Title: You Promised

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters just the plot :)

Rating: M

Warning: This story will contain mature Yaoi content if you don't like it don't read it.

Hello again lovelies! Here is another ZoSan one shot. I hope you enjoy!

Sanji bit down hard on his spent cigarette as he tried to control his rage. It had burnt out awhile ago but he had none left thanks to the conversation he was currently having, the realisation making his mood sour even more. He could feel his muscles twitching as he tried to resist the urge to lash out. His hands

balled into tight fists in his lap as he sat stiffly on his own couch.

"Sanji please we have to finalise the arrangements." Nami whispered softly, sniffing quietly as tears silently slid down her pale cheeks.

Not even the sight of those tears could calm him. In fact they made his anger spike. This conversation had been going on for a few hours and all it had done was go around and around in circles.

"No." he manage to grind out from between his clenched teeth.

"Sanji please! You're not the only one who needs to grieve! You're not the only one who wishes he never left! But he did! So you need to accept it!" Nami's voice had risen considerably and the only thing that kept her anchored to the chair she was occupying was Robin's hand resting on her shoulder.

Sanji shoved his dead cigarette in the ashtray on the small coffee table and grabbed his drink, taking a huge mouthful, welcoming the familiar burn of the fiery liquid down his throat.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"You're right. I wish he never left but there is no way that I can believe he's dead until I see hard proof Nami. I'm not going to just take some assholes word for it!" he took another deep breath. If this conversation lasted any longer he was going to lose his control. He never wanted to raise his voice at a lady but he had his limits and those limits were currently being stretched beyond belief.

"That asshole is Luffy's grandfather! Why in the world would Garp lie to you, he's practically family! There was no way he could have survived the blast. They found his entire squad in pieces. You have to face it Sanji, it's the only way you'll be able to move on so please…." the tears started falling harder and Robin started rubbing small circles into the younger girls back, trying to calm her. Sanji was glad that the raven was quiet, one voice trying to convince him to accept it was enough.

"No Nami." with that he stood up to go grab another drink. He needed to keep busy, if he stayed in one spot then he would snap, besides the alcohol was helping him keep as calm as possible.

"FOR FUCK SAKE SANJI! HE'S GONE! ZORO IS NEVER COMING BACK! NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU WAIT, HE WILL NEVER WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR AGAIN!" Nami slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as the words erupted from her, but it was too late and she knew it.

Sanji froze in his tracks. His grip tightened almost to the point of breaking the glass in his hand. The words making the blood in his veins freeze before turning into a boiling river of rage.

"You need to leave." It came out quietly, almost like a whisper but it somehow echoed heavily in the tense air.

"Sanji I-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" The words were punctuated by a loud smash as Sanji launched the glass across the room and into the wall.

Both Nami and Robin flinched at the sound, Nami's eyes wide as she looked at the shattered remains of the glass.

"Come on Nami, we should go." Robin gently grabbed her arm and led her to the front door as Sanji just stood there shaking.

He felt his rage overtake him. He was furious at the whole situation, everyone trying to comfort him, all the pity, how everyone had just given up. He didn't even care that he had just yelled at the women, how fucking dare she say that.

For the last couple of days his friends had tried to get him to talk about the funeral, to finalise the details so that they could what? Bury an empty casket? Put a gravestone on a plot of land to commemorate a body that wasn't there? What kind of fucked up shit was that?

Zoro wasn't that weak. There was no way Sanji could believe that he was actually gone. There was no way he would break his promise to come home for good.

However, as he stood there with Nami's words ringing in his head, he felt that small voice that he had managed to stuff down deep inside rear its ugly head. What if she was right? Why would Garp lie?

He remembered every single second of Garps visit two weeks ago. He had played it over and over again in his head, trying to convince himself that everything the man said was wrong.

The banging on the door had woken him and he had stumbled, still half asleep, to open the door.

Squinting up at the large silhouette in front of him, he immediately recognised Luffy's grandfather.

"Garp?" He questioned as he automatically moved aside to let the man in.

"Look son, I'm going to cut to the chase." The man began as he stepped into the living room. "Yesterday morning Zoro's troop was caught in a nasty explosion. The blast itself levelled a few blocks of land. As far as we can tell there were no survivors, although it's been quite difficult to identify the bodies." The man grimaced at that. "Zoro has been pronounced missing in action and assumed dead."

