Me: Yeah, so...don't watch Disney Movies. You'll get weird ideas like this one I got after watching Hercules.
Mid: I don't know why Hercules would involve rape though...
Me: DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE; YOU WROTE IT TOO!
Mid: ...We don't own anything, maybe the plot. I'd say it takes place after Robin joins. Please enjoy our collision of twisted minds.
A Normal Day So Far
"Why the fuck do I have to do it while Luffy and Usopp are just goofing?" Zoro spat angrily at the ship's cook, folding his arms crossly. Sanji scowled at him as he puffed on his cigarette leisurely, the sounds of the captain and marksman playing Tag around the Merry's deck. Why should Zoro have to fish for food when it was Luffy's fault that they didn't have enough to last until the next island? Nami said it would take approximately a week to arrive there; wherever Gonkenji Island was. Luffy had already eaten the meat stock without leaving so much as a single crumb for anyone else. He apologized, as always, claiming that he was really hungry at night, but that very well didn't explain why he got out of trouble for it.
"Because, shithead, I told you to do it," Sanji hissed begrudgingly, "So if you wanna eat tonight, I suggest you get your dumbass moving."
Zoro felt anger bubble in his chest as he growled lowly, holding Wadou up threateningly to the cook's throat at lightening speed. The blade gently scraped his Adam's apple as Zoro sternly stated a simple, "No." Sanji gave his own heated growl and used his foot to lightly kick the sword away, but Zoro had an advantage in upper body strength. Wadou barely moved an inch. Smirking cockily, the swordsman pressed a bit harder to see what the cook would do, and, to both of their shocking surprises, Sanji flew backwards hard into the railing. Sharp pain engulfed his lower back, and a large bruise was more than likely to form later on. Zoro blinked as he stared at his precious weapon in his hands. He did that?
Sanji groaned in pain; his eyes widening with shock. Something told the first mate that the kick of a lifetime was coming straight for his face, but he felt nothing. At some point, Zoro had closed his eyes (perhaps expecting immediate impact), and he opened them cautiously, locking gazes with the cook. Time seemed to be at a standstill as the two silently watched each other, and Zoro felt something he never felt before; strange pride in seeing that his strength outranked Sanji's by a long shot.
Usopp and Luffy's sounds were drowned out by Sanji's inner rage fit. He wanted to kick and scream and tear Zoro's shit eating grin off, but he did none of the above. He simply cleared his throat, smoothed down his suit jacket as if it had been stained, and stalked back inside the ship. Zoro could hardly believe Sanji just strolled away from a fight with his composure still intact.
"...You should apologize," Luffy's voice was suddenly beside him, his expression as stoic as ever. Zoro scoffed lightly at that; like he would apologize to the overly dramatic idiot. The captain glanced at the other idly, scratching the back of his head as he sighed. He knew his first mate wouldn't; it was hopeless to talk about it.
"Are you sure?" Luffy questioned, quirking his eyebrow.
"Yeah. Besides," Zoro shrugged, "it's not like he'll let me go hungry. Prissy cook wouldn't dare."
"I don't think you should use his kindness as an advantage, though..."
"It's his job, isn't it? He should do it regardless," Zoro bit back.
"Mm," Luffy hummed dully as he turned to walk away, calling out for Chopper to join them in their game excitedly. Zoro watched him run towards the stern and eventually disappear behind the mikan bushes. He vaguely wondered what point Luffy was trying to get across until he side glanced at the fishing pole the love cook set against Merry's mast earlier. He glared half-heartedly at the straw hat loosely hanging off of the reel handle. So, basically, he had no choice but to (technically) apologize. Damn percipient captain.
The swordsman begrudgingly snatched up the fishing pole, slapped the straw hat over his head softly, and huffed as he made his way over to the side of the ship. Zoro knew how to fish, of course. Albeit, he hasn't done it in quite a long while. He searched for a bucket, or a bowl, or something he could use as bait; how the hell did the shit-cook expect him to fish with nothing to lure said fish? Zoro cursed mentally, scavenging the deck for anything that might seem to work. The only things he could participate with were wood and metal, and he was fairly sure neither of them would attract something edible.
A bright light suddenly blinded his vision, causing him to blink rapidly and lean backward slightly. Zoro spotted a single, small, red jewel on the deck; its shiny design and coating reflected the sun's rays in all directions. He picked it up and stared at it; must be one of Nami's. An idea sprang into his mind from noting how radiantly it shined. Fish liked colorful, bright objects, right? Nami wouldn't know if only one of her jewels went missing, would she?
