Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, I only own the creation of the Magma~Jade and Fulton's Fever and my OCs: High Cloud, Margalla and Reaka.

A/N: This is a fanfic somewhat based on the odd game my brother and I play, where his Zoro plush has feelings for me and I reject him. So in this fanfic, Reaka (she's Hispanic) will be taking my place as the one he has feelings for, let's see if she falls unlike me. Which means he may be a little out of character at times but I'll try to keep true to it, so forgive me. Also (M) rating for blood and violence, and I'm not big on cursing, I hardly ever do it in real life so I won't using it here. So unfortunately, Sanji and Zoro are gonna seem a little off. Very sorry about this, I feel bad it's ok if you wanna rub it in. ^^

Also I like the Japanese attacks better so I'll be using those instead of the English ones and I'll also be throwing some Japanese words in for effect. ^^

*Edit* I'm going back and fixing the sentence alignment so that it's easier to read for newcomers for this story. ^^

Molten Love

Odd awakenings

"My, my. It would seem that our guest is coming around, eh High Cloud?" Came the voice of an older woman somewhere nearby. Zoro slowly woke up, groaning from the horrid pain that shot through his body. Unable to move his body for the time being he simply opened his eyes to look at the owner of the voice. he saw a woman with her graying hair in a bun who seemed to be in her late sixties, wearing odd looking cloths, a light blue (1)puebla dress with a brown and dark red (2)quechquémitl over it. She sat in a rocking chair embroidering a small piece of linen, as a small, gray fox-like creature lay on her lap licking its paw pads.

"Ma'am, where am I?" He asked, forcing the words from his mouth. At this point, even breathing was painful so he just decided to lay still and wait for a response.

"You, dear. Are in my home and infirmary, you're far from being well, so don't push yourself and just lay still. If you're hungry I can bring you some soup, I wouldn't advise you eat much else." She said to him, still rocking in her chair. Zoro let out a pained sigh.

"Food would be good." He told her as she got up and walked over to the stove at the other end of the room.

"Ma'am, just what is the reason that I'm here and who are you?" Zoro inquired as he looked at his surroundings, he was laying on a hay filled mat on the floor with his head to wall. The room in which he lay was connected to the kitchen and seemed to be the only room other than the restroom, all in all it seemed as if he was imposing on a very poor woman.

"Well, young sir. I'm Margalla Garza and you're here because my daughter found you a few days ago covered in wounds and suffering from a bad feaver," Margalla told him as she lay the clay bowl full of soup next to him and knelled down to help him lean against the wall. "Are you ok to eat by yourself?" She asked as she was about to stand. Zoro's body resisted the painful movement but he nodded anyways, not wanting to make the elderly woman work harder. Noticing the nod Margalla slowly stood up and continued her explanation.

"It would seem that you've been infected with a virus-like-poison called Fulton's Fever, a extremely lethal poison if not taken care of, lucky for you exotic poison and antidotes are my family's speciality. Given that my daughter is the best at it, she treated you, the poison's all gone but its side-effects will last for another one to two weeks, so you should just rest." Zoro forced his pained arms to move and pick up the soup as he listened to her explanation, the soup was a dark red with tripe, hominy, chopped onions and cilantro along with crushed oregano and red chili peppers, and smelled of chili and lime. He took a spoonful and was surprised at its taste, it was very odd, spicy yet oddly soothing. Still slowly eating the soup he heard a pained grunt from Margalla as she sat down.

"But unfortunately for you the side-effects include vomiting, coughing up blood, loss of breath, intense fever, chills, and pain and heat connected to the organs. But I'm sure you'll survive won't you now, Zoro Roronoa?" Margalla said, as she started to rock and embroider once more, the fox-like creature crawling back onto her lap. Zoro swallowed hard as he heard his name, this poor woman who seemed to be suffering to support herself, her pet and her daughter, would more than likely jump at the opportunity to turn him in for a bounty as large as his. Even more so now, since he was sick and weak where just breathing seemed to be unbearable, it didn't help he didn't know where his swords were.

"No point to stressing out, we not gonna turn you in and my Reaka is out cleaning your swords. She's a good swords woman, so she'll take good care of them blades of your's. You just sit back now, rest and eat your soup. You can't be a getting back to yer crew like this, so just relax, (3)Hijo." Margalla said calmly as she closed her eyes and continued rocking, the fox creature, High Cloud yawned and rolled over on its back. Zoro continued to eat his soup as he watched the woman doze off to sleep in her chair. After about ten minutes he finished the soup, putting the bowl on the ground and let out a yawn, since he couldn't get any training done in this condition he might as well take a nap to pass the time. He crossed his arms and leaned his head against the wall, he had just closed his eyes when an arousing sent filled his senses. Zoro shook his head to get rid of the feeling it brought on as he heard the tapping of sandals on wood and the sound of a soft, female voice.

"Mama, I'm back. I brought items from market you asked for and Mr. Roronoa's swords are all cleaned. Is there anything else you need from me before I go train?" Softly said the voice's owner, it was a girl that looked to be about a year younger than Zoro. She had dark brown hair, almost black with natural auburn high-lights, that went to her hips except for her bangs and the "tails" of hair in front of her ears. To keep her hair in place she wore a woven Mexican headband and woven bands on the "tails". Her clothing included a dark purple short komono, meaning it stopped about halfway down her thighs and had slits on the sides for leg movement, with lime green sakura flower pattern on it, she had long form-fitting silk socks that went to her thighs and brown woven Mexican sandals. Possibly the most noticeable things about her were that she was rather large in the chest area and that the sent was coming from her, it smelled of spice and lavender, an odd combination yet still soothing. The girl looked up from the basket of market foods she was carrying and saw that her mother was asleep yet Zoro was awake now.

"Oh, good evening. Are you feeling better? Here." Reaka said as she laid the basket on the counter and walked over to Zoro with his swords, knelling down, the closer she got the more intense sent was. She laid them next to him and stood up.

"Well, I should be going. I have to keep up my training as you know, so I'll be heading out. You should get some more rest, I'll be right outside so call if you need anything." Reaka told him, smiling sweetly as she picked up High Cloud and draped a blanket over her mother then replaced High Cloud to his spot on her lap. She then went over to her mat and grabbed something from under her blanket, once uncovered Zoro saw that it was a beautiful cutlass and very well taken care of. Reaka gave him a smile as she turned out the lights and walked outside to train, the sent drifting away with her.

'There is something definitely screwy here, what was up with that weird perfume she was wearing. Ah, what ever!' Zoro thought to himself and drifted off to sleep.

(1-2) are types of Mexican clothing

(3) means son in spanish

Also I know its not very good, but it's one of my first fanfics, so constructive crit is always good and I'm really sorry about spelling and grammer. ^^

And just incase anyone was wondering what he was eating, it's called Menudo a type of mexican soup.