He had heard the man continue talking but he hadn't listened. He had been too caught up trying to remember how to breathe.

It had been Zoro's last deployment and the shitty fucking bastard had promised he would be home for good.

Sanji felt the rage he had tried to hold in explode. He grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it, not even stopping long enough to watch the lamp shatter on the ground, ignoring the darkness that engulfed the room as a result he started to throw books, cups, pillows, anything he could find.

The bastard had promised! He was supposed to walk through that door, with that damn cocky smirk on his face like the idiot marimo always did and he was supposed to stay for good.

He was supposed to tease him, argue with him, fight him until they inevitably started hugging and kissing instead. He was supposed to make the cook's life a living hell, infuriate him, surprise him and love him all at once because that's what they did.

Sanji would never forgive him. If he had left him here by himself he would never forgive him.

Sanji didn't even realise that tears were streaming down his face as he destroyed the living room. All the weeks of denial and bottled up emotion had finally taken its toll on the blonde. He couldn't contain his rage or his fear of being left behind. Most of all he couldn't contain the harsh sobs that bubbled up his throat as his heart shattered at the thought that Zoro was never coming home.

Screaming his pain to the world he kicked the small coffee table across the room before he collapsed onto his knees, bending forward he hugged himself as he let all of his tears fall, trying desperately to hold himself together somehow.

He didn't know how long he stayed like that. Collapsed in on himself and trembling with fear and rage. It was only the cramping in his legs that made him haul himself up.

He slowly made his way to the bedroom, kicking the door open and shedding his clothes as he went, not even caring where they landed. He made his way over to the dresser and pulled on some boxers and after some quick contemplation he pulled on one of Zoro's favourite shirts.

The smell of the swordsman surrounded him and he quickly climbed into the bed, curling into a tight ball hoping the scent would stay.

He wanted to sleep but at the same time he really didn't. Every night since he had received the news of Zoro's death he had dreamt of the man. He either woke up screaming and crying as nightmares gripped him or he woke up crying out in pleasure as his subconscious taunted him with a very naked and willing Zoro. Either way he was so emotionally drained that he didn't think he could handle another dream, good or not. However despite his wishes, before he knew it darkness had consumed him and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he felt those strong warm arms wrap around him he wanted to cry. How could his mind be so cruel? The warmth of the man behind him seeped into his very soul and the feeling of a nose being buried in his hair and the small hum of contentment made fresh tears silently crawl down his cheeks. Fine, if his mind was going to be this cruel he was going to cherish every moment.

He flipped around and was met with one stormy grey eye staring intently at him. He lifted a trembling hand and traced over the familiar scar and cheek, down the strong jaw and neck until he fisted it in the white t-shirt that Zoro always loved to wear and pulled himself as close as he could. He buried his face in the muscular chest and felt the arms around him tighten.

He could feel the soft thudding of the mans heartbeat and as he lay there listening to it, he tried to stifle the sobs that were making their way up his throat. But try as he may, he couldn't. He would never actually feel this again. He would wake up and reality would hit him like a tonne of bricks, he would have to figure out how to live without this warmth, without this comfort and without this love.

Zoro pulled back and placed a hand under Sanji's chin, silently asking him to look up. As he lifted his head, Zoro bent his head down and kissed the tears away. He brushed the hair from Sanji's eyes and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose and finally claimed his lips in a soft kiss.

The tears came harder no matter what he tried. The thought that this wasn't real weighed heavily on him and every movement, every touch, every sound, he would never experience again. As the thoughts tumbled through his mind the kiss turned more passionate, more desperate.

Zoro pushed against him so that he was leaning over the blonde. His tongue pushed its way into Sanji's mouth and quickly took over. Their tongues danced together in a tango they would never forget, no matter how long they had been apart. Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro's neck and pulled him closer as a tanned hand started to run up his side and over his stomach.

He knew how this ended. He knew that if he let this continue he would wake up sweaty turned on and alone. He didn't want that. He didn't want to lose this yet. Breaking away from the kiss he tried to catch his breath. Zoro continued down his jaw and started sucking on his neck, marking him as his, however Sanji knew it wouldn't be there when he woke up. With that thought he made up his mind.

