Roronoa Zoro X OC

What happens when an awful day at work takes a turn for the worst.

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1. The Sound Of Silence

 

A/N: Warning: This is inspired by different things that I have read. It touches on some issues faced in our Morden world. Slight Lemon. If you have any issues or questions ask away. There will be two parts. I apologise if it is long. Constructive criticism welcome.
 

The alarm on her phone screeched loudly from the bedside table. "Wake up sleepy, wide awake" the song started off. Fumbling around the beside cabinet she hit the off button, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She didn't get that much sleep last night, she couldn't get comfortable and when she finally did fall asleep she awoke with a jolt covered in sweat and trembling, the nightmares were getting worse, more terrifying. Pulling the covers off her she slid out of bed, taking her phone off the charger and made her way quietly to the bathroom to have a shower. Carefully she opened the door to her bedroom, making sure it didn't squeak knowing that across the hall that he wouldn't be utterly impressed if she woke him up.    Closing the door softly she made her way down the hall to the bathroom, turning on the shower letting it heat up, she stripped her clothes off and popped them into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room. Grabbing her shower gel, shampoo and conditioner from the shelf, she opened to the door to the now steamy shower and stepped in. Revealing in the feeling of the hot water hitting her Ivory skin, she popped open the shower gel and started to smother herself with the red berry smelling liquid. After doing this she then proceeded to wash her long platinum blonde hair with the coconut shampoo and conditioner. Sighing softly she turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbed her big fluffy teal towel she dried herself off. Once happily dried off, dropping her towel in the hamper, she grabbed her flannel dressing gown, popping her arms in and doing up the tie, she opened the door to the bathroom, grabbing her phone and putting in the pocket and made her way back to her room.    Pulling out the chair at the vanity table, plopping down onto it unceremoniously. Reaching across the table she grabbed her make up and hair bands. Applying little make-up around her exhausted looking eyes and drying her hair, she placed her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head grabbing her nude coloured lacy underwear and matching bra and her work clothes she got ready and headed down into the kitchen to make herself coffee in her travel mug. Leaving him a little note on the counter letting him know that she was heading off to work and that she would be getting dinner on the way home. Grabbing her keys, purse, phone and coat, she slipped her small heels on and headed out the door to her car.   Erugh what a dreadful day that was, after getting to work just in time, she was then hit on by the office perv, the new intern spilt a glass of water all over her, was pulled into the managers office after a complaint was put in about her for something she never did, she was then given extra work to do because Emma had called in sick, which in turn took away her lunch break, the manager moaned at her all day and when she checked her pay slip she was £400 short of what she should have earned, at least she sorted it though before she finished work.    Picking up dinner was just as bad, some guy started an argument with the poor man behind the counter telling him that his order was wrong and he wanted his money back and free food. Finally getting her food and heading back to the car, it started pouring with rain with thunder and lightening, getting her soaked for the second time today. Driving back in the storm wasn't helpful. The sky had become really dark, and the rain was so heavy that it made it difficult to see the road in front of her. Eventually she pulled into her driveway, the usual 20 minute drive had taken double that today.    Stepping in through the doorway arms full, she slipped her shoes off and headed to the kitchen to get out two plates. Placing the food on the counter,  "Zoro, foods on the table hunny" Isla shouted out. There was no response, so she plated up the food, took her plate into the living room and put the t.v. on. Thank god for Friday's. Taking her finished plate out, she stuck it in the sink, grabbing a glass and poured herself a glass of wine. Taking a sip and sighing contently she turned around and spotted Zoro's food still on the table. Huffing to herself she went in search of her bestfriend. She checked the house top to bottom, room to room and started to panic when she couldn't find him. Snatching her phone off the counter she tried calling him, nothing his phone was dead. Checking the house again and she still attempted to call him. Nothing. The only noises she could hear was the harsh rain pelting against the Windows, thunder rumbling across the distance, her rapid breathing and the dull thump of her quickened heartbeat. She pinched her arm hoping that she would jolt awake, hoping it was one of them terrifying nightmares, but that jolt awake never happened. She felt a horrid pang in her chest as tears slowly cascaded down her cheeks.   Isla scrolled through her contacts list on her phone, finding the number she was looking for she hit the call button repeatedly and placed the phone to her ear. After a few rings the phone was picked up. "Hey Isla, what's up" came the merry voice of Luffy through the phone. Drying her eyes and stifling her sobs  "Hey Luffy, have you seen Zoro today, I've come home from work, checked the entire house and I can't find him, I have not found a note and he hasn't texted me all day, I've tried ringing his phone but it's off" Isla said with a shaky voice.  "No I haven't I'm sorry, hold on" Luffy said, you couldn't hear him scratching his head trough the phone and mumbling in the background. "I've asked Ace and Franky and they haven't seen him or heard from him". Luffy huffed, Isla could hear the frown forming on his face. "Okay thank you anyway, just thought I'd ask" Isla sniffled. "Try Sanji or Chopper they might have more information, call me if you need me" he smiled. "Okay I'll do that, thank you Luffy, I'll talk to you later" Isla smiled. "Ok see you later, bye" Luffy hung up.   