"The question is...how the fuck do I bait it?" Zoro mumbled to himself. He obviously couldn't jab the hook through it, or pierce it in any way. After thinking of multiple, though useless, ways, Zoro growled in frustration and tore the hook off the line altogether. Screw it, Usopp was the expert at this sort of thing. He scowled at the pole and almost threw it down before his brain reminded him of something. Or someone.
"You should apologize."
"Mm."
Zoro's hand absently flew towards the rim of the hat. He sighed. For the captain at least, not the shitty cook. The jewel shimmered in his palm as the slight breeze blew the hook-less string over it, and Zoro got another idea. He tied the string around the ruby's middle tightly and tugged on it to make sure it wouldn't slip out. He grinned smugly; how did he not think of this before?
Satisfied, Zoro tossed the line in and leaned the pole against the railing. He flopped onto the floor, crossed his legs inwardly, and stared out into the open sea, waiting. It probably wouldn't be best to nap at a time like this; then again there was nothing else to pass the time. His eyes fluttered until his head lolled downwards, wavering on the tempting verge of sleep. As he drifted off, something suddenly tapped his boot lightly. Zoro cracked an irritable eye open, expecting the cook to appear out of nowhere, but to his shocking disappointment, it was only the fishing pole. Did he have a bite already? And why was he hoping that Sanji was there instead?
A sharp tug bent the fishing pole in half; fortunately Usopp made them flexible. Whatever Zoro caught, it was abnormally strong for a fish. When he tried to reel it in, the handle wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pulled. It was really strong then. "Come on," he groaned. One last jerk sent the line flying through the air, and the creature certainly was big, but not at all what Zoro expected. Instead of a fish, or whale, or sea king for that matter, it was just a woman. She held onto the ruby as she hung in mid-air, blinking in confusion. Zoro crinkled his nose in distaste at her light green hair, which was tattered and uncombed with several sea stars decorating it. She wore nothing but a tight corset made out of kelp and shells; something that Zoro didn't care to pay much attention to.
"Oi, oi!" The woman shouted angrily at him, "The hell do you want? Aren't you gonna pull me in?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" Zoro spat. He didn't care if she was a drifter, ship-less, or some kind of mermaid. Anyone who cares more about a stupid piece of jewelry than their life isn't worth saving! "Get off my line, you damn sea hag."
"You idiot, why would you fish with a gem if you didn't want to summon me?"
Zoro stared at her in silence for a moment. "Because I didn't have any bread," he clarified. The woman wasn't pleased with that answer. She repeatedly swung her body towards the rail and jumped on the ship gracefully; the ruby never leaving her hand.
"The fuck are you doing?" he questioned irritably, "Leave. Now, woman."
The woman flicked her long, sea-salted hair in his face, much to Zoro's disgust, and snorted. "My name is Azami, but you have the pleasure of calling me Queen. Also, I can't leave; I've already taken your jewel. I must do something for you in return."
"...How about you just give it back?"
Azami squeezed the ruby in her palm lightly, and Zoro watched in confusion as it disintegrated into nothing more than dark sand. She smiled and breathed a relaxed sigh, returning her attention to the gawking swordsman. What...what just happened? Wasn't she like Nami, all money-hungry? Azami giggled, which sounded like Zoro's ears were being shredded, as the sand blew overboard into the rippling waters beneath. "Can't give it back now," she chuckled.
:~:
Rice. All they had on the ship was rice to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There were only so many rice dishes and recipes that Sanji knew, beside the fact that he didn't have enough spices to make majority of them. So, silently fuming while angrily stirring a large pot of white rice was bound to piqué the concern of the women behind him sooner or later. "Sanji-kun? Are you feeling okay?" Nami asked, knowing a floating heart would probably hit her on the forehead in the next second. However, even Robin raised an eyebrow at the lack of response. The cook's shoulders were rigid, and his movements were stiff as if he had be completely still for weeks on end.
"Cook-san?" she tried a little louder, but Sanji still hadn't acknowledged her.
"Cook-san?"
"-bastarded, stick-swinging-"
"Cook-san?"
"-mold headed, asshating-"
"Sanji-kun!"
"-motherfucker," Sanji finished with a grind of his teeth. The navigator and archaeologist sighed simultaneously in exasperation. Zoro must be the cause of the cook's rage, Robin concluded, but what happened to make Sanji this upset? Nami tried a different approach, one that would be foolproof (normally) on getting his attention. "My, Robin," she gasped dramatically, pressing her hands against her cheeks, "I think my bikini string is broken!"
