Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.

A/N: This might be unbelievable but I am going to write a ZoroxSanji/ZoSan fic. Well, I had these little plot bunnies but they were not perfect so I left them alone. When I looked back, I saw that Plot Bunny A mated with Plot Bunny B, had a child named C and grew up to mate with D and made Plot Bunny ABCD. The reason why it's going to be a ZoroxSanji fic is because it had to be.

This plot has a setting in which when the world was created, same-sex marriage also existed.

-Prologue-

Sanji, Law, and Kidd returning home from a glorious night of the village festival. The black starry sky was blinded by the bright colors of the lanterns and made it almost as if the sun was out to play also. The sounds of the night were broken by the bright and happy songs played by villagers with a talent for music. There was dances, food, drinks, fun, and of course, beautiful men and women. New couples danced with light blushes on their cheeks when they happened to find their friends in the crowd. Couples who had been going out for many months danced like kings and queens in the middle of the square to show off both themselves and their significant other. Nubile men and women timidly approached other singles and asked for a hand in dance or a drink.

Whether they were a rich man, a poor man, a florist, a farmer, a midwife, a priest, a doctor, a bartender, it didn't matter. Everyone stripped off what they were for this one special night and enjoyed it like children playing in fresh snow.

The three were enjoying the festival just the same. A doctor, an engineer, and a cook were sitting together around a gigantic bonfire and watched the people twirl their hips and laugh merrily. Sanji was asked out by many young girls and men but Sanji shook his head on all of them. Law and Kidd were asked but they had each other so they had a reason to refuse the offer.

When asked why Sanji didn't want to dance, he just replied with a small smile, 'I'm waiting for someone to take this hand.'

When asked who, Sanji just lowered his head.

The hours flew by and the end came. People hugged and kissed each other good-bye and went to bed, ready to return to their lives. Kidd kissed Law farewell at a fork on the road. He headed to the southern side of the village where most handymen thrived. Law and Sanji took the other road where people who were on the wealthy side decided to live here to relax or spend the rest of their lives in peace.

Law's home stood on the far north side of the village. Surrounded by many luxurious homes, Law's home was flawless white with arch windows and silk curtains billowing softly by the gentlest winds. A small garden protected the home and the two stepped through the white iron fence to get in. Sanji visited Law's home every weekend to help him around the kitchen and worked as a volunteering nurse. Sanji glanced up to the window on the right side. The home was pitch dark except for that one room.

The two silently climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Law stood in front of the door and knocked on it twice before entering.

"We're home." Law said quietly as he stepped in with leisurely steps. Sanji followed but with heavier strides.

Sitting on an arm chair was a man. He was in his late twenties and had amazingly rare green hair. A thick book lay open on his lap and both of his hands were on a page. The man was fully relaxed in his chair and his head was titled toward the window toward the stars. Law and Sanji knew, however, that the man couldn't see any of those twinkling diamonds in the sky.

Upon the sound of Law's voice, the man turned and smiled, "Hey you guys. How was the festival?"

"Great." Law answered cheerfully, "I danced with Kidd eight times."

Sanji merely nodded, so Law nudged him hard in the ribs for him to utter something, "I-I had fun."

"That's good." The man nodded slowly, "So, Sanji-san, did you dance with anyone? There must have been someone who sparked your interest."

Sanji scratched his head shamefully, "No..."

"Not one?"

"No."

The man sighed and tilted his face so that he looked like he was looking at him. "Sanji-san, I know it's only been two years since you lost your husband, but you should try finding someone new. Isn't that what this festival's for?"

Sanji shuffled his feet and mumbled something. Law caught it and shot a glare, but the patient caught it for his ears were extremely keen.

"What did you say?"

"...I-I wanted to dance with you Zoro."

The man widened his eyes a little before he let out a chuckle, "Again Sanji-san? What have I told you? Don't waste time on me or you'll grow unhappy. You know I have someone else on my mind."

"I-I know...but Zoro-"

"Good," Zoro smirked teasingly, "So Sanji-san, next year you better dance with someone or else I'm not going to eat dinner."

"-So you better dance next year." Law snapped, "Zoro only eats the food you cook, the picky eater." Law's voice was harsh but he fell into silence because of pity.

Sanji straightened himself and grinned softly, "A-About dinner, are you hungry? I can cook soup for you."

Zoro peered down to his stomach as if he was using telepathy to speak to it, "I guess I would like some. Is it going to be peppered trout stew?"

"Yes."

"I love your stew." Zoro smiled happily, "It's always a pleasure to have you, huh Law?"

"Yes he is." Law answered simply. He tapped Sanji on the shoulder and on cue, they silently left the room. Once they closed the door, the bright mood the two had earlier from the festival vanished like a dying candle. Law still had vigor because of the enchanting memories of dancing with Kidd, but Sanji only sunk deeper in the abyss of sadness. The doctor gently patted the cook's back to ease the man's sorrow.

"Sanji...I-" Law frowned and bit his lip.

Sanji grew small as he stepped away from the room where the patient lived. Zoro was on his fifth year staying at Law's home because he wanted to cure his blindness. It was temporarily: Law had told Sanji that he became blind from the result of overwhelming stress. If Zoro was free of any pain, his eyes would naturally heal and he would see again.

During those times of waiting, Zoro had been thinking of someone. Decades ago, Zoro loved a man. He loved him, loved him too much that he had done something horrible to that person. He ended up losing the man he loved, his fame, and everything he had. The man was alive, but somewhere beyond Zoro's reach.

Sanji looked over his shoulder to the room where Zoro stayed. The patient always lapsed into a peaceful silence whenever he dreamed of the man he loved.

The man's name was Sanji.