Returning to her contacts list she tried both Sanji and Chopper, neither of them had seen him, trying the only other people left she called Nami, Robin, Brooke and Ussop again with absolutely no luck. She headed up to Zoro's room, she fished out one of his favourite t-shirts from his chest of draws, stripping off her work clothes she put on his t-shirt, it dropped down to her upper thighs and hung slightly off her shoulder and smelt like him, she made her way to her room, climbed into bed and snuggled into her covers, buried her face into the pillow and cried herself to sleep.   He'd up at left, her best friend, her marimo gone, no letter, no text... Nothing.    Life got worse for Isla after that day, work got harder to deal with, it seemed that everywhere she went trouble and torment followed her. Although things got slightly easier with time, her friends made life easier. Going for lunch every Saturday to see Sanji down at the diner or having a ladies night in with Nami and Robin. Popping into the music shop to see Brook maybe having a jamming session together. Heading over to the local mechanics to see Franky and Ussop, bringing them homemade lunch. Going round to Choppers and helping with doing his research for his medical exams, spending time with Luffy and Ace playing video games and having takeaways. However this still didn't stop what she was doing in the privacy of her own home, her little secret that she would never spill.    After having a stress filled day at work Isla headed over to the music shop. Pulling up on the opposite side of the road, she got out of her car, grabbing her bag filled with everyday clothes and locked the car up slinging the bag over her shoulder, she turnt, looking up at the sign above the shop, she smiled and headed through the door. The little bell rang as she passed over the threshold alerting Brook in the back room that someone had just walked in. Approaching from the back of the store came the huge black afro that adorned his head, as he looked up she could see his chocolate brown eyes glinting with happiness, his caramel coloured skin stretching over a tall, lean figure. Dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows,  tucked into a belted pair of slim black trousers. "Hey Brook" she waved a little smiling. "Hello my dearest" he sang as she approached the counter. " and how are we today?" he asked smiling down at her. "Better now I'm here, can I use the bathroom to change please I hate wearing these snobby clothes" she laughed a little while gesturing to her pencil skirt, long sleeved blouse and little heels. "Of course, of course" he chuckled, gesturing to the bathroom in the corner of the store.  "Thank you" she smiled a little. Heading over into the corner. A few moments later she appeared out of the bathroom, wearing a dark long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of light grey jogging bottoms. "Much better" she huffed as she made her way to the front of the store. "What are we playing today my fair lady...?" Brook sang as he gestured to the instruments littering the store. "I think I will play the piano if you don't mind" she smiled looking into his chocolatey eyes. "Yohohoho, of course I don't mind" he laughed as she headed over to the piano. Plonking herself on the stool, sitting up straight, she adjusted herself resting her fingers on the keys, feeling comfortable. Gently pressing the keys, she started her melody. Taking a deep breath she started to sing.   " Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain, Still remains, Within the sound of silence"    She sang softly, fingers gliding over the keys. Brook stared at Isla in shook, he had never heard a more beautiful sound.   " In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone, Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp, When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence"   Her voice rose slightly as she breathed in deeply.   " And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"   She carried on playing as she closed her eyes. Imagining that she was the only one here, that she was alone. Her voice rose again, as she sung the next verse. Her voice sounded strained, breathy, gravelly.   " Fools, said I, you do not know Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence"
  Brook had tears breaming in his eyes, the song was filled with raw passion and pain. It was melancholy and beautiful. Her voice rose in crescendo with the song, giving her all with the last verse.    " And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they made




And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls


And tenement halls "
Her voice dropped and she slowed down.   " And whispered in the sounds of silence"    She finished her song and wiped her eyes not knowing she was actually crying. Smiling softly she turned to Brook who was crying manically and clapping like a lunatic.    "That was the best thing I have ever heard, you gave everything in that song, how come I've never heard you sing" he exclaimed wiping his eyes. "Because you never asked" she laughed softly. Looking towards the clock she noted the time. "I best be off" she sighed, grabbing her bag next to her seat and rising slowly. "We shall do this again sometime" he said pulling her into a hug. "Yeah we will" she hugged him back. Waving as she walked out of the door. Unlocking her car and slinging her bag in the back. She got into the drivers seat, closing her door and buckling herself in. Her phone buzzed in her pocket alerting her to a text she had just received. Unlocking her phone she read the text from Chopper.  ' Hey Isla I was wondering if you could come over and help me study, I'm finding something very difficult and I really need your help' the text read. ' Of course, I'll be over in a minute' she replied. Starting the car up she made her way over to Chopper's.
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