A/N: Woot! Second chapter! I got a few nice reviews, a favorite, an alert, and most importantly! *spins in a circle happily before getting dizzy and throwing up* Ugghhhh... X.x *ahem* I got me a beta! *kisses Gecko-san up and down multiple times, smearing leftover throwup on clothing* Love ya! ^.^;

Zoro reached the house at around 9 a.m. Since it was Saturday, Kuma didn't have to go to work today, and Zoro secretly was happy about it. When he was little, he'd call his uncle Kuma "Papa Bear" and Kuma would let him ride on his shoulders, making him feel like the tallest person in the world.

Thinking back, all of his memories of Kuma were good ones. The man was impossible to hate and Zoro liked that in him. He was the most honest, most fairest person he had ever met, and so made his job as a judge quite fitting for the man. It made Zoro laugh to imagine him as anything else. It was the only fitting job, and it made sense.

He remembered when "he" died and when Kuma stepped in to take care of Zoro and when he made the awkward transition of wanting to call Kuma dad but not being sure if that'd be to ** the man... it was hard to tell.

As nice as Zoro knew he was, the man had the greatest poker face ever. He'd only seen Kuma cry twice, once was while watching Bambi (he teared up a bit during Cinderella too but for the most part he held it in...), and the other was at "his" funeral. He remembered giggling as a butterfly fluttered around Kuma's head a few times before fluttering away, Kuma walking after it silently to admire for a little while longer. He remembered how he was not once scared of the man, even as a baby. He remembered how when Kuma took him out, nobody would bump into them while they walked the busy streets, a hole always formed around them out of fear from the older man.

Zoro found himself wearing a light smile as he thought back to the fond memories of childhood, the ones that seemed to block out the bad ones which was probably Kuma's intentions in the first place, to block out the bad memories but in a less obvious way. It annoyed him so much that after "he" died, his teachers would always make an effort in talking to Zoro and would let him get away with all kinds of crap. He punched a kid and didn't even get sent to the principal's office. So, out of annoyance on the lack of punishment, Zoro's goal was to get punished, which subsequently made him pretty much popularly disliked by students and made him seem far worse a kid than he actually was.

"Do you want to come to church tonight?" Kuma asked, walking into Zoro's room that Zoro's lived in since birth to help unpack, face ever so emotionless, eyes covered by sunglasses, small enough to just barely cover the whites around his eyes.

"You know I've never been a fan of the whole "God" thing. Atheist?" he reminded, taking note of the small nod of disapproval before Kuma walked out of the room to go put some of Zoro's things in the closet. He's taken crap since he was four about not believing in God. He went to a catholic school and called B.S. on the idea since it was told to him, it was just how he is. He took an extra amount of crap considering both Kuma and his dad were devout Catholics themselves, their father being a deacon.

After a while more of unpacking and resettling into his old home, Zoro and Kuma sat on the couch to watch some TV.

Zoro was sitting there, eyes open, staring at the T.V. as if in a trance, while his mind wandered off to thousands of different things, the only thing he could even remember about the movie he was still watching was that it was black and white and that he could occasionally hear a horse and gun shots.

"Do we have any Orange Juice?" he asked suddenly, his eyes breaking away from the T.V. screen.

"... I brought some yesterday." was his short reply from the other man.

Zoro practically ran to the refrigerator, swinging the door open only to have his face drop in disappointment when he saw that the brand of juice wasn't Ourange Love. "Ummm... This has pulp in it! I'm gonna run to the store real quick." Zoro said, not really minding pulp that much, just wanting the other brand.

On his way to the store which was only a mile or so a way, Zoro couldn't help but laugh at some of the store's names, attempting to be clever. "Dogue, fashion for dogs.", "Wokkstar", and he even saw a gardening store called "The Dirty Hoe" which got an out loud laugh out of him.

Suddenly, while looking through more store names, he caught sight of the man who had been haunting his dreams once more and he growled as their eyes made contact for but a second. "Are we really doing this again?" he shouted out loud, getting worried and confused stares from others passing by before he ran across the busy street into the cafe, almost getting hit by a taxi in the process.

He dashed into the cafe, hastily looking around the room for the man who once again vanished from existence like last time before calming himself to take some of the stares off of him, taking a seat by the door.

"Hi! Can I take your order?" a jumpy teen about the same age as Zoro asked with a large smile.

"Hmmm... Just some warm milk." he said, trying to calm down.

"You're lucky! Today, a free muffin comes with each drink!" The boy said, over-excited for a total stranger.

"Lucky me!" he said with a smirk, indulging the boy with his enthusiasm.

About 3 minutes later, the kid returned with a cup of milk and puffy cheeks. "Where's my free muffin?" Zoro asked with still traces of a smile on his face. The kid gave nervous glances in all directions as he "discreetly" chewed and swallowed whatever was in his mouth, before nervously saying "Uummm... A guy stole it!" he said, never quite making eye contact with him.

"I guess you and me will just have to go hunt him down then." Zoro said with a smirk, the boy making his day with his antics.

"Umm... We can't! He had wings 'coz he was half pigeon! He swam away!" the boy said, loosening the tie of his uniform as he averted his eyes in every direction other than Zoro's.

