Warnings: Yaoi, language
Pairing: ZoSan
Please review and be gentle! Critizes are welcome! Thx!
Hi! My first english Fanfic! Not Beta readed. Critics are welcome! Hope you enjoy it! I do not own One Piece! It´s just a Hobby! If you find some mistakes, please review I´ll correct them as fast as possible! Thx!
His Hands
He had risked his hands… For HIM! Or better to say for his sword. He had risked the most precious things in his life. His hands, which he needed to fulfill his dream.
For the most precious thing in HIS life…: ´Wadou´.
One single question had been left: "Why?"
Zoro looked at the bandages which were bond around the cooks´ hands. Better to say he stared at them.
"Hey, Marimo! You should better keep cutting the vegetables if you don´t want your big salad- head in one of the bowls for supper." The blonde said, not even lifting his head up, since he was reading in a cookbook.
The ´Marimo´ actually was preparing the supper. He did this voluntarily even if he was not happy about it.
The shit- cook had rescued it. His white sword which he got so many years ago to fulfill the promise to Kuina, his dead girlfriend.
At a sunny island, they ran into an enemy. Zoro fought with all his might but the enemy was strong. He was able to slap Wadou out of Zoros hand. It flew through the air almost right down the cliff they were fighting at. The cook didn´t hesitate and jumped after the sword. He grabbed it at the blade and fell off the cliff. He was able to cling himself at the sharp stones of the cliff.
Now, he had deep cuts through his right palm and lost two fingernails of the left hand and also had deep scratches in it.
One week later, Zoro helped him in the kitchen. He did this almost every day because he felt guilty for what did happen. And he still didn´t figure out, why the hell the bastard did catch it with HIS HANDS! The cook hated him, he knew this. And he also did not like the stupid love- cook. He did not hate him but he didn´t like him either…
The Marimo seemed not to hear the words that were spoken, so Sanji finally looked up and said
"WHAT?" angrily.
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Your hands… Why?" Zoro mumbled.
"Because I catched your stupid toy and almost fell off a cliff. You are too young to get senile, aren´t you?" the cook asked.
With these words the cook turned back reading.
Zoro kept staring.
One minute…
Two minutes…
Five minutes…
"If you´ve got more to say you shitty swordsman do it right now or I´ll screw you and kick your ass right into the ocean!" the cook growled with a deep, dangerous voice.
"Why?"
"What ´WHY´?" the blonde yelled.
Zoro kept staring… Two more minutes went by. They looked at each other in silence not even blinking.
"SIGH! Be- because…" the cook finally murmured and looked down at the table.
"Because I know, even if you didn´t tell me anything about it… I know, this sword is special to you… isn´t it?"
Zoro looked as if something had hit him right in his face.
"W- Why do you know?" he asked confused.
"Your look"
"What?"
"You´re looking at this sword almost… I don´t know I just know it is special and precious and you need it to fulfill your dreams so- stop fucking asking me such weird questions!"
"… But you hate me, don´t ya?" Zoro asked in confusion. "So why did you risk your hands to help me?"
"We´re Nakama, even if I don´t like you, aren´t we?"
The Marimo nodded.
"So- STOP fucking asking or get out of my kitchen!"
Again silence fell over the both figures sitting in the Galley. After some minutes Zoro murmured:
"NEVER do this again, shit- cook!"
"What? What did you say? Are you crazy or something?" the cook yelled angrily.
"I can´t believe to say this, but it is like it is and it has to be said: Your hands are SPECIAL, too!"
Sound of a cigarettes which fell out of the blondes mouth right onto the floor.
"Marimo, I…"
"You can replace a sword, even if THIS ONE seems irreplaceable. But your hands… You need them to fulfill YOUR dreams and your hands REALLY are irreplaceable, so never EVER do such things again!"
With this words Zoro turned back cutting the vegetables.
The cook grunted and shaked his head.
Since when did this stupid Marimo get so sentimental, all of a sudden?