No floaty hearts, no enormous amounts of blood spewing everywhere, no over-exaggerated love poems; Sanji just loomed over the counter, giving each grain of rice a dirty look.
That bastard, he mentally yelled, how the hell did he get so strong? When did he get so strong? I thought we were equal, though I was obviously better. Damn it, as if his regular upper body strength wasn't bad enough. I've got to have something over him; I know it. My charm? Cooking? Smarts? That Neanderthal doesn't have any of that for sure. Sanji grinned deviously to himself, And I'm positive the moron's never gotten laid before.
Yes, if Sanji had some type of an advantage over the swordsman, it absolutely had to be sex. He met at least two women who were interested in him at every port and, considering there was enough time, he'd stay at an inn with them for a night. Being a gentleman and not an uncouth slob certainly had magnificent results. What woman in her right mind would want Zoro willingly? Granted, his dark eyes might be a little alluring, and the rippling muscles he has aren't bulging like a monster's, and his ambitions are respectable, and he's actually able to be nice if he wants...
But that hair! Just weird and unnatural!
Well, it sort of worked on Zoro. Sanji would almost call it cute.
Why the hell am I even thinkin--
"Sanji-kun?"
The cook yelped as he flinched at the sudden closeness of a random, but lovely, voice. The pot of rice was almost tipped over in his haste. Nami was right by his side, staring with wide, disbelieving eyes. Robin watched as Sanji apologized genuinely and went back stirring, hoping that the starch wouldn't be over cooked from his distracting thoughts.
"I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU!"
"WELL, THAT'S JUST TOO GODDAMN BAD!"
"LEAVE!"
"NO!"
A scream followed after the shouting; it sounded extremely feminine, too much so to be Usopp. The three in the galley rushed outside quickly, spotting the captain and sharpshooter on the way out. Chopper followed behind them, medical bag in hand and ready for anything. However, none of them were ready for this.
Azami was lifted high in the air above Zoro's head by said swordsman, who looked ready to snap and go on a violent rampage. Sanji growled to himself; he didn't know her, but no woman should be handled roughly! And Zoro looked like he was going to throw her overboard!
"Put me DOWN," she roared, thrashing in Zoro's hands.
"Will you leave already if I do?" he asked calmly.
"FAT CHANCE!"
Zoro shrugged casually, "Alright." Just as he aimed her for the water, sharp pain engulfed both of his ankles, and he felt his weight numbly drag him to his knees. Azami should have fell on him, but didn't, unlike he expected. He glanced back, immediately scowling at the shit-cook towering over him with the sea hag heroically in his arms. The bastard needed to stay out of things for once.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Zoro?" Nami scolded. She would have knocked him on the head if he didn't appear to be pissed enough already. Azami scoffed and climbed down from the cook, ignoring him as if Sanji didn't exist or, better yet, save her from a rather nasty fall. She patted herself down, snootily cleaning off her seaweed corset and matching short skirt with a displeased frown. Robin suddenly made an uncertain noise in the back of her throat; something completely unusual for the normally composed woman. Azami spotted her distraught expression, and gave an oddly smug smile in return. The rest of the Straw Hats stood in puzzlement, though.
"Nico Robin," she stated sweetly. Zoro rolled his eyes; bipolar hag.
"Queen Azami," Robin nodded curtly.
"I presume everything is fine since we last met each other. You know, when you ripped my head right off my shoulders?"
"Terribly sorry about that; I was only doing what I was told. I hope there are no hard feelings for that little objective."
"Perish the very thought, darling! I've had worse things done to me. My, how you've grown since then!"
Zoro crossed his arms over his chest impatiently. "So, are you leaving or what?" he said dryly, earning a brutal kick in the shin. Azami pointed an accusing finger at him, and was about to repeat what she had already told him countless times until Robin interjected with a soft gasp. Again, the poor Straw Hats were left in the dust. "Kenshi-san, you didn't throw a gem into the ocean, did you?" she questioned.
Zoro didn't know how to respond. The older woman said it as if it meant the end of the world. Apparently his silence answered for him, and Robin shook her head in raging annoyance. "W-Why?" Zoro frowned, "What does it matter?"
"If you did, you're a fucking idiot."
