#Zoro x nika

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Eclipsed: Chapter 5

A ZoLu/LuZo fic (AU Nika Sun God)

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Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

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WARNING: This chapter includes violence and minor character death.

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Nami wiped the sweat from her brow with her forearm, pausing briefly to take in the gentle warmth emanating from the orchard. Although the ground was covered in a fresh blanket of snow, the trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the chilly breeze. Her skin tingled from the heat, a far cry from the biting cold that dominated their lives. She reached up, plucking a ripe tangerine from a low-hanging branch.

Lifting the fruit to her nose, she inhaled deeply, savoring its sweet, tangy aroma. The scent filled her chest with a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years. Maybe it was the God's blessing that made the fruit taste richer, sweeter. Or maybe it was the knowledge that Arlong would never again darken their town, never again lay claim to what wasn’t his.

She dropped the tangerine into the woven basket at her hip, glancing around at the orchard. Her orchard. The thought still made her smile. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could call it her own without hesitation or fear.

Her smile deepened as her thoughts wandered to Zoro and Nika. She’d caught them completely off guard yesterday when she’d let slip that she knew their secret. Their wide-eyed surprise had been priceless, but it hadn’t been hard to piece it together. Nika’s fixation on reaching Ohara, the mysterious way the barren trees had suddenly sprouted fruit, the fact that no snow had fallen during his stay, and the god-like aura he exuded when he thought no one was looking… she’d seen through the disguise almost instantly.

It was obvious that ‘Luffy’ was no ordinary wanderer. He was Nika, the Sun God. 

She still didn’t fully understand why the sun had disappeared or why Nika had been accused of such destruction, but after meeting him, she couldn’t believe he’d maliciously harmed anyone for evil intentions, let alone Ohara. The idea was laughable. He carried himself with too much joy, too much kindness.

“Nami! Is this enough?!”

Her sister’s voice broke through her thoughts. Turning, she saw Nojiko holding up a basket brimming with bright tangerines, her face lit with pride.

Nami chuckled softly, warmth blooming in her chest at Nojiko’s enthusiasm. “Yes, that should be plenty to distribute in town.” She adjusted the basket at her hip, brushing her fingers over its edge. “Take them inside. Genzo should be here soon to pick them up.”

“Okay!” Nojiko beamed, her smile as radiant as the fruit she carried. She turned and darted toward the house, her laughter trailing behind her.

Nami lingered, her gaze following Nojiko as she disappeared into the house. The soft creak of the door shutting behind her sister left the orchard in silence once again, save for the gentle rustling of the tangerine trees. She plucked another fruit from a branch, rolling it between her palms as her thoughts drifted. For the first time in years, the heavy weight on her shoulders felt lighter, as if it had melted away with the tree’s warmth.

Her mind wandered to Nika and Zoro. Wherever their journey led, she hoped it would bring them the answers they sought and, perhaps, the redemption Nika seemed to yearn for. Despite the God’s carefree demeanor, there was something deeper in his eyes, a burden he carried that she couldn’t quite name. Yet he had brought life back to their village, a warmth that extended far beyond the orchards. For that, Nami silently vowed to remember him with gratitude, no matter what came next. She would wait patiently for the sun to return to the sky, knowing it now carried a deeper meaning than ever before.

Adjusting the basket on her hip, Nami turned toward the house. She had barely taken three steps before she froze, her breath catching in her throat.

A man stood in the orchard, his tall slim figure draped in black furs that contrasted against the vibrant trees and white snow. His presence was so sudden, so quiet, it was as if he had materialized out of thin air. Nami’s heart raced as her eyes darted over him, taking in the strikingly cold aura he emanated. The breeze caught his long black hair, and his sharp, angular features seemed carved from ice itself. High-arched brows framed his piercing eyes, which fixed on the warm trees with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

She hadn’t heard him approach. There was no crunch of snow, no rustle of movement. Nothing. It was unnatural.

The man’s gaze lingered on the trees for a moment longer before shifting to her. His eyes were sharp, calculating, and predatory. Instinctively, Nami’s fingers tightened around the handle of her basket, her pulse quickening. She couldn’t explain why, but everything about this man set her nerves on edge.

Pushing aside her unease, she decided to address him. 

“Can I help you?” Nami called out. Although she kept her voice steady, her tone betrayed her defensiveness.

The man turned fully to face her. His icy gaze bore into hers, unblinking. 

“You have had a visitor here recently.” He said, his tone flat and emotionless. It wasn’t even a question; it was a statement, spoken with unnerving certainty.

Nami stiffened, her grip on the basket tightening further. Her instincts screamed that this man was dangerous. She forced herself to maintain her composure, her jaw tightening. 

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” She replied firmly.

If her defiance bothered him, the man didn’t show it. His expression remained as still and cold as before, his eyes unyielding. The silence stretched between them.

Nami’s thoughts raced, alarm bells went off in her head, screaming that she was in danger. Yet she refused to break eye contact, determined not to show fear. 

The man raised a hand, his long fingers extending toward a tangerine on the tree. Nami’s eyes widened. As his hand drew closer, it began to change. His nails darkened and stretched into sharp black claws, golden fur sprouting along his skin with black spots. The transformation was seamless, unnervingly natural.

His claws pierced the fruit with ease as he plucked it from the branch, the motion menacing.

“I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal like you to understand the ways of the Gods,” he said lowly, each word laced with venom. He turned the tangerine over in his hand, inspecting it idly, though his gaze never left Nami’s. “So I’ll make this simple enough for you to understand: the sooner you tell me which way he went, the sooner we can return the sun to the sky.”

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. He was a God hunting Nika.

But this God was nothing like Nika. There was no warmth, no light, no joy. Only cold precision and deadly intent. Nami’s resolve hardened. There was no way she would tell this God where to find Nika.

Feigning calm, she plastered on a sweet smile. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?” She pointed toward the opposite direction Zoro and Nika had gone. “He wandered off that way.”

The God’s unblinking eyes stayed fixed on her, not even glancing toward where she pointed. Then, without a word, he began walking straight toward the path Zoro and Nika had taken.

“H-hey! Weren’t you paying attention?!” Nami called after him, panic rising in her chest. “I told you they went that way!”

“They?” The single word was a dagger, cutting through her flimsy lie.

Nami froze, realizing her mistake too late. She had let this God know that someone was traveling with Nika.

Before she could react, the God moved. In an instant, she was slammed against the tree, her back hitting the bark with a sickening thud. Her basket tumbled to the ground, scattering tangerines across the snow.

The God’s hand clamped around her throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Nami’s feet dangled uselessly, her hands clawing at his wrist as she struggled for air. His face was no longer human; his features had morphed into something beastly, his eyes now blazing with a fiery intensity that burned through her.

“Don’t you know it’s a crime to trick a God?” His voice came out in a deep guttural growl.

Hot tears welled in Nami’s eyes as fear coursed through her. Her fingers gripped his arm desperately, her lungs burning for air.

“I won’t punish you for your crime… yet,” he promised, his tone dripping with malice. “I have more interesting prey to pursue. But once I bring him to justice, you will be next.”

With that, he released her. Nami crumpled to the ground, gasping and choking as she greedily sucked in air. She clutched at her throat, her vision swimming as she tried to steady herself.

When she raised her head to confront him, the God was already gone. The only trace of him was a trail of massive pawprints in the snow, leading toward the path Zoro and Nika had taken.

Guilt twisted in her chest as she stared at the tracks. The God was closing in on them, and it was her mistake that had given him the lead.

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“Zoro…” Nika’s voice broke the steady rhythm of crunching snow beneath their feet. He stopped in front of a tree with a distinctive knot twisting through its bark, tilting his head as he squinted at it. “Are we lost?”

“No. We’re not lost.” Zoro replied, a little more forcefully than he intended. The map crinkled in his grip as he turned it sideways, trying to make sense of the winding paths sketched across the paper. A sharp gust of wind whipped past, fluttering the edges of the map and biting at his exposed face. It felt almost deliberate, as if the wind itself was mocking him. Scowling, Zoro shoved that thought aside and muttered, “All these trees just look the same. That’s why it seems familiar.”

Nika trailed beside him, hands casually tucked behind his head, his stride carefree compared to Zoro’s whose feet shuffled in his focused frustration. The God seemed content to let the silence stretch, the only sound between them the soft crunch of snow and the occasional rustle of branches swaying in the wind.

When they passed the same knotted tree for what felt like the third time, Nika let out a dramatic sigh.

“Yeah… we’re definitely lost.”

Zoro spun on his heel to glare at Nika, his jaw tightening as his irritation bubbled to the surface. “We are not lost!” he snapped, his tone sharp and defensive.

Nika raised a brow, his lips curling into a teasing grin that only fueled Zoro’s frustration. “Uh-huh,” the God replied, rocking on the balls of his feet like a mischievous child about to spring a prank. “There must be a loooot of people in this area, then.”

Zoro’s scowl faltered, his curiosity slipping through the cracks of his irritation. He glanced around the still, silent woods. The only sign of life was their own breaths puffing white in the frosty air.

“What are you talking about?” Zoro asked begrudgingly, betraying his genuine confusion.

Nika’s grin widened wickedly. In a single fluid motion, he stepped closer. Much closer. Zoro’s breath hitched as Nika’s face came within inches of his own, the God’s amber eyes sparkling with mischief. Zoro fought the urge to step back from the sudden close proximity of the God. Warm hands closed over Zoro’s, and for a moment, the swordsman’s focus wavered. He became acutely aware of the sweet, citrusy scent of tangerine on Nika’s breath mingling with his own.

Zoro’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. His grip on the map slackened just enough for Nika to snatch it away.

“Weeeell,” Nika began, stepping back as quickly as he’d approached, his grin never faltering, “If Zoro wasn’t so busy staring at the map, he might’ve noticed the ground.”

Zoro blinked, his gaze dropping reflexively to the snow beneath them. It took a moment for the faint loop of footprints to register. Their footprints. They’d been walking in circles.

Heat surged up his neck, spreading to his ears despite the cold air.

“Shishishishi!” The God covered his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle his laughter, but it only spilled out through his fingers, echoing joyfully through the still forest. His shoulders shook as his auburn eyes sparkled with unrestrained amusement, as if he was having the time of his life. “Don’t worry, we’re not too far from the next town anyway!”

Zoro glared at the ground, refusing to look at Nika. The snow, the trees, even their looping footprints suddenly seemed offensive. He tightened his grip on Wado’s hilt as if the blade might lend him some patience. But there was something else, an ache he couldn’t quite place, something deeper than just irritation. Maybe it was the way Nika had stepped so close only to pull away, leaving a strange hollowness in his chest. He dismissed the thought angrily, blaming it on the cold.

Nika began to walk ahead.

“If you knew we were going the wrong way, why didn’t you say anything?” Zoro grumbled, lifting his gaze towards Nika.

Nika turned, throwing a playful glance over his shoulder, his grin as wide as ever. “Because watching you try to figure it out was way more fun!”

Zoro growled under his breath. He adjusted his swords at his side and followed, the faint sound of Nika’s laughter echoing warmly around him.

The God continued onward, his steps light and carefree as if the winter air didn’t bother him in the slightest. The wind had shifted, now at their backs, as if nature itself urged them onward. 

Zoro let out a quiet sigh, his frustration fading into something softer. For all the teasing, there was a warmth in Nika’s presence, an infectious energy that made the cold forest feel a little less empty.

With a shake of his head, Zoro pushed the thought aside and focused on the path ahead. At least now they were moving in the right direction.

The crunch of snow beneath their feet filled the silence, but Nika wasn’t one to let it linger for long.

“So,” Nika began, his curious faze drifting towards Zoro as he rolled up the map in his hands, “Zoro never told me he could fight with three swords.”

Zoro’s steps faltered ever so slightly. The playful comment stirred memories he wasn’t sure he wanted to revisit. 

“I thought fighting with three swords would make me a better swordsman.” Zoro replied. His chest tightened as his thoughts turned to Kuina. “I wanted to take every advantage possible when fighting… against my friend.”

Nika’s auburn eyes began to dazzle with genuine interest.

“So Zoro’s friend is really strong too?” Nika asked excitedly.

The question struck Zoro like a blade to the chest. He paused mid-step, his gaze dropping to the snow-covered ground.

“She was.” Zoro said softly.

Nika stopped walking, his eyes widening. The realization behind Zoro’s words dawned on him, and the God’s playful demeanor gave way to something more subdued.

“Oh.” Nika murmured, his tone full of understanding.

Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Nika didn’t press further; instead, he seemed to wait, giving Zoro the space to share more if he chose to.

Zoro exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air. His hand drifted to Wado, fingers brushing over the smooth hilt, seeking comfort from the blade.

“I could never beat her in a match.” Zoro continued. His voice felt rough, as if the words were constricting his throat. He could see Kuina as if she were standing before him: her fierce determination, the fire in her eyes that refused to dim, and her radiant smile that always left an impression. His grip tightened around Wado, and his gaze lingered on the blade as if it might somehow bring her closer. “She was stronger than anyone I’ve ever known.”

Nika’s bright eyes softened as they drifted to the sword. His expression was thoughtful, almost distant, as if he were recalling something from long ago.

“She was really brave too.” Nika said suddenly, his voice lighter, almost fond.

Zoro’s head snapped up, his eyes widening. He turned toward Nika, searching the God’s face for clarity.

“You… you remember her?” Zoro asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Nika blinked, tilting his head to the side as if the answer were obvious. 

“Of course I do.” Nika replied. The corners of his lips curled into a smile. “She is hard to forget.”

Zoro’s breath hitched, a swirl of emotions rising within his chest: joy sadness, and something that made his throat tighten. He’s known, deep down, that Kuina’s encounter with Nika had been special. She told him about it with such awe, her eyes lighting up whenever she mentioned the tale… but Nika was a God! He was an eternal being who must have met countless mortals over his lifespan. Zoro had never expected him to remember her.

“She thought I was stealing from their garden.” Nika continued. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chin as if it helped him recall the memory. “She pulled out a sword,” Nika paused to open his eyes and look at Wado. Recognition danced in his eyes, “Your sword, and tried to fight me off all by herself.”

Zoro’s mind flashed back to that day when he sat in the garden with Kuina. That day that he could remember so vividly. Kuina sitting back with a smile, the sun shining down upon her face. He could even remember the feel of course dirt between his fingers as he ran them along the blessed earth.

“She told me about that.” Zoro admitted, his voice coming out strained. “ She said you were kind. That you blessed the garden.”

Hearing this, Nika’s grin grew so wide that it crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

“She was really cool.” Nika replied sincerely, excited to share his experience with Zoro. “There was this fire in her like… like nothing could stop her. I really wanted to help because she deserved it.”

Zoro swallowed hard, his heart aching at the thought of Kuina hearing this. She would have been thrilled, overjoyed to know that her favorite God not only remembered her, but thought of her so highly.

“She would've liked hearing that.” Zoro managed to say, though his throat felt raw. Each word clawed its way out, and the effort of holding back tears left a pain in his chest. Still, he pressed on, determined to let Kuina’s memory shine through the moment. “She really admired you.”

Nika’s grin softened, turning into something much gentler. “I liked her too.”

For a moment, the frozen forest seemed to blur at the edges. The biting cold faded as Zoro’s mind filled with precious memories of Kuina. It was as if her unconquerable spirit lingered with the wind that stirred the bare trees. Knowing that her bravery had touched even a God, weaving her legacy into something eternal, filled Zoro with both pride and a deep aching grief.  

Zoro inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself, but the air felt too thick. Nika’s gaze, warm and earnest, seemed to invite him to share more, to draw closer… but it was too much. The tears he had locked away for years now hovered dangerously close, threatening to spill. He couldn’t let Nika see him like this.

“I-I need a minute. ” Zoro stammered unsteadily. Without waiting for a response, he turned abruptly, heading into the dense forest, away from the open path and Nika’s watchful eyes.

“O-oh… Okay… Don’t get lost!” Nika called after him. The playful teasing in his voice was completely gone, replaced with genuine concern.

The further Zoro ventured, the more the forest seemed to close in around him. The twisted branches of the trees cast jagged shadows on the snow, and  the wind whistled sadly through the canopy. His legs felt heavy, and when he could go no further, he leaned against the cold trunk of a tree. The frozen bark pressed into his back, its chill seeping into his bones.

“She would’ve liked to hear that.” Zoro repeated his earlier statement, although this time the words were an attempt to comfort himself. 

Minutes passed. His breathing soon steadied, and the sharp pain in his chest dulled to an ache. He stared at the shifting shadows cast by the branches, willing himself to regain his composure.

