And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid, like I love you
Title: Message
Theme: # 15 Dial - Set 4
Claim: Zoro
Words: 316
Rating: PG
Warnings: Zo/San. Maybe I should have claimed them after all XD
Disclaimers: I do not own One Piece
He knew that it would probably never reach its destination, and even if it did, he suspected that it wouldn't be delivered to the recipient. But he couldn't help but to send it anyway. He just hoped that the flask post had better sense of direction than he had.
The item in his hand weighted heavy in his hand. Coming out here to the beach had been simple; cutting down the warrior baboons had been easy, but he couldn't just leave the island now that Luffy had given specific orders about where and when to meet up again. The wind ruffled his hair where he stood absolutely still, just looking out at the wast ocean and the horizon beyond it. Somewhere out there...
Hopefully these two years would pass by with the wink of an eye, but that was probably not the case. He would train hard under Mihawk, trying his best to become the World's Greatest Swordsman. But something would always bother him, during all sets of push-ups and sit-ups, and during every second of all the times he sparred with the master; something was missing him. However, he couldn't do anything about it. Nothing but this.
The bottle rested against his feet and he brought up the sound dial to his mouth. Pressing the record button, he just stood there for a second, breathing into the receiver. And then he started talking.
“Sheeh, whoever picks this up: if your not the shitty cook, you can delete this I guess. But if you are, well, then I'm the luckiest guy on earth. Or almost at least. You better not be hurt, you hear me, cook? Uhm, right...”, he paused for a moment. It was an awkward feeling talking into the dead object. Shaking his head he smiled a little and breathed into the dial again.
“I just called to say I love you.”