Sanji woke to the irritating sound of his phone ringing. He slid out of the bed careful not to wake the beauty next to him.
The display on his phone showed Zoro's name and the picture of a marimo that he'd googled and set as his image, brought a sly smile to his face even now. Now being almost three in the morning, fuck sake Zoro this had better be important.
He slid his finger over the screen to the answer button. Answering whilst rubbing sleep out his eyes.
'What is it moss head?' no point in wasting pleasantries on a plant after all.
'Can you come pick me up?'
Strange no insults he sounded as tired as Sanji felt maybe that's why.
'Kuina kick your ass again? What the hell were you two still doing up, you have that competition tomorrow'
Sanji fumbled around for a cigarette whilst using his shoulder to hold the phone he lit the cigarette, waiting for Zoro to answer.
'Look can you come get me or not curly'
Finally an insult tension Sanji hadn't even realised he had been holding was released.
'Fraid not mossy. I got lucky last night and you know me I like to at least make them a breakfast fit for a Queen'
The phone stayed quiet and Sanji began to worry he'd been cut off before Zoro finally spoke.
'I knew you were never serious about us, I know we're just friends but just this once can you please just come' This was unlike Zoro normally he'd just laugh it off or wind Sanji up.
Sanji felt his stomach twist what the fuck was wrong with the moss ball. He picked up the TV remote and sat down on the couch.
He had already done the talk with Zoro. Friends with benefits nothing more. He knew that Zoro wanted more but Sanji was all about the woman. Their perfect beauty needed to be worshipped but apparently he liked plant life too….more specifically one marimo plant. He couldn't do it though he couldn't go further with Zoro, if he went to him now that was the wrong signal to send, he could feel anxiety and guilt crushing his chest as he made what he hoped was the right decision.
'Look Zoro get Koshiro to take you home, I'll come over this evening and we can talk ok? You can tell me whatever Kuina did to piss you off this time or if you're skipping the competition I'll come this afternoon.'
The line was silent, he heard a few slow deep breaths before some rustling and the call got cut off.
The fucker had hung up on him. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and lit a new one. His body shook slightly with rage erasing all feelings of guilt and anxiety, that god damned fucker had hung up on him and he'd been civil to the…
The channel he had flicked onto was the 24 hour news channel. It showed a building that was on fire, the kind of fire where you'll be lucky if there's anything left once it's out. The fire fighters were doing their best but what caught Sanji's attention was the ambulance sitting to the side, a figure sitting in the open back. They may have been black from the soot and a thick trail of blood went down on side of his face; that green hair though stood out anywhere. That was Zoro which meant that building must be the dojo. Sanji felt his stomach twist and all the earlier anxiety came back in force, Zoro just sat there staring at his phone like someone had died.
No surely he would have said if….
Even with the communication skills of a rock he would have mentioned if someone had died right?
Then again he never mentioned the fire, the ambulance and the bleeding.
God dammit Marimo
Sanji stubbed out his cigarette and bolted to the bedroom grabbed his clothes and began throwing them on. He wrote an apology to the angel rather than wake her, he could break his rules once right? He'd worry about that later first he had to go retrieve that moss brained idiot. He glanced at the TV screen as he went to switch it off noticing the absence of green.
All character belong to Oda obviously.
First story please don't be too harsh. Mainly just wrote this down because I need to get it out of my head so I can study.
So thanks if you actually read this.