"Zoro." His voice was shaky and uneven but the green-haired man didn't seem to notice, he just hummed and continued on with his exploration. "Zoro." he tried again and this time the man pulled off and looked down at him, confusion and worry etched into his features.

Sanji lightly cupped his cheek and ran a thumb over his cheekbone. "Just…..just hold me." Zoro's brow creased a fraction, Sanji could understand the confusion, he had never asked for this before.

"Please just….just be here with me." Tears fell from the corner of his eyes and he cursed them. Zoro's gaze softened and he leant down to rub his nose against Sanji's. The gentle gesture made the blonde's control crack and he let out a shaky breath before he burst into tears. Strong arms pulled him into a tight embrace and Sanji cried harder. His mind was a cruel place. Here he was grieving Zoro while said man comforted him, what kind of ridiculously fucked up situation was that.

However as he cried he felt hands sift through his hair and a deep warm voice whispering in his ear, apologising over and over again, telling him it was alright because he was here now. But that was the cruelest thing of all because he wasn't. Zoro wasn't here. Zoro was never going to be there again and so he cried until he had no tears and everything faded away as darkness consumed him once again.

He woke up just as he expected to, alone. He slowly rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The hollow feeling in his chest weighed him down and he didn't feel like moving. However a clanging of pots in the kitchen made him groan in frustration. Of course Ace would be here, he was really regretting giving the bastard a key. Nami and Robin would've told him and Luffy about last night and he would want to talk.

He slowly dragged himself out of the bed and into the bathroom. There was no way he was walking out there looking like he did. He glanced in the mirror and grimaced as he saw himself. His hair was a birds nest and his eyes were red and puffy. The rest of his face was pale, even more so than usual and he really needed to brush his teeth.

Turning on the shower and stepping into the hot spray he let the water wash away the evidence of his grief. He stood there until the water started to turn cold and then turned the tap off. He quickly ran a towel over his head and brushed his teeth before making his way into the bedroom to grab some clothes. He decided to wear some sweat pants and grabbed one of Zoro's hoodies, fingering the fabric for a minute, he took a deep breath and let it out before turning and making his way out the door.

He slowly padded down the hallway, really not looking forward to the conversation he was about to have. He walked into the living room and noticed that the mess he had made the night before had been cleaned up. He made a mental note to thank Ace for it with a feast or something. He made his way over to the kitchen door and stopped in his tracks.

Standing there pouring some coffee into a mug was not the freckle-faced raven he had expected. There stood the green-haired bastard Sanji had thought he would never see again.

Zoro turned around and smiled, holding out the coffee he had just poured. "Hey you, feeling better?" His voice was soft and held a gentleness that Sanji had rarely heard before. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his legs buckled, a hand made its way to his mouth as he sank to the floor, shaking his head in disbelief. Zoro was instantly at his side, hands on his shoulders.

"Sanji! Hey Sanji what's wrong?" Sanji looked up into the concerned gaze and he choked back a sob. This couldn't be real, couldn't be happening. His mind was playing tricks on him, it was Ace in front if him and his mind had just conjured Zoro in his place because that's what he desperately wanted. It's not like it hadn't happened before.

Without a sound Sanji jerked back, breaking eye contact and moving faster than he thought possible, he found himself back in his room curled up in his bed. At some point his body had started shaking and tears had managed to escape to run freely down his face. This was too cruel. To occupy is dreams was one thing but to overtake his waking mind was a different matter entirely.

He heard soft footsteps before the bed dipped, there was some rustling behind him and then warm arms slid around him. Those same warm arms he always felt. He wanted to believe this was real, he desperately wanted those arms to be Zoro's but he was dead. He had finally accepted that fact so why was his mind being so cruel?

"Sanji, it's me, I'm right here." The warm words were whispered in his ear and the arms tightened until they were almost painful.

"Look at me." Sanji shook his head at the request. If he did that then everything would disappear. This Zoro would melt away to reveal Ace and he couldn't bear to see that.

"Sanji, please." The low voice cracked and Sanji couldn't stand that. Steeling himself for the inevitable he turned onto his other side to meet a tear glistened eye.

