Hi! I'm very new on this website and also to writing stories. Which means I'm not very familiar here, neither am I a good writer, so I'm sorry if any parts of the story come across as crappy ;-;.

If there are any things I can improve on, please let me know by leaving a review :)

This is my original Zoro/Robin (One Piece) story, hope you enjoy! Before you start, thank you so much for taking your time to give this a shot! It makes me so happy!

I don't own One Piece (hEcK I wish), (G)Oda Sensei does.

Prologue

It's been six months. Six months since her hands were slick with the blood of a nakama. Six months since he'd been simply… gone. Back when everything started, during the life-changing events at Enies Lobby, if she had known… well, she wouldn't have cried out those four cursed words on the balcony of the government building. She wouldn't have given him a reason. Her soul had went wild with the notion of setting out to sea with real nakama, with actual people who cared for and loved her. Love that wasn't just a facade. Back then, two and a half years ago, she cried out: I want to live.

He has never been the kind to show any emotion. Ever. She cannot remember once seeing him shed tears or even just blinking them away. In her memory, he has seemed at times to not have a heart. One instance comes to mind with the mention of his utter lack of emotion, and that was the heart wrenching funeral of their loyal ship, the Going Merry. Everyone had had some kind of reaction, even herself, even Vinsmoke Sanji had been blinking away tears. But him? Nothing. Not a single drop of water even entered his eyes. He stood there with his arms crossed, dignified as he witnessed the death of a beloved nakama. However, they have always been so aware of his absolute sense of honor and loyalty, displayed most during their adventures on the island of zombies: Thriller Bark. She doubt those who know of it are going to forget it anytime soon, especially Sanji, whom, from what she'd heard, had seen him standing alone, victorious, and covered in blood in a clearing after taking the blunt of their captain's pain and fatigue. Slightly ironic, isn't it? That the person he fought so hard to protect is one of the crew unaware of his enormous sacrifice. Here, she chuckles a bit to herself, a joyless sound. Gray, dull, and deprived of life.

She will never forget the words that he uttered to her when everything first started, when they first recognized their feelings. He had told her: I'm only going to break your heart.

And though the words unsettled her, she had never dug too deep, but it turned out that he did indeed break her heart, along with a little bit of everyone else on the crew. And most of all, he went ahead and crushed the soul of their captain. He did all of this, in the absolute worst way possible.