Everyone's attention went towards Sanji, who took a long drag from his cigarette. He was leaning slightly on the very rail he was thrown into moments ago, Zoro noted. Robin hardly expected to have her so called "thunder stolen," but was more than willing to know how the other knew about this sort of thing. After another drag was blown out of his lungs, Sanji continued, "Sailors threw small bits of their treasure in the sea whenever they needed a favor for generations. May it be financial, advice, or sexual, Sea Witches came to the ships immediately. Once they take what you had to offer, they use it to add on to their life spans and you can't get it back. Sea Witches won't leave until they've repaid you. If you wait too long or piss them off, they'll take something important from you. Whether you get it back or not is up to them." Sanji flashed a miniature smirk, "So, kelphead, what're you gonna do?"
The Merry was dead silent for once; nothing but gentle waves could be heard as everyone stared patiently at the swordsman, who was irritated to no end. He didn't want anything. He didn't know about this strange, unnatural shit before. Couldn't this count as an accident and they could move on? Considering Luffy's enthusiastic shouts, he couldn't.
"I want my own chicken," the captain claimed. Almost everyone's eyebrows disappeared into their hair lines for a split second at that honest statement as Luffy only stood there as if nothing was amiss. Nami came to her senses before anyone else, "Uh...why?"
"Hm? OH! Because chickens make eggs, which means endless food! And if I get tired of eggs, I can eat the chicken," Luffy grinned manically.
Azami shook her head solemnly, "I'm afraid I can only give something to...Zoro, was it? So I suggest you quickly make your decision, mutant marimo."
Ignoring the obvious amused expression on Sanji's face, along with the snickers, Zoro growled at the overused insult. The sea witch was offering to give him anything in the world, and yet he wanted nothing but for her to leave the Merry, or maybe this life. There was something off about her, strangely so that Zoro didn't want to get involved with her. Whether it was her tattered looks, her crude nature, or the devious vibe coming off her. "Fine, you know what I want?" Zoro finally stated dryly, "I want you to leave."
"ARGH! You are so damn frustrating! I gave you a chance and you went and blew it foolishly! Something of yours is now mine to keep; Hell only knows if you deserve it back!"
Zoro only hoped that it wasn't Wadou.
Suddenly, the swordsman felt as if he had been shot by a pistol, and the wound was inflicted on his entire body. His head ached powerfully, he legs actually felt weak, and his heart hammered in his chest at a life-threatening speed. A transparent, crimson cloud formed around his now limp limbs, and it shot towards Azami's raised, expecting hand, taking Zoro's will to stand as well. He fell forward onto his knees, panting lightly as his eyes drooped closed. Zoro could have sworn his heart stopped before he saw darkness, and the faint sound of Luffy's rage rung in his ears. He finally collapsed onto his back with a single labored breath.
The cloud was the same color as fresh blood, making it look more radiant than it actually was. Azami, dismissing the shocked and concerned faces of the crew, hummed as she studied it. The swordsman apparently needed this if he was ever going to fulfill his dreams, a very egotistical one if she did say so herself. "O great oceans far and wide, in your depths let this attribute temporarily reside," she quoted as the cloud flickered violently. What was once Zoro's flew into the water a few yards away, a strong and loud explosion following afterwards. It rocked the Merry a bit, but did her or anyone else no real harm.
The sea witch raised her eyebrows in surprise, resting her chin on the back of her hand casually. "Wow, far bigger than a normal person's," she commented.
No one could stop Luffy from charging at her, not even Robin and Sanji's warnings of what the outcome would be. The captain still chose to swing at Azami, who expertly caught his fist in mid-attack. Luffy scowled at her as she squeezed it teasingly, and set it down back at his side. Luffy didn't attempt anymore movements. "I didn't kill him," she clarified, "and he should get it back within a week. It will teach him a lesson, that is, if he isn't too thick headed." She jumped over the railing skillfully and fell in the water with a small splash; Luffy rushing over the edge as fast as he could. If he couldn't fight her, he only had one important question to ask before she vanished.
"What did you take from him?!" he yelled, but he only received bubbles coming up to the surface.
:~:
Chopper checked Zoro's entire body for cuts, poison, blood, gashes, but there was nothing. No bones broken like usual or head trauma; he simply fainted. There really was no reason for him to be in the infirmary, he should be waking up any second. Everybody waited for him restlessly, especially the love cook. Seeing Zoro unable to do anything to defend himself or fight back always made Sanji feel superior, even if it only lasted for a couple of hours. But now he knows that he'll never be superior, not with the swordsman's current enormous strength boggling his mind constantly.
"Oi, Chopper, find anything?" Sanji asked, chewing on his unlit cigarette impatiently.
