Zeelee-Vallen: I just read that Mihawks swords name is Yoru as well. Isn't that funny? Since she's his fiancé and all.

Maybe it's a sign. Too bad I ship her and Zoro.

The power of an author is amazing.

Do not own One piece.

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He watched as the girl ate in a dazed like state, his jaw almost dropping. She almost had as big of an appetite as his captain! Plates after plates of food would disappear, her eyes distant. Unlike his captain, her body did not bloat or change shape. Where did she put it all?

"Yoru." Zoro twitched at how intimate the girls name sounded on Mihawks lips. "Please do not go over-bored again." Her gaze turned to Mihawk, her face lighting up red. Zoro glowered, his hands tightening around the cutlery in his hands. When did they get so close? They were engaged, but he acted like he knew her for years.

If he knew of his feelings sooner, could he of captured her?

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Yoru huffed, puffing out her chest despite her red face. "I can go grocery shopping again tomorrow, if needed." She returned her gaze to her meal, trying to avoid looking at Zoro. He was probably appalled at how she ate. It was rather unlady like. She couldn't help it, if she wasn't playing attention she could eat for hours. Her appetite was that of a giants.

"Hm, so be it." He gave her a look of entertainment, making her blink. He was amused about something, but what? He was a tricky man. He believed in fate, and loved watching it play out. That was the only time he got such a glint in his eyes. She felt a shiver, someone's eyes were boring into her. Slowly, she turned her head. It was Perona. Her eyes were ablaze with something akin to jealousy. But to what? She snuck a glance at Zoro, her heart jumping when their eyes met. He stared at her, and she stared back. Did she look away? But they made eye contact. Perhaps he was trying to relay something to her?

A small grin pulled itself to his lips as he chugged back some rum, his eyes still on her. If it was possible for a heart to skip a beat, it would have done just that. The look on his face made her want to swoon.

She quickly looked back to her plate, her face heating. Such lewd thoughts. She had to control them, at least until she could speak to Mihawk. It was inappropriate for a lady to think of men other than her… She snuck another look at him, her heart jumping at the glint in his eyes. What was he thinking? It made her so interested. He was a fascinating man. He made her feel things.

She turned her gaze back to the food, her thoughts becoming complicated. She adored Mihawk. But her feelings for him were more like a sense of responsibility. She did love him, but perhaps it was more platonic. When she agreed to marry him, it was because he would take care of her. She didn't hate the idea of marrying him, he was kind. When he made love to her, he was gentle.

But Zoro. When she was near him, her emotions would run ramped. She felt alive around him. She felt like doing things for him, without the pure sense of responsibility. Just the simple looks he would give her would set her on fire. The emotions she kept to controlled, in a cage, ran free around him.

"I will now take my leave, I have business to attend to." She looked up, Mihawk was standing up, a light glint in his eyes. He turned to look at her, nodding. He wanted to speak with her. She stood, leaving her plate. It was Perona turn to clean up anyway.

"I will take my leave as well." She bowed to them, annoyance raging through her when she seen Perona's lecherous grin. She took a deep breath, ignoring it. She had no claim on Zoro. She felt for him, but he was not hers.

Yet.

She turned and stalked out of the room, following Mihawks shadow.

He turned to her, his face dark. She stopped midstride. They were standing in the middle of the hall, in front of one of the windows. Moonlight filtered in, lighting up the hallway. And light up his dreary expression.

"I sought to own you, and your beauty." She tilted her head, watching as his stepped closer. He was usually so stoic, even now he was stoic, if it wasn't for the slight knit of his eyebrows. "Although of what you are, you were always so enchanting." He placed his large hand on her head, the weight on her heart. He knew very well about her. He knew of her past, her actions, and her regrets. He was being offly sentimental, it made her heart ache.

"I-" He cut her off by swooping down, his warm lips pressing against hers.

He pulled back, his eyes having a taunting glint. There was the normal Mihawk. The man whom she grew up with. "I understand your decision. I am a man who known when the fight is lost. I do cherish you, but not like you cherish him." She blinked. He was such a strange, but strong man. And kind, much to kind.

But she felt guilty. Her heart was jumping, her heat rising, yet her Fiance just broke up with her. She shook her head. This was not her resolve. Her resolve was Zoro.

"Thank you, Mihawk." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. He gave her a grin, letting her know he was fine.

"Now lets see, if fate will be kind." She nodded, and turned back towards the dining hall.

He stared at her retreating back, a slight feeling of guilt weighing on him. There was only traces of sadness, since he was not a man of grieving. Soon as Zoro arrived, he seen the changes in her. She was more of a doll than human, her emotions expertly controlled. She always felt obligated, and kept a straight head. Yet, soon as she set eyes on him she lost all composer.

He was not a man of grieving. He could accept defeat. The fates decided against their love. He knew that when she stayed by the mans side, nursing him to health. She cried for him that night, unknowing if he was okay.

He was not a man of grieving. That's why he stayed up late writing a document to sort his feelings. If he didn't, he would have lost control. His feelings run ramped. But he knew fate better then to get upset.

He was a man of grieving. He was upset, his heart torn. He loved her. Her soft smiles, her gentle eyes. He beautiful, yet marred body was the only one he craved. He leaned against the wall, his eyes hard as clouds covered the moon, eating the rays that showed him his way.

He was a man grieving. He would not let his feelings deter her. He knew better. Despite his need to possess her, he had a duty to protect her at all costs.

He was a man. He would wish fate be kind to her future, despite his aching heart.

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She stood outside the door, debating. Should she speak to him now? Later?

"No." She jumped at his voice, it was deep with authority.

