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In the morning, Brooke was found upon the deck, spread eagled, a clear stab wound through his heart, his skeletal mouth opened as if in neverending song, a violin in one hand and his blade in the other.
All wept, but for one--Luffy, whose rage overcame sorrow as he asked the one question that had yet to leave anybody else's lips. "Where's Zoro?"
"Here." Zoro spoke from behind Luffy, arms swinging at his sides, and his face as emotionless as it was when Luffy first met the swordsman, tied up in order to save a single village.
"How did you let this happen?" Luffy's voice was quiet, his breathing almost silent. When there was no answer, Luffy screamed in Zoro's face. "How?"
"I did it," Zoro said, calmly.
A punch met Zoro's face straight on, and Zoro, expecting it, bore it without complaint.
"B-but..." Usopp looked down at his hands, lost for words. "Why?"
"He wanted to," Zoro said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "He was a musician without the ability to play music." His eyes grew distant, as they so often did during a battle--and, some would suppose, long after the shock wore off, this was a type of battle. "For one following his passions, spirit is the most important of elements, and when the spirit fades, one ceases to live." He unsheathed a sword, held it at Brooke's neck, stared into the eyes that did indeed cease to live. "He was no longer a musician."
"But he was our nakama!" A scream tore its way out of Luffy's throat, raw and painful.
Coldly, "He was a musician, and wanted to die before he was a liability. I'd want the same. To die with honour and pride. Like a man."
"Then maybe you don't belong on this ship, Zoro."
"And maybe I cannot serve underneath a captain too attached to his nakama to see when it's best of them to leave." Zoro swung down the side of the ship, into one of the small ships. "I'll be taking this," he shouted up at them, all traces of tears absent from his face.
"Zoro!" Sanji suddenly screamed out from the deck. "You'll die out there!"
"If I die," Zoro said, already paddling away, "then I was not capable of being the best. And I'll die a swordsman."
Nami made to scream something else, but Zoro was already gone, and as they wept, they were not sure if they wept for Zoro, or for Brooke, who had died the moment his voice did.
On the Thousand Sunny, there was silence.
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A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
Leopold Stokowski
((Authornon apologizes for characterdeath andbaww, and hopes that somebody who can write something you probably had more in mind comes along. Until then, I do hope you did enjoy it.))
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*sobs* This was too sad ;_; I'm not that attached to Brooke yet but it broke my heart anyway to see him suffer like that... And Zoro leaving. For some reason it was so tragic to see the first nakama leaving at the same time as the last. Uuuuu~~~
You're awful/wonderful for writing this story, Anon. ♥
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Wow...so much drama and such a sad ending!
Very powerful stuff here!
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