Chopper appeared to be confused, twirling his hooves together, "No, nothing. That's what's worrying me. When you faint, it's either because you're overwhelmed, or because you're lacking something. But Zoro...he's perfectly fine. I can't help in any way." The young doctor was practically in tears because of his uselessness, and Sanji's heart almost broke at the sight. Chopper was the kind of person that should never be sad, that didn't deserve to have his feelings hurt. Just like an overprotective big brother, Sanji patted the other's hat while rubbing his antlers comfortingly, receiving a small sniffle for his efforts.
The cook smiled, "I'm sure it'll be alright. There's nothing serious to worry about."
"Sanji...?" Chopper timidly called.
"Yes?"
"Why...are you in here in the first place? You've never come in here when Zoro was hurt."
The blonde man blinked. Why was he in the infirmary? He hated medical things; their looks, smells, procedures; but he hadn't even noticed them. It seemed like it was only him, Chopper, and an unconscious Zoro in the room. He shrugged lightly, claiming that he felt he needed to be present, but he knew that wasn't the whole truth.
"Zoro~! Wake up~! Right now~! Be okay~! So we can play~! ALL DAY~! Hooray~!" The captain's booming voice could be heard from the deck, along with Nami demanding that he be quiet for the swordsman's sake. Why he thought singing would help the situation, Sanji didn't know. He was too busy thinking about different rice and sushi recipes for tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or whenever Zoro woke up.
Dinner had already passed, the Merry was soundless and dark as the sun declared its job was done for the day. Zoro hadn't woke up yet, even after the table was cleared and the multiple dishes were washed. It wasn't Chopper that stayed by his bedside, oddly enough and to everyone's puzzlement, Sanji wanted to look over him instead. Luffy supposed it was fine, but his exact words were "Don't you dare try to fight him when he wakes up." Sanji took that as an okay to be the swordsman's guardian.
So, being forbidden to smoke his cigarettes inside the infirmary, the cook sat on the edge of the mattress, one long leg crossed over the other lazily as he leaned his upper body on the bed post. Suddenly, Zoro gave a loud yawn, sitting up so casually like he just had a normal fucking nap. It pissed Sanji off to no extent. He was expecting panic, frantic motions, or even screams of pain. But no, the idiot swordsman only scratched the back of his skull with little interest and arched his back in a long stretch. Zoro looked around, confusion obvious on his tired features, "What happened? Why am I in here?"'
"You pissed off a sea witch. Actually, you pissed of the Queen of Sea Witches. You're literally, royally fucked," Sanji explained, chuckling at his own joke. Zoro gave him a sour look and then shrugged once he noticed all three of his swords lying on Chopper's desk. As long as they were safe, as well as the crew, Zoro didn't give a damn what the witch took. It probably wasn't that important to him as she thought it was anyway.
"Cook..." the swordsman called.
"Mm?"
Zoro could have asked multiple things including why Sanji was there, if they had dinner already, if the crew was worried or not, what time it was, but he didn't. He wanted to know something more than anything else, and it didn't make sense to him. Why did he care about what the cook felt? And he was positive it wasn't guilt that pushed him to this. Perhaps it was Luffy's subliminal messages. Then again, Zoro didn't think "subliminal messages" and "Luffy" could be put in the same sentences.
Choosing to stare at Sanji's dress shoes instead of his curious, expectant face, Zoro absently fiddled with the blanket. "Are you...still angry about earlier?"
The cook, apparently startled by the topic, raised an eyebrow. Zoro was acting quite timid, which usually wasn't the first mate's way of acting on things. Sanji slowly shook his head, debating on whether or not he should speak. It felt extremely awkward to hear the concern in the other's voice for once. The silence itself was deafening afterwards; Zoro still playing with the blanket's corner and Sanji focusing on the doorknob.
"Why are you here?" he said roughly, making it seem like a normal argument-starter between them. Sanji only blinked a few times. Did Zoro not want him to be here for some reason? Even though Sanji did it out of the kindness in his heart?! That bastard!
"I was trying to be nice, you asshole! I even kept your food hot for you!"
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"Because I CAN! Because I'm emotionally and physically able to, unlike some barbaric plants!"
"You're never nice to me," Zoro spat, "Why are you starting now?"
"If it's so unusual, maybe I should stop all together! No more extra booze, no more giving you more meat whenever Luffy steals yours, no more going easy on restocking so you won't have to carry as much; I'm a nice person, damn it!"
"I don't need you to be nice to me! It's weird and, frankly, it isn't you." Zoro didn't know what or why he was saying this anymore. It only seemed to make the cook angrier in general.
