I need to seriously come up with better ideas. I need all one piece fans to unite and write as many fics as they can to move one piece up. It's falling in popularity. That makes me angry! One piece is good! IT's excellent.
"What do you want?"
"I came to give you soup baka."
"I don't want it!" Sanji pouted and turned his head away and the chicken soup in front of him.
"Is it because you didn't make it?" He shook his head.
"Is it because I made it?" Sanji nodded. Zoro looked at the soup and then looked at the sick man in front of him. "Sanji what do you always say to me and Luffy when we're ill?"
Sanji sighed and muttered inaudibly. "What was that Ero-cook, I couldn't here you?"
"Chicken soup is the best thing along with Chopper's medicine to cure a cold or flu, now take the damn soup and fuck off!"
"Exactly now take the damn soup"
"You miss a bit, anyway why'd you make me soup?"
"Well you can't make it and it helps with recovery. The sooner you get better the sooner we get your food back"
Zoro placed the tray on Sanji's lap. Sanji tried to ignore it but the soup did smell pretty good and he was hungry. He gingerly took the spoon into his hand and dipped it into the beige coloured soup. Only a little as it was still hot and to be frank he was a little scared to try it. After blowing on it for a little Sanji slowly sipped on the soup. His palate was immediately hit with an overwhelming sense of flavour. It had a kick of spice and the chicken had been slowly cooked so it was tender.
"Where the fuck did you learn to cook?"
"I was one my own before I meet Luffy, I had to eat. I only know simple things that you can do on the road."
"Good point, this is really good."
"Wow a compliment, you sure are sick."
"Shut up!"
Zoro sat on the edge of the bed not too far from Sanji as he slurped the soup down. He stared at Sanji with his normal bored expression but it made Sanji a little uncomfortable. Zoro scooted a little closer to him.
"Don't get too close you might get a cold."
"Oh well" Zoro's face inched closer to his. Sanji could smell the natural musk of the bigger man's, it smelt almost as good as the soup. He was getting closer, he could feel the other's breathe on his. He could move, his breathe hitched in his mouth and he started to get nervous.
"What's the matter Cook?"
"N-nothing." Just then the doctor of the ship chose that opportune moment to check on the sick chef. Both men in the room turned to the little reindeer.
"ZORO! DON'T KISS SICK PEOPLE! Now I have the give you a check-up" Behind him the crew had formed around to witness this kiss.
"God damn it!"
What is it with me and short fics. I can't even be bothered the do the normal thing I do. I'm sooooo lazy. Time for a hot milk :D.