Finally Landed

[roronoazoro]

Roronoa Zoro, had been flying for almost 3 days straight. Sleeping while in the paw shaped bubble made by Bartholomew Kuma. He who had done the same to each of the straw hat pirates. While inside the bubble, Zoro had been playing the battle over and over again. 'How could i have lost to him. I swore never to lose again. I wonder how long I have been flying, or even how much longer i have to . . .' *WHAMMM!!!!*

Zoro had finally landed on the ground inside a giant paw dent in the ground. He was still sleeping. Yet he no longer spoke to himself inside his head. He just layed there. Not moving at all he was unable to even think in the condition he was in. He was in one hell of a bad condition.

Some odd time later

Zoro found himself awake in a bed. He sat up and was in a little pain. He grabbed his stomach and looked around. He found himself with bandages all over him and also in a fancy looking bed without a shirt or his swords near by. He started to get angry and started to yell. "HEY WHERE AM I. AND WHERE ARE MY SWORDS." Still angry from losing in his fight with Kuma and Kizaru and needed to let off some steam, which you couldn't blame him. He never wanted to lost again. Not afterwhat happened with mihawk back when he first started in the straw hat pirates.

[amisi]

A disturbance somewhere on the island drew Perona’s attention away from her sulking. The girl’s delicate red lips curved down as she looked out over the knotted gray woods, wondering what that enormous impact had been. Could it be…?

The pink-haired girl floated out of her chair, leaving her sleeping body behind on the balcony of the ruined castle. The ramparts passed easily through her stomach as she soared silently through the air, toward the gradually dispersing cloud of dirt kicked up by the… explosion? No, not an explosion… There was… Perona’s wide eyes, so carefully lined with kohl even in such a godforsaken place as this, squinted through the dingy light. It was…?

”I knew it!!” she cried triumphantly. There was a person lying in the middle of a paw-pad shaped crater, apparently dead to the world. ”Someone was sent here like me! Horo horo horo horo!” Maybe she DID have a servant after all! Hopefully it was someone cute, like Bearsy. Maybe it WAS Bearsy!

Perona swooped in low to see her new companion better—and pulled up short with a shriek. No way!! "This… this is…! One of the Straw Hats!” She peered at him for a moment, uncharacteristically timid. This man was strong. Frighteningly strong. But…she’d been right before… it looked like he was knocked out cold. Nothing to fear, no sir. He was unconscious, and… and now that she thought about it, she was intangible anyway! Even if he was awake, what could he possibly do to her? Still, it was with some fear on her face that she said, ”It looks he got pretty beat up by Kuma… He looks half dead! Take that! Horo horo horo horo!”

The green-haired swordsman wasn’t somebody she’d wanted to see again, but he was there… and company was company. And she’d be so terribly LONELY since being sent here. Maybe she could Negative Hollow him into being her servant…


Transporting him to the castle had been hard work, and wrapping up his injuries had been just GROSS. But it was done. Perona sat her body—her real body— in a chair by his bedside and watched him sleep. Maybe she’d gone overboard with the bandages… There were quite a lot of them on his face. But she just couldn’t help but cover it up—he wasn’t cute at all. Hopefully he wouldn’t be mean when he woke up… maybe she should go leave her body somewhere just in case… Perona’s eyelids drooped, and before she could stand up to take this precaution she fell asleep.

A while later, Perona didn’t know how long, a horrible bellow invaded her pleasant dreams of bagel sandwiches and hot cocoa. The sudden noise nearly made her fall out of her chair with a scream. She steadied herself, gasping for breath, and then said angrily, ”Don’t suddenly scream like that!! What’s wrong with you?! Like I’d give your weapons back with THAT kind of attitude!”

[roronoazoro]

"Where the hell am I" Said Zoro as he stared at Perona with an angry glare. He was getting angrier every moment that she did not give his swords back. "And what the hell do you mean you won't give me my swords back." He said as he got out of bed and walked past her. He knew one and only one thing. He had to get his stuff and get back to shabaody. Even though he was angry he knew in his mind that was his goal. To get back to his crew was top priority. He went out of the room and took a right turn. He had no clue where he was going or where his swords were. He didn't care about his shirt as long as he had his swords it was all right.

