I am so sorry this took so long. I have been really busy for a while now, and I just got another computer.

I do not own One Piece.
This starts out in Usopp's P.O.V. then switches to Sanji's.

It has been about four months since I snuck off of the ship and hitched a ride with one of the merchants leaving that morning. I changed ships at a few islands, wanting to make it as hard to find me as possible, I know they will look for me, at least a little. But hopefully they give up before making it this far.

I have been at this island for a couple of weeks now and it is amazing. I am staying in a small village on the country side, everyone has been really friendly and have even offered me a job and a place to live. I really don't want to leave, not to mention that my belly has grown quite a bit and I get nauseous really easily. Hopefully, my child and I can stay here forever.

Four months, it has been four months and we still cannot find Usopp. It wasn't that hard, one of the other merchants at dock told us the Captain's name and what island he was heading to. We set sail immediately, wanting to get there as soon as possible, sure that we would find Usopp there.

It took us about a week to reach the island and a couple of hours track down the ship's Captain. We asked about our missing sniper, just to have the man shrug and tell us that he has no idea what happened to him. He was just paid to bring, a hysterical, Usopp to the island, he didn't care about much more than that.

So, with heavy hearts, we began asking around the village. We found out that he had, in fact, been on the island just a couple of hours before we arrived. He had bought a few things, mostly preserved food that made my skin crawl, and had visited the local doctor, which worried me to no end, and made tears spring to Chopper's eyes. After which he headed back to the dock, which is the last place anyone had saw.

With a sigh, we all head back to Sunny, where I begin preparing meager dinner, not having the mind set or energy to fix anything lavish. Not that anyone is eating much either way. At this rate, my delicate flowers are going to begin losing weight.

I let out another shaky sigh, pulling a cigarette out of my pocket and leaning against the wall. It is scary how much I miss that long nosed idiot. His boasting and stupidly clever stories. His goofy grin and loud laugh. Him standing next to me, talking rapidly as we wash the dishes. Our stolen moments together, his ridiculous long nosed resting awkwardly against my cheek as we kiss. Holding him close, burying my face is his beautiful mess of hair. The scent of gunpowder, that always seemed to cling to him. The small smile he had just for me.

I clench my eyes against the onslaught of hot tears and slide down the wall. My teeth grind into the unlit cigarette, trying to stifle the sobs working their way out. I bury my face into my knees, tightly gripping my hair. I sob quietly into my knees, for the first time worried that we wouldn't find him. That he didn't even want us to find him. That he was dying, it would make sense with the doctor's visits. Or, that he was angry with me about something, something bad enough that he would willingly leave the crew. Or, that he just decided that he didn't want to be here anymore...that he didn't want to be with me anymore.