Most emotions are a useless waste. I've trained myself to regulate them pretty damn well. So why the heck does she manage to get on every last nerve?
Copycat's about a hundred feet out now, her head dipping in and out of the water. No frantic splashing or efforts to swim towards the boat.
She's drowning isn't she.
I sigh. Lean my head back and roll my eye. She's got those broken ribs too. I walk over to the cleaning bucket, eye if the rope is long enough, then turn, aim, and throw.
The bucket hits her on the head with a loud thnk
"heh."I snort.
She shouts some muffled insult, but grabs onto the bucket nonetheless. Should I make her drag herself up? For equality purposes?
A wave smashes over her and the copycat's head doesn't pop up for about 10 seconds.
naw.
I start pulling and thirty seconds later grab her sopping wet clothes to yank her over the rail. She lays panting and coughing and groaning on the deck as I step back and cross my arms. See? I just wasted a minute of training because I let her get under my skin.
She finally picks her head up to offer a withering death glare- yeah she'll live. I walk away to the other end of the deck to start my strike training. The whole reason I came up here in the first place. I throw over my shoulder, "swab decks somewhere else. Don't worry about the watch."
then unsheathe Enma and start swinging.
TASHIGI POV:
UURRRRRGGHH!
that-
unbeliev-!
FIEND.
I sit up, leaning heavily on my arms as I watch Roronoa Zoro venomously.
I hate him.
He swings the black blade in his hand, and a sonic boom bursts over the waves a mile away. Does it likes its easy to break the sound barrier.
I hate him.
He mumbles something to himself, adjusts his footing, then swings again. Another sonic boom.
I hate him.
My fingers scrape against the wood as my entire body tenses, fighting this ugly thing rising in my chest.
Why? Why him? Why are the strongest men always the cruelest? The most terrible?
Hot tears prick my eyes, and I quickly drop my head, ashamed.
Don't you dare cry. Lay your weakness on display. Wallow in disgusting envy.
no.
With a quick wipe of my sea salt, soaked sleeve, I rub the tears away and totter to my feet. My whole body burns, ribs agitated by getting manhandled by a monster and the sea.
He IS a monster. they all are. They have to be! If everything else in my world is crumbling, at least let this one thing stay true.
Pirates are still the bad guys.
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The Greatest (Zoro x Tashigi)
RomansaHe grins. "Hey Pirate." I glare back, cheeks red and a thousand emotions swirling at the title forced on me. "What did you do to that poor man's Hydrangeas?" There are no such thing as "good" pirates- Tashigi firmly believes this. She also will do a...