He reached a hand up to brush away the stray tear that had fallen and placed a soft kiss on the warm cheek.

"I wish you could stay with me….I wish that you were really him…." His tears started to fall heavier.

Zoro frowned slightly and then realisation seemed to dawn on him. Leaning forward he placed his lips a breath away from Sanji's.

"I'm here Sanji, I'm home and I'm never leaving again. I'm going to show you how much I fucking missed you and make you realise that this is real. That I am real." With that said lips descended on his, hungry yet gentle.

Hands travelled down his torso and found their way under his shirt, moving back up, exploring every dip and bulge of muscle. The tongue devouring him took his breath away and all he could do was hold on.

His mind was a jumbled mess and he couldn't make out a single thought, he must've still been asleep because Ace would never do this, which meant one thing. He would wake up soon and Zoro would be gone.

Not knowing what else to do, he buried his fingers in that soft green hair and pulled the man in closer, trying to stop the tears running down his face.

The hands under his shirt slowly lifted it up and over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. Calloused fingers traced his warm skin, making him shiver until they found his nipples and pinched. Sanji let out a soft moan that was instantly swallowed by that hot mouth.

He pulled himself as close as he could, wrapping a leg around the bigger man's hip, grinding down he was rewarded with a loud groan and before he knew it he was on his back. Zoro broke the kiss to slowly travel down his neck, nipping and sucking as he went. Sanji had to admit this was nothing like his other dreams, Zoro never took this much time, never just explored at a leisurely pace but he loved the extra attention, it made him feel special.

When he reached the soft juncture of the blonde's neck and shoulder he bit down and sucked. A moan tore its way up his throat and he bucked his hips in response.

The other man growled low in his throat and without warning, pulled back and stared down at him. His one good eye roamed over Sanji and seemed to be thinking about something. After a few moments, tanned fingers found their way into the waistband of his sweat pants and boxers and slowly pulled them down. Zoro leant forward once more and kissed the skin that was exposed, making his way down both legs before pulling Sanji's pants all the way off. Warm hands ran up his legs and again that hot mouth followed, nearly worshipping his legs as Zoro slowly made his way up.

Sanji didn't dare say anything, Zoro had always loved his legs, although he would never admit it, but he knew. He always found a reason to grab them or have them wrapped around him. Not to mention whenever Sanji wore his black skinny jeans Zoro would always check him out when he thought the blonde wasn't looking, however he had never appreciated them this way, never been so gentle with him. They were a force of nature together, it was just how they were and this gentle side of Zoro was making it very hard for Sanji to hold his tears at bay.

Hands stopped at his hips and thumbs rubbed small circles into the soft flesh. He felt warm breath on his aching member and before he could say anything it was engulfed by heat.

His back arched and he threw his head back, a loud moan echoing around the room. That talented tongue swirled and teased, mouth sucking in a way that only Zoro knew how yet still managing to take it slow, which somehow made the experience more intense, bringing him close to the edge in no time. He tried to push the man off, he wanted this to last, he didn't want to wake up, but the green-haired man didn't budge, he just doubled his efforts.

He felt his release rush forward and he couldn't stop the cry of the man's name mixed with tears at the loss he knew he was about to feel. He shuddered as that hot mouth worked him through his orgasm and then he felt small kisses on his hip and stomach.

He ran his hands through soft green hair and then froze. That's not the way it worked. He normally woke up as soon as he reached his peak so how the hell…..?

He sat up as quickly as he could, forcing Zoro into a sitting position and grabbed the face in front of him. His hands traced every line, every well known bump and curve and then made their way down to broad shoulders and the muscular chest which was still concealed by that damn white t-shirt. His eyes snapped up to see Zoro looking at him patiently, seeming to understand that the cook needed a minute.

The warm hands on his hips and the fact that the body beneath his fingers felt so real made realisation slam into him harder than a freight train.

"Y...You're real….you're r..really…..h..home." He choked on a sob and Zoro smiled softly before pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Of course I'm home, I promised didn't I? You doubting me now shit cook?" The teasing tone and the horrible nickname were proof enough for him and pulling away slightly, he claimed Zoro's lips in a hungry kiss. Fire consumed him as the realisation sunk in. Zoro was home, Zoro was right here with him. He had cried all night in his arms thinking it was a dream when he had actually been there the whole time.