"Now where are my swords." He said as he entered a room with boxes and cubbords. He started to go through each and everyone trying to find his sword. He had no luck. He exited the room and looked both ways wondering which way to go next. He couldn't even remember how he got there. "Why did that girl have to go and get herself lost." He said as he walked down the hall that he had gone through already. He walked past the room with his swords and not even knowing it walked back into the room he was originally in. "Hey how did i get back. . . Hey You where are my swords?"

[amisi]

Perona opened her mouth to shout answers to his accusatory questions—she didn’t know where they were, but he could rest assured that she hated it, and she wouldn’t return his swords to him because he was insane—but before she could get a word out, he stood up and walked out of the room.

”Where is he GOING?” Perona wondered aloud. She remained planted in her chair, glaring after Zoro with a hint of wistfulness behind her annoyance. It was crazy. How could she be so happy to see someone while hating them so much? On one hand he was one of her mortal enemies—and she didn’t have very many of those—but on the other, he was company. Company that yelled a lot and had funny scars all over his body, but company.

After a few minutes he wandered back, apparently ready to grace her with his presence once again, and demanded to know where his swords were. ”Don’t worry your fuzzy green head about your swords!” said Perona, wagging an index finger at him. ”I already told you that you WON’T be getting them back, so there’s no need to stress! Why don’t you just sit down and take it easy?” All the better to Negative Hollow him later. He wouldn’t be any good as a servant if he was still all beat up.

[roronoazoro]

I already told you that you WON’T be getting them back, so there’s no need to stress! Why don’t you just sit down and take it easy?”

Zoro looked at the girl with a crazed look on his face. "Take it easy? There is no such thing. Not when i have to get back to Shabaody archipelago. Now tell me where my swords are or else."

Zoro was getting more and more impatient by the minute. He never like being where he could not see his swords, especially now that this girl took them. He wanted his swords so he could leave. He didn't need his shirt because it would probably get torn off during a fight anyway.

Zoro left the room once again to go find his swords. He walked through a strange room which seemed like a throne room. He walked up to where the remains of a chair was. He walked past them because they did not interest him. He looked left and he looked right. He didn't know where they were. He slammed his fist into the wall knocking it down. There was a compartment. He went inside to see if his swords were in there. They weren't. He left it even though there was gold and everything else in there, yet that did not interest him at the moment.

[amisi]

Perona stopped cold at the threat and glared at him, lower lip poking out in an often-practiced pout. She put her hands on her hips and regarded him silently, fuming over the hard time he was giving her. Really! She was Perona the Ghost Princess, the cutest girl anywhere in the Blue Seas or the Grand Line or the New World. She wasn’t used to being refused anything.

Her pout melted into an irritated sigh when Zoro turned and left again. For an invalid he certainly got around. She looked around quickly and settled on the closet. That would be a decent enough hiding place for her body—she couldn’t imagine that Zoro would ever bother taking a peek in there. A crate of musty-smelling old clothes provided some extra cover. She hunkered down and shut the door behind her, then released her body—

And flew away. When she found the annoying swordsman he’d just punched a wall, probably in frustration, and Perona opened her mouth to ask him whether beating up the house would really make him feel better—when the wall collapsed, revealing millions of beri worth of gold, silver, and gems.

”WOW!!” Perona flew in close, dazzled by the way the torchlight shone on the treasure. ”Look at all this! I never knew it was here! Huh? Hey, Roronoa Zoro! Where are you going?! Don’t you see what you uncovered? She sped forward through the air, slipping through Zoro’s torso and coming out the other size facing him, her parasol held aloft. She extended her arm, holding up her index finger in the universal gesture for ‘wait!’ ”Even if you find those stinky swords, what do you think you’re going to do with them?! There aren’t any boats! You can’t go anywhere!” She grinned and poked out her tongue, feeling triumphant. Even if it meant she was stuck on this island. Nowadays Perona had to take her happiness where she found it.