AN: I have dared to change this story slightly, meaning that I've shortened it down. 49 pages for a one shot are a bit too long, I've realised. This is also thanks to Seven-Bridges who are in the moment reading through some of my stories, and giving me her naked honesty about 'em. "They're too long, the chapters." She says. Okay. I'll defiantly will work harder on that one, and here it is.

This story are dedicated to one of my great readers, grace121, who was the one who sent me review number 100 on 'Taste of bittersweet Disaster'. Thank you for all the reviews! And here's the story that I promised you! XD Hope you'll like it!

A big thanks to KittyBlue as well for beta-reading this story... When it was ass-fucking long! Thank you Blue-chwaan! You're an angel! Dunno what I should have done without you. And then the short time you used to read it! –hugs you- thank you so much!

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Telling a Story

~: Chapter One:~

The Beach

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"Behold of a new life." The Ripper joked when he came to collect a new soul.

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A storm!

That was all he remembered when he woke up. But he didn't remember any pain; just the rushing blackness there welcomed him. He could hear the sound of the ocean behind him and then the sound of someone choking and spluttering. That someone was himself. Zoro threw up large amount of seawater out of his lungs, followed by the bitter taste of iron. His head tilted to one side and his eyes opened slightly. There was sand, as far as his eyes could reach. He tried to move his neck, but it wouldn't obey him. He could only stay there and stare at the white sand, slowly becoming aware of the ugly red all around him. Fuck! Was he really bleeding that much?

A pair of black shoes, once so well polished, was now standing about three or four feet before his face, all wet, ruined and full of tang. They soon were hidden behind something black, followed by a sound of pouf! One blue eye, as clear and blue as the ocean behind him, widened and stared terrified into his motionless eyes.

Lips moved, but he didn't hear any words.

The features of the blond before him became even more angrily and furious… but he didn't know why.

The only thing he knew was, that he was freezing like hell, he couldn't move and he couldn't breathe right!

'Shit-cook, get out of my face!' he wanted to yell back, but all he got out, was another huge amount of blood spluttering out of his mouth. Double fuck!

Suddenly he felt hands grab his arms. An unbearable pain shot through his whole body, making him want to scream, and scream he did! Darkness surrounded him together with the sweet taste of sleep. And the last thing his ears allowed him to hear was a desperate cook screaming his name.

"ZOROOOOO~!"

~To be continued~