He broke away from the kiss and then hit Zoro right in the middle of his chest with all the force he could muster. Zoro gasped as the air left his lungs, surprise written all over his face.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, you asshole!" Sanji cried as fresh tears streaked down his face. The sense of relief that consumed him made him feel light and before Zoro had a chance to answer him he pulled him in for another kiss. His tongue found its way into Zoro's mouth, consuming him like a drowning man as he lost himself in the familiar feel of the man in front of him.

As their kiss deepened and one of Zoro's hands made their way into his hair, Sanji felt need overtake him, desperate and fierce. He needed to be close to Zoro in anyway possible. Sanji ran his hands up the muscular torso, taking the white shirt with it. He pulled away from the kiss as he damn near ripped the shirt off him before quickly locking their lips together again. He pushed the man backwards until he was straddling his hips, lips never once breaking their heated dance.

He couldn't get enough, it had been too long. His hands greedily ran over firm muscles, tracing over familiar scars and delighting in the way Zoro shivered beneath him. He broke their kiss to make his way down the other man's neck, finding the one spot just beneath his ear that made the green-haired man moan deliciously, he made sure to leave a mark there before continuing.

He reached Zoro's chest and found the top of his massive scar that split his torso in half. He ran his tongue down it, from shoulder to hip and then back up before nipping lightly at the raised flesh. Zoro hissed and he felt fingers dig into the muscles on his back. Smirking, he latched onto a hard nipple and Zoro groaned. His hands deftly undid Zoro's black jeans and without skipping a beat he invaded said jeans and wrapped his long fingers around Zoro's dick. He pumped slowly and Zoro's back arched in pleasure.

"Fuuuck...San...Sanji...wai-AHH!" Sanji bit down on the abused nipple and tightened his grip, the swordsman moaned long and loud and his hands threaded through blonde hair.

Raising his head he brought his lips up to brush against Zoro's ear. "Not a chance Marimo, I've waited over a year and a half for this, I thought you died, I thought I would never be able to see you, touch you or hear your voice ever again." His voice cracked and he had to take a second to push back the tears that were threatening to fall. "So excuse me but I'm not waiting anymore." With that said he wrapped a hand around the other man's neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Zoro couldn't do anything but return the kiss and let out small noises at Sanji's ministrations but he felt one of the hands that was in his hair wrap around him and pulled him closer. Sanji smiled at the small gesture and pulling back from the kiss he brought his mouth up to Zoro's ear and sucked on the earlobe, playing with the earrings that hung there.

Zoro started to buck into his hand and a small whimper escaped his lips. After a few moments of making the man squirm he ceased his attack and scooted down, positioning himself in between the powerful thighs. He pulled the jeans and boxers down in one fluid movement and threw them somewhere on the floor. He leant over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube from the drawer, throwing it next to Zoro before he slowly ran his hands up his legs, mimicking what Zoro had done to him earlier.

Taking his time he made his way up until he reached the top. He flicked his gaze up to see that Zoro was staring at him, breathing laboured and without breaking eye contact he licked up the underside of Zoro's cock, making the man shudder and drop his head back in a quiet moan.

He took the head of Zoro's cock into his mouth and kept going until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. Zoro's hands flew back to his hair and pulled, making the smaller man groan at the sensation. Zoro's back arched, pushing his cock deeper into Sanji's throat and a drawn out moan escaped his lips followed by a string of curses.

Sanji made quick work of making the usually stoic man a sweating, panting mess. He savoured every movement, every sound and reaction. The familiar taste of Zoro was definitely something that he had missed the most. He had missed how one touch, one noise from the green-haired man could make him come undone but the taste of him on his tongue was something that he could never grow tired of.

He reached out in search of the lube he had thrown on the bed earlier and made a small noise of triumph when his fingers closed around the small plastic bottle. He opened it and coated his fingers before parting the swordsman's legs a bit further. He circled the tight entrance a few times before slipping a finger in. The green-haired man gasped at the intrusion but it quickly turned into a moan as Sanji dipped his tongue into the slit of his cock.

He worked his finger in and out a few times before adding another. Zoro arched his back as his sweet spot was hit and the sound that came out of his mouth made shivers run down Sanji's spine.

