BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAM
ONE PIECE
TITLE: BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAM
AUTHOR: mr_redrum
PAIRING: ZoroxSanji
WARNING: PG-13
NOTES: Very much thank you to my (still) amazing beta kakairupowns-san, also comment are unnecessary, since whoever wrote this still in it's hiatus and not hanging around lj much thus will gonna lead with replying the comment kinda a bit/huge late (sorry), though if you still want to give critic or review is ok. point is, just want to sharing the drabble. And also I cross-posted this at onepieceyaoi100. Thank you.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been walking through his village. He wasn’t even sure if he was still in his village. All around him were faces he didn’t know.
The only thing that he remembered was that by this time, he was usually standing at the playground at the dojo, preparing to practice with Kuina. He was usually readying himself to feel the mix of rivalry and admiration for her. Prepared to share the same dream.
But today he could see that, even though he cried so much at her funeral, she will never again be by his side. She left him with a promise to fill their shared dream.
He hated himself for crying so loudly. Kuina didn’t need a cry-baby as her rival. He was a big boy, and strong. So that’s why when the funeral was finished, he made another promise to his sensei, biting his lip and trying to hold back tears again.
Numbly, he wandered around aimlessly, and ended up meeting people without faces. No one he recognized.
“Zoro!” A familiar voice rang out. That’s Kuina! He thought, trying to run after the fading sound of her voice, in this area of people from an unknown village.
“Kuina! Kuina! Wait for me!” He shouted, calling to her, only to be answered by empty air. There was no Kuina here. No one was going to find him, and share their dream with him. He was alone.
Without being able to hold back, he cried. He cried so loudly that the people with no faces began to crowd around. For the first time in his life, Roronoa Zoro was lost.
He’d had it again. His forehead twitched, and his hands curled into fists. Sighing, I tried to close the distance between our bodies, hoping that our closeness would put a stop to his nightmare. Hoping that in his dreams, he’d find me.
Sometimes I wonder why he has that nightmare. Couldn’t a new dream with all of us on Luffy’s crew cure his loneliness? Why is he always the lost one?
Despite how hard for me to blatantly said it, I want him to accept me as his new rival and partner. And vice-versa; I will do my part as well. But somehow, it seems like I never know how to tell my true feelings for him.
Life had a funny way of bumping two lost boys into each other.
Whispering in his ear, I mutter words of hope to calm him in his sleep. I promise that I will share my dream with him. I promise that I will help find him in his dream. As his breath became measured, and his expression relaxed, I know that somehow he found me at last in his sleep.
But when the schichibukai attacked us, the shitty-swordsman just like that, offered his head to protect our captain. And when my fingers scratched his hand as he knocked me unconscious, once again since that day on the rock with the old geezer, I felt the same loss as slowly, along with my consciousness, my hope of sharing my dream with Zoro collapsed.