"Well... Luffy," Zoro said, pausing to squint and read the boy's name tag. "It's a shame he stole it and "swam", not flew? Swam away because I was going to offer it to you, you know."

Luffy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear in response, confusing Zoro. "How did you... How did you know my name!" Luffy almost squeaked in fear, causing Zoro to sweat drop.

"You're wearing a name tag..."

"... Oh yeah! Hi! I'm Luffy! And a bird man didn't eat your muffin! I was hungry!" he admitted, bowing in apology after re-introducing himself pointlessly.

"No? There wasn't a birdman?" he said in dry shock, the other boy not picking up on it. "You do realize that now you have to find a way to pay me back though." He said with a grin, not really wanting anything in return, just seeing how the boy would respond, not quite ready to end the uplifting chat, seeing as he got very few of them lately.

"Hmmm... Oh! My high school is having an event next week! Each student is allowed to bring in one free guest! I was gonna bring my brother but he had to leave town for work." Luffy said with a smile that radiated with love.

Zoro was caught off guard by the kind request and his smile faded into a melancholy one, causing Luffy's face to drop in worry too. Zoro quickly caught himself and said "What kind of event?" with the returned smirk.

"A party! A Hugeeeeeee PARTY!" Luffy yelled jumping up and down with a little twirl too."We have one every year!" He said.

Suddenly, something in Luffy's brain must've clicked because he jumped up and said "I'm on the clock!" before running away to one of the other tables to take orders.

Zoro gave a somber smile at the act before silently finishing his milk. He then wrote his number on a napkin before standing up to walk out, but as an afterthought, to spare himself of any confusion of leaving your number on a napkin for another guy, he added "call and give me the info- it's been fun." before walking out to head home.

Then, pulling a Luffy, something clicked in his brain before he ran back in the opposite direction mumbling "Damn it! The juice!"

Sparing no time, he went straight to the juice isle, grabbing a "Ourange Love" juice bottle and looking it over for contact info, taking note that they had a website and phone number... for a juice company. He pushed that little thought aside and hastily bought the juice, running home to make up the time he spent at the coffee shop.

When he came home, he found a small note on the counter with handwriting so neat it looked like it was printed out of a computer simply saying the word "Church," leaving Zoro alone in the house.

Wasting no time, Zoro got out his laptop with a bamboo-themed cover (Kawai ^w^~ ) and went to the website, seeing a different picture of the girl on each page of the website but not a single way to contact her. That's where it hit him. She was a thin girl with a face that didn't make your eyes bleed and a pair of boobs that made your nosebleed. She's the target of perverts nation-wide!

If they gave out her contact info, she would be spammed by so many perverts that she'd be forced into pornography! Like hell they would reveal any of her info. There were some real sick bastards living in the U.S.

He knew in order to get to her, he'd have to already know her, in a way that showed he did. The website would be useless. He may stand a chance on the phone though.

"Hello? Ourange Love, love. Care to return some?" a lady with a thick Brooklyn accent answered.

Zoro paused a second to understand the greeting before saying "Umm... Hi. My name is Zoro and I'm an old.. umm.. "friend" of your company's model. I'm hoping you might give me a way of contacting her?"

There was a pause at the other end of the line before the lady finally began talking. "Listen honey. I'm sure your feeling lonely but you gotta just put yourself out there! I'm sure you'll find a nice girl eventually if you lose some weight and get contacts instead kid." she said, making an immediate snap judgement that almost made Zoro fall out of his chair laughing.

"Pfft. No! I really know her. She met me at a memorial for the victims of 9/11. I have green hair! Just give me her e-mail or number or whatever." he pleaded, trying to use the little info he remembered/knew about her to prove he knew her.

".. Listen kid. Either you know her or you're just one hell of a creeper but its in my job description not to disclose company information and this qualifies. Leave me your number and info and I'll get it to her, kay? If she knows you, she knows you, if she doesn't, go masturbate to someone else you damn pervert!" the lady said, ever so "kind" to him.

Zoro was thankful for the chance he got to get into contact with her, although not even sure why he wanted to meet her again so badly. He wasn't even sure if she'd remember him and felt like his chances were still pretty slim but all he could do was hope.

A/N: Sup bitches? xD It's been a while since I've updated but I've started writing again and this story was begging for an update so being the kind soul that I am, I finally finished this plot bunny of a chapter. I hope this qualifies as "suspense" for ya and I'm pretty confident that this won't be updated again for a good month but never the less, hope you enjoy and wait patiently~

Merry Christmas from this messed up Catholic S.o.B.

Happy Kwanza for my fellow black men~ (I'm 1/16... It still counts :P)

and for you Jews happy Quanza~ (I heard it was offensive to say Jews and not the full word Jewish... ah well~)

And for all you people who celebrate none of the above... Happy December ^w^

Send in some comments if you wanna guess what's the hidden intention of "The man who haunts Zoro's dreams" (You know how hard it is for me to find loopholes around saying his actual name? v.v It's the little suspense this story has left so I'm keeping it bitches!) I apologize for my crazy...