But then, something moved.

The shadows, which had swayed gently with the wind, suddenly twisted unnaturally. Zoro straightened, every muscle tensing as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. He scanned the forest, his steely gaze piercing the darkness, but he saw nothing.

His shoulders relaxed. It was probably his grief playing tricks on him.

The wind shifted, carrying with it the unmistakable musk of an animal.

Zoro turned just as a shadow darted toward him with blinding speed. In an instant, he drew a blade at random, the clash of steel and claw ringing out. Snow flew into the air as the impact rattled the trees.

A leopard.

Its golden fur shimmered in the moonlight, its black spots seeming to ripple with its movements. The Beast’s eyes glinted with lethal intent as it pulled back and began to prowl around Zoro in a circle, its tail twitching.

Zoro kept his blade steady, his eyes never leaving the predator. As Zoro prepared for another attack, the leopard’s form began to shift. Its sleek body blurred, elongating and twisting until a tall man stood where the beast had been.

Dressed in fur robes of black, was a man who’s long hair framed a sharp angular face. His icy gaze locked onto Zoro.

“Roronoa Zoro.” The man spoke Zoro’s name so calmly, yet carried an undeniable threat.

Zoro’s eyes narrowed. He drew a second sword, pointing it at the man before him.

“How do you know my name?” Zoro demanded.

The man’s thin lips curled into a smirk, his hands sliding casually into his pockets.

“I make it my business to know the names of all predators.” He replied smoothly. “And you, Roronoa, are a hunter of great skill. Few mortals leave trails as bloody as yours.”

Zoro clenched his jaw. There was something deeply unsettling about this man. It wasn't just the transformation, but the way he spoke, as if Zoro’s reputation was an open book.

“Who are you?” Zoro questioned teeth bared.

The man tilted his head, his piercing gaze never leaving Zoro’s.

“I am Lucci, God of Hunting,” Lucci replied, his eyes a light with dark pride. “It’s only natural that I recognize a hunter like you. Though I must admit,” he added, his smirk deepening, “I didn't expect to find you in the company of my prey.”

Zoro’s eyes widened briefly before narrowing into a hard glare. The grip on his blades tightened.

“Nika.” Zoro breathed.

“Indeed.” Lucci replied, his smirk never faltering.

Anger coursed through Zoro’s veins, turning his blood molten. This wasn’t just a God, this was one of the Gods hunting Nika, forcing him into hiding while he searched for a way to prove his innocence. This was one of the Gods that sought to kill Nika, the reason Zoro now stood as his shield.

“He is not responsible for the crime he’s accused of.” Zoro said firmly, but his words did not sway Lucci in the slightest.

“His innocence has yet to be proven.” The god began to circle Zoro, like a predator closing in on its meal. Zoro turned with him, never letting Lucci out of his sight, his blades poised to strike.

“There’s no proof of his guilt either.” Zoro snapped, his anger sharpening his words.

Lucci chuckled a low sinister laugh that sent a ripple of annoyance through Zoro's spine. 

“Regardless, someone must be brought to justice.” Lucci replied coldly, his eyes dark and detached.

Zoro’s temper flared. The sheer arrogance in Lucci’s tone, the casual dismissal of Nika’s situation, was unbearable.

“You don’t even care if he’s innocent?!” The words burned Zoro’s tongue like acid, fueled by his hate. “Where’s the justice in that?!” 

Lucci halted his circling, his smirk twisting into something crueler. “Did you bother considering the innocence of the bounties you collected?”

The words hit Zoro like a punch to the gut. His grip on his swords faltered for a split second before he steadied himself. His mind flashed with images of faces he’d long tried to forget, of hunts driven not by honor but by survival.

“That was different,” Zoro said. “I only did what I needed to survive.”

“And I am merely doing the same.” Lucci replied too calmly for Zoro’s fraying nerves.

Zoro shook his head, his anger boiling over once more. 

“A God like you doesn’t know what it’s like to go hungry, to struggle for shelter. You don’t hunt to survive. You hunt for sport, for some sick, twisted enjoyment.”

Lucci’s eyes gleamed with a predatory delight. 

“Perhaps,” Lucci replied, his calm tone laced with menace. “But that doesn’t change the fact that Nika is my prey. And no mortal, no matter how skilled, will keep me from claiming him.”

Zoro raised his blades in defiance. Kuina’s face flashed briefly in his mind, a memory of her expressing her fear when she realized she had raised her sword to a God. Zoro did not share that fear, not when it came to protecting someone as precious as Nika.

“You’ll have to go through me first.” Zoro spoke through bared teeth.

Lucci let out a low guttural sound from deep within his chest. He slowly removed his hands from his pockets, fingers twisting into claws that gleamed under the pale light.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Lucci replied with a feral grin.

In an instant, Lucci lunged forward with blinding speed. His claws aimed for the jugular, but Zoro reacted just in time, crossing his swords to block the strike. The force of the blow vibrated through his arms, but Zoro used Lucci’s momentum against him, redirecting the God into a frozen tree nearby.

The impact shook the icy branches, but Lucci rebounded effortlessly, his movements fluid like an agile animal. In one bound, he leapt over Zoro, twisting in midair. Zoro anticipated the move, slashing his blades upward in an X pattern as Lucci passed overhead.

Snow sprayed into the air as Lucci rolled to his feet.

Zoro smirked, knowing he had landed a clean hit, but as the snow settled, his stomach dropped. Lucci stood tall, unscathed, not a single mark marring his chest where  Zoro’s swords should have struck.

Zoro’s gaze dropped to the blades in his hands, the ones he received in Cocoyasi village. He stared at them with wide-eyed disbelief. They were sharp, forged to cut through anything, yet they had failed. 

“Don’t you know?” Lucci taunted, a tail appearing behind him and flicking with excitement. “Gods are immune to mortal weapons.”

Before Zoro could recover from the shock, Lucci moved again, faster this time. Zoro raised his swords, but he was too slow. Lucci’s claws sank into Zoro’s shoulder with brutal precision, tearing through flesh. A searing pain shot through him as he let out an agonized shout that echoed through the empty forest. Blood seeped down his arm, hot and sticky, before the freezing air crystallized it.

“It’s a shame, really…” Lucci mused, his voice almost pitying as he tightened his grip and then hurled Zoro to the ground. A constellation of blood painted the white snow as Zoro hit the frozen earth, the impact knocking the air from his lungs.

“You were a magnificent hunter.” Lucci continued, standing over him with an air of cruel superiority. “I hate to see a talent like yours reach its end.”

Zoro gritted his teeth, every muscle straining against the pain surging through him, but Zoro refused to yield. His fingers tightened around his swords, gripping them with desperate determination. Even if mortal steel couldn’t harm a God, he would fight. If it meant protecting Nika, he would fight until the very end.

As Zoro forced himself to his knees, a furious shout tore through the frozen forest, raw and unrestrained. For a moment, Zoro thought the sound had escaped his own throat, but the voice wasn’t his.

A scorching wave of heat roared above him, like a star had descended into the forest. Blazing flames hurtled toward Lucci, slamming into him with explosive force and sending him skidding across the icy ground.

In Lucci’s place now stood Nika, his form no longer mortal. His white hair billowed as if it were alive, glowing like a flickering flame. Nika’s back was to Zoro, but Zoro could see his fists clenched tightly at his sides, trembling with barely restrained fury.

“How dare you hurt Zoro!” Nika’s voice thundered, cracking like a whip through the silence of the forest.

Zoro stared in shock. He had seen Nika's divine form before, but this time it was different. This time, Nika was displaying his raw power and Godly fury.

Lucci groaned as he struggled to his feet, shaking off the remnants of Nika’s fiery attack. Despite the burn marks on his fur robes, his predatory amusement hadn’t wavered. He straightened, brushing the snow from his shoulders with an infuriatingly casual air.

“There you are, coward.” Lucci sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to run away again while I finished off your swordsman.”

Nika’s stance didn’t waver. His glowing red eyes burned brighter, his hair flickering like a controlled inferno. “I would never abandon Zoro.” he said, his voice firm with unshakable certainty.

Zoro's breath hitched, his chest tightening at those words. He knew, deep down, that Nika meant the statement as a declaration of friendship, a promise to stand by him. Yet to Zoro, the meaning ran so much deeper. For a man who had spent so much of his life wandering alone, carrying burdens no one else could, it felt like a beacon in the dark. Nika's words wrapped around him like a warmth he had never known. Did the god truly care for him that much?

“How touching.” Lucci mocked, his claws flexing eagerly, as though he relished the violence to come. "But your sentiments won't change a thing. You can't protect him... and he can't protect you. You'll both fall before me."

Zoro caught the subtle shift in Nika’s posture, the way his frame angled to shield him. It wasn’t something Zoro was used to, being protected. The gesture stirred something deep inside him, a longing that felt blasphemous to name. He watched as Nika ran forward with a roar, each step melting the snow beneath him as if the earth itself bent to his heat, his fists wreathed with fire. The impact of his punch sent Lucci flying, the crack of a splintering tree echoing through the clearing as the Hunting God was thrown back.

“I won't let you threaten Zoro or harm him again!" Nika shouted. His fury burned bright, his heat radiating in waves as he advanced once more. With a single motion, he raised his sandaled foot high, prepared to bring it down like a blazing battle axe.

But Lucci was fast. Too fast. His claws shot out, gripping Nika's ankle mid-swing. The Hunting God's other hand collided with Nika's chest, sending him hurtling backward. Nika hit the ground with a force that sent up a cloud of sizzling steam, his flames flickering weakly before reigniting. Golden liquid dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Zoro winced at the sight, his mind racing. Nika's flames… they were weaker, dimmer than they should be. He remembered what Nika had said; how his powers had waned after being cut off from the Celestial Realm. The thought ignited a new sense of urgency in Zoro's chest. 

He didn't have time to think. Ignoring the burning pain in his shoulder, Zoro staggered to his feet. His fingers curled around Wado's hilt as he drew the blade and clenched it between his teeth. He wouldn't stand by and let this happen. 

Lucci lunged again, claws aimed for Nika's vulnerable form, but Zoro intercepted him. Steel clashed against claws. Zoro’s arm screamed in protest, but he didn't falter. 

Nika's fiery eyes met his, their intensity softened by a flicker of concern. "Stay back, Zoro." he said firmly, his voice tinged with desperation. "This isn't your fight."

This was the same order he had given Zoro when he had fought Arlong, but the way their situations differed was not lost on the swordsman. With Arlong, it was a request to let Nika serve justice, but here against Lucci it was a plea. He wanted Zoro to protect himself.

Determination pulsed through Zoro’s veins. This was one order he could not follow.

“Like hell it isn’t!” Zoro bit out around Wado’s hilt, his voice a growl of defiance. The pain in his shoulder flared, but he pushed through it. He wasn’t about to stand down, not when Nika needed him. Not when he had sworn to protect him. “You think I'm just going to stand here and let him kill you?! Not happening." 

Nika's expression twisted, guilt and gratitude warring in his gaze.

Lucci sneered at the exchange. His claws gleaming against Zoro’s swords.

“You’re pathetic, Nika.” Although Lucci addressed the God, his cold eyes never left Zoro’s. “A weak, sniveling excuse for a God, hiding behind a mortal who can barely stand. You’ve fallen so far, it’s almost laughable.”

Before either could retort, Lucci's claws swiped out, his strength overwhelming. The blow sent Zoro stumbling, his footing lost, but before he could hit the ground, Nika was there catching him. His warm arms wrapped around Zoro, steadying him, keeping him from colliding with the frozen earth. For a brief moment, Zoro was acutely aware of their closeness; the way Nika's rapid heartbeat thudded against his chest, the way his flames seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his breath… but the moment was fleeting. 

Zoro's instincts flared as he saw Lucci's claw descending, aimed for Nika's exposed back. Twisting their bodies mid-fall, Zoro managed to raise Wado in defense, blocking the strike.

Lucci roared in surprise as the sword sliced through his arm, golden ichor splattering onto the snow. He leapt back, clutching the wound, his dark eyes narrowing with fury. Zoro's breath came in sharp bursts as he glanced sideways at the blade, disbelief flickering in his mind. Wado had cut a God. 

Lucci glared down at the blood running from his arm, his expression twisting into a snarl. "Where the hell did you get a blessed weapon?" he hissed, his voice laced with venom.

Zoro's jaw clenched. Blessed? His mind raced, confusion swirling like a storm. This was Kuina's blade, forged by human hands. It had never shown any signs of being anything more than mortal steel. Yet... the golden blood staining its edge told a different story.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zoro shot back, trying to step forward. He could feel Nika’s fingers curling against his back, gripping tight as if he didn't want to let Zoro go. 

“You’re a liar!” Lucci spat, his fiery gaze snapping to Nika. “Is this your doing? Are you arming mortals with tools to strike down Gods?!”

Nika released his hold on Zoro, leaving a cool emptiness in its wake. Both of them stood straighter.

“I don't know how Zoro’s sword was blessed.” Nika answered firmly, his fiery hair flickering. “But I do know that you're injured and outnumbered.”

The words landed like a blow, and Zoro saw the way Lucci’s claws twitched, his body vibrating with barely contained rage. For a moment, it seemed like he would lunge again, but Zoro stepped forward, shifting Wado from his teeth to his hand. His other swords slid back into their sheaths with a deliberate metallic click, leaving Wado gleaming dangerously in his grip.

The threat was clear.

Lucci hesitated, his sharp eyes narrowing as he weighed his choices. He took one reluctant step back, then another.

“This fight is far from over.” Lucci warned. “Keep leaving trails, and others will come. They’ll do more than extinguish your flame, Nika. They’ll erase you from existence.”

Zoro’s grip tightened on Wado, his blood boiling at the audacity of the threat. 

Lucci’s attention shifted at the movement, his predatory gaze locking onto Zoro. “You think you’re protecting him, don’t you?” He sneered. “That you’re his savior, his shield.” His voice dropped into a sinister whisper. “But he doesn’t need you. You’re just a mortal… a fleeting breath in a world ruled by eternity. To a God, your kind is nothing more than… disposable.”

The words stung like poison, but Zoro didn’t flinch. Before either of them could reply, Lucci turned sharply and disappeared into the dense forest. 

Zoro’s gaze lingered on the spot where Lucci had disappeared, his mind racing even as his body trembled. The edges of his vision darkened, the cold creeping in as if the forest itself sought to claim him.

Beside him, Nika exhaled softly, the flames that danced along his hair dimming and retreating until they gave way to his mortal guise. Despite the calmness in his movements, his eyes betrayed his worry.

“Zoro…” Nika’s voice was gentle, laced with concern. “You’re hurt.”

“I'm fine.” But the reply Zoro gave Nika was far from the truth. The pain from the icy wound on his shoulder was excruciating. He didn’t know that ice could feel like fire, and every movement sent sharp searing pain through his body.

Before he could steel himself further, his legs buckled beneath him. The world tilted, but before he could hit the ground, Nika was there, catching him with steady arms. Nika’s touch was so much warmer than his own. It was comforting, dangerously so, and Zoro found himself leaning into it.

“ZORO!” Nika’s voice cracked with panic, his normally carefree demeanor absent as he held Zoro close.

Zoro hated seeing that look on Nika’s face: the worry, the fear… it didn’t suit him. Nika was supposed to be radiant, his infectious grin making the world shimmer around them.

“I’m sorry, Nika.” Zoro murmured, his voice felt thick in his throat like syrup. “I screwed up. I let my guard down… put you in danger.”

“This isn’t Zoro's fault!” Nika snapped, his tone fierce, anger flashing in his eyes, but not at Zoro. “If anyone is to blame, it’s me!”

Nika’s arms tightened around Zoro, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together. Zoro could feel the steady drumming of Nika’s heartbeat, mirroring his own. He could see the glint of unshed tears clinging to Nika’s lashes, each one catching the faintest glimmer of light.

Perhaps it was the haze of pain or the pull of exhaustion, but Zoro’s thoughts wandered to a dangerous place. Being held like this, cradled as if he were something precious, felt alarmingly intimate. He wanted more of it. More of him. He wanted to feel those hands again, not in battle but in gentleness. He wanted to discover the taste of Nika’s lips, to memorize the way he looked this close.

“Nika…” Zoro breathed, his voice barely a whisper as his eyelids fluttered, too heavy to keep open.

Before he could slip into unconsciousness, he felt Nika’s arms shift, one slipping beneath his legs. Nika lifted him, cradling him effortlessly.

“Save your strength,” Nika said firmly but filled with tenderness. “I’m going to get you help.”