"Are you saying I'm not kind?" Sanji bit out through clenched teeth.
"Only to women. Though I doubt how you treat them is considered kind."
Something curled around Zoro's neck before he could sense the other moving or stop him. Sanji's hand, his precious cooking tool, squeezed the swordsman's throat lightly, but kept a firm grip. Zoro brought up a single hand and clasped it around the other man's wrist to forcibly pull it away, but to his surprise, he couldn't. Zoro tugged and struggled effortlessly until his fingers began to hurt from how hard he was gripping. How had the cook become so...so strong in such a short amount of time?
The blonde man could only stare in sick pride and amazement at Zoro's determined efforts. Was he just mocking him? He couldn't be; Zoro was obviously starting to panic. Sanji knew his grip was nothing more than a feather touch, but the other was acting as if it were a noose. However, this observation didn't stop his rage. "Just because I don't show it dramatically, I guarantee that I'm kind. And stop faking, you ass. I know you're stronger than that," Sanji growled.
Zoro bit his bottom lip out of frustration. No matter how hard he tried, his arms appeared to be too weak to even move a leaf. Saying that the cook was stunned was quite the understatement. Sanji was barely touching Zoro's neck now, but the swordsman still couldn't push his hand out of the way. At this exact moment, Zoro stopped his movements and met Sanji's tranced gaze; it was just like earlier, only their roles switched. The embarrassment, the strange pride, and, for Sanji's part, a bit of arousal.
The swordsman didn't try to move the hand anymore; that would cause more humiliation. It was fairly clear that he physically couldn't. So, having no other choice, Zoro sat there in the eyes of the cook, waiting patiently for him to finally move. Though, Sanji had no such of intentions. The light, barely noticeable blush on the marimo's face was...overwhelming. Almost too much to bear. Slowly, while watching the fear sink into Zoro's expression, Sanji leaned in closer and closer, holding Zoro's face in place. The cook felt Zoro's neck muscles tense, obviously wanting to escape. Why couldn't he fight back?
Sanji pressed his lips against the first mate's stoic ones firmly. He forced his tongue past Zoro's soft lips, which tried their best to stay closed. His mouth was incredibly hot; the cook never imagined how amazing another man's mouth could be, even though said man wasn't participating. Zoro continued to struggle after a moment's hesitation in shock, attempting to push Sanji away by his forehead but having no such luck. The invading tongue tickled pleasantly, and if it were anyone else doing this to him, Zoro probably would have let them. But not Sanji; that was where he drew the damn line.
"C-cook," he managed when Sanji finally pulled back for air. There was strain in his voice, a mixture between anger, humiliation, and desire. The blonde's blue eyes bore into him intensely; what he wanted, Zoro couldn't tell. And it frightened him.
"Get off me," the swordsman breathed in a whisper, afraid that his voice would crack if his volume rose.
"...What if I don't want to?" Sanji smirked lightly.
"You don't get a fucking choice. Get. Off."
"Why don't you make me, shithead?" The cook took a hold of both of Zoro's wrists, and slammed them above his head with no resistance whatsoever. Zoro...actually let him do it, and he wasn't trying to escape seriously. A few wiggles and squirms were given, but he could have broken free if he really wanted.
"You're sick, Marimo," Sanji hissed, deliberately tightening his grip, "You just like playing the helpless victim."
Helpless...?
Zoro's thrashing became wilder, but still did nothing helpful. "I am not helpless, Shitty cook! I'll fucking slice you to bits!"
Sanji didn't respond. He used one hand to keep Zoro's wrists together, and used his free one to trail down the other's well-toned torso. Zoro arched his body away from the hot touch immediately, that simple action being possible the only thing he could do at this point.
A knock on the door made Sanji scowl and reluctantly release the swordsman. Zoro threw a punch towards his head, but only accomplished awkwardly quirking his head slightly to the side. Chopper walked into the room on that precise moment, ecstatic about the swordsman's conscious state, but confused over the strange position they were in. Sanji frowned as well, fairly sure that that should have knocked him out, or at least somewhat hurt.
Chopper closed the door, "Zoro? How do you feel?"
As Zoro leaned into the pillows and opened his mouth, he glanced at Sanji for a split second, feeling his bones turn ice-cold. The cook gave him the dirtiest of looks, silently promising nothing short of death would occur if he said something. A lump in his throat formed suddenly as he stared at the young doctor, who had already went to retrieve his clipboard. "Well?"
"I...I would appreciate a check-up," Zoro mumbled, crossing his arms.