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"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮" — 𝙇𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮'𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙤, PART FOUR

tw and cw: this chapter contains graphic descriptions of violence, murder and death. these themes, along with depiction of grief and loss, will be encountered in a way that may not be suitable for all readers. reader's discretion is strongly advised. also, I'd like it to be clear that Lucy is a morally grey character. she is not like Luffy or like any of the Strawhats, for what it matters. she's her own characters and she commits immoral and unforgivable acts. plus, there'll be sexual content. again, reader's discretion is advised.

Spoiler alert: Dressrosa Arc

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Dressrosa

"Push!" she yelled, beads of sweat running down her face and mixing with blood, "Push harder, gentlemen! Don't fucking give up or you'll have bigger problems than a deadly cage."

Zoro grunted as the men at their side screamed in unison. Aye!, they were howling — prepared to die at her command. She wasn't so different from Luffy. He wasn't so different from them.

Using their swords to stop the cage from coming forward was as smart as it was infuriating to see their armament Haki being useless against Doflamingo's power. But they had the numbers, Zoro reminded himself. They just had to stop the numbers from dropping. "Hold your ground!" he commanded, "All of you, focus."

The men let out another howl of agreement. Some held their ground, some fell to their death. Zoro gritted his teeth when blood splattered on his face. He turned to Lucy and she tilted her head, her teeth grazing her lower lip. He knew what she meant. That's how it goes.

He wasn't surprised about the way she thought — not after knowing what happened.

"Please, please" she whined, a panicked cry erupting her lips, "Let me out. I'll be good, just let me out."

Garp shook his head, almost painfully. "I can't," he said, "I can't trust you, out there." It was final. The keys clanked on the desk where he threw them, and Lucy's eyes went dark. Homicidal.

"Let me out" she growled, her hands clenching on the bars, "Let me out. Let me out. Let me out." Garp's faced twitched once she started throwing herself against the seastone bars, screaming and clashing her head against the cage. He turned around once she started bleeding, red spattering on her uniform and face with every hit. No matter how weak the seastone made her, no matter how much it hurt. It still hurt less than the chance of losing him forever.

"Let me out!" she kept screeching, "I will cut your throat, you fucking traitor. Let me out!" Something in her throat broke. Everything in her chest did. Lucy started crying, her tears mixing with the blood on her face. She threw herself against the cage again, her head taking another powerful hit. She groaned, her knees collapsing. Her madness and pain didn't. "He's my brother! Open the cage" she sobbed, another scream ripping the walls open "Oh, God. Oh, God, Ace. Let me out!"

Garp clenched his jaw, staring at the floor. He took a step forward. He had to go. Then, a desperate cry. "Grandpa, please!"

He suddenly remembered her first steps, her first words, the day she decided to go with him, the first time she got promoted. She turned to look at her and he saw it. He saw it, as she was panting on the floor, blood everywhere, pouring out her forehead. He saw the hate in her eyes. "I can't," he repeated.

Lucy's eyes turned stone cold. "I will never forgive you."

And Garp walked away.

Lucy didn't remember much after that. Next thing she knew, she wasn't in a cage anymore. Her eyes fluttered as the realization hit her. She wasn't in a cage anymore. She forced her eyes open, and the stretcher stopped beneath her immediately. The doctor smiled with relief. "Good, she's awake," she said, just before Lucy grabbed his throat. His eyes widened in shock, as the nurses tried to break him apart from her, but with no use. Their hands went right through her. She knew that doctor. He had become a Marine maybe five years before her - he had mended her wounds many times. She did not care.

"Do you know," she seethed, her voice shaking as he choked under her grip, "I could take the oxygen out of your lungs, just like that? Did you know?"

He could not answer, of course. She let go of his throat and he crumbled on the floor. Lucy didn't bother to check if he was alive, before she evaporated to wind. It wasn't in her interest anymore. She wanted them all dead.

But when she came out, the war was nearly over. No trace of Luffy. No trace of his grandfather or a familiar face. She only saw Whitebeard's sheep and destruction. Bodies. Everywhere. No trace of Ace. Bodies and ice and darkness. It didn't matter anymore. It didn't. So, she charged into battle.

They saw her coming, swords in hands and covered in blood. Not a sound, not a shift in her face as she tore open whoever crossed her path. Not a reason for her to stop. In the distance, floated Shanks's ship. Her long-lost childhood was just a memory. She didn't stop to think what he looked like now. She knew, if she got caught, she would've been executed or worse. Killing every Marine in sight was the only consolation she could afford. Until she saw it. A figure, in the distance, and red beads broken apart and scattered on the ground.

