My first... uh, got the idea in class ... again XD

The food on the table was spectacularly placed and made, almost as if it was fake to be seen and never touched. This was how Zoro always thought of the cook's food and it bothered him that the man also dressed like it too. With a deep and unhealthy vibrate from his voice box did he slowly get up, causing a slight stir from the crew who began asking him if he was okay, he promptly responded 'No' before any other questions were thrusted out into the open.

Then he was out and standing on the balcony and wondering why the cook had to be so pristine? He chuckled when he looked down at his own clothes, the white fabric was turning a bit brown and needed to be washed or thrown away.

With that he headed off to check the other items he wore for anything that needed to be washed, and what he found was that all of his clothes needed to be.

A deep sigh left him as he looked at the closet the other teen had and he slowly, checking around the room first, went to see how clean the cook's clothes were.

Pristinely folded, pressed, and put away unlike Zoro's thrown in the closet clothing. He groused a bit at his own lack of neatness before deciding he need new clothes … and a wash… before turning in for the night.

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The crew wasn't sure what Zoro's problem was when he left and took a shower, Nami even stated that Zoro's clothes were in bags waiting to be thrown away on the next island, and it bothered some of the crew as to why Zoro was acting like this.

"I'm going to check up on that Marimo head." Sanji stated getting up and heading over to the bathroom door, never locked because Marimo didn't believe in it… in case they were ambushed the moss head would run out kill them naked and soap still in his hair before returning to finish his bath!

A chuckle left Sanji as he walked forward and opened the door hearing Zoro sigh when he turned a bit to stare at Sanji, "What?"

"You're throwing away your clothes?"

"Need new ones."

"Where are you going to get that money?"

"I'll get it when we reach the next island."

"Zoro, is there-."

"Don't worry about it, curly cue." And that was how Sanji knew something was wrong when Zoro turned defeated to his shower.

"Oi, you're skin's a bit red… what the hell are you doing?" Zoro grunted before grabbing some soap and starting again on his chest. "Are you depressed?"

"Like hell I'd be depressed, and to answer your early question, I'm taking a shower."

"And rubbing away your skin with… ZORO!" Sanji grabbed Zoro's arm when the other started to bleed on his arm where the metal wire scrub had done its job. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Nothing, now get out."

"NO!" Sanji whispered hoarsely in a shout when he saw other spots on the tan chest that were rubbed to the point of bleeding. "Zoro?"

"Just… get out… okay, Sanji." The whispered voice speaking his name caused Sanji to feel as if his gut was being pushed through his own blender.

"What happened?"

"It's always pristine…" the words were barely heard before Zoro actually collapsed in the tub where the water was turning a pink. "Just… can't keep up with that."

"Oi, what the hell are you-." Zoro reached up pulling Sanji into a small kiss.

"I hate it how you're always so beautiful and clean… makes me feel as if you shouldn't even be with me." The two stared at each other before Sanji shifted and got into the water to sit next to Zoro.

"I'm the one who should be saying that!" Sanji looked to the side. "I'm nothing like you and it's the same way the other way around!" the two stared at each other before Sanji side. "Get up, Chopper needs to take care of those."

"Hey, Sanji." Zoro didn't speak for a while as the cook gulped when he felt the uneasy tension. "Why do you love a monster bathed in blood all the time?"

"Because that monster fell in love with someone who's always 'pristine' and hated it."