Zoro

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Zoro passed by the same bakery in town. He would never admit that he was lost because he wasn't. The town just kept moving on him damnit! With a sigh he just sat in front of the store in a very manly way, he was totally not sulking. It would be another long night. As if to prove him right the cold winter air picked up sending chills across his body. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around him as a man he could handle the cold. Without a care in the world he leaned back against the building and propped his legs up. Within minutes he was asleep.

Sanji

It was midnight and the Baratie was a ghost town. Not one customer in sight. Earlier the shitty old man had kicked him on the head when he tried to leave after his shift was over. "Clean this place up Curly Q" Zeff had yelled motioning with his hands to the mess that a birthday party had left. After much yelling and a few more kicks Sanji decided he would do the man a favor and clean it up. He was nice like that after all and it had nothing to do with the knot on his head. Sanji rubbed at it wincing. The place looked a hell of a lot nicer now.

He grumbled about certain shitty old men under his breath and reached in his pocket for a smoke. The old man wouldn't like that he was smoking especially with signs everywhere stating not to. No smoking in the restaurant! This means you too Eggplant! He stared at the poster with disgust. When they were first posted Sanji had turned fifty shades of red and three knots were added onto his head. Apparently it was a sin to burn the old mans posters.

He stood there smoking on his cancer stick letting the nicotine calm his nerves before he headed out into the night. He lived close to the Baratie, so he never thought to waste time and money driving to work. Plus walking was exercise and exercise was good, so he walked. Besides it gave him time to think about all the beautiful ladies that had graced him with their presences that day.

His mind had wondered to one of the ladies he had seen tonight and he was expertly blowing smoke hearts out his nose when the ground met his face. His face heated up and he was glad that night had fallen hours ago and people seemed to avoid it. Otherwise he would have been the towns gossip for a good laugh. One swift movement he was back on his feet as if nothing had happened. Brushing his clothes off he looked behind him to see what had been so kind as to walk in front of him. Legs? They weren't just legs connected to them was a body.

Sanji took in the man in front of him that had found it amusing to fall asleep on the sidewalk on a cold wintery night. The man was a bulky,not just compared to him bulky the man had muscles like a god, built man with long sturdy legs. He raised his chin high his own legs were definitely better. The mystery hobo was leaned back against the bakery his legs sprawled out and arms crossed over his chest. A deep scowl was painted on his face and a snore echoed from his throat.

He leaned closer to the man, something about him amused him. A car drove by casting a light in their direction and a small gasp escaped his lips. He has green hair! Marimo! He snickered raising his curly brow in amusement and his eyes were back on the man willingly his hand reached forward to touch the mop on the mans head. Was it soft? No it couldn't be it looked rough like grass... A firm hand reached out and gripped his arm. He was so tranced that he yelped and raised his leg ready to kick his attacker.

Cold hazel eyes stared up at him. Not willing to lose he stared back with just as cold blue eyes. "What are you doing?" the stranger growled releasing his arm. He slowly put his leg back onto the ground.

"None of your business" the blond retorted. He didn't have to explain himself he was a man damnit. Besides it would be awkward to flat out say" well your hair is green so i wanted to feel it. Not that i touch every new persons hair or anything its just that yours is green..." The rambling in his head was cut off as the man stood up cracking the bones in his back. He yawned scratching his head absentmindedly, one eye closed the other focused intently on the blond.

With a scowl the Marimo yelled," It is my business you were about to touch me!"

He put on his best innocent face," Was I?"

The green haired man recoiled back a confused look in his eye that quickly changed to anger, "Don't play dumb with me Dartbrow!" he growled through clenched teeth.

Dartbrow! Sanji's hand instinctively went to his eye brow and he gasped,"What was that you called me Marimo!?" he yelled. No way was a complete stranger going to make fun of him.

The man raked his fingers through his hair in frustration,"my name isn't Marimo" he sneered giving the blond a deadly glare.

The blond retaliated just as furious,"Well mine isn't Dartbrow!" he yelled happy when he saw the will to fight leave the green idiots face. He had won. Marimo plopped down on the ground with a huff," I dont care just go" he breathed turning his head to the side with a pout.

Sanji sat down next to the man who immediately stiffened. He pretended he didn't notice and curled his knees up against his chest. The wind picked up and he shivered hugging himself for more warmth. The man next to him slowly relaxed and he wondered if he had fallen asleep again. With a glance to the side he said," my names Sanji"

"Zoro" the bigger man grunted.

Sanji stood up and cast a smile down at Zoro, "Well it was nice to meet you Zoro" he said "maybe we will see each other again" With that he walked down the street leaving a very confused Marimo in the cold. How had their meeting been nice? All they did was argue the whole time. A small smile placed itself on Zoros lips and he found the resolve to try to get home again.

They wouldn't see each other for two more years.