Lucy choked on air, stumbling on her feet, running past Shanks with no regards because she didn't care, not even as his face dropped when he recognized her, not even as he opened his mouth to speak to her. He was unimportant. Inconsequential. He was not Ace, laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Lifeless. Cold. Alone. Lucy collapsed on her knees, screaming. She shook his body and cradled his head and pushed the hair out of his face, but he didn't wake up and the hole in his body did not heal. It did not leave a rosy scar he would've shown her with pride, to make her see how much of a strong big brother she had. She screamed again, as the agony tore her apart, as the sobs ripped her chest open, and the tears burned her face. Her hands looked for his and her mouth kissed them. But they weren't his. Ace's hands were always warm. And, last time she had seen him, his hair was shorter, and he wasn't that tall either. And, he sure didn't have that tattoo because Dadan would've never allowed it. She pretended it wasn't him, for a moment. The scar on his elbow from when he tried that swing Luffy built or the one on his finger where Lucy had bitten him, just to see if it tasted like the chocolate he swore he hadn't taken, told her otherwise. Lucy held his body, wailing her heart out and it almost felt like the world had fallen silent. "Please" she begged, "Ace, please. Pause, pause, pause." But there was no pause. It wasn't a cruel prank they could stop by saying 'pause' and they weren't children anymore. She cupped his cheeks, hoping he would slap her hand away because, heaven knows, he hated it when people touched them. Her fingers brushed on his lips, and she crumbled on his body once she saw. He died smiling. "Come back," she sobbed, "Open your eyes. Please, I'll be good. Please, Ace, please." She couldn't even see the blow coming. Maybe she didn't care. Something grabbed her from her Marine coat, pulling her off of Ace's body before the blade of a sword went through her head. Shanks held her still, as she battled and fought and cursed him for pulling her apart from her brother but the Emperor didn't budge. His grip, instilled with Haki, kept her still enough.

"These are the terms," he muttered, "we are taking the bodies and the girl."

"Not the girl" Akainu seethed, "The traitor is to be executed."

Sengoku threw him a stone-cold look. A few feet from him stood Garp, silent tears rolling down impassible cheeks. "Leave the girl be" he spat, then lowering his tone, "I'm not taking the life of two of his grandchildren on the same day."

The moment they turned their backs, Lucy let her swords fall to the ground, breaking down in the Red's arms. "He's dead" she sobbed, her voice breaking, "My brother is dead." And Shanks held her, incapable of words of consolation.

Law was the one who told Zoro about it, after seeing them argue about her methods of fighting. Zoro didn't actually care about that. For some reason, he couldn't help picking fights with her.

"You should leave her alone on a day like this, Zoro-ya," he muttered after she went to sleep, curled in her twin's arms. "Let her enjoy this."

Zoro sighed and remained silent. He was glad their brother was actually alive. He was, for sure. She just bothered him, and he couldn't explain why,

"You know, I knew all about what happened" Law confessed, "Even before meeting her."

The swordsman turned to look at him, suddenly interested. "You saw her in Marineford," he guessed.

Law nodded, clenching his jaw. "I wish I didn't, quite frankly."

Zoro held his breath for a second and took a sip of sake. The images he saw on her bounty came back all together. More vivid. More brutal. "That bad, mh?"

Then, Law told him all about it. At least, everything he could've known. He was short on the details, but the bigger picture was more than enough. He had witnessed every second of it since the moment she started murdering every marine she could get her hands on, right until he had to leave to save Luffy's life. He had never told the Strawhat Captain he had seen his sister, nor he told her once he met her. "I figured she didn't want to relive that," he clarified to Zoro, "and, as it is for Strawhat-ya, I didn't believe it would help to know the things his sister went through that day."

"Why are you telling me?" he murmured.

Law tilted his head. "I figured you should. You and Lucy-ya are more similar than you like to admit. You both have the stomach for it."

Zoro gripped harder on the hilt of his swords. "It?"

The surgeons laughed without amusement. "The shit that happens."

And now, seeing her fight so fiercely to stop the cage, Zoro couldn't help but think he had been wrong. Wrong to judge her, wrong to fight whatever instinct he had that reflected kindness in her regards. What he couldn't convince himself to stop fighting was the interest. The tension. The flick of her chin whenever she made a prideful remark or the fullness of her lips. The curve of her hips and the shape of her waist. The fluidness of her limbs in battle and the strength of her swords. The cleanliness of her cuts and the sharpness of her tongue. The stubbornness of her eyes and the sweetness in the dimples around her smile.

"Am I distracting you, Zoro?" she teased, not taking her eyes off the cage, "Is it the dress or my personality?"

Zoro narrowed his sane eye. "Personality," he seethed.

Lucy smirked through the fatigue. She didn't expect an answer. "That's a pity. I wore this dress for you."

He scoffed, ignoring the fatigue that washed over his body. "T's wasted, then."