"Not even a taste?" She flinched at Perona's lusty voice.

"No." He spoke again.

She puffed out her chest, squaring her shoulders. She was a woman, this was her battleground. Head held high, she strode into the room. Perona was on his lap, clinging to him. Anger flared, burning her skin. She swore if she was anything else, she would have burst into flames. Zoro was sitting, arms crossed, eyes ahead. At least he wasn't responding.

"Oh." Perona looked over to her, eyes slightly widening. With precision, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder, her lips tilting ever so slightly in a small smile. Perona clung closer to him, making her want to twitch. But she didn't. If she moved outside of her perimeters, she might attack something.

This is what he did to her. She watched Marine Lady's over Mihawk and felt nothing. But this made her want to destroy.

"I do believe it's your night for clean up." She motions her hand to the dishes. Perona glowered, floating up from Zoro's lap. "I will show Zoro to his courters, thank you." She motioned for Zoro to follow her. Perona's face reddened, her eyes fire. A small grin crept on her lips, a feeling of satisfaction filling her.

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"How did you enjoy your dinner?" She avoided looking at him, in fear of stuttering. Soon as the exited the hall, he seemed to emit a feeling of triumph.

"Better than that Shit cook." She looked up to him, cursing when her heart skipped. He raised an eyebrow, then realization hit. "You left before the battle, eh?" She blinked, confused. "The waiter who was serving you ended up joining our crew." She clicked her tongue, surprised.

How strange pirates were. Stealing waiters and making them pirates. "I see." She looked down the hall. His room was getting closer. What did she do? Take a detour? No, he might get lost. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. Why did she take him to town? "Tomorrow I will go for groceries, do you care to join me?" He looked slightly surprised, but his expression quickly brightened. He was so adorable. He changed a lot since he met the straw hats. He became a lot more expressive, he was less suspicious like when they first met. He seemed more genuine.

"Sure." He answered simply, making her grin. He was simple. Nothing too complex, yet he made her so joyous with his little actions or answers.

They stood outside his room, both not intending to leave their spot. They merely stood, enjoying each others presence. Then Perona came dashing down the hall, eyes intent on Zoro. Yoru couldn't help but spike. She had to show he was hers. That she wanted him.

Making a split decision, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short body just barely reaching. Perona stopped, she could sense it. But that wasn't enough. Standing on her tipi-toes, she lightly pressed her lips to his cheek.

A choking noise came from the girl, the sound making its way all the way down the hallway.

Satisfied, she trotted away, leaving Zoro.

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She curled up into a ball, the dusty blankets awfully comforting. She was in one of the older rooms, ones she never bothered to clean.

She liked the dust. It reminded her of home. Everything of hers would be dusty, no matter how many times she cleaned it. Just one of the disadvantages of her parents, it seemed. It was so sad, that she was never going to see them again. She loved them.

But fate did not.

She drifted into sleep, sweet memories of her parent mixing into her dreams.

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She awoke to the light filtering through the window. It soft, warm. She disliked it. Grumbling, she shifted out of bed and stumbled into the wall. She held herself, there, disoriented. Cold, hard, the wall was her steadfast as she woke up. Last night… Dinner… Let go… Zoro…. Kiss…. Her face flushed, making her uncomfortably warm. She pressed her forehead to the cold wall in an attempt to cool herself.

He was going to be with her today. She had to keep a strong head. And even worst, she had to keep a string mind in order to confess her feelings. Perhaps last night was a little jump, now she needed to tell him she was no longer with Mihawk, and she liked him.

How hard could that be?

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She regreted everything the moment she seen him, his narrowed eyes on the wasteland like terrain. He was standing infront of the carriage, waiting. For her. She swayed slightly, her mind jumping around. How was she going to bring it up? Did he think of her as dirty for bedding another man, let alone agreeing to marry him?

He turned to her, his eyes lighting up. All her thoughts evaporated, a smile lifting her lips. It was like air carried her to him, her feet hardly playing a part.

"Shall we go?" He asked, motioning toward the carriage.

She nodded. "Yes."

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It was awefully pleasant, being beside him. He made her warm, and light. It was such a comfortable feeling, full of joy. They were sitting side by side, their arms brushing occasionally.

"So." He stared, making her look up. Light pink dusted his cheeks. "Last night's kiss, what was the cause?" She blushed hard. Taking a calming breath, she steadied herself. It seemed her confession was going to happen a lot sooner than expected. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out where to start.

"Last night, my engagement was called off." He blinked. She looked away quickly, embarrassed. "Truth be told, I was going to end it before Mihawk. There are…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "There are some thing you will hate about me, but you're the only person who makes me feel. So thus…" She looked up at him, eyes wide. "I love you, Zoro." She stared up at him, expectant.

He stared at her. This girl was so odd. He knew that from the first day he met her. How was it she stole his heart so fast? His eyes trailed over her soft petal lips, unconsciously leaning closer. No matter how much time he spent with her, it never ended up being enough. Each time he seen her, his heart filled with excitement. He was comfortable with her. At first he thought it was because she was like a little sister, but that all changed last night. Her beauty was astounding, her body sinful. Her sweet womanly sent drifted off her, sending him haywire.

He wanted her. He would take her. In a swoop, he had her in his arms, his lips pressed to hers. His tongue pressed against her sweet tasting lips, asking for entry. She parted them, allowing him to enter her. She mouth was warm, and it tasted of strawberries. Entranced, he held her tighter.

This girl was now his. He was going to make sure it stayed that way.

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Zeelee-Vallen: I really suck at endings. Bad. Either way, it's done :D Even though it's just four chapters, it's still longer then most my story's o.o I hope you liked it!