Zoro didn’t protest, obeying without argument, closing his mouth and letting himself rest against Nika. If the God had asked for his soul in that moment, Zoro would have given it willingly. There was no denying it anymore. No denying what he felt since the moment he met Nika.

As the world faded to black, one thought burned clear in Zoro’s mind, more certain than any oath he had ever made.

He was in love with Nika.

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Lucci moved through the frozen forest at a pace slower than his usual predatory grace, his steps hindered by the sharp sting of the wound on his arm. Golden ichor dripped steadily from the gash, leaving a trail of humiliation behind him. To be forced to retreat was mortifying, but Lucci was no fool. Facing Nika and that mortal together, especially with that accursed weapon in play, was a risk he couldn’t afford to take. He needed reinforcements, or at least guidance.

Once he was certain he was far enough from the scene, he stopped, the icy air biting at his exposed skin. He carefully removed a ring from his middle finger, a sinister creation of five blackened bands, each twisted and fused together like scorched vines. Forged in the fires deep beneath the earth.

Lucci twisted the bands. As they moved, they formed an intricate orb, which began to spin faster and faster, radiating a searing heat. The air shimmered around it before the orb expanded into a fiery portal to the domain they were created. The forest's icy stillness was replaced by a rush of blistering warmth, and Lucci stepped through without hesitation.

He emerged into a grand chamber. Despite being rooted in the underworld, the room was an unsettling blend of opulence and deceit. The walls were clad in gleaming white stone, an imitation of the Celestial Realm’s pure marble. Rich furs lined the floor, while piles of plush pillows added an air of indulgence.

At the far end of the chamber, lounging with the casual arrogance, was the God of Nightmares. His presence filling the room like a dark shroud. His long legs were crossed, his fingers drumming lazily on the arm of his chair; a chair that had been elevated and placed deliberately to resemble a throne.

“I thought I made it clear…” The God began in a cold tone, “not to use the ring unless you had the Sun God in hand.” 

Lucci bowed his head slightly, more out of protocol than genuine respect. 

“We have a problem.” Lucci replied, ignoring the sharp ache in his arm.

The Nightmare God’s eyes flicked to the wound, his lips curled into a slight sneer. 

“Your ichor is staining my floor.” The God remarked, his tone more annoyed by the mess than worried about Lucci’s condition.

Lucci tightened his grip on his injured arm, his claws digging into his own flesh to stem the flow. The golden ichor continued to trickle, pooling between his fingers, but he ignored the pain. 

“I found Nika, but he’s traveling with a mortal swordsman.” Lucci said through gritted teeth. “The mortal’s weapon is blessed.”

That word ‘blessed’ was enough to make the God of Nightmares pause. He leaned forward, the dim light catching in his eyes, which shimmered with something unhinged and dangerous. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Blessed?” He repeated, savoring the word like fine wine. The tone of his voice was almost playful, but the undertone was deadly. “Do tell me more.”

“The blade struck me and drew blood.” Lucci replied. “It’s no ordinary steel. Whatever power it holds is strong enough to harm a God.”

The God of Nightmares chuckled softly, a low, bone-chilling sound that echoed in the grand chamber.

“How fascinating.” The God leaned back once more, his fingers steepling. “It seems our radiant little Sun God has been busier than we thought.”

“He denies any involvement.” Lucci added quickly. “But whether he’s lying or not, the weapon in the hands of this swordsman is a threat.”

“Everything is a threat,” the God mused, his voice dripping with condescension. “But that’s what makes this so... entertaining.”

Lucci’s patience was thinning, his frustration barely contained. “If we don’t act soon, Nika could gain more allies. He’s already dangerous enough as it is.”

“Oh, we’ll act.” the God of Nightmares murmured, his voice as soft as silk yet laced with menace. The tone made Lucci’s skin crawl. “But first, tell me more about this swordsman.”

Lucci exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He had expected this line of questioning, but the God’s leisurely indifference to the urgency of the situation grated on his nerves. 

“He’s a mortal I know well,” Lucci began, “A bounty hunter named Roronoa Zoro from Shimotsuki Village. He aspires to be the world’s greatest swordsman, and he’s as deadly as he is ambitious. His skill with a blade is unparalleled among mortals.”

The God of Nightmares’ smile widened into a wolfish grin. He rested his elbow on the arm of his chair, his head propped against his fist as if this were all some delightful tale.

“So, our highly coveted criminal is being protected by a man who hunts criminals for a living?” The God chuckled. “How deliciously ironic.”

“There’s nothing amusing about this.” Lucci seethed, unable to swallow his irritation any longer. “They look ridiculous traveling together, clinging to each other like frightened children.”

“And yet,” the God of Nightmares drawled, his grin sharpening, “you retreated.”

The accusation struck like a slap, and Lucci’s eyes widened in offense.

“If I had stayed, they could’ve killed me.” Lucci spat. “This mortal is lethal against any enemy he sets his sights on. The fact that he can harm a God is a warning that shouldn’t be ignored. You tasked me with gathering information and bringing Nika to you alive. How could I do that if I were dead?”

The God of Nightmares tilted his head, his expression shifting into something colder, more calculating. His fingers moved subtly, as though he were toying with invisible strings.

“So, what you’re saying,” he mused, “is that you are no longer of use to me?”

Lucci’s eyes darted to the God’s hands, the realization hitting him like a blow. The air around him thickened, an unseen force wrapping tightly around his body. Breathing became a struggle, his chest heaving as if crushed under an invisible weight.

“Wait!” Lucci choked, his voice strangled with desperation as he struggled against the invisible force.

The God of Nightmares didn’t wait. His fist clenched, his expression serene but his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. The pressure intensified, crushing Lucci’s body and silencing his protests in an instant.

Golden ichor dripped silently to the floor.

The God of Hunting was no more.

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I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter. I hope to update again soon. In the meantime, can any of you guess what One Piece character is the God of Nightmares? I think I made it pretty obvious, but would love to hear your guesses.

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Eclipsed - Chapter 4

A ZoLu/LuZo fic (AU Nika Sun God)

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Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

For links to other chapters, please view My OP Story Masterpost

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"NAMI, WAKE UP!!!"

Nojiko's loud cry jolted Zoro from his deep slumber. In a hasty attempt to get up, Zoro tumbled off the bed with a resounding thud. Nami's hurried footsteps echoed from the other room as she rushed to the main living area. Despite his urgency, Zoro's feet became entangled in the blankets. As he struggled to free himself, he noticed Nika leisurely observing from the bed, laughing at the scene before him. The God seemed completely unfazed by Nojiko's cry, and was even casually kicking his feet behind him.

Seeing Nika's calm demeanor reassured Zoro. If it were a serious situation, Nika would have already taken action.

"Oi, you could lend a hand instead of just lying there and laughing." Zoro scolded, though his tone lacked any real bite.

"Nah, I already know Zoro's got it covered." Nika beamed, flashing his teeth with his usual carefree grin. Zoro silently cursed the way that damn smile made his heart flutter.

Leaning against the wooden bedframe, Zoro refocused on untangling himself from the sheets, giving them a firm tug. In the background, the excited voices from the next room became more audible.

"I assume you know what that’s about?" Zoro inquired, finally kicking his legs free from the sheets.

The corner of Nika's eyes crinkled as his playful smile stretched wider.

"Maaaaybe." Nika responded with a playful tone. Zoro shooed the God off the bed, intent on making it properly. Once dressed, he headed out the door, and Nika happily trailed behind.

"Zoro! Luffy! Come see! The tree grew again!" Nojiko greeted them excitedly as they emerged from Nami's bedroom.

Zoro's gaze shifted to the corner where the tree stood. Yesterday, it clung to life, its branches struggling to survive. Today, a vibrant transformation had occurred – the tree now thrived, adorned with lush greenery and an abundance of orange tangerines. Zoro shot a sidelong glance at Nika, who, with a gleeful expression, pretended to be taken aback.

"Wow, that magic tree is something special, growing overnight like this." Nika chimed in response to Nojiko's excitement.

Nami knelt beside the tree, wearing an expression of utter bewilderment. Her scrutiny of the tree seemed like a quest for an explanation for its sudden resurgence. Meanwhile, Nojiko's boundless enthusiasm erupted in jumps and excited chatter of what they could make with the tangerines, and Nika, equally thrilled by the prospect of more food, joined the sisters, attentively listening to Nojiko's ideas. For the first time since their encounter, a genuine smile graced Nami's face.

The heartfelt scene brought a smile to Zoro's face. He couldn’t help but be captivated by how Nika effortlessly infused joy into the lives of those who needed it most.

As the excitement subsided, Nami, caught up in the spirit of celebration, decided on crafting a special tangerine cake. While expertly blending flour, sugar, and tangerine juice, her focus shifted from the culinary task at hand to a newfound curiosity about Zoro and 'Luffy.'

"I never asked, what brings you both to Cocoyasi Village?" Nami inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"We're heading to Ohara!" Nika exclaimed before Zoro could interject. Zoro, sitting with his arms crossed, just leaned back, resigned to Nika’s unrestrained enthusiasm. Well, no point in stopping the God from speaking about their quest now.

"Ohara?" Nami's eyes widened. "What in the world would bring you there?"

"We're gonna bring back the Sun." Nika replied candidly. His honest response elicited an incredulous laugh from Nami.

"And how exactly will visiting Ohara bring Nika back?" Nami inquired skeptically.

"We'll find out when we get there." Nika replied with unshakable confidence. Nami cast a doubtful glance at Zoro, silently seeking his opinion on the matter.

"Luffy's right," Zoro affirmed, matching Nika's unwavering resolve. "Once we uncover the truth of what happened, Nika will come back."

Nami continued to scrutinize the two, glancing back and forth between Nika and Zoro as if studying them hard enough would reveal more.

"That's so brave of you." Nojiko chimed in happily. "How long have you been on your journey?"

"We started yesterday." Nika beamed, causing Nojiko's smile to falter slightly.

"Y-you've only just begun your journey?" Nojiko questioned, her surprise evident. Even Nami looked confused.

"The Sun has been gone for months. Why suddenly start your journey now?" Nami added her own question with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't have Zoro until now," Nika replied with a casual shrug. "I've been trying to get to Ohara for a while, but people haven't been very friendly or helpful. I kept getting chased out of towns, and sometimes I even had to hide. But Zoro still believes in Nika. I've felt a lot safer traveling with him."

Zoro remained motionless, absorbing Nika's words. It was the first time he learned about Nika's struggles in the mortal realm, mirroring his own experiences. While it wasn't surprising to hear that the God faced cruelty in his attempts to reach Ohara, it struck a chord with Zoro that Nika felt safe with him. Pride swelled within him, filling his chest almost unbearably.

"Huh... with how close you two are, I assumed you had known each other for much longer." Nami noted, pouring the batter into a pan before placing it into the oven. "A lot of folks around here don't care to hear about Nika, so I can only imagine the trouble you've run into in other towns."

Zoro watched Nika carefully, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the slight shift in the God’s demeanor. Nika's fingers tapped restlessly against the table, his smile still in place but wavering at the edges. It was a familiar look, one Zoro had seen back at the tavern when people had spoken poorly about him. The sight of it made something stir in Zoro, an instinctive need to shield Nika from the world's harshness.

Nika had shown nothing but kindness, yet he was continuously met with distrust and cruelty. Traveling through a realm that treated him like a pariah couldn’t have been easy. Zoro felt the weight of that struggle settling heavy upon his own chest. It gave him a new understanding of why Nika clung to him so readily… Zoro was likely the only one who hadn’t judged or turned him away. For Nika, Zoro was a rare ally in a world that seemed bent on rejecting the God.

Zoro’s resolve hardened. He wanted to show Nika that he was worthy of his trust.

A sudden knock sounded at the door, pulling Zoro from his musings. The light conversation between Nami and Nojiko faltered as Nami turned her attention to the door. She stared at it so intently that Nojiko began to shift uncomfortably.

“Were we expecting more friends?” Nojiko questioned as she turned to look at her sister.

Nami’s expression shifted, a flicker of anxiety crossing her features as she bit her lip.

“No.” Nami replied, her eyes remained locked onto the door, betraying her fear of what may be on the other side. Still, the red head seemed to quell her own worries by firmly instructing Nojiko, “Keep an eye on the cake while I look to see who it is.”

Nojiko nodded, eyes glued to her sister, her furrowed brows making the concern obvious on her young face.

Zoro’s muscles coiled instinctively as a creeping unease swept over him. It wasn’t just from the knock; it was the shift in the air, like the energy around them was warning of something sinister approaching. Next to him, he noticed Nika, who moments ago had been fidgeting, had gone still. His earlier unease was now replaced by a calm watchful alertness.

Nami moved cautiously across the room towards the door. She inhaled deeply before cracking the door open just enough to peek outside. Zoro’s sharp eyes caught the subtle way her body stiffened.

“Genzo?” Nami said in surprise.

That name of Cocoyasi’s previous Mayor instantly snapped Zoro’s attention. Nami had spoken so highly of the Mayor… his presence alone shouldn't have made her this nervous.

Zoro leaned back in his chair, trying to keep his position casual but ready to act. He angled himself just enough to peer through the sliver of the door to catch a glimpse of what had unnerved Nami so much. Through the narrow crack, Zoro saw a man, worn and scarred, standing uneasily at the door. Behind him were a group of men, some that Zoro recognized from yesterday. The same ones who had been chasing Nami.

Zoro’s jaw clenched, his instincts screaming that something wasn’t right. Yet, Nami, in a calm he knew was forced, turned to Nojiko with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’ll be right back. Keep our guests entertained and make sure the cake doesn’t burn.” Nami said, her voice too steady, too controlled.

Fear flashed across Nojiko’s eyes. She stepped forward and opened her mouth to protest, but Nami didn’t give her the chance. Before anyone could react, she slipped out, shutting the door behind her with an audible click, cutting them off from whatever was about to unfold outside.

The room went deadly quiet in Nami’s absence. Despite the warmth radiating from Nika by his side, a cold shiver ran up Zoro’s spine. His gaze drifted back towards Nojiko. Her lips were pressed in a hard line and her brows were furrowed as her eyes remained locked on the closed door. She concentrated on the sturdy frame as if by doing so would allow her to see through if she concentrated hard enough.

Not bothering to listen to her sister’s orders, Nojiko strode across the room. Her face set in quiet determination.

Beside Zoro, Nika rose from his seat to follow Nojiko to the door.

Zoro’s eyes flicked towards him, catching the God’s intent as he moved toward the door. It was clear that Nika also had no intention of following Nami’s request.

“Nami asked for us to stay put.” Zoro warned the other two as he remained glued to his seat. “You don’t want to cause her trouble by getting involved.”

Nojiko completely ignored Zoro, but Nika turned to give him a smile. It wasn’t his usual carefree smile… there was something different. A wicked gleam in the God’s eye looked almost mischievous. As if he was happy to insert himself into someone else’s business.

“We won’t cause any trouble by just listening in.” Nika replied with a shrug of his shoulder. He crouched by the door, pressing his ear against the wood in an attempt to hear what was going on on the other side.

Nojiko was quick to follow suit. Her face serious as she strained to listen.

Zoro’s gaze shifted between Nika and Nojiko as they huddled by the door. With a reluctant sigh, he decided to join the other two.

The loud scrape of Zoro’s chair against the wooden floor cut through the room’s stillness, but neither Nojiko nor Nika reacted. Both were too focused on the muffled voices beyond the door. Zoro hesitated for only a moment before kneeling under a window beside them, pressing his ear to the wood. Whatever was happening outside involved Nami, and by extension, it concerned all of them now.

Genzo’s low voice carried through, faint but clear enough for Zoro to make out the words:

“Nami, you know why I’m here.”

There was a beat of silence so heavy it seemed to press against Zoro’s chest. He could almost picture Nami standing there, her arms crossed with that familiar calculating expression, weighing her response carefully.

“If this is about feeding my sister,” Nami’s voice cut through the quiet at last, “then say it outright.”

From his spot, Zoro caught Nojiko’s reaction. Her eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. It was clear she hadn’t expected the conversation to involve her. Zoro’s instincts urged him to say something, maybe to tell Nojiko to step away, but Nika placed a finger to his lips, his expression serious. It was a silent command to stay silent, a command that Zoro chose to follow, his focus shifting back to the conversation outside.

A heavy sigh from Genzo followed. It sounded like the kind of sigh of someone caught between duty and compassion.

“Stealing from the orchards is a serious crime.” Genzo murmured, his voice low enough that Zoro guessed he was trying to keep the thugs behind him from hearing.

Zoro’s jaw clenched like he was biting down on Wado’s hilt. The pressure almost painful as he fought to control his urge to fight. It shouldn’t be a crime for Nami to take what belonged to her family.

