One Piece is still property of Oda Eiichiro and Shueisha and I'm not pretending otherways.
Was it true that hellion children always looked like holy angels when they slept? Zoro had never spent much time around kids, even when he was one, and thus really couldn't know.
Still, the idea fit, since it made about as much sense as anything about Luffy ever did.
When his eyes were closed, dark butterfly eyelashes almost touched the scar on his face. The mark seemed to be an attempted assurance that he wasn't divine. Nevermind that the scar was perfect.
The kind of flawless that you immediately thought you shouldn't touch. Only once before something so precious been placed in Zoro's hands, and time had made it so it felt more wrong to not be touching Wadou.
There had been nights after the crew had expanded when it seemed unfair that he was the one who got to touch Luffy the way he did, but Luffy refused to consider the idea. Having Zoro lay here watching him sleep fit in perfectly with his contageous concept of what was right.
Be happy.
What the hell could you say to that.
"Thank you, Pirate King." Just one more silly whisper in the dark.
Though Zoro still wasn't sure what to make of how he had been given this perfectly right joy after becoming that wrong thing he swore he never would.
Still, the idea fit, since it made about as much sense as anything Luffy ever did.
"Thank you, my King."
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Lyrics belong to Nick Cave.
Download song here. Just like a bird that sings up the sun
In a dawn so very dark
Such is my faith for you
Such is my faith
And all the world's darkness can't swallow up
A single spark
Such is my love for you
Such is my love
There is a kingdom
There is a king
And he lives without
And he lives within
The starry heavens above me
The moral law within
So the world appears
So the world appears
This day so sweet
It will never come again
So the world appears
Through this mist of tears
There is a kingdom
There is a king
And he lives without
And he lives within
There is a kingdom
There is a king
And he is everything