Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of the characters.

I know I know, I should be focusing on my other stories, or trying to continue any discontinued stories, but I really can't at the moment, I'm currently focused on another pairing, which many are probably familiar with and that is ZOSAN! So my mind is just filled with ideas on them and I can't seem to think for the other stories. So, since I'm only thinking of them, I'm going to write a new story whilst It's fresh in my mind.

Ladies and Gentleman! I give you! Zosan

Warning: Rushness; Grammar; OOCness; Yaoi; Lemon; swearing; repetitiveness (I'm a repetitive person) and anything you notice that isn't on this list but is on this list. I will also not take responsibility for any problems the readers have experienced. Eg. Puking rainbows.

Not promising perfectness, if you expect it. You know where the back button is. Sorry.

Word count: 1,168

Chapter one: It's over

"I think we should end it..."

A blond haired man stopped dead in his tracks, a cigarette falling from his mouth and hitting the cold cement. That sentence was the first thing he heard the moment the phone had stopped ringing.
"Wh-what?" The man stuttered back to the other male voice.

"I'm sorry, Sanji, it's better for you.." he took a pause, "and for me."

Sanji couldn't comprehend this situation. Was his lover really breaking up with him? Right now? Over the phone?
All he had wanted to do was apologise to his lover for the fight he caused and had sulked about for the past week or so but now, it was over?
"Wa-wait, Zoro! Can we please talk about this first, shit, Why? why are you dumping me so suddenly?"

"Sanji...I want you to be happy. I want to be happy. I can't handle this anymore; I can't handle us. The constant fighting, its draining us emotionally and physically. This is for the best."

"Shit, Zoro..are you serious? Are you really breaking up with me, like this? On the shitty phone? Don't you think I deserve better than this? A face to face shitty talk first and a face to face break up. I fucking deserve that at least!"

"Its easier this way. Please Sanji, Don't make this harder than it already is..."

To Sanji, Zoro sounded oddly calm, like he didn't care their relationship was over. He didn't understand, Zoro had spent the good three years of University to make Sanji fall in love with him, and it had only been six months since Zoro finally won him over, but now it was over? Had Sanji just been a toy? A toy in Zoro's little game? A game Zoro was now bored of?

"You're bored of me already..." Sanji whispered on the verge of tears. He was so angry and hurt, he wanted to punch Zoro but he also wanted to cling to him, beg him to change his mind, but Sanji wouldn't do that. He couldn't. He still had his pride, and if Zoro didn't care about the break up, Sanji wasn't going to let it get to him either.

"No, Sanji, that's not it. Look, just go home, I'll go to Luffy's flat for the night and.." Sanji cut Zoro off.

"No, you stay there, keep the flat. You put more money into it than I did. I'll give you back the keys, as well as get my things another time. I'll go to the Baratie and stay with my old man."

"Sanji.."

"Good bye Zoro."

"...San-"

Sanji hanged up the phone and slid it back into his pocket before turning around and away from the original direction he had been heading in. He took out a pack of cigarettes and took one out, putting it into his mouth. His mind so jumbled up; his chest hurting. It felt like someone had plunged their hand into his chest and gripped his heart, squeezing it painfully.

He couldn't stop thinking about Zoro. His green moss head, his stupid grin, his obsession with exercise and muscles, his love of swords, the way he was always directionally challenged on their dates. Every little thing about him, whether it annoyed him or he used it to piss off Zoro, he loved everything, but now he was missing it.

It was moments before he was back at the Baratie. It was old man Zeff's restaurant, the old man being his adopted father. A restaurant he had worked in beside Zeff since he was a little boy, something he had seen grow from a small shack to a full sized famous restaurant. It was also his home.

He walked through the door, watching as the workers were clearing up the tables.
"Hey hey! It's little Sanji! Back so soon! Missing us already boy!"
Chuckles sounded around the room, Sanji couldn't help but smile slightly, he really loved everyone here. His family could always make him feel better in rough times like this.
Loud thuds could be heard rushing towards them from the kitchen. Sanji turned his head to look at the door before it was flung open.

"You shitty Brat! Why are you here? I was hoping to not see your face until you're in next!"
"Shitty geezer, the hell you on about? I'm allowed here whenever I want, this place is still my home."
Zeff smirked, "Heh, not what you said six months ago, your boyfriend dumped you already? That's why you're back and calling it home ain't it?"
Laughter rang through the restaurant again. Calls of "As if" were heard.
"No way! Didn't you see them last time they came here? Sucking face every second! Haha!" Shouted one of the waiters.
"Yeah, bloody perfect for each other!" Shouted another.
"The way they fight and argue, they're so connected!" Laughed a chef.

Everyone looked at Sanji, smiling and laughing about the teasing comments everyone had made until they saw an unexpected expression that had been different to the usual blushing blonde.

Sanji was crying.

The tears had just started falling, he wanted to stop them, but the more they talked about him and Zoro the faster they streamed down his face. He wanted to keep his pride, he didn't want to lose against Zoro. Zoro who didn't care about how easy it was to just end it.

Zeff frowned, concern filling his face, never had he seen Sanji cry. "Little eggplant...?"

Sanji tried to speak, to retort back to the stupid childish name, but instead a sob came out as well as a struggle of breath. He wanted to stop crying, to show them he was fine, he didn't want to show them such a pathetic face, especially Zeff, but here he was, tears streaming down his face; so pathetic.

He ran past all the cooks and Zeff, running through the doors that led to the stairs for the house above the restaurant. He could hear his family all following him but he continued upstairs, forcing the door open to the living room and down the hall to his room. He slammed it open and slammed it shut, locking it behind him.

He continued to hold the door, as if it could open any minute despite the lock and everyone would see his pathetic expression again. He turned his back to the door, and slowly slid down, sitting on his cream carpet.
Everyone, including Zeff stood outside of Sanji's door, hesitating to knock on the blondes door. They listened quietly to the blondes sobbing for a bit longer before deciding that Sanji needed time alone and that he probably didn't want to be disturbed.

The tears continued as he sobbed, he couldn't control the small whimpers. He just wanted to let it all out. He didn't know what he would do without Zoro.
He raised his right arm, and clutched his chest, his hand gripping to his clothes.

"It hurts...It hurts so much..."