She laughed under her breath. "I see the way you look at me, swordsman. I sincerely doubt it."

Zoro almost lost his grip on Shisui, cursing through his teeth. "You're seeing things."

"Again," she uttered, a sly smile on her face, "I doubt it."

Their conversation quickly ended once the cage disappeared, letting Lucy fall forward. Zoro didn't even realise how hard she was pushing back. He caught her in time, pulling her to his chest. They stared in silence, their chests heaving up against each other.

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows. It wasn't the first time he touched her — he held her in that dark street, too. Maybe it was the anger or her insufferable stubbornness in getting in danger but he hadn't noticed how soft she felt under his hands or how the dress would hug each and every one of her curves. He hadn't noticed the light touch of her hands on his chest and the way she'd look at him, her pupils blown to darken the already deep brown of her eyes — or how she'd narrow them, almost as if she were challenging him. He knew she was.

"You good?" he managed to say.

Lucy let herself giggle. "Luffy won" she cut short, raising a hand to push it through his hair, "Plus, why wouldn't I be?"

The shed was warm enough to be comfortable, the air filled with soft whispers. Lucy and Luffy were curled on Sabo's lap, the latter barely awake and covered in bandages. Robin knew him, they had learned. Lucy felt almost betrayed that she didn't tell them but her resentment fell to pieces once she knew what happened to their brother in the time they were separated. The twins were completely silent as Sabo told them how he lost his memory — how he gained it back. And how their father, Dragon, raised him. Lucy thought it was the only thing she was grateful to her father for. But she kept her anger quiet until after he left, until after they held him for long enough with the promise of seeing each other again.

And, afterwards, Zoro just couldn't help but listen.

"Doesn't it even bother you?" Lucy spat under her breath.

Luffy remained silent for a moment and shrugged. "No" he answered, "He saved Sabo, that's what matters."

She stubbornly shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean. You know that."

"I don't know him" Luffy said tiredly, like he had that conversation many times, "How can I be bothered by someone I don't know?"

"Exactly!" she raised her voice, "You don't know him — we don't know him and he is our father. He abandoned us."

Luffy stared into her eyes, his jaw clenched. "He did. What do you want to do about it?"

Lucy kept herself from slapping him across the face. Were they alone, she would've done that. "Do not be condescending."

"I'm not being condescending" he snapped, "I just don't understand what's the point in having the same conversation all over again."

"I just want to know if you're angry!" she yelled, "What's so fucking difficult about that?"

"Hey —," Kyros urged, "Calm down."

"Shut the fuck up," they seethed in unison.

Kyros raised his hands in defeat and Franky patted him on his back. "You have a teenage daughter," he said under his breath, "better get used to it."

"I'm not angry," Luffy finally growled, turning back at his sister, "I don't give a fuck. It's cool, alright?"

Lucy opened and closed her mouth. "I don't believe you."

Luffy pinched his nose bridge, his jaw clenched tight. "I don't know what to tell you. It's the truth. You don't have to always turn everything into war"

Zoro narrowed his eyes, his grip softening on the bottle of sake as he watched the scene before him. Lucy had blinked a few times at the words. She was hurt, he noticed. He wasn't even surprised but, for some reason, he didn't expect it to be so blatant on her face. She was complex, to him. More than he cared to admit.

"And Garp?" she asked slowly, "You don't give a fuck about him either? Is it cool?"

"Don't push it!" Luffy unexpectedly yelled, "Don't fucking push it."

Lucy stared through him and fell silent. Her lips curled in a smile and she nodded. "Yes, Captain," she uttered, before walking out of the door. Instant regret washed over Luffy's face as he brushed a hand through it. He extended his arm towards the doorknob, ready to follow her but he didn't have the chance to.

"I'm going," Zoro said thoughtlessly.

Luffy gave him an uncertain look. "Leave it" he mumbled, "You don't even get along."

Zoro shrugged, mainly because he had no idea what he was doing in the first place. He wanted to fucking die. "We do get along — more or less," he let out. "Plus, I don't think she wanna talk to you" he added, yet not unkindly, "Let me handle it, 'ts okay."

So he followed her, without waiting for an answer. She found her after not even thirty seconds, walking towards the line of the trees. His longer legs made it easy for him to catch up.

"Lucy," he called for her, "stop." Zoro swore he could hear her grit her teeth.

"What do you want?" she barked, "If you're bored just go fucking wank or something and leave me alone."

Zoro sighed heavily. Go fucking wank or something. He didn't know whether to laugh or get mad. Although he wanted to, being nice to Lucy wasn't something she made easy. "It could be full of Marines out here, they're looking for us."

"Well, I hope they find me" she said after a quiet moment, "I haven't sliced Marine meat in a while."

Zoro blinked a few times. "Yeah, I don't doubt it," he said flatly, "but I'd rather not."