Of course, the old man was trying to handle this quietly, to de-escalate the situation, but based off of what Nami had told them, Zoro knew there was no easy way out of this, not when Arlong was involved. His hand brushed over Wado, a reflex that was difficult to suppress, but he stopped himself.

No.

Not yet.

“It’s not stealing if it rightfully belongs to me!” The sharp crack of Nami’s voice broke through the air like lightning. The heat in her words carried through the door, though it was quickly tempered by the sound of Genzo’s urgent shushing.

“Keep your voice down.” Genzo hissed. “You know Arlong doesn’t see it that way.”

Zoro chanced a peek through the curtain of the window. Thankfully, no one was looking towards the house. Nami stood firm, arms crossed, and was casting a fiery glare into Genzo’s pleading eyes.

“Listen to me,” Genzo continued, his tone heavy with unease. “Arlong’s men wanted to make an example of you for what you’ve been doing. But Arlong... he’s willing to look the other way if… if…”

“If what?” Nami asked.

Genzo paused, a look of pain flashing in his eyes before he continued, “If you agree to work for him, there won’t be any trouble.”

Zoro felt his stomach twist. He glanced at Nojiko, whose hands flew to her mouth, her wide eyes brimming with tears, the weight of Genzo’s words slicing down on her like a guillotine.

“No! I can’t!” Nami’s voice wavered, but her resolve was still there. “Nojiko won’t be safe if I’m gone!”

“Nami, please. It’s the only way to ensure neither of you gets hurt.” Genzo pleaded, his voice breaking. “I’ll take care of Nojiko. I promise.”

Zoro could see Nami’s panicked expression. She opened her mouth to speak, but he couldn’t hear her response. Whatever she was about to say was cut off by one of Arlong’s men stepping in.

“This doesn’t have to be complicated, girl!” The thug called out in a grating voice, like nails on a chalkboard. “Count yourself lucky the boss is being lenient with a thieving rat like you.”

Zoro could feel his anger boiling. He was listening intently, so consumed with his own anger, that he didn't notice that Nojiko was already on her feet. She flung the door open so forcefully that it slammed into Nika, sending a rush of freezing air into the room. Without a second thought, she ran outside, her desperation overriding any caution.

“Damn it!” Zoro hissed under his breath.

Nika was already moving to follow her, but Zoro was faster. He tackled the God to the ground before he could be seen.

“Let me g-” Nika began to shout, but Zoro silenced him by clamping a hand over his mouth.

The red in Nika’s eyes burned fiercely, like embers stoked into flames, and his struggles were more intense than Zoro expected. The God was strong, unnaturally so, but Zoro held firm. He tightened his grip on Nika, his hand remained firmly pressed over the God’s mouth, even as the heat of Nika’s divine anger seared into his skin like scalding water.

“Stay down.” Zoro growled with as much authority as he could muster. His nose nearly touching Nika’s as he lay with his body pressed against the God’s. “If you charge out there, they’ll see it as a threat, and it’ll turn into a fight before we can do anything about it. Nojiko and Nami are already in danger. We can’t risk making it worse.”

For a tense moment, Nika froze beneath him, his blazing eyes locking onto Zoro’s steely gaze. They didn’t speak, but the air between them felt thick. Zoro could feel the God’s frustration, see it in the rigid set of his jaw and the simmering fury in his eyes. But he could also tell Nika understood. Reluctantly, the thrashing ceased, though the fire in Nika’s expression told Zoro he wasn’t happy about it.

“Good.” Zoro muttered, releasing Nika and sitting back on his heels.

The sharp sound of Nojiko’s voice brought their attention back to the trouble brewing outside.

“MY SISTER IS NOT A THIEF!” she screamed.

Zoro and Nika scrambled silently to the window. Peeking out, Zoro saw Nojiko standing defiantly in the cold, her small frame trembling but unyielding. She had positioned herself in front of Nami and Genzo, fists clenched at her sides as though she intended to fight the group of men herself.

Zoro’s eyes flicked to Nami, who stood slightly behind her sister. Her usual fiery demeanor was replaced by quiet fear. She glanced between Nojiko and the men with wide eyes.

“Magic feeds us!” Nojiko shouted, her voice breaking slightly. “Bellemere’s magic is what provides for us!”

The men erupted into laughter, cruel and mocking, their breath visible in the frosty air.

Another one of the men stepped forward, and Zoro’s eyes immediately narrowed with focused suspicion. At first, he assumed the man’s pale blue complexion was due to the cold, but as he became more visible, the truth settled in. The slick sheen of his skin, the gills faintly twitching near his neck, the saw-like nose, and the jagged edges of his teeth left no room for doubt. This was no ordinary man. This was a Fishman.

Zoro's gaze swept quickly across the rest of the group. Details he hadn’t registered before now stood out: scales glinting faintly under the dim moonlight, webbed fingers gripping their weapons. Fishmen, every last one of them. Zoro had tangled with their kind before, taking in bounties on Fishmen who committed serious crimes. They were strong; stronger than most humans, and this group carried themselves with a confidence that came from knowing exactly how dangerous they were.

The lead Fishman, with his shark-like grin and cruel eyes, loomed over Nojiko. His entire demeanor exuded predatory intent, and his voice carried the mocking tone of someone who believed they’d already won.

“You think magic feeds you?” he sneered, his jagged teeth glinting as he kneeled to Nojiko’s level, his saw-like nose inches from hers.

“Nojiko, go back insi-” Nami began, her voice shaky.

“Quiet!” the Fishman snapped, cutting her off with a glare so sharp it made her flinch.

Nami shrank back in fear.

Not yet. Zoro told himself again.

The Fishman turned back to Nojiko, his grin widening into something grotesque. “Did your sister really convince you that the fruit she stole from me magically appeared in your home?” His words were met with cruel laughter from his men, the sound grating in Zoro’s ears.

The Fishman's claim to the fruit stirred recognition in Zoro: this must be Arlong.

“It is magic!” Nojiko insisted, her voice trembling but still strong. Her cheeks puffed with anger and she stamped her foot. “I saw her pull the tangerines from the tree in our house! Even though it looks weak, it still bears fruit because Bellemere promised to always provide for us!”

Her voice cracked, but her stance didn’t waver. Zoro felt a surge of admiration for the girl’s courage. She was clearly terrified, but she refused to back down.

Arlong’s mocking grin had twisted into something colder, more dangerous.

“The dead cannot provide when they are gone.” the Fishman said flatly, his tone cutting through the cold air like a freshly sharpened blade. The words were aimed at Nojiko, but Zoro felt the sting of them as well. He shifted uncomfortably, Kuina’s sword suddenly feeling heavier at his side.

“She could barely provide for you while she was living,” Arlong continued. “That’s why your sister had to resort to stealing.”

Nojiko squared her shoulders, her defiance unwavering. “You’re a liar!” she shouted. “Nami doesn’t steal, and Bellemere has always-”

SMACK!

The sound of the slap echoed like a whip.

Nojiko crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain, clutching her cheek where the red welt in the shape of Arlong’s hand was already blooming.

Zoro’s vision blurred with anger. Everything moved too quickly. Nami angrily rushed forward with a raised fist, only to be stopped and held back by Genzo, who whispered urgent pleas for her to stay calm. Zoro surged to his feet, ready to intervene, but when he glanced to his side, the spot where Nika had been was already empty.

SPLAT!

The stench of rotten vegetables filled the air, sour and pungent. Zoro snapped his head toward the sound, just in time to see the blackened remains of a rotting potato sliding down Arlong’s face.

The Fishman’s mocking grin was gone, replaced with a mask of shock and fury. His fierce glare turned toward the doorway, and Zoro followed his gaze.

Nika stood there, the bowl of rotting vegetables from the table was clutched in his hands. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch under the weight of Arlong’s wrath. His usual carefree demeanor had been stripped away, replaced by a stillness so controlled, so calculated, it sent a shiver down Zoro’s spine.

“You’re either crazy or incredibly stupid for pulling a stunt like that.” Arlong growled, his voice dripping with venom. He stood to his full height, towering over everyone on the street. The air seemed to shift, heavier now, as he wiped the slimy remnants of the spud from his face with a slow swipe of his webbed hand.

“I don’t like seeing my friends being hurt by jerks like you.” Nika replied. The simplicity of his words belied the steel in his tone, but Zoro could feel the true passion behind them. It wasn’t a boast, it wasn’t even a threat, the God was only stating a fact.

Arlong's snarl deepened, his lips peeling back to reveal his jagged, shark-like teeth. The sound was guttural, primal, sending a ripple of unease through even his own men. He stepped over Nojiko, his eyes locked on Nika like a predator zeroing in on its prey.

“I've killed runts like you for less.” Arlong hissed.

The threat against Nika was the last straw. Zoro's anger ignited, burning so hot and bitter that he could taste the hatred upon his tongue, causing it to curl against the back of his teeth. This monster hurt Nojiko, a defenseless child! He had already ripped away a mother from this family, but planned on damaging it further by taking Nami away… and now he dared to threaten Nika?! He couldn’t wait any longer.

Without further hesitation, Zoro stepped out from the shadows until he stood shoulder to shoulder with Nika, his hand resting on the hilt of Wado lchimonji. He was so close to the God that he could feel the warmth radiating off Nika’s body. Zoro’s focus narrowed as his gaze met Arlong's.

For a moment, Arlong's fury faltered. His eyes widened, betraying a flicker of surprise. They darted to the sword at Zoro's hip, lingering as though he could feel the deadly intent it carried. But the moment passed, and Arlong's sneer returned, his confidence as arrogant as ever.

"Well, well,"' Arlong drawled, his voice mocking, though there was a sharper edge to it now. "Looks like the little runt's got himself a bodyguard.” Another wave of laughter erupted from Arlong's crew. Arlong looked Zoro up and down before continuing, “Too bad for you… I've killed better swordsmen than you without breaking a sweat."

Zoro's lips curled into a grimace. He highly doubted the Fishman had ever met a swordsman as powerful as himself. Zoro’s thumb flicked against Wado's hilt. The blade slid a fraction out of its sheath, the gleaming steel catching the dim moonlight. The simple motion was enough to silence the murmurs and laughter among Arlong's crew.

As the crew's attention wavered, Nami moved. Quick as a shadow, she darted forward, gathering a trembling Nojiko into her arms. Her movements were frantic as she carried her sister toward the safety of the house. Zoro caught the worry etched into her features, her eyes flickering between him and Nika as though she couldn't decide whether to trust them or fear for what their defiance might bring down on her family.

Zoro glanced at Nika, but the God's eyes never left Arlong. His expression was as steady as the rhythmic beat of a drum, a calm that was so unnerving it was almost frightening.

"Zoro..." Nika's voice was low but commanding, breaking the silence without shattering the tension. He didn't even look at him as he spoke. "Stay out of this. This is my fight, so I’ll handle him. One-on-one."

Zoro's frown deepened. Every fiber of his being screamed to fight alongside Nika, to make Arlong pay for what he’d done to Nami, Nojiko, and the village. But he knew better than to interfere in a God's judgment. Still, his eyes scanned the rest of Arlong's crew. They weren't just watching, they were moving. Their hands shifted to their weapons, their stances tense. It was clear they had no intention of letting this remain a one-on-one fight. Nika couldn’t fight all of them without revealing his Celestial identity.

"What about them?" Zoro asked, nodding his head towards the crew. "Are they fair game?"

Nika nodded. "Only if they interfere."

That was all Zoro needed. His grip on Wado tightened, his sharp gaze locking onto the Fishmen scattered around the scene. His blood thrummed with anticipation, the promise of battle igniting something primal within him. If these bastards made the mistake of stepping in, he was more than ready to make them regret it.

“You really think you can beat me?” Arlong chuckled, the deep sound oozing disbelief as he cracked his knuckles.

Nika let the bowl of rotted vegetables fall to the ground with a clatter as he stepped forward, unbothered by the towering Fishman. Zoro's sharp ears caught the faint hiss of snow melting beneath the God's sandals, though no one else seemed to notice. Their attention was fixed on the bold sight of someone so much smaller and leaner than Arlong standing toe-to-toe with him.

“I can." Nika said simply, his voice unwavering. He stopped just short of Arlong, his eyes burning with determination. Planting his feet wide in a fighting stance, fists clenched, he raised his voice so it carried over the stunned silence. "And when I'm done kicking your ass, you're gonna give Nami her orchard back! And you're gonna let the mayor feed everyone the good food you've been hoarding!"

Nika’s proclamation only further aggravated the Fishmen.

Arlong's sneer twisted into a furious snarl. He'd heard enough. With a guttural growl, he lunged, his razor-sharp teeth aimed for Nika's throat. But Nika was faster. Just as Arlong's jaws snapped shut, the God dodged the attack, his body twisting gracefully out of the way. The Fishman's teeth clamped down on nothing but air, leaving him momentarily disoriented. In that instant, Nika's fist came crashing down on Arlong's head with a force that echoed through the street.

Zoro's attention snapped to movement behind Nika. Two Fishmen, blades drawn, charged forward with their swords aimed at Nika's unprotected back. Without a second thought, Zoro was there, Wado drawn and flashing in the faint light. The clash of steel rang out as Zoro blocked both swords with a single strike.

"Attacking someone from behind?" Zoro seethed, his voice low and furious. His glare bore into the two Fishmen, who faltered under his deadly focus. "That's pretty damn cowardly.”

With a flick of his wrist, Zoro disarmed them both, their swords spinning into the air before clattering uselessly to the ground on either side of him. The Fishmen scrambled back, wide-eyed with terror, but their retreat only spurred others to charge in. Zoro's gaze flicked down to the discarded blades. They were decent enough weapons, their edges sharp and well-maintained. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. It had been a while since he'd wielded three swords.

Gripping one blade in each hand, he turned Wado sideways, bringing the hilt to his mouth. His teeth bit down, the familiar cloth-wrapped handle scratching against his tongue. With Wado clenched securely between his teeth and the other swords ready in his hands, Zoro lunged forward to meet the oncoming Fishmen.

The force of his strike sent several flying, their bodies hitting the ground with heavy smacks. The rest tried to surround him, but Zoro was too fast, his movements a blur as he parried, countered, and struck with precision.

"WOAH!!! You fight with three swords?!"

The shout cut through the chaos, catching Zoro off guard. His eyes widened briefly in surprise when he realized it was Nika's voice. Zoro kept moving, dodging and blocking as the Fishmen came at him in waves, but he chanced a glance toward the God.

Nika's eyes, now back to a warm brown, shimmered with unrestrained awe. He dodged Arlong's attacks with instinctive grace, his body weaving and twisting as though he were one with the wind. Every swipe of Arlong's claws, every bone-rattling bite, missed by mere inches.

The God's expression was filled with wonder, as though seeing Zoro in action had unveiled something new, something unexpected about the swordsman to him. Zoro didn't let himself linger on the thought, but his chest felt a strange warmth at that look.

"Focus!" Zoro barked, his words slightly muffled by Wado's hilt clamped between his teeth. He swung his blade in a sharp arc, slicing through another Fishman’s weapon and sending its owner sprawling to the ground. The adrenaline coursing through him sharpened his movements, but he couldn’t shake the warmth bubbling within him.

Nika’s laughter rang out, light and carefree, cutting through the chaos of battle like sunlight piercing through storm clouds. Sunlight that had been missing from Zoro’s life for far too long.

"I am focused! You're just really cool!" Nika called back, his voice brimming with unrestrained admiration.

Zoro shook his head in disbelief.

“Idiot…” Zoro muttered, but his lips twitched upward despite himself. He didn’t want to be charmed by the God’s energy, didn’t want to let the fight become something more than survival, but it was impossible not to feel it. The sheer vitality Nika exuded made Zoro’s blood hum, the inner child within him awakening to greedily drink in the thrill of the battle.

The clang of metal, the sharp tang of sweat and snow in the air, the familiar taste of Wado's hilt on his tongue. Everything was sharper, more vivid. With Nika at his side, it felt as though he’d been swept into a world far brighter than the one he usually inhabited.

They fell into an unspoken rhythm, moving back-to-back as if they’d trained together for years. Zoro could feel Nika’s presence behind him, a warmth that grounded him while simultaneously igniting something wild in his chest. The synchronicity of their movements felt effortless, like a perfectly choreographed dance.

Each step, each swing of his blade, brought back memories of sparring with Kuina in the dojo. Those moments of pure focus and joy, where the world narrowed to the fight and nothing else mattered. He hadn’t felt this alive in years.

