Disclaimer: I didn't make One Piece; Eiichiro Oda did. I think if the series had been left up to anyone else, it would've sucked. XD

Finally, a moment to rest up.

Zoro propped his beloved swords up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny and lay down on the grassy deck. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, taking in the sun and the slight breeze blowing around the ship. It had been a while since he'd been in one of his usual spots.

As his body began slowing itself down he heard the sounds he'd considered normal two years ago. Judging by the amount of footsteps that made the deck vibrate underneath him, Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were running around the deck playing. The sound of a man and a woman talking floated down from where the helm was. Franky and Nami were probably–

Snip.

...Franky and Nami seemed to be discussing things for navigation.

Snip.

Brook was playing his violin, running the bow across it lazily and peacefully, parts of the song "Bink's Sake" having found their way into the tune. He couldn't hear Sanji, but smelled the food that ero-cook was–

Snip Snip.

...

...Snip.

What was that annoying noise?

The swordsman growled, trying to ignore the sound of what seemed to be scissors cutting away at something. One downside to Mihawk's training was that Zoro was now well-learned in picking out minute sounds. While it helped to know where your enemies were coming from just by listening, the downside was that you heard everything else too. He cringed at the thought of the simple things that would now wake him up from his naps that probably wouldn't have before.

Snip.

He growled again, scowling as he got up and opened the door to go below deck. He was finding that noise and STOPPING IT. He was tired, it had been a few days since he'd slept decently, and years since he'd slept in peace knowing everyone was safe and on the same ship. NOTHING was going to stop him from getting this one tiny satisfaction!

He followed the sound down a hallway or two, taking a few "other" turns. The sound echoed, so of course that's why he couldn't find it immediately. The Sunny was a little bigger than he remembers.

The sound grew louder and louder until he stopped in front of a door near where he'd first entered the ship's hold.

Snip.

He opened the door in a none-too-gentle manner, the knob hitting the wall hard.

"Oy! Will you quit doing that? I'm trying to sleep!"

Sitting at the end of the room is Robin, who was in front of a mirror with a pair of scissors in her hands, bits of hair on the floor here and there. She wasn't using multiple hands either; just two. She had on one of her old purple dresses, her slender back to him but her head turned a little so she could look at him over her shoulder. Her face had the degree of complacency she was notorious for, her eyes sharp and bright against her black hair.

"Did I disturb you?" she asked, her glance floating in between accusing and content because she's just been interrupted by a nakama she hasn't seen daily for 2 years. He briefly remembers a sculpture back at Mihawk's home that looked very much like she does now, all gentle curves and ancient mystery.

What he thinks about doing first is asking why she's wearing her old purple dress from Thriller Bark, but what sense he's gained from training under the sword-wielding Shichibukai tells him not to even go there. Nothing is the same now, no matter how hard she may or may not try to accept it. Her eyes show him she's seen a lot of things in 2 years that she'll remember forever, and some of those things she probably wishes she could forget. And they tell him she knows nothing is the same or will be the same. It is sad, but there is a chance to make up for lost time before continuing on with who they are now. For the moment, the time lost is simply being made up for by reminiscing.

Realizing she was still staring at him in slight question, he shook himself out of it and speaks up.

"Keep it down, will you? I'm trying to sleep," he said a little more softly.

He beat back the embarrassed pink in his cheeks as he realizes "keeping it down" with a pair of scissors is impossible, and that she smiles at him in the way she always had when he said things before thinking. But she promised to try, saying she was almost done. He gave her a nod, then closed the door and walks off.

...Snip. ...Snip snip.

He smiled slowly as he walked back up to the deck. Many things about her had changed; her looks, some of her ways of talking, and maybe even some of the ways she thought about things. But two things that would never change were that smile and those eyes. And to tell the absolute truth, which he promised himself he'd never tell anyone as he sunk back into his spot, he was happy to see that those thing about her hadn't changed at all.

Author's Notes: Soooo, this was kind of just a little meaningless drabble that I've wanted to post for a while. That and I like Robin's previous haircut better than the one she has now. Your feedback would be the best thing EVER, because I don't know whether I should keep this up or not. Please tell me what you think and if you think it requires something more.

Thank you for reading!