Hello my followers, reviewers, favoriters (...whatevs yall understand right?) and all you wonderful people who visited my page. I am so sorry this is late and short. I am so busy it's not even the least bit funny. I'm a junior in college so they are just piling that work on like a dump truck does its trash.

Yeah. Just like that.

I have other story ideas that I will pile on to my page soon as I continue to write this one.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own not one little hair on my Zoro's ( or any other character's) chinny chin chin. But I do own the idea for the story. That at least is a win right?

They are Zoro's What?

Zoro could feel it in the air as a hair-raising tingle on the back of his neck and a feeling in his stomach like indigestion. It was his famous swordsman's sixth sense giving him a premonition. A premonition telling him that his day would become a wonderful fragrant pile of shit by the time it was over.

First off, he was confused, like "How the hell do the love cook's eyebrows grow like that?" or "Which way is South?" confused. And when Zoro's confused, he gets frustrated and then he gets angry since he can't figure out the puzzle that has him confused in the first place.

The swordsman figured when he escaped from the confused looks of his crewmates last night, he would just sleep off his confusion; maybe even forget about the whole ordeal together. But no. He had to wake up to the damn mother of all puzzles that was currently his life.

How, in the name of Buddha, did he go from being a street rat who couldn't remember anything before the age of 5 to becoming the third prince of some obscure country he has never heard of. It made no sense what so ever! Not only that, the green haired man already had an attendant! What's next? There's a plaque hidden somewhere in the palace with his name on it or something?

…Hmm that wouldn't be too bad.

Unfortunately Zoro was much smarter and more observant than people gave him credit for. Sure he doesn't flaunt it but he has a good head on his shoulders… most of the time… and there was something strange about the attendant. Something about the way he presented himself to Zoro made him feel like the man was lying. He scoffed. Of course it was impossible for him to be a prince from the Grand Line when he was from East Blue.

…On second thought if he got lost enough it wouldn't be too surprising.

Anyway, thanks to all the useless thoughts about useless impossible things, the swordsman had built up a splitting headache and an appetite. He threw off the thin sheets covering his body then pulled on his green pants aver his black boxers. Since it was still early, Zoro decided to just throw on a plain white shirt leaving his haramaki to lay on the ground. He still had to shower and brush his teeth after he got a snack from the fridge after all.

Zoro made his way down the ladder leading from his room in the lookout and proceeded to head to the kitchen. It was only dawn; he knew the only person in the kitchen at this time of the morning was Sanji cooking the rest of the crew's breakfast or more specifically cooking a feast for the black hole called their captain. Confronting the shit cook would be enough for him at the moment. Dealing with the rest of the crew will have to come later.

He threw open the door and stumbled his way into the kitchen in a daze. He still couldn't believe the man mistook him for a prince. Now that he thought about it that Zan guy (or was in Stanley) was probably just yanking his chain. Obviously just because someone's hair was green didn't mean he was a prince.

The swordsman scowled at the thought. If the guy was really just playing some ridiculous joke on all of them, he was going to skin him for the confusion and the waste of time.

The young man then rolled his eyes and snorted. He wasn't going to get to do anything if Sanji got to the perverted old man first. He was pretty sure the blond had yet to forgive his supposed attendant. He made a right to curl behind the counter top to get the fridge only to freeze like an ice sculpture in Chopper's hometown.

Slowly, he moved his head to the left, hoping and praying that maybe it was just a figment of his imagination caused by his half asleep brain. There, sitting at the dining table at "Way too early" o'clock in the morning were his eight crewmates staring at him with astonished, confused and analytical eyes.

Why

Were

They

All

Awake?

"Go back to sleep you little shits" was what Zoro wanted to yell at the group and then scowl but he knew from their expressions that wasn't going to happen. With his luck they would starting yelling back immediately (they would have do that regardless of luck or not) and the poor swordsman would be forced to face-palm and take his verbal questioning and probing like the manly man he was.

The kitchen was silent.

You could hear the soft lapping of waves at the side of the boat, the occasional shuffle of clothing as one of his crewmates shifted.

Oh did he need a drink if he was going to deal with this. Stingy Sanji probably wouldn't give him a lick of alcohol though.

He cautiously crossed the floor to sit at the only seat left at the table: the head. Perfect place for grilling out answers. Zoro sat, made himself comfortable for the future chaos.

Zoro barely got out an elongated "So" before all hell broke loose

"You're a PRINCE?"

"How did that happen?"

"Dude that is just SUPRA!"

"I should have known. I mean the hair…"

"Do you think your parents can finance us? I mean its just compensation for taking care of you for so…"

"Yohohoho! We have royalty on the ship. I must play…"

"Man. I guess that totally overshadows being a brave man of the sea…"

"Zoro! That's so cool. Can we meet them?"

And it just went on and on giving the poor green-haired first-mate a headache. The only ones not yelling were Sanji who was oddly quite during the whole thing and Luffy who predictably was stuffing his mouth with meat. Zoro was sure Sanji would be leaping at the chance to jab at his pride saying things along the lines of "I guess your royal blood had no effect on your barbaric caveman ways huh Marimo?"

He really couldn't take the squabbling anymore. He rubbed his temples to stave off the increasing pain.

"SHUT UP!"

That worked. Blissful silence only marred by the eating noises of the captain.

"Look. Think about it. There is no way I am actually a prince even I can figure that out. So no I'm not a prince, there is no royalty on board unless one of you has some type of secret and no I am not going to go hit up my imaginary parents to get you money." God, that was more than he wanted to say at "It's too early for this shit!" o'clock in the morning.

Nami pouted. She knew it was too good to be true. Not that she believed Zoro was an actual prince in the first place but a girl can dream about the benefits can't she?

Robin didn't look too convinced but she stayed silent. Everyone else moaned in regret. Really what was the excitement of the Zoro being royalty? He was still their first mate.

"Yeah I already know that. Geez had to knock a girl while she's dreaming. We already know you're part caveman." Nami stated out loud.

Bitch.

"Hmm. But it's true."

Everyone jumped away from Zoro, for behind him was the prince's attendant John and Zoro slapped his face and groaned.

The one morning Zoro decides not to bring his swords (or at least one) down with him to breakfast, is the morning he really wished he had them. It was way to easy for the middle aged man to get on the boat without anyone noticing. He was pretty sure Franky had some defense traps on the ship somewhere.

Nami was the one to speak.

"Oh give it up old man! We don't know the reason you are trying to convince him he is a prince, but we know you're lying. There is now way this uncultured brute could be a prince."

The swordsman glared at her. Most of those comments were uncalled for.

"Ah but that is where you are wrong. I brought a picture with me since I knew you wouldn't believe me. My prince please look at this. They are your parents."

Zoro stared at Nozo (ah that was the man's name) and frowned. Whatever it couldn't hurt.

He took the picture and promptly felt his eyes bulging in their sockets. In the picture sat the Queen and the King on their thrones smiling. But that wasn't what was so shocking.

The King… even with the slight differences, Zoro could tell he was practically a mirror image of king! The rest of the crew crowded around and froze.

…So Zoro was a prince then?

Ah denial gets you no where in life. Poor Zoro thinks his life is turned upside down now. Oh just you wait my little green-haired swordsman. Just you wait...

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