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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.

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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.”

✨⭐✨

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.

⭐

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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mellyssageversee · 9 months ago

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Eclipsed - Chapter 2

ZoLu/LuZo AU (Sun God Nika)

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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