Lucy finally turned to face him, her eyes narrowed. "You don't have to babysit me because of my brother. I don't need a keeper, nor do I want it."

He looker away, his jaw clenched. He didn't want her to see how bothered he was. "I'm not here because of Luffy."

She laughed through her nose, a ridiculing tone exuding from her voice. "Right."

Zoro didn't even notice how close he had stepped until the light of the moon reflected on her face. "I mean it," he seethed, finally staring in her eyes.

"I don't believe you," she spat back.

"You know, you're really fucking difficult to deal with" he snapped, "You are difficult and you were wrong back there."

"What do you know about that?"

"I know that you're angry at Luffy for not being as furious as you are."

"Yes, I am" Lucy confirmed coldly, "And what about it?"

Zoro tilted his head, not budging. "You can't take it out on him. That's not how he is. Luffy is good."

Lucy narrowed her eyes. "And I'm not?"

He laughed without amusement. "You are revengeful and bitter."

"Well, sugar was never my thing."

"I gathered that," he spoke slowly.

She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. "I just want him to be fucking honest with himself" she seethed, "I'm tired of feeling like I'm crazy."

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you want him to say? That you're right? That he hates your father and grandfather as much as you do?"

Lucy dropped with her back against a tree, facing Zoro. "I want him to say he understands how I feel but he's too busy pretending he doesn't feel the same way."

"Maybe he doesn't," he said.

"Luffy is my twin brother, I know how he feels" she retorted, her tone harsh, "I know he'd rather hide the fact that he's hurting because he doesn't know how to deal with it when he has to protect no one but himself."

Zoro fell silent. He recognised Luffy in her description. He was good. And, because he was good, there was no way he let his own anger and resentment take his time. Not even if it ate him from inside. He only fought for others, no matter how much he hated being called a hero.

He sighed again, sitting down next to her. "Fine, you're right," he admitted, "still, I don't think he can give you the comfort you're looking for."

Lucy clenched her jaw, almost startled by the proximity. "I don't know how to look for it anywhere else."

"Friends are a thing. Companionship, too. You're part of the crew."

"I barely fit in," she scoffed. "Friends are a thing once it goes both ways. I'm not even close to that step, I think."

Zoro tilted his head. "It's not true" he said, as neutrally as he could, "You fit in, you just don't know it yet."

Lucy gave him an unimpressed look, even as she smiled. "You hate me. Why would I trust your words?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. Being nice was the hard part. "I don't hate you. You unsettle me, it's different."

"It doesn't feel different."

"Can I. Just. Talk? Without you interrupting me?"

"Don't say something that'll make me interrupt you."

"You're unimaginably insufferable."

"See?" Lucy laughed. "You hate me a little."

"Well, maybe I do" he sighed, a glare flaring from his sane eye, "But that doesn't mean anything."

She tilted her head, her back straightening against the tree. "Doesn't it?"

Zoro crossed his arms, avoiding her eyes. "It doesn't mean you can't... come to me." A smile slowly formed on Lucy's lips and Zoro clicked his tongue. "Tsk. Don't look at me like that."

"Are you saying you're my friend, Zoro?" she teased.

His tongue pushed against his cheek. "Stop it or I'm taking it back."

Zoro was saying that, for some unknown reason. He wanted to bury the hatchet, as much as talking to Lucy allowed to. He felt ridiculous. He almost jumped back when she dissolved in wind to appear right in front of him.

"I've been saying that, Zoro," she murmured and amusement flicked across her face. Yet, he knew she wasn't making fun of him. "You're gonna get attached to me."

He silently thanked the dark for covering his red cheeks. "Whatever, woman" he hissed angrily, "Can you friendly get your ass back inside?"

Lucy unexpectedly laughed and ruffled his hair, to which Zoro slapped her hand in return, badly concealing a chuckle. Burying the hatchet in a shallow grave might have had a chance of working.

Once she walked back in, right after Zoro, Lucy's cheery demeanor disappeared. He felt startled by that. He still wasn't used to how moody she was.

Luffy sat on the bed, still awake, and silently stared at his sister. She returned the look, not uttering a word. Almost uncertainly, Luffy grabbed his half full plate from the nightstand and patted on the mattress, right next to him. "Come here," he muttered, "please? I'll give you my food."

Lucy hesitated for a moment, shifting her body weight on her heels. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek and imperceptibly kicked her feet with his. Lucy glared at him for a second before reaching Luffy's side with a sigh.

When she hugged him, Luffy mouthed a silent thank you over her shoulder. Zoro shrugged and layed down next to Franky. He slept soundly, that night.

HELLOOO! I finally posted this chapter and I'll be free for a month before uni starts again so I promise I'll try to post more. I hope you like this one🤍

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