"S..Sanji...Plea-AHHH..please.." Zoro managed to moan out.

His own cock jumped to attention at all the noises coming out of Zoro's mouth and he looked up nearly cumming right then and there at the sight before him.

He pulled off Zoro's dick and took in the sight. Zoro was red faced and panting, hands fisting in the sheets as they fell from Sanji's head, skin sweat glistened and eyes dazed. Sanji pumped his fingers a few more times before pulling them out.

Ignoring the protesting whine that escaped the man beneath him, he slicked up his dick and grabbing Zoro's legs, placed them around his hips as he lined himself up.

Zoro reached up and moved the hair out of Sanji's face, revealing both eyes and Sanji slowly pushed in, never breaking eye contact, making sure that this wouldn't disappear. Making sure to take in every look and every sound, imprinting it in his mind like it was their first time all over again.

As he fully sheathed himself, both men moaned at the feeling of finally being together and Sanji stopped to let Zoro adjust. He leant down and claimed his lips in a tender kiss, one hand supporting him next to Zoro's head and the other gently cupping his face. Their tongues danced lazily and Sanji pulled back to rest his forehead against Zoro's.

"You ok?" Zoro grinned and bucked his hips in answer, catching Sanji off guard. A surprised groan left him and smiling he pulled back lifting Zoro's hips a bit higher before pulling out and slowly thrusting back in, a drawn out moan escaped his lips as Zoro's heat engulfed him. His imagination was good but it could never live up to the real thing.

He started off slow, each thrust making both men moan until Sanji lost his patience and picked up his speed, settling into a rough rhythm.

"Sanji….. fuck...harder!" Zoro gasped out.

Sanji happily obliged, shifting Zoro's legs onto his shoulders he snapped his hips forward with more force, making Zoro cry out as Sanji found his sweet spot. Aiming for that spot he pounded into Zoro over and over again, he could feel the familiar coil in his gut and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He wrapped a hand around Zoro's leaking cock and started pumping him in time with his thrusts. Zoro's head flew back and it only took a few more pumps before he was cumming, screaming Sanji's name as he flew over the edge. Sanji lost himself in the feel of Zoro tightening around him and quickly followed, thrusting a few more times as he came inside that delicious heat.

He let Zoro's legs fall and slowly pulled out, a small hiss leaving the man below him. Before Sanji could move any further he was pulled down into a slow kiss and Sanji felt tears well up again. Except this time it was because he was so fucking happy. Zoro pulled away but only slightly.

"I fucking love you Sanji." Zoro whispered.

He pressed closer, not caring about the mess in between them and let himself just feel the man underneath him. He captured those soft lips again and slowly explored, all desperation gone. Once the need for air became too great he pulled away. The realisation of everything crashed down around him and the tears he had tried so hard to keep at bay came out.

"Fuck Zoro…..they said...shit..I love you, don't ever do that to me again you bastard! I thought… I thought I had lost you." His voice came out thick and he clung to him, burying his face in the crook of Zoros neck. Zoro ran his hands down Sanji's back and placed a soft kiss on his head.

"I know… I'm so sorry. I tried to contact you but I couldn't get through." Sanji felt guilt well up. He had turned his phone off because of all the pity messages and calls he was receiving. He pulled back and looked down at Zoro.

"Shit I'm sorry my phone-" Zoro cut him off with a quick kiss and Sanji decided to let it go. It didn't matter anymore, Zoro was here but there was just one more thing he needed to know.

"But how?" he asked quietly.

Zoro looked at him in confusion for a moment before an embarrassed smile crossed his face.

"It's a long story but basically I got lost." Sanji stared at him for a full minute before bursting into laughter. Zoro rolled his eyes and huffed at the blonde's reaction.

Sanji rolled to the side and wrapped his arms around his stomach trying to contain himself. The idiot Marimo had lived because his sense of direction was shit? He was never going to complain about it ever again.

Finally calming down he pulled Zoro towards him. Wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his chest. He breathed in the familiar scent and he felt every fear and inch of despair leave him.

"Marimo?" he said softly.

"Mmmm?"

"Welcome home."

Zoro pulled him in closer and he let out a sigh of contentment. His Marimo was home.