Soon, the battle began to shift in their favor. Arlong, who had been so confident, now showed signs of strain. His chest heaved with every breath, icy mist puffing from his lips in uneven bursts. His movements were slower, his strikes less precise.

However, Nika seemed tireless. Energy radiated from him, his excitement building with every successful dodge and counterattack. Zoro caught a glimpse of the God’s expression: wild, exhilarated, with his eyes flashing that fiery red once more.

With a wicked grin, Nika launched himself at Arlong, his fist colliding with the Fishman’s chin in a devastating uppercut. The force of the blow sent Arlong hurtling backward, his massive frame crashing into the ground with a tremor that shook the street.

Silence fell, broken only by the sound of labored breathing and the faint rustle of snow falling from nearby rooftops. Arlong lay motionless, his imposing form sprawled out and utterly defeated.

The remaining Fishmen froze, their weapons lowered as they exchanged uncertain glances. When Nika turned his gaze on them, they flinched, his presence now commanding their complete attention.

“I want all of you to leave this village!” Nika ordered, his voice steady and resolute. “Take Saw-Nosed guy with you, and tell him he’s never allowed back here. Ever!”

The Fishmen hesitated, as if considering fighting Nika themselves, but the sight of Nika’s fiery determination (and the unconscious Arlong) left them no choice. They scrambled to gather their leader, dragging his limp body away as quickly as they could.

Zoro lowered his blades, watching them retreat. His heart still pounded in his chest, the fire that Nika had ignited within him refusing to dim. The heat of adrenaline coursed through his veins, yet his mind was surprisingly calm, the chaotic energy of the fight giving way to clarity.

He turned his attention to Nika, who stood tall despite the cold, his figure almost glowing with quiet triumph. Even in his human form, Nika’s presence felt godlike.

Zoro now realized how deliberately Nika had held back during the fight. The God could have ended it in an instant, revealing his true form and obliterating Arlong and his entire crew. Instead, Nika had chosen restraint, fighting as though he were just another man.

It was a clever move. By keeping his godly powers concealed, Nika allowed the people of Cocoyasi to see him as one of their own: an ordinary human who’d stepped in to help. It wasn’t just strength that made Nika impressive, it was the way he used it, the way he understood what people needed to believe in.

“Not bad.” Zoro muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Nika turned, his wide grin returning, all warmth and light. “Thanks! Zoro was amazing too!”

Zoro rolled his eyes, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just make sure they don’t come back.”

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The villagers had gathered at Nami’s home, her rightful home, near the tangerine orchards. Although the air was heavy with the lingering chill of winter, it now seemed to carry a new warmth, and Zoro had a mild suspicion that it may have been caused by Nika secretly blessing the orchard. An unusual but welcomed warmth radiating off the trees where the villagers gathered. Many had come to catch a glimpse of their savior. Upon meeting ‘Luffy’ and seeing his endless energy, the fear that once clouded their faces had been replaced with tentative hope. News had spread quickly that food rations would be distributed more fairly now, and though the winter was far from over, the villagers stood a little taller.

“Thank you. Thank you!” Genzo’s voice trembled with emotion as he shook Nika’s hand fervently. The newly reinstated mayor’s gratitude seemed boundless. “You’ve saved us. Saved our village! Please, is there anything else we can do to repay you?”

Nika’s face lit up, his grin as bright as the sun. “Nah, the food and supplies are plenty! But…” He glanced past Genzo to where Nami and Nojiko were packing bags near the porch. “I won’t say no to more meat if you’ve got any!”

Zoro, seated on the porch steps, suppressed a laugh and turned his attention back to his swords. Wado gleamed in the muted light, polished to perfection. The other two blades he’d picked up during the battle rested beside him, sheathed and ready. They weren’t Wado’s equal, but they were solid enough, and the fact that Genzo had found proper sheaths for them meant Zoro could carry all three comfortably.

The sound of Nika’s laughter and animated chatter filled the air. Zoro couldn’t help but glance up occasionally, watching as Nika moved effortlessly among the villagers, as though he’d always been a part of their lives. His energy was infectious, his presence magnetic, drawing smiles from faces that had long forgotten how to wear them.

“Here.”

Zoro’s quiet observation was interrupted by a rolled-up paper being shoved into his face. He leaned back slightly, fixing a glare on the culprit.

Nami stood there with Zoro’s fully packed bag slung over one shoulder, her expression far more mischievous and playful than when they had first met. She waved the paper in front of him like it was a treasure.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Zoro asked, taking the paper reluctantly.

“Open it, obviously!” Nami huffed, rolling her eyes as she plopped down beside him on the steps. She placed Zoro’s bag on the ground before crossing her legs, one foot bouncing impatiently.

Zoro’s brow twitched, irritation flaring at her tone, but he unrolled the paper anyway. The material crinkled as it unfurled, revealing a beautifully drawn map. His gaze lingered on the intricate lines and markings before shifting back to Nami, who was watching him with an expectant smile.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he repeated, his tone flat.

Her smile vanished, replaced by an angry scowl. Before Zoro could react, her fist connected with the back of his head.

“It’s a map, you idiot! Don’t you know how to use one?!” Nami’s voice rose in frustration.

Zoro rubbed the sore spot, muttering under his breath about violent women, but any retort was cut short by Nika’s excited voice.

“We got a map?!”

Both Zoro and Nami turned as Nika bounded toward them, his excitement as infectious as ever. Nojiko followed close behind, carrying his bag with an amused smile. Nika ignored Zoro’s grumbling entirely and crouched beside him, his eyes fixed on the unfurled map.

“Awesome!” Nika’s eyes sparkled as he studied the map, clearly impressed.

Nami’s smug smile returned as she crossed her arms, satisfied that her gift was properly appreciated now.

“Arlong had been after my maps for ages,” she explained, her tone softening. “He’d taken so much from us… I couldn’t bear to let him take these too.” She paused, glancing between Zoro and Nika. “I know you’re heading to Ohara, so I thought this map might help.”

Zoro glanced down at the map again, this time with a hint of respect. The craftsmanship was undeniable, and the thought behind the gift wasn’t lost on him.

Nami leaned over and pointed to a spot on the map. “There’s a fishing town about two days’ walk from here.” she continued. “I doubt either of you thought about getting a boat, but you’re going to need one to reach the destroyed island.”

Zoro and Nika exchanged a wide-eyed look. The realization hit both of them at the same time. Of course they’d need a boat. Why hadn’t either of them thought of that?

“Thanks!” Nika said, taking the map from Zoro with a grin and then accepting his bag from Nojiko. He turned to the older girl with a grateful smile. “And thanks for all the yummy food you packed for us!”

“We’re happy to share, especially with someone who’s done so much to help us.” Nojiko replied warmly.

Zoro and Nami both rose from the porch. To his surprise, Nami stepped forward and gave Zoro a quick hug. It wasn’t something he’d expected, but he patted her back awkwardly before she pulled away and moved to hug Nika.

“You both stay safe in your travels.” Nami said, holding the God tightly before letting go.

Nika beamed as he stepped back.

“I’ve got Zoro with me. Of course I’ll be safe!” Nika declared cheerfully. The comment made Zoro’s heart skip a beat, though he quickly suppressed the feeling, focusing instead on the way Nika continued with that easy, warm confidence, “You all be sure to take care of each other until the sun comes back.”

“We will… Nika.” Nami replied softly.

Zoro froze, and so did Nika. The way she said his name, so quietly, so full of reverence, made it almost feel like a secret slipping into the air. Zoro glanced at her, half-wondering if he’d imagined it, but the look on her face confirmed otherwise. Nami was gazing at Nika with a softer smile than Zoro had ever seen from her, a look filled with respect and gratitude.

Nika blinked, wide-eyed, before his grin stretched even wider. He waved enthusiastically, his energy almost childlike as he called out a final goodbye.

As they set off down the road, Zoro noticed the spring in Nika’s step. It wasn’t subtle. He practically bounced as they walked. 

Zoro smiled at the God. “You’re in a good mood.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Nika shot back, his tone brighter than the moonlit sky above. “I’ve got a map, good food, and an awesome swordsman like Zoro watching my back!”

Zoro rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the warmth that flooded into his heart. 

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Two birds chirped merrily in the frosty air, nestled close on a vibrant tree branch. Its bark, once lifeless, now pulsed with vitality thanks to Nika’s blessed touch. Their harmonious melody danced through the stillness of the winter morning, a fragile thread of life woven into the frozen landscape.

CRACK!

The song was severed, as sudden and brutal as the shattering branch. The birds fell, their tiny forms crumpled against the pristine snow, their joyful chorus silenced forever.

A figure stood over the broken branch, then picked up the splintered wood. His presence seemed to drain the air of its warmth, leaving a void where life had dared to bloom. He studied the fragment of the blessed tree with a detached curiosity, his gaze colder than the surrounding frost.

He turned the branch over in his hand, as if searching for something unseen. Slowly, deliberately, he let it fall to the ground, where it joined the birds in quiet finality.

The figure’s shadow stretched unnaturally long against the snow, a predator’s silhouette cast over the lifeless scene. Without a word, he moved on, leaving behind the hollow remnants of what had once been touched by the light.

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Eclipsed Ch4 Sneak Peek

[AO3 Link]

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

This a peek at the rough draft for my next chapter. Links to the previous chapters can be found on the Masterpost link below.

[My OP Story Masterpost]

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"NAMI, WAKE UP!!!"

Nojiko's loud cry jolted Zoro from his deep slumber. In a hasty attempt to get up, Zoro tumbled off the bed with a resounding thud. Nami's hurried footsteps echoed from the other room as she rushed to the main living area. Despite his urgency, Zoro's feet became entangled in the blankets. As he struggled to free himself, he noticed Nika leisurely observing from the bed, laughing at the scene before him. The God seemed completely unfazed by Nojiko's cry, and was even casually kicking his feet behind him.

Seeing Nika's calm demeanor reassured Zoro. If it were a serious situation, Nika would have already taken action.

"Oi, you could lend a hand instead of just lying there and laughing." Zoro scolded, though his tone lacked any real bite.

"Nah, I already know Zoro's got it covered." Nika beamed, flashing his teeth with his usual carefree grin. Zoro silently cursed the way that damn smile made his heart flutter.

Leaning against the wooden bedframe, Zoro refocused on untangling himself from the sheets, giving them a firm tug. In the background, the excited voices from the next room became more audible.

"I assume you know what that’s about?" Zoro inquired, finally kicking his legs free from the sheets.

The corner of Nika's eyes crinkled as his playful smile stretched wider.

"Maaaaybe." Nika responded with a playful tone. Zoro shooed the God off the bed, intent on making it properly. Once dressed, he headed out the door, and Nika happily trailed behind.

"Zoro! Luffy! Come see! The tree grew again!" Nojiko greeted them excitedly as they emerged from Nami's bedroom.

Zoro's gaze shifted to the corner where the tree stood. Yesterday, it clung to life, its branches struggling to survive. Today, a vibrant transformation had occurred – the tree now thrived, adorned with lush greenery and an abundance of orange tangerines. Zoro shot a sidelong glance at Nika, who, with a gleeful expression, pretended to be taken aback.

"Wow, that magic tree is something special, growing overnight like this." Nika chimed in response to Nojiko's excitement.

Nami knelt beside the tree, wearing an expression of utter bewilderment. Her scrutiny of the tree seemed like a quest for an explanation for its sudden resurgence. Meanwhile, Nojiko's boundless enthusiasm erupted in jumps and excited chatter of what they could make with the tangerines, and Nika, equally thrilled by the prospect of more food, joined the sisters, attentively listening to Nojiko's ideas. For the first time since their encounter, a genuine smile graced Nami's face.

The heartening scene brought a smile to Zoro's face. He couldn’t help but be captivated by how Nika effortlessly infused joy into the lives of those who needed it most.

As the excitement subsided, Nami, caught up in the spirit of celebration, decided on crafting a special tangerine cake. While expertly blending flour, sugar, and tangerine juice, her focus shifted from the culinary task at hand to a newfound curiosity about Zoro and 'Luffy.'

"I never asked, what brings you both to Cocoyasi Village?" Nami inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"We're heading to Ohara!" Nika exclaimed before Zoro could interject.

Zoro, sitting with his arms crossed, just leaned back, resigned to Nika’s unrestrained enthusiasm. Well, no point in stopping the God from speaking about their quest now.

"Ohara?" Nami's eyes widened. "What in the world would bring you there?"

"We're gonna bring back the Sun." Nika replied candidly. His honest response elicited an incredulous laugh from Nami.

"And how exactly will visiting Ohara bring Nika back?" Nami inquired skeptically.

"We'll find out when we get there." Nika replied with unshakable confidence.

Nami cast a doubtful glance at Zoro, silently seeking his opinion on the matter.

"Luffy's right," Zoro affirmed, matching Nika's unwavering resolve. "Once we uncover the truth of what happened, Nika will come back."

Nami continued to scrutinize the two, glancing back and forth between them.

"That's so brave of you." Nojiko chimed in happily. "How long have you been on your journey?"

"We started yesterday." Nika beamed, causing Nojiko's smile to falter slightly.

"Y-you've only just begun your journey?" Nojiko questioned, her surprise evident. Even Nami looked confused.

"The Sun has been gone for months. Why suddenly start your journey now?" Nami added her own question with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't have Zoro until now," Nika replied with a casual shrug. "I've been trying to get to Ohara for a while, but people haven't been very friendly or helpful. I kept getting chased out of towns, and sometimes I even had to hide. But Zoro still believes in Nika. I've felt a lot safer traveling with him."

Zoro remained motionless, absorbing Nika's words. It was the first time he learned about Nika's struggles in the mortal realm, mirroring his own experiences. While it wasn't surprising to hear that the God faced cruelty in his attempts to reach Ohara, it struck a chord with Zoro that Nika felt safe with him. Pride swelled within him, filling his chest almost unbearably.

"Huh... with how close you two are, I assumed you had known each other for much longer," Nami noted, pouring the batter into a pan before placing it into the oven. "A lot of folks around here don't care to hear about Nika, so I can only imagine the trouble you've run into at other towns."

Zoro keenly observed how Nika began to fidget uncomfortably at Nami's statement. It reminded the swordsman of how the God acted at the tavern when others were speaking badly about him. Despite Nika's continued smile, it was now faltering. Zoro's frown deepened, and a subtle protectiveness over Nika surfaced within him. Understanding the difficulty of traveling through a realm where you were hated, Zoro couldn't help but feel saddened by Nika's struggles. No wonder he clung so eagerly to Zoro.

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Eclipsed - Chapter 3

A ZuLu/LuZo (AU Nika Sun God)

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“Your system is a real headache, you know that?” Zoro remarked as they trudged through the freshly fallen snow. The weather had grown surprisingly still, but Zoro preferred it that way. No harsh winds bit at his skin.

“Eh, you get used to it after a few centuries.” Nika beamed happily in his human form.

The God had been explaining the complexities of the Celestial Court system to Zoro, who was still in disbelief that their mishandling of the situation would lead to a Sunless world. The two walked side by side with the Moon and starlit sky providing light, leading them forward like an arrow, as they journeyed towards a nearby town, hoping to gather some supplies for their journey to Ohara’s ruins.

“Let me get this straight. The entire court has to agree to decide your fate?” Zoro asked, a skeptical look on his face.

Nika let out a bored exasperated sigh. The God had already tried explaining things twice to Zoro now, but the swordsman wasn’t fully grasping the way Gods worked through crimes and disputes in their world. In his defense, Nika seemed to explain things in the most simplistic manner, neglecting to elaborate on the finer details. Usually, Zoro liked simplicity, but now that he felt duty-bound to Nika, he believed it was his job to retain as many details of Nika’s situation as possible.

“The Elders decide everything. It’s like a tiered thing. They make all the tough choices, but Advisors have a say. My brother Sabo is one of those advisors.” Nika explained. Zoro's eyes widened at this new revelation.

“Sabo the God of Wisdom is your brother?” Zoro asked, genuinely surprised. It astonished Zoro to learn that the God with a strong connection to Ohara was Nika’s brother.

“Yup! Since he's an Advisor and Ohara was his domain, you know… with his Temple of Knowledge being there and all, he carried a lot of influence on prolonging the court from reaching a verdict.” Nika explained. The God’s eyes wandered around, showing less commitment to the conversation and more interest in the world around him. Nika’s eyes widened as they approached a low-hanging tree branch, reaching towards it as if wanting to climb.

“Was anyone else on your side?” Zoro inquired, tugging at Nika’s sleeve to keep him close. This effectively brought Nika’s attention back to their conversation.

Nika pouted at being thwarted in his tree-climbing aspirations, but he indulged Zoro’s questioning.

