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Happy birthday marimo
Roronoa Zoro had very little regrets looking back on his years aboard the Thousand Sunny. In fact, if there was only one thing he did wish he could take back, it was telling his nakama the day that he was born.

Every single blasted one of them had something to say about his incoming birthday. Chopper’s eyes sparkled at the beautiful way “11-11” lined up in symmetry. Nami grinned and mentioned Zoro might be in luck that day, with so many “1”s and all. But it was Robin who completely ruined the experience.

“It’s very palindromic, Swordsman-san,” she mused. “That certainly calls for a huge celebration.”

Now it was Luffy and Usopp’s turn to be highly impressed. Hands went up in the air as they continuously cheered “Palindromic! Palindromic!”

What the hell did that even mean?! Yes, Zoro hated himself from disclosing this information.

The worst part was when the dreaded date finally came. The swordsman, eyes bloodshot—from lack of sleep the night before—wearily treaded down from the crow’s nest, in hopes that he can sneak his way back into the men’s quarters for some shut-eye.

He didn’t make it very far.

“Zoroooooo!” Luffy loudly slurred the word. “ZOROOOO!”

A chill crept up the marimo’s spine. Just as his feet hit the deck floor, his nakama burst forth from out of the kitchen and serenaded him with birthday greetings. Badly. Even the ero-cook grudgingly shoved a miniature cake onto his hands (with ironically, marimo-green icing), muttering something about his Nami-swan’s “persuasive skills.”

It was an unmitigated disaster. A nightmare come to fruition. The end of the world. It was as though Mihawks stepped onto the boat and ripped him a new torso with his little knife, telling Zoro to give up because there was no chance the Shichibukai could be beaten. If Zoro wasn’t a man, he’d have burst into unmanly tears.

The swordsman’s glare and utter silence didn’t seem to faze anyone one bit. His reaction was expected, but they didn’t care. A party is always a party, and as long as it had food, good fun, and cake, Luffy and the rest will make it their way to celebrate.

Once all the initial greetings were over, Zoro took the opportunity to sneak past the raucous displays of merriment.

Again, he didn’t make it very far.

Standing in front of the doorway to the men’s quarters was the very woman he blamed everything on. Nico Robin smiled. “Skipping out early on your own party?”

Zoro replied with a manly snort. “They’ve probably forgotten why they’re partying to begin with.”

“I’m surprised you’re not in the mood, Swordsman-san,” she replied lazily.

“I’m tired.” He didn’t have to explain anything to her!

“I suppose.” She opened the door a crack and then approached him. “My gift to you then. I’ll guard the door so they can’t bother you.”

Surprised, Zoro stood there, processing the situation. Was she really letting him go just that easily? He considered the offer and finally walked past the door. Just as he began to close it, the archaeologist grabbed his shirt collar. Just as suddenly, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

The door closed on him as Robin pushed him backwards into the room. He heard a chuckle and a faint “Happy birthday, Swordsman-san,” soon after.

Well, perhaps his birthday wasn’t all that bad after all.



Title: It’s Not Funny
Theme: 65/100
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: ZoroxRobin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda is GOD for creating the masterpiece that is One Piece, because I sure as hell didn’t do it.

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It was embarrassing. Zoro was thoroughly put out. He turned his head right, then swiveled to the left. He scratched the top of his grassy moss of a hair. He pulled on the middle of his three earrings. Then he turned around to look behind him.

That was dumb. It looked like the same road from the back!

He could not have gotten lost again. Only just after asking for directions, too.

How truly, absolutely, frightfully humiliating.

The swordsman didn’t believe such incompetence could be tolerated. In fact, he couldn’t believe there was a level of this incompetence at all. It was even worse because he’d told that stupid ero-cook he’d be able to make his way back to the boat with no problems. Absolutely none. It was a straight line towards the port, he was sure.

“Ara, Swordsman-san.” Zoro’s hair stood on end, his face turning a deep red. He’d been found. Damnation. “Is something troubling you?”

The question was asked innocently enough. But he knew, he knew, that once he turned around, he’d see that coy smile. The one that started from the middle of her lips and spread to the ends of her mouth. The woman with a smile that briefly said, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!”

That innocent question was her way of laughing at him.

“No,” he mumbled and kept walking, the taut muscles in his body almost refusing to continue onward. He wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t...

“I’m heading back to the ship,” Nico Robin said once it looked like the marimo would keep heading the wrong direction. “I’d feel safer if someone walked with me, though.”

The effect was immediate. Zoro turned and took his step slightly behind Robin’s. She tilted her head and smiled again, but the hint of mockery in her face had already disappeared, replacing it instead with understanding. The swordsman wondered if that was what she looked like as she asked those questions.

Still, he knew she laughed. Thankfully she didn’t see the amount of red on his face as he followed her. She didn’t see the blush deepen as she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, like a mother leading a lost child, or a girlfriend taking her confused boyfriend home.

That was truly embarrassing.

But he didn’t mind that part one bit, at least.