A/N: First attempt at multi-chapter story. I originally made this a one shot, but I have a hard time thinking of suitable ending, so.. Anyway I'm gonna stop being a needy author, so I'll just hope you enjoy ^v^ sorry if there's any OOCness and bad grammar.

Ah..such a nice weather to take a nap. Laying peacefully in the shade of mikan trees, just listening to the sound of nature. Leafs rustled in the wind, seagulls cried above, ocean waves gently lulling the boat.

"NAAAMIII-SWAAAAN! ROOOBIIIN-CHWAAAN! I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING SPECIAL TO DRINK~" The galley door slammed open to reveal a blonde guy carrying a tray with two tall glasses of some exotic-looking beverage who then dance-skipping to the two women sunbathing on the lawn deck.

Zoro felt his one remaining eye ticked irritatedly. So much for a peaceful nap.

"Thanks, Sanji-kun."

"Thank you, Sanji."

"Everything for you, my angels." Sanji's heart soared seeing the pleasant smiles on those pretty faces, knowing he was the one who put it on them. More or less.

"Oi! Can you stop screaming like a fucking banshee, shit-cook? You're ruining my nap." A shout came from the mikan garden.

Geh! The blissful expression on his feature vanished instantly upon hearing that.

"Shut up! Mind your own business, damn marimo! You're just jealous I got the pleasure of serving the beautiful ladies instead of being a lazy plant like you." He shouted back while still in the vicinity of said ladies.

"You wish, shit-head! I have no desire to degrade myself to be a slave for anyone with boobs, unlike a certain idiot cook."

"I don't mind to be a slave if it's for Nami-swan and Robin-chwan~" The cook wriggled stupidly.

"Pathetic."

"Just shut up and go back photosyntheting you fucking useless unproductive plant!"

"At least I don't go wiggling around bothering people like you, asshole!" They continued to shouting at each other, completely unaware of their surrounding.

Nami had had enough of the way the two communicate. She rubbed her temple to chase the headache away. Trust those idiots men to give her unending stress. Just as she was about to punch the blond head of their cook, Usopp walked across. An idea popped in her head.

"Oi, Chopper, check out my newest inv—"

"USOPP!"

"Wh-what?" Startled, he turned around and asked warily

"Lend me your sling shot!"

"What for?" He gave her his sling shot hesitantly.

"Just watch." Nami smiled her sly smile and grabbed the still bickering chef by the scruff of his shirt and flung him towards the general direction of his marimo. She never knew Usopp's weapon could come in handy until then.

Sanji had no time to progress what happened. One moment he was standing next to the lovely navigator, and suddenly he was sent flying straight to Zoro. He shrieked in a very manly way before landing right on top of Zoro.

"There. Now you two can talk nicely without shouting your throat raw." He heard Nami's voice from the deck below where he stood not a minute ago.

"Nami-swan is so lovely when she's being considerate." He wiggled cheerfully despite himself.

"Aaagghh.. get off me, dartbrow!" Came the gruff voice beneath him, prompting Sanji to get up to give the green-haired man a room to breath.

He snickered, "Heh, serves you right, marimo."

"Damn that witch! She should've threw you to the sea instead." Zoro grumbled annoyedly. Sanji felt his vein throbbing upon hearing this neanderthal insult his precious lady. "Now now my dear moss-head, how many times should i have to tell you to STOP CALLING MY SWEET NAMI-SAN A WITCH?!" A foot clad in black slack and equally black dress shoe sent to kick Zoro's head in, only to have it dodged back out of reflex.

"Sanji-kuun!"

"Ha-hai.. Sorry, Nami-swan." Damn this idiot swordsman, always making him get in trouble.

"Che, how could you stand that woman?" Zoro grumbled under his breath, making Sanji sigh at his boyfriend's behavior. "You know, Zoro? There's this thing called respecting woman. Oh wait, stupid of me, a brute like you wouldn't even know what it means." He added the last part as in after thought.

"What? Of course I know, asshole. But like I said before, I'm not stupid enough to make myself a slave for them." The swordsman argued.

"It's not making yourself a slave, it's making yourself useful whenever they need you and being polite around them. Ladies deserve to be treated like delicate flowers and be told how precious they are. Huff.. you definitely need to learn how to be a gentleman like me, neanderthal." He tried to give him a lecture about being a gentleman. Tried. Because surely it would never go through all that moss on the guy's head. Not that he even had the brain to understand, after all.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now go get me some booze!" Zoro mumbled dismissively, eyes closed and absently scratched his bare, sweaty chest. Obviously ignored every sentences the blonde said, proving Sanji's point. Why should I even bother?

Pissed, the cook stomped on his stomach. "I ain't your fucking servant, shit-for-brains! Go get it yourself!" Zoro grunted in pain and opened his eye, scowling, "Why the fuck not? You seemed okay serving Nami and Robin." "That's because they're women, they deserve it."

"But I'm your boyfriend!" Sanji looked up at his lover outburst. Realization dawn on his face, causing Zoro to look away in embarrassment. "So that's what it was! You were jealous of them?" Amusement bleed from his tone. Smirking, he continued "You shouldn't be, marimo, that's just my way of showing my respect to them."