“Not really. Some opted to stay neutral, especially the Gods preparing me for Ascension.” Nika answered.

The new term ‘Ascension’ puzzled Zoro, and while the swordsman was trying to make sense of it, Nika seized the chance to resume climbing the tree. This time, Zoro didn’t bother stopping him.

“Ascension? What’s that?” Zoro asked, watching as the God ascended to the next branch, a wide, goofy grin lighting up his face.

“Ascension is when you climb to the next tier!” Nika called from above.

Zoro's jaw dropped.

“Wait, are you saying you were being prepared to become an Advisor?!” Zoro exclaimed in disbelief.

Nika paused mid-reach for another branch, grinning down at Zoro with infectious enthusiasm.

“Yup!”

Zoro continued to gaze up, jaw hanging open in disbelief. He believed in Nika’s goodness toward mankind, but the idea of someone with such a short attention span in a role that holds weight between two realms was downright bewildering.

Nika, seemingly content on the high branch he was now sitting on, started inching his way across it. Zoro sidestepped to avoid the snow Nika was casually pushing off the tree.

“Titles and stuff like that never really interested me. Sabo was the one excited about my Ascension. Ace was kinda bummed ‘cause it meant less time hanging out.” Nika called down, his tone as carefree as ever.

Finally overcoming his shock, Zoro crossed his arms for warmth. The absence of Nika by his side allowed the cold to creep in again.

“Who's Ace, and can you get down here already? We're supposed to be in a hurry!” Zoro scolded the God for his playful tree-climbing antics.

“Hold on a sec!” Nika's whiny voice echoed down to Zoro.

Zoro frowned disapprovingly. Perhaps this was why the God needed him. Nika's carefree nature led him to distractions, and Zoro realized he needed to be stern if they were to focus on more critical matters. As he prepared to shout at Nika to climb down or face Zoro dragging him out of the tree himself, something caught his attention.

Nika reached toward a quivering mass of snow on the branch. His hand rested gently on the trembling mound and, as light emanated, the snow melted away revealing two shivering birds. The branch, blessed by Nika's touch, began to sprout leaves, and the once-trembling birds now found peace.

Zoro stared up in amazement. He had just witnessed a blessing akin to what Kuina had described. Not only that, but Nika had somehow noticed the struggling creatures while Zoro had completely overlooked them until the God was right beside them.

Satisfied with his work, Nika swung a leg over the branch, dismounting with carefree abandon. Panic flashed through Zoro for a fleeting moment, but he instinctively rushed forward, arms extended, to catch the descending God. Nika landed in Zoro's arms with a weight that knocked the breath out of him.

"That should keep them and their eggs warm." Nika declared with his radiant smile, dangerously close to Zoro's face. The comforting warmth surrounding the God seemed to intensify, and Zoro could feel his heart pounding in his ears, a warmth creeping up his neck in a telltale blush. Unaware of Zoro's reaction, Nika continued their conversation without missing a beat. "Ace is the God of Harvest. He's the one who taught me how to use the heat of my powers to help plant life grow."

Nika shifted his weight, smoothly slipping out of Zoro's arms, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Zoro remained frozen, his mind struggling to process the conflicting thoughts and feelings stirred by Nika. One moment, he was questioning the God's ability to handle important matters, and the next, Nika surprised him with his gentle nature and keen perception of the world around them.

"Didn't Zoro say we were in a hurry?" Nika's voice pulled Zoro from his contemplation. The God stood with hands on hips, a hint of impatience in his posture, waiting for Zoro to resume their journey.

Zoro quickly followed after Nika, keen on steering the conversation back.

"Why wouldn't you get to spend as much time with Ace?" Zoro prodded.

"Well, we're both Liaisons of the Mortal Realm. We report on humanity's progress and struggles since we travel the most between both realms," Nika explained with a grin. "If I become an Advisor, then I'd have to spend most of my time in the Celestial Realm. It'd be nice 'cause I'd get to spend more time with Sabo, but also really boring 'cause outside of their duties, all they do is sit around and talk. I had to sit through one of the meetings, and most of them were just bragging about all the stuff they do."

Zoro tried to maintain his usual stoic expression, but a subtle smile betrayed his amusement.

"That doesn't sound like any fun at all." Zoro remarked. Nika's eyes gleamed with happiness at Zoro's comment, pleased that the swordsman understood.

"Zoro gets it!"

This time, Zoro didn't even bother holding back the laugh that burst out. The God was just too pure. How could anyone think he was responsible for the crimes he was accused of?

"Hey look! A village!" Nika pointed out. Before Zoro could comment, Nika grabbed hold of the swordsman's forearm and eagerly pulled him toward the village with surprising strength, letting out an excited laugh as they approached.

Stone and wooden buildings closed in on all sides, casting eerie shadows from the starlit sky that made the narrow pathway feel a little colder. Zoro stepped closer to Nika.

"Zoro sure does like to stay close to me." Nika noted aloud with a smile.

"I-I... sorry- it's just..." Zoro began to stammer while attempting to take a step back.

"It's okay." Nika's grip on Zoro tightened, and he pulled the swordsman closer, hooking their arms together. "It's 'cause I'm warm, right? I get that a lot nowadays."

Zoro fought to conceal his blush. It was nice the God was so considerate to want to keep him warm, but the close contact stirred those same confusing feelings within him once again.

By now, the two had emerged from the narrow path, reaching a wide-open village square. Some folks immediately turned away from the newcomers, casting suspicious looks their way. Zoro took a deep breath and stared ahead, avoiding the odd glances cast their way. Nika didn’t seem to notice them at all. His eyes gleamed with curiosity at a food stall across from them.

"Zoro needs food, right?" Although Nika's comment sounded like a question, his tone made it clear he considered it a statement. Without waiting for Zoro's response, Nika energetically pulled the swordsman along, oblivious to the line of people patiently waiting their turn.

Zoro found himself apologizing to the folks at the front of the line, who were understandably annoyed by Nika's apparent rudeness.

“Ni-Luffy,” Zoro corrected himself, using the God's preferred human name in public. “People are waiting. You can't just cut ahead of them.”

“Blech!” Nika stuck his tongue out in disgust at the food. Zoro was about to scold the God again for his rude commentary on the food but paused when he noticed that all of the food on display showed signs of spoilage.

“This is the distribution stand for the people who live in Cocoyasi Village. Outsiders wanting food must pay for what little we have.” the shopkeeper informed the two, pointing to a sign displaying an astronomical price that made Zoro frown.

“That's a ridiculous amount for spoiled food.” Zoro crinkled his nose in disgust.

“These are hard times, and beggars can’t exactly be choosers now, can they?” The shopkeeper said with a shrug.

“Ugh. No wonder everyone looks so unhappy.” Nika's expression of disgust mirrored Zoro’s. “The food you have is terrible.”

The shopkeeper's jaw dropped in offense.

“That is incredibly rude! Mayor Arlong does the best he can to handle the food situation.” the shopkeeper argued. “If you’re just going to turn your noses up at what we have, then I suggest you both leave.”

Zoro silently led Nika away from the shopkeeper. Though he shared Nika's sentiment, he understood the importance of being discreet about such critiques. Once at a distance, Zoro lowered his voice so only Nika could hear.

“Can't you do something about the food at the stand?” Zoro inquired.

“I can’t salvage spoiled food.” Nika replied with a slight frown. “Ace could, but my powers can only help things grow.”

Zoro's frown deepened. The idea of villagers having only spoiled food troubled him, especially when many other places faced challenges like unripe crops or food shortages in the cold temperatures. Why were these people left with only rotten provisions?

Lost in thought, Zoro didn't realize Nika was guiding him through the village, the God's large brown eyes scanning their surroundings. The two turned a corner, and before they knew it, they collided with another villager, sending all three crashing into the snowy ground.

“Fuck!” The newcomer cursed, hastily reclaiming a handful of fresh tangerines that spilled from her bag.

“Where did you-“

Before Zoro could complete his question, the young redhead darted away. Adding to the disorienting turn of events, Nika seized Zoro's coat collar and took off after the speedy woman. Zoro, not fully on his feet, was dragged by the God, his heels carving long lines in the snow.

“Oi! At least let me stand first!!!” Zoro wrestled against Nika's strong grip, his feet floundering as he attempted to gain traction on the slippery icy ground and stand upright.

“No time! She’s fast!” Nika countered.

“Maybe we'd be faster if you weren’t dragging me!” Zoro fumed. Nika shot a mischievous glance over his shoulder, a look that immediately made the swordsman regret his comment.

“Good point!” Without losing his stride, Nika released his hold on Zoro, who face-planted into the cold snow.

Zoro clenched his fists, irritated at being handled like a rag doll. Lifting his snow-covered face, he glared at Nika, who was still chasing after the redhead.

“LUFFY!” Zoro swiftly rose to his feet and chased after the God.

Zoro dashed through the snowy village, his breath visible in the chilly air. By the time he caught up with Nika, the swordsman noticed two stern-looking men in official attire also on their tails.

"Luffy, I think those guys are after her too." Zoro alerted as he closed the gap between them.

Without missing a beat, Nika sped up. They were now close enough that Nika was able to grab the woman and pulled her into a narrow alley between buildings. Zoro followed behind. The three of them pressed against the cold stone walls, concealed in the shadows.

“You stole food?!” Zoro accused the young woman, knowing that would be the only reason why those men would be chasing her.

“That’s none of your business.” She angrily whispered back in defiance.

Zoro opened his mouth to argue that point since the rest of the village only has rotten food to eat but he was prevented from voicing his opinion when the woman shoved her gloved hand over his mouth.

“SHH!!!” The swordsman shot her a glare but remained quiet. The three stayed crouched in their hiding place. The stern looking men hurried past the entrance of the alley, their eyes scanning the area. The tense moments passed slowly until the officials moved on, their hurried footsteps fading in the distance.

Once the coast was clear, the woman relinquished her hold on Zoro. Casting him a glare.

“I don’t expect an outsider like you to understand. So why don’t you and your hyperactive moron get lost?” She advised.

Anger surged within Zoro at the way the woman insulted Nika, but to his surprise, the God chuckled at the comment, earning puzzled looks from both Zoro and the red-headed woman.

“That was kinda fun.” Nika commented nonchalantly, leaning towards the woman and attempting to peek inside her bag. “So, where did you get the good food from?”

The woman slapped his hand away and clutched her bag protectively.

“What part of 'none of your business' do you not get?!” she snapped in irritation.

“Well, it kind of is since no one else seems to get good food like this.” Nika wore a genuinely confused expression as he questioned the woman. “Shouldn’t everyone know where to get food that isn’t rotten?”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“If I tell you where to get food, will you leave me alone?!”

“Nope!” Nika replied cheerfully, seemingly unfazed by her irritation.

Zoro's frown deepened. He couldn't quite comprehend why Nika had taken such an interest in this woman. They had more crucial matters to attend to, like reaching Ohara. Yet, a thought occurred to him; Nika's keen perception seemed to reveal hidden nuances. Maybe there was more to this situation than met the eye?

“You’re not going to change my friend’s mind on the matter.” Zoro calmly advised the young woman. She redirected her fiery gaze toward him, but Zoro remained stoic. “He can be very insistent.”

Nika’s eyes brightened in appreciation at Zoro’s comment. In a way, the swordsman had just voiced his trust and loyalty to go along with Nika’s actions.

The woman fell silent, her lips pursed angrily. Her eyes scrutinized both Nika and Zoro, assessing them for potential dangers. Realizing it might be less troublesome to have the two join her, she let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine, but we aren’t staying here. Follow me and don’t draw attention.” she instructed, peering to ensure the coast was clear before motioning for the two men to follow her.

The red-headed woman led Nika and Zoro through the village, weaving through narrow pathways and avoiding crowded areas, quickly ushering them inside when they reached her home. Zoro took in the modest surroundings of her small candlelit dwelling. A shelf adorned with books about navigation and a desk with scattered maps caught his attention, perhaps hinting that the woman had an interest in the art of sailing. In one corner, a struggling potted tree grasped for vitality, its branches looking brittle and its browning leaves looked sickly. In the center of the room was a dining table that had a pitiful bowl of rotting spuds.

Nearby, next to a steel stove, a young girl with blue hair worked diligently, placing wood into the fire. The warmth of the stove contrasted with the chilly atmosphere outside, and the cozy interior subtly spoke of a familial bond shared within the walls.

“Nami!” The child called out to the woman they now knew as Nami, rushing toward her. She paused, casting a shy glance at the two newcomers. “Oh, hi there. We have guests?”

“I’m Luffy, nice to meet ya!” Nika introduced himself to the small girl with his preferred human name, then gestured toward Zoro. “And this is Zoro.”

Zoro gave the child a brief nod in greeting.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Nojiko.” Nojiko smiled at the two before turning her attention back to Nami. “I was just melting some snow for Bellemere’s tree. I think it’s looking better.”

Nami’s gaze drifted sadly toward the struggling tree.

“I think you're right. It looks much better than yesterday.” Nami said with a soft smile. She walked over to the tree, as if observing it closely. Nami made a quick and subtle move that Zoro almost missed, her hand slipping into her bag before making an exaggerated gasping sound and reached into the tree. “Wow! You even got it to grow another tangerine! You’re doing such a great job!”

Zoro raised an eyebrow when Nami pretended to pull the fruit from the sickly plant. It was obvious that Nami had pulled out one of the stolen tangerines, but Nojiko didn’t seem to notice. The young girl's eyes shone brightly with excitement.

“I didn’t even notice it had grown!” Nojiko exclaimed, running over to Nami with a happy giggle. Nami handed her the tangerine, and with a gleeful smile, Nojiko turned her attention back to their guests. “Would you like to share?”

Nami stiffened.

“Nojiko, don’t you want to enjoy that one yourself?” Nami kindly prompted, though her smile seemed a bit strained.

Nojiko turned back quizzically.

“But I’d like to share. Momma’s tree is always growing more like magic. It would be wrong to not share a blessing with friends.” Nojiko explained her logic to Nami.

Nami shot the other two a quick sideways glare, making Zoro feel uncomfortable. He sensed he would need to step in to kindly reject the well-intentioned child’s offer.

“Thank you for your kind offer, but-”

“We love magic tangerines!” Nika beamed happily, causing Nami’s glare to intensify. Nika ignored this and walked past the two, reaching into the tree much like Nami did. This time, Nika employed his own sleight of hand. His palm emitted a soft glow that matched the candlelight. It was subtle, so Zoro doubted the other two noticed it. To Nami’s shock and Nojiko’s delight, 'Luffy' pulled out three more tangerines.

Nojiko let out a happy gasp, jumping up and down with excitement.

“That’s the most it’s grown in ages!” Nojiko cried happily.

Nami continued to stare dumbfounded at the tangerines in Nika’s hands. Zoro could almost see the cogs in her head struggling to turn up some logical explanation for what just happened.

As if snapping herself out of a trance, Nami aggressively shook her head to ground herself and addressed the others.

"Thank you, Luffy. I guess I somehow missed those." Nami said with a bit more kindness than she offered him before. "Why don’t you all sit? I'll make us some tea."

Nojiko took the tangerines from Nika and brought them over to the table, shoving the bowl of rotten spuds to the far end. She started peeling the fruit and arranging them nicely on a communal plate for them all to share. Nika and Zoro sat at the table, waiting for Nami to join them.

“So, why is all the food so bad here?” Nika asked, resting his elbow on the table and placing his chin in his hand. “That food stand guy said that the Mayor was in charge of distributing food.”

Both Nami and Nojiko’s faces darkened.

“Arlong is not our Mayor.” Nojiko said coldly. “Genzo is the one people voted for.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, as Nami finished preparing the tea and brought the steaming kettle and cups to the table.

“Genzo used to be in charge, but that was years ago,” Nami explained. “Arlong seemed to come out of nowhere and invaded Cocoyasi Village. Genzo did his best to stand up to Arlong but was severely injured in their standoff. Arlong declared himself as the new mayor and held us financially hostage with high taxes. Those who couldn’t pay, like our mother, couldn’t live here anymore.”

“He would force them to move away?” Nika asked.

Nami bit her lip, holding back tears. Her gaze drifting towards the tree in the corner.

“No, worse.” The implications of Nami’s answer hung heavily in the air. Zoro remained stoic, reflecting on the hardships Nami and her sister had to face with losing their mother so tragically. From the corner of his eye, Zoro could see that Nika was listening intently, his usually happy face now blank. Nami took a deep breath and continued. “When the Sun disappeared, things changed. Food became more valuable than money. Arlong took charge of all of the village's sources of food. He even took control of our home, our mother’s tangerine orchard. He began hoarding food for himself and those who serve under him. When the food goes bad, he gives that to the rest of us.”

