A/N: Kind of contains spoilers.

Ratting: K+

Fluffy SanZo

Dribble Series: Galley Romance Part one

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece

Strange five minutes

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After the two years passed and everyone reunited Sanji was in his kitchen and cooking a feast for the crew. He was thinking about how everyone changed over the two years. In personality no one had really changed, but in looks everyone did a little bit.

Nami has longer hair, Robin was now wearing long skirts and was showing her face a bit more, Franky is bigger, Usopp looks tougher, Chopper got bigger in his walk point, Luffy seemed a bit taller, Brook has new clothing and Zoro… well he now has a scar over his left eye and in some light he looks pretty.

It was odd and Sanji knew it, but when he first seen the swordsman he really thought he did look kind of pretty. His hair slightly longer and pushed back the way it did, it gave his face a feminine touch. Maybe I was at that island far too long. He thought to himself and grabbed several large platters and began to fill each one with all sorts of food.

The galley door opened and Sanji glanced to see who it was. He was a bit surprised to see it was the man he was just thinking about. "What do you want?" he asked as he started to chop vegetables.

Zoro watched Sanji for a moment and placed his swords to the side, leaning them gently against the wall. "Nothing, just some sake."

"I think you can wait until dinner, Marimo," Sanji said, sliding some of the tomatoes into a large bole and grabbed a few carrots.

Zoro frowned keeping his eyes on Sanji, watching his back. "Why?"

Sanji growled, placing his knife down and he washed his hands. "What do you mean why? Because Zoro, I'm not going to give you some sake knowing you will drink it all in one gulp! It's a waist."

"You just like to complain, just give me some in a mug then. There shouldn't be a problem with that," he said, stepping over to the cook and reaching for the cabinet.

Sanji stopped him, pressing his hand over the cabinet door and he turned to Zoro with a scowl. Until he seen something a bit unexpected; Zoro pouting. Sanji blinked and dropped his hand to the side not sure what to do with that look. It was just cute.

He's not a woman, but he is defiantly pretty…, and cute…! What am I thinking? I've been on that island too long. He thought to himself and looked away from the swordsman. "No."

"Come on shitty-brow Just let me have something to drink. You have to admit it's been a long journey and I would like to have some booze before dinner even if it's just a mouthful," Zoro complained. "I bet if I was a woman you would get me something to drink!"

Sanji sighed, glancing at Zoro once more, almost afraid what he might see. Again Zoro was pouting, but also looking at him. Though the man was right, if Nami or Robin would have asked for a mug of sake he would have gladly let them. He shook his head. He was being a sexist, and backwards. He also said he would do anything for a pretty face.

"All right, go ahead and take a bottle of Sake," he said, feeling defeated. He waved a hand and turned back to his vegetables.

Zoro blinked, surprised his little rant worked. Smiling he went over to the alcohol rack and grabbed a bottle. He uncorked it with his teeth and took a large gulp. He turned back to Sanji. "Thanks." He said and sat at the table to finish his drink. Usually he would just leave, but he wanted to sit and rest for a moment. It was odd behavior, but he guessed he was just happy to be back home.

"Yeah, whatever," Sanji said, and returned to his cooking. Once the vegetables were chopped and cleaned he tossed them all into a large pot with chunks of cut meat. He could still feel the swordsman's presence behind him and he wondered why. Zoro had never stayed in the galley longer then necessary. He turned around to face the other man to question.

Zoro was just sitting there enjoying his sake. No arguing, or wanting much else but to sit and drink. Sanji blinked watching him and took a good look. Zoro's light green hair was pushed back and he could see it waved and it looked lovely. It was like looking at a woman with short hair. Though Sanji knew Zoro was no woman. Everyone on the ship had seen his scared chest before, and each of the men had shared a shower once or twice before because of lack of water.

So why did Zoro look so pretty after two years? Maybe he always looked like this and I just never noticed before. He thought to himself. Frowning he grabbed himself a glass and sat next to Zoro, setting the glass in front of him.

Zoro blinked at the glass and nodded, poring Sanji a bit of sake. The cook could be annoying, as proven earlier when they were fighting, but there were times when the cook was ok. He was all right to talk to when they were not fighting. He remembered two years before when they stood up late, just talking. Zoro had always enjoyed the cook's company and fighting with him just added to it all. He did like the cook, maybe more then he would like to admit. Too bad Sanji was only into woman.

"So, you got to train with MiHawk?" Sanji randomly asked, as he sipped his drink, watching Zoro.

Zoro nodded his head, and smiled. "Yeah," he shrugged, and continued to drink.

Sanji watched him for a moment and leaned back in his chair. He vaguely wondered what it would be like to be with a man. He supposed it wouldn't be that bad, and though they fought a lot, Sanji was wondering if Zoro was a good choice. He was pretty enough, was a decent man, and after Thriller Bark, Sanji had the most respect for him. I shouldn't think about it…, he is a man, but still….

Sanji sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He noted Zoro was looking at him with a questionable look. He shook his head and smiled, leaning over he kissed the swordsman's cheek. He stood to his feet, and walked out of the room, completely forgetting about the stew he was making.

Zoro on the other hand just sat there blinking, confused. Nothing seemed to make since in the last five minutes he was in that room. He touched his cheek and stood to his feet; he grabbed his swords and left the galley after Sanji. He wasn't going to ask the cook what that was about, he kind of didn't want to. He knew eventually it would come out sooner or later.

He had said he liked Sanji, but he wasn't sure if it was that way or not. Either way Sanji was the idiot in the whole thing. He guessed this is what happens when you are stuck on an island full of Okama's for two years; no one comes out straight no matter how much you try. All and all the last five minutes were still strange.

End?