Nika balled his fists in anger.

“That’s not right!” Nika said angrily. He looked at Zoro, and for the briefest moment, Zoro thought he saw Nika’s eyes flash to their original red hue before turning back to brown. “We can’t let him get away with that!”

Nojiko immediately looked distressed by Nika’s reaction.

“You can’t do anything that would make Arlong upset!” Nojiko insisted. “So many people have died trying to face him. I don’t want my new friends to die too!”

Nika looked as if he was about to argue with the child, but Zoro placed his hand on Nika’s shoulder, gripping it firmly, hoping to quell the God’s anxiousness. Nika’s gaze rose to meet Zoro’s, a determined gleam flashing within them, his large brown eyes silently urging Zoro to agree that action must be taken.

In the back of his mind, Zoro knew they shouldn’t get involved. More people outside of this one village needed Nika back. They needed the sun and the warmth and life he provided. Despite this, Zoro felt compelled to follow Nika’s wishes, as if his very soul had become tethered to the God and the merciful actions that drove him.

Zoro simply nodded, a silent pledge that he agreed and would follow Nika.

“It’s too late to be discussing matters like this.” Nami said sternly, drawing both of their attention back to her. “You shouldn’t be making Nojiko fret over such things before her bedtime.”

Nika pouted, averting his eyes to the side, avoiding eye contact as he was scolded. The four then turned their attention to the fruit and tea they were sharing.

“Do you two have a place to stay?” Nami asked between bites of her tangerine. Both Nika and Zoro shook their heads. “You can stay here until the moon rises. I’ll stay in Nojiko’s room with her, and you can sleep in mine. Just don’t touch any of my stuff.”

They soon wrapped up their meal and prepared for bed, Nika and Zoro heading into the bedroom offered to them after saying goodnight.

“I really hate that mayor guy.” Nika grumbled when they were finally alone.

“A lot of villages are going through tough times,” Zoro remarked. “I've noticed it in my travels. People have become ruthless since your light disappeared.”

“But he's been causing trouble since before the sun vanished.” Nika argued, surprising Zoro when his eyes shifted back to their natural red hue, signaling the God’s growing anger. “He hurt Nami, Nojiko, and everyone else here!”

“We’re gonna sort this out tomorrow, okay? Before we head to Ohara.” Zoro asserted, but his comment did little to quell the God’s anger.

Nika folded his arms angrily over himself, his bottom lip protruding in a pout. Searching for a way to reassure the God, Zoro reached out and ruffled Nika’s hair. The God’s eyes instantly turned back to brown, widening in surprise. He gazed upward at Zoro, his surprise quickly turned into joy, eliciting a happy flutter in the swordsman’s chest. Seeming appeased by Zoro’s gentle gesture, Nika eagerly nodded, agreeing to take care of matters in the morning. Zoro reluctantly restrained himself from ruffling Nika's hair any further and shifted his focus to preparing for bed.

Zoro settled into Nami's bed. It was a bit small but still more comfortable than sleeping outside on the snowy ground, something he had sadly grown accustomed to before meeting Nika.

The bed dipped as extra weight pulled it down. Zoro froze when he realized that Nika unexpectedly joined him, the God's warm arms wrapping around him from behind.

"I didn’t know Gods could sleep." Zoro tried to keep his voice steady, though his heart raced. He silently hoped Nika couldn't hear it.

"We don't sleep.” Nika's breath brushed the back of Zoro's neck. “I just thought Zoro would like the warmth. Helps with sleep, right?"

Zoro struggled to find the right words. He appreciated Nika's consideration, yet the closeness only intensified the confusing feelings stirring within him. With Nika's arms around him and that sturdy chest against his back, Zoro couldn't deny the ache of longing in his heart.

"Nika..." Zoro uttered cautiously, trying to find the right words to turn down the God's offer of warmth.

"Yeah?"

Zoro’s lids grew heavy as the warmth enveloped him and, for a moment, he almost believed he could smell the familiar scent of the blessed earth of Isshen Dojo. Slowly, he eased into Nika's arms, giving in to the inviting warmth they provided.

"... Thanks."

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As he dozed off, Nika's warmth seeped deep into his bones, guiding him into a peaceful sleep.

[Next Chapter]

Notes: This is up to the point I have written to. But I am still not even fully sure if I will keep chapter 3 like this. But so far I’m leaning towards it staying as is. Thank you for those who have been interested in this story so far. For those who wish to follow the story, you can find the Prologue posted to my AO3 account HERE.

The rating might change as I build more on this story.

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Eclipsed - Chapter 2

ZoLu/LuZo AU (Sun God Nika)

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Zoro released a content sigh, relishing the warmth that enveloped him as he lay on the familiar soil of Isshen Dojo’s garden. Basking in the sunlight, a smile graced the swordsman’s face. It had been so long that Zoro nearly forgot the sensation of the warm earth against his skin. Despite his closed eyes, Zoro sensed someone at his side.

“I knew I’d find you here…” Kuina’s teasing voice echoed above Zoro, prompting a subtle stir. “Come on, lazy bones. It’s time to wake up! Wake up!”

Zoro attempted to open his eyes, but found the task challenging. The warmth was too inviting, too comfortable.

“Wake up!”

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows. The voice had changed. That wasn’t Kuina’s voice…

“Do you usually sleep this loooong?!” The voice whined.

Zoro slowly blinked open his eyes. A blinding light from above cast a glare across his vision. He could barely make out a childishly wide grin that reminded him of his friend.

“Finally!” The unexpected stranger bounced up happily, his fists raised over his head victoriously, as if Zoro's awakening was a great feat. The stranger turned his attention back to Zoro, his wide smile never faltering. Zoro, feeling petrified in the spot he lay, noticed the stranger's bright, glowing red eyes and white hair that danced like fire. As his disoriented gaze wandered, he realized he was in a surprisingly warm cave, the surroundings unfamiliar and surreal to him.

“All I can say is: Wow! I’m surprised that there is a human that actually still likes me!” Nika’s beaming smile seemed to intensify his light. The sight of such genuine glee had become foreign to Zoro. To see another full of such joy made his heart involuntarily quicken. “So! Who do I have the honor of thanking for sticking up for me back there?”

Zoro sat up cautiously. His mind raced to catch up with what was happening. A God was there before him. Not just any God. Nika! The one who had been missing for months. The one with the power to return light to their dark world was sitting before him, tilting his head in an inquisitive manner. His red eyes bright with curiosity. For a moment, Zoro wondered if he was dead. How else could he explain this encounter? The last thing he remembered was falling into the snow. Did he freeze to death?! No, he’d know right away if he had died…

“You have a funny look on your face. Most of you mortals seem to get this way when meeting me.” Nika sat down and reached forward to pinch Zoro’s cheek, as if trying to encourage Zoro to change his expression. Zoro couldn’t help but notice how warm the God’s touch was. “You don’t have to get so serious! All I’m asking is for your name.”

Despite Nika’s encouraging words, Zoro still couldn’t help but be taken aback. Kuina was right when she said the God was unique. Nika didn’t hold himself above Zoro. He spoke to him as if he was an old friend. In fact, the God had almost a childish nature about him. The way he now positioned himself to sit with his legs crossed next to Zoro, the way his smile never faltered, the way those large eyes glistened with wonder.. Nika was unlike anyone he had ever met.

“Zoro..” Zoro finally found his voice to answer. Nika’s eyes shone happily at the reply, which caused Zoro’s stomach to twist into knots. Perhaps it was his gut telling him he needed to address Nika with more respect? “My name is Roronoa Zoro.. uh all great and powerful Sun God Nika.”

Nika immediately scrunched his face in distaste. Zoro didn’t blame him. It felt awkward to address the God in such a way.

“Gross.. no need to get all formal. I just wanted to know Zoro’s name.” Nika let go of Zoro’s cheek. The swordsman couldn’t help but frown at the loss of warmth upon his face.

“Well, I’ve never met a God before. I don’t know exactly how I’m supposed to address one!” Zoro replied with a bit more candor. The interaction was becoming more casual, and Zoro was starting to feel a bit more at ease in the presence of the unconventional Sun God.

“Nika is fine,” Nika said with a shrug, his attention turned to a hangnail on his thumb, which he began to pick at as he continued, “Unless we are around other humans. Then you can just call me Luffy.”

“Luffy?” Zoro asked aloud. Then another question popped into his mind. “What do you mean by me addressing you that way in front of other people?”

“Well, I can’t have you addressing me as ‘your royal sun god’ around others.” Nika explained rolling his eyes like it was obvious. He picked the hangnail free and promptly flicked it across the cave.

Zoro blinked in confusion.

“Okay, that title is nothing like what I said before. And I still don’t get what you mean about us talking in front of others.” Zoro said, a bit more heatedly this time. Zoro never liked dancing around a subject. He preferred straightforward answers.

“I mean when we're traveling together.” Nika frowned, appearing equally upset. As if his answers were the most obvious things in the world, and he didn’t like that Zoro couldn’t understand right away. “You already know that others don’t like me. How would they react if they saw me in person?”

“What do you mean when we travel together?!” Zoro’s voice grew louder as shock took hold of him.

“Geez… I thought Zoro would be a lot smarter since you know I didn’t harm that island.” Nika said with a pout. The God leaned back against the cavern wall with his arms crossed.

Nika’s offhanded comment surprised Zoro yet again. He had always known the God wasn’t responsible for what happened to Ohara, but hearing it out loud from the God himself filled Zoro with vindicating relief.

“You were right at the tavern. I'm set on bringing back the sun, but first, I've got to clear my name. And Zoro’s the one who's gonna be my partner in uncovering the truth.” Nika asserted confidently.

Zoro buried his face in his hands, grappling with the confusion stirred by Nika's vague answers. With an exasperated exhale, Zoro lifted his head, determination ablaze in his eyes, poised to extract some clarity from the enigmatic God.

“Alright, let’s say I’m on board with helping you-” Zoro began slowly.

“Which you definitely are!” Nika chimed in confidently.

“No interrupting.” Zoro scolded. He blushed when realizing he shouldn't be scolding a God but he found a certain comfort in their banter. He continued, “If we're traveling together, I need more information. So, let's start from the beginning. I know you didn’t destroy Ohara, but if you're innocent, then why did you vanish? Why did the Sun suddenly disappear?”

Nika's grin finally faded. A hint of sadness flashed across the God’s eyes.

“Humans aren't the only ones who think I messed up that island.” Nika shifted his gaze away, seemingly reluctant to make eye contact with Zoro while explaining. “Other Gods share the same idea, and they're demanding I be replaced.”

Zoro's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Gods can be replaced?” Zoro questioned, wondering why, if that were the case, the other deities hadn't taken action to end the world's darkness by replacing Nika during his absence. “How? Isn’t the whole point of being a God is that you were born with your gifts. Isn’t that what sets you apart from us humans?”

Nika’s demeanor shifted. A dark look flashed across his eyes when he answered.

“Being born with our gifts never stopped other Gods from wanting more power and finding ways to take it.” Nika’s reply was so dark, so ominous, it made Zoro shiver despite the warmth of the cave. Nika, as if sensing Zoro’s discomfort, immediately switched back to his wide maddening smile. “Anyways, they planned on executing me so someone else can take my place.”

“What?!” 

The swordsman couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor could he understand how Nika could say something like it was an offhand comment.

Zoro's protective instincts kicked in, his hands involuntarily reaching out to grip Nika’s. Wide eyes turned toward Zoro, surprised by the swordsman's intense reaction. 

“How can they just decide that after all the good you've done?! Did they even try to find another culprit?!”

Nika's surprise transformed into gleeful excitement, his features lighting up with a wide grin.

"I knew I’d like you." Nika beamed, seemingly unfazed by the anger on Zoro's face. The God was clearly delighted by Zoro's immediate protective response, finding joy in the swordsman's fierce loyalty despite their recent acquaintance. "Nope, they didn't bother looking for another culprit. The evidence pointed to me. Only my brothers believe in my innocence."

Nika gave the swordsman’s hand a tender squeeze, his warm touch causing a subtle blush to spread across Zoro’s face. As they shared this moment, a lingering ache of sadness toward Nika’s situation settled within the swordsman, he sat there silently waiting for the God to continue unraveling the events that led to the Sun’s disappearance. 

Nika glanced upwards, seemingly envisioning the events that led to his current predicament.

“Many of the other Gods were divided on what to do with me. They fought a LOT! That’s when some Gods decided to take matters into their own hands. They chose to execute me themselves.” Nika explained.

“How is trying to take down another God not a crime?!” Zoro asked in disbelief.

Nika rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious. 

“If the God supposedly did something wrong against humanity, it only makes sense to get rid of them. Ohara housed the temple of the God of Wisdom. Destroying the island erased sacred knowledge, lost forever in both the Mortal and Celestial Realms.”

Zoro had always known Ohara as the home of brilliant minds, but the revelation that it held knowledge sacred to the Gods added another layer to the tragedy.

“What happened when they pursued you?” Zoro prodded Nika to share more.

“My brothers tried to shield me, but it got dangerous for them. I couldn’t let them risk their safety for me, so I decided to come to the Mortal Realm to investigate myself. If I can prove my innocence, maybe the other Gods won't chase me. But I've been here too long. Cut off from the Celestial Realm, I can't provide the Sun.” Nika explained with a hint of sadness.

A heavy weight settled onto Zoro's heart. The revelation of Nika’s situation hit him hard; people had assumed the God abandoned them, not realizing Nika was fighting to survive.

“You say you need my help, but what can I do?” Zoro asked uncertainly. “I know nothing of your world. How can I assist in proving your innocence when I don't even know what to look for?”

Nika offered Zoro a reassuring smile, acknowledging the swordsman's concern.

"Well, I need someone like Zoro by my side. You're strong, and you've got a good heart." Nika explained. "I'm not the best at dealing with humans, and you can help me navigate through this world. Besides, I trust Zoro."

Zoro shook his head and chuckled in disbelief as he processed Nika's words. The idea of the Sun God relying on him to navigate the complexities of human interaction was both amusing and somewhat ironic. Zoro, often reserved and straightforward, couldn't help but find it peculiar that Nika saw him as the go-to person for this task.

"Well, you better be prepared," Zoro remarked with a smirk. A rare smile crossed his lips, and he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest at accepting the Gods request. "Interacting with ‘humans’ isn't exactly my strong suit either, but I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble."

Nika’s eyes sparkled with excitement, the infectious energy of a carefree adventurer. The God abruptly rose to his feet, stretching his limbs like he was preparing for an exhilarating journey.

“Great! Let’s get going!” Nika beamed happily, exuding his infectious enthusiasm. The God already started walking towards the exit of the cave, but Zoro was quick to rush after Nika. The swordsman grabbed into a fistful of the God’s shirt.

“You can’t just go out looking like that.” Zoro scolded, his voice carrying a protective undertone. His expression turned more serious as he felt more duty bound to protect this whimsical being. “People are going to know you’re a God right away if you go out with flaming hair, and you’re not even dressed for winter weather.”

Nika looked down at himself in surprise, realizing Zoro was right.

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” Nika gently shook out of Zoro’s hold. Soon, he emitted a bright glow that filled the cave. When the light disappeared, Nika stood before him looking very familiar. Zoro immediately recognized this dark-haired, brown-eyed young man as the fidgeting patron from the tavern. Even in his human form, Nika’s eyes still radiated the same alluring warmth.

Zoro didn’t realize he was staring for so long until Nika's impatient fingers gently closed around his arm, an unexpected warmth seeped through his bones. Nika's touch was a magnetic force, tugging at Zoro's attention more than he cared to admit.

“Come on. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” Nika insisted.

Zoro, unable to resist the pull Nika had on him, obediently followed. His stoic exterior hiding the subtle warmth swelling within. As they moved together, Zoro couldn’t help but notice the intertwining of their steps, creating a silent harmony between them.

“Where are we going?”

“Ohara!”

(Next Chapter)

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Eclipsed - Chapter 1

ZoLu/LuZo AU (Sun God Nika)

Repost from my other blog.

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Prologue

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

It was cold.

Snow swirled and danced menacingly through the air, stabbing at anyone daring enough to trudge through the storm. Zoro turned up his coat collar to fight against the wind that bit at his neck. How long had it been since the sun disappeared? Months?

The once vibrant world, now cloaked in a desolate winter landscape, had become a haunting echo of its former self. Ice-laden branches groaned under the weight, and the once lively flora lay dormant beneath a thick blanket of snow. The encroaching ice age, triggered by Nika's mysterious disappearance, cast its relentless grip on the earth.

Zoro trudged wearily through the icy terrain until he found what he was looking for. A weathered tavern nestled at the edge of the frozen forest. After hours of wandering lost, courtesy of one villager’s terrible directions, Zoro found comfort in the flickering lanterns that seemed to offer a feeble warmth that beckoned him inside. As he pushed open the creaking door, the tavern welcomed him with a blast of heated air that momentarily thawed his frozen bones.

Zoro found solace in the dimly lit interior of the tavern. The atmosphere was heavy with the collective weight of uncertainty and fear that lingered in the air. Patrons huddled around tables, their faces etched with worry.

As Zoro settled into a seat at the bar and paid for a room for the night. The woman behind the bar silently slipped a key in front of him, he couldn't shake the sense of loss that permeated the air. Nika’s disappearance had thrown the world into chaos, leading Zoro to a life of bounty hunting just to get enough money for shelter and food, which was growing scarcer the longer they lived in a sunless existence. With a heavy sigh, Zoro ordered a drink and food to momentarily drown the chill in his soul, hoping that somewhere beyond the frost, a flicker of warmth still existed.

"I was there when it happened," proclaimed a loud, older gentleman from across the bar. Zoro's eyebrow twitched in irritation. He couldn't fathom why some people felt the need to broadcast their conversations so boisterously. Downing his drink in a deep gulp, Zoro hoped to drown out the man's voice. "I was there when Nika destroyed Ohara."

A couple of listeners erupted in laughter at the old man's words. Zoro's jaw clenched, his irritation now palpable as he continued to sip his drink, attempting to distance himself from the disruptive tale unfolding across the bar.

“How could you have been there? That place was desecrated beyond recognition. Nika’s wrath left no survivors.” One of the listeners pointed out.

“I was on a fishing vessel not too far from the island when the attack took place,” claimed the older gentleman. Zoro glanced at the man from the corner of his eye. The man seemed to have captivated others as well. With little information about what happened to Ohara, claiming any details was sure to draw a crowd. Undeterred, the man continued to speak, “I had just started to reel in my netting when I noticed a change in the sky. Clouds began to swirl overhead, as if a storm was coming. I feared becoming caught in the unexpected storm and rushed to prepare to make my way towards land.”

Zoro maintained a stoic expression, his focus shifting back to his drink. The old man's tale stirred a storm within him, and while his curiosity was piqued, he chose to keep his silence. The entire bar had fallen silent, devoid of the usual clinking of silverware or the greedy gulps of alcohol. The only discernible sound for Zoro was the shifting of one patron in the corner, fidgeting uneasily in his seat.

“The swirling clouds settled over Ohara, an intense bright light emanated from the eye of the storm, bathing Ohara in a radiant glow that seemed to ignite the sea itself.” The old man paused to take a drink. His expression was pained, as if reliving the moment caused him great distress, and the only comfort for his nerves was found in his drink. He set the cup down with a trembling hand, foam from the beer still clinging to his mustache. “Then fire rained down. Nika’s solar flares snapped upon Ohara like flaming whips, scorching everything they touched. Another bright light burst from the clouds, Nika’s sunlight caused a massive wave to hit my boat and capsized it, plunging me into the rough waters. By the time I had climbed onto what was left of my ship, all of Ohara was already gone.” The man placed his head in his hands, the stress of reliving the situation seemingly overwhelming him. “I was on that damn debris for two days before help came. I know the Gods can be cruel, but nothing has ever been done to this extent before. Why would Nika do such a thing.”

The uneasiness in the corner persisted, the shifting patron seemingly absorbed in the tale.

“That wasn’t Nika…” Zoro huffed irritably into his food. Unbeknownst to him, the attention of the patrons had shifted towards him, but he remained focused on his meal, oblivious to the eyes now fixed on him.

“I beg your pardon?” An offended patron next to the old man confronted Zoro, drawing his attention. The sudden focus sent a shiver down Zoro's spine, the hairs on his back standing on end. “How can you sit there and say that the tragedy that befell Ohara wasn’t Nika’s doing? Only the Sun God can use the sun’s powers to rain down fire in such a way.”

Zoro glared up from his meal, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“Nika was becoming well known for his generous blessings towards mankind before the Ohara tragedy. Why would he change his kind nature so abruptly?” Zoro countered, addressing the fuming patron.

“Probably for the same reason why he disappeared!” The young man snapped back. “You didn’t find it odd that Nika plunged the entire world into darkness right after he destroyed Ohara?!”

Zoro's jaw clenched in response to the challenging tone.

"Disappearances and darkness doesn’t make someone guilty. Rushing to conclusions won't bring the truth to light." The intense exchange drew disapproving glares from other patrons now fixated on Zoro. Only the patron in the far corner looked at Zoro differently, his brown eyes wide with awe. “Nika will bring back the sun. He wouldn’t leave us like this.”

The younger patron stood so quickly that his chair was knocked over from the force.

“He never should’ve taken away the sun to begin with! Every day gets colder! Crops are dying! Food is becoming scarce! My sick wife couldn’t even survive one month in these freezing temperatures.” Angry tears welled in the man’s eyes as he stared Zoro down. “Nika was supposed to bring light into my world, not snuff it out!”

Zoro sensed the growing animosity from other patrons towards him, a common occurrence when he defended Nika.

"The sun will return. We just need to endure this darkness a bit longer." Zoro asserted, unyielding despite the hostile glares around him.

The woman behind the bar reclaimed the key she had placed on the table, returning his money with a cold demeanor.

“I don’t think it would be wise to accept your business,” she said sharply. “I suggest you find other lodgings for the night.”

Zoro gritted his teeth, his frustration evident to those around him. He would have to brave the cold again. At least this time, he wouldn’t be doing it on an empty stomach. Pushing away his finished plate, Zoro stood to leave. He sensed the intense hatred aimed his way. Without another word, he trudged out into the snow, oblivious to the fact that the fidgeting patron in the corner’s eyes followed his every move with great curiosity.

After seeking refuge in the warm tavern, stepping back into the freezing cold felt harsher. The winds were forceful, the snow sharper, and the cold seeped into him. Zoro walked forward. If he learned to keep his mouth shut about his opinions on Nika, he wouldn’t constantly find himself in this situation. Yet, it felt wrong to silence his thoughts on Nika. Others might have been quick to turn their back on the God, but Zoro never forgot how the God’s blessing on Isshen Dojo impacted so many lives or how Kuina held the God in such high regard.

To denounce Nika would be equivalent to dishonoring his friend’s memory, and Zoro couldn't betray the unwavering faith Kuina had in Nika. Wado seemed to weigh heavily on his hip as Zoro remembered Kuina. She passed long before this whole mess started, never knowing a world without Nika’s light. Despite the circumstances, Zoro believed that Kuina would’ve still loved Nika. Kuina had a way of seeing the good in others, and Zoro, honoring her memory, held onto that faith, believing there was still good in Nika too.

Amidst the relentless snowfall, Zoro walked through the small village and into the forest. His arms trembled, attempting in vain to shield him from the biting snow. Even the shirt on his back couldn’t keep out the chill. With no place to rest, Zoro wondered if he would have to walk all night to ward off the cold. Teeth involuntarily chattered at the thought. Pressing on, the moonlight became his guiding companion.

With no particular destination, Zoro resorted to his familiar tactic: letting the wind guide him to the next shelter. He wouldn’t admit it, but he wasn’t always the best at figuring out directions. However, allowing the wind to blow him from place to place felt like a more straightforward option. Besides, the wind at his back was preferable to biting at his face. Suddenly, Zoro stumbled upon a glimmer of hope… footprints etched in the snow like a magical trail. The swordsman followed them in desperate pursuit, yearning for any sign of shelter.

Weary and numb, Zoro pressed on, his limbs burdened by an icy weight. Despite his determination, Zoro found himself face planting into the unforgiving snow, the cold ice piercing through his skin like daggers. Darkness crept into the corners of his vision. The end seemed imminent. The forest began closing in, threatening to claim him. Yet, a sudden radiance descended from above, thawing the ice that seemed to seep into his very bones. In a feeble attempt to understand this newfound warmth, Zoro followed the luminous glow, tracing it back to its source.

To his astonishment, the footprints had led him to an individual daring enough to wear sandals in this freezing abyss. Zoro’s gaze ascended, widening in disbelief, when he beheld an otherworldly figure. A man with hair that danced like flames against the biting cold and a smile that emanated a warmth matching the radiant light that surrounded him.

It was the last thing Zoro saw before his vision went dark.

(Next Chapter)

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Eclipsed - Prologue

ZoLu/LuZo Au story

Repost from my other blog. I know this story is currently on the back burner due to me writing Noble Hearts, but since it is Luffy's birthday I decided to post one of the other chapter I have done.

Summary: Sun God Nika is accused of a crime he did not commit. Nika goes into hiding to avoid being hunted by other Gods who wish to have him replaced. This inadvertently plunges the world into darkness, triggering an ice age. Only one human has faith that Nika will return the Sun.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Zoro landed harshly on his back, the impact sending a jolt of pain through him. Standing tall above, Kuina wore a smug grin, her wooden sword pointed mockingly at Zoro's chest.

"Another win, just like always." Kuina teased in that sing-song voice of hers.

Zoro's nostrils flared in irritation.

"Damn it! I would've had you if I wasn't nursing this stupid injury!" Zoro growled, swiftly rising to his feet and forcefully shoving Kuina's wooden sword to the side.

“Excuses, excuses…” Kuina tutted disapprovingly, shaking her head. Her sword rested casually on her shoulder, and her free hand found a place on her hip. “If you keep that up, how do you expect to become the world’s greatest swordsman? Attitude matters, you know.”

Zoro clenched his teeth in frustration.

“It’s not an excuse! I got sunburnt, and it’s messing with my movements.” Zoro argued. His face was turning redder than his sunburnt arms.

Kuina laughed and playfully pinched Zoro's cheek.

"Aww, you’re just sun-kissed, that's all.” Kuina teased. “Serves you right for taking a nap out in the garden.”

Zoro swatted Kuina’s hand away.

“I like the warmth.” Zoro crossed his arms, adopting a slight pout.

Kuina burst into laughter.

“You’re like a little kitten! Always finding a sun spot to nap in.”

Zoro gritted his teeth, reacting by grabbing his wooden sword and attempting to attack Kuina. However, she effortlessly blocked his strike.

“You’re too predictable when you get upset.” Kuina remarked, a wide grin on her face. Swiftly, she swiped her sword at Zoro’s feet, causing him to tumble. Sticking her tongue out, Kuina hurriedly darted away, leaving Zoro fuming on the ground.

Zoro sprang back to his feet, determinedly trailing after Kuina. Although Zoro had only been training at Isshin Dojo for a year, he was already second in the class… below Kuina. Her remarkable prowess fueled an unparalleled motivation within him. Witnessing Kuina effortlessly defeat opponents, even grown men, often left Zoro awestruck. He marveled at the fact that this young girl possessed such remarkable skills with her sword.

In the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, Zoro pursued Kuina, driven by a desire to emulate her strength. The main entrance of the extensive garden seemed to welcome the children’s friendly chase. Zoro finally caught up, panting slightly, as Kuina greeted him with her radiant smile. Seating herself in the middle of the garden's pathway, she invited Zoro to join her. Feeling slightly out of breath, Zoro settled down beside her in the warm glow of the sunlit garden.

“I can see why you enjoy napping in the garden so much.” Kuina remarked, running her fingers through the soil. “I don’t think I ever got a chance to tell you how it was blessed.”

Zoro, catching his breath from the run, attempted to feign disinterest, but his raised brow betrayed his curiosity.

“What do you mean by 'blessed'?” Zoro inquired.

Kuina gracefully rested her hands on the ground, leaning back as the sunlight embraced her face. With closed eyes, she spoke solemnly, allowing the warmth to touch her.

“A few years back, before you joined the dojo, it was a harsh winter. Our garden struggled,” Kuina recounted. “Others in the village depend on us for food, especially in tough times. But that year, even feeding ourselves was a challenge, yet people still turned to my father for help.”

Zoro sat in contemplative silence, his brows furrowed, reflecting on the hardships faced by Kuina and the villagers.

“One night, I couldn’t sleep. The cold and hunger were keeping me awake, and then I saw a light outside my window. At first, I thought the sun had risen too early, but then the light disappeared. When I looked out, there was someone standing in our garden.” Kuina recalled, a fond smile playing on her lips. “I thought he was crazy…”

“Crazy? Why?” Zoro asked, no longer attempting to hide his interest.

Kuina opened her eyes, turning to face Zoro.

“It was freezing, but he was wearing sandals and summer clothes!” Kuina shared, her eyes gleaming with delight at Zoro's interest. “At first, I thought he might be a traveler trying to steal from our garden in the middle of the night. With so little food to go around, I couldn't let him do that. So, I grabbed Wado-“

“Kuina, no!”

“Yes! And then I ran out to the garden-“

“Why didn’t you wake up your dad?!” Zoro interjected, his jaw hanging open in disbelief at his friend’s bold move to confront a stranger in the dead of night.

“I was worried the man would be gone by the time I woke him up! So, do you want to hear what happened, or are you going to keep interrupting?” Kuina pouted.

Zoro reluctantly closed his mouth, biting his lip to refrain from further interruptions. Pleased to see Zoro finally staying quiet, Kuina continued her story.

“So I grabbed Wado, jumped out my window toward the man, and pointed my sword at him. I warned him that if he took anything from our garden, I'd strike him down where he stood. He turned to face me and... and he laughed.” Zoro could only imagine how Kuina reacted to being laughed at, knowing well that his friend disliked being underestimated. “His grin was so wide… I was convinced he was a madman! Then, he plucked one of the unripe tomatoes.”

Zoro gasped, unable to suppress his reaction. Kuina, well aware that she had Zoro completely enthralled, purposefully paused for dramatic effect.

“What did you do?” Zoro eagerly pressed Kuina to continue.

Kuina smirked.

“I swiped my sword down, aiming to slash at the hand that dared steal from our garden.” Kuina leaned back, gazing at the corner of the garden closest to her window as if reliving the moment. “But I missed… he was so fast, I barely registered him bouncing over me. When I turned to face him again, I was blinded by the same light from before. Suddenly, the man looked different. His hair turned white, dancing like fire. I found myself surrounded by a radiant glow, and then it hit me... I had tried to strike down a God.”

Zoro felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. Threatening a God was unheard of, it was an act that usually led to merciless consequences. Entire villages had been wiped out in the past for displeasing Gods, and Zoro knew the gravity of the situation Kuina had unwittingly stepped into.

“I suddenly became so scared. Wado slipped from my grip, and I found myself on my knees, pleading for mercy. He laughed again, and I was certain I had just cursed the entire village.” Kuina's smile softened. “But then, he knelt down to my level. Can you believe it? A God... kneeling! He even patted my head. Though his touch was warm, I remained frozen in shock. He took hold of my hands and handed me the tomato. I couldn't believe my eyes! It was suddenly ripe.”

“He moved past me, strolling through the garden. His light grew brighter and brighter, casting a radiant glow. Turning to give me one last smile, he vanished into a beam of sunlight, absorbed by the rising sun.”

Kuina's eyes brimmed with happy tears as she recounted the memory. Zoro struggled to fully grasp the significance of his friend's experience.

“Are you telling me you met Nika?” Zoro inquired, recognizing that only the Sun God could wield the power of the sun to disappear in such a manner.

Kuina nodded.

“After he left, the garden flourished with growth. I rushed inside to share Nika’s blessing with my father, and we were able to extend that blessing to others.” Kuina explained, running her hands over the soft soil of the garden. “It still amazes me that, even after all this time, the ground blessed by Nika retains its warmth.”

Zoro couldn’t resist reaching toward the garden soil. The warmth he had enjoyed during countless naps turned out to be Nika’s blessing all along.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I wouldn’t have napped here if I knew the ground was sacred.” Zoro admitted, a tinge of guilt in his tone.

“I don’t think Nika minds. He seemed gentle that way.” Kuina reassured. “He's unlike what I've heard about other Gods. He’s unique, for sure, but I believe he genuinely wants to help others.”

Zoro observed Kuina's affectionate expressions as she spoke about Nika. If Kuina held the Sun God in such high regard, he must truly be an extraordinary deity.

“Nika is definitely my favorite of all the Gods.” Kuina declared, as if sensing Zoro's thoughts.

Zoro continued running his hand along the warm, blessed soil. In that moment, Zoro decided that Nika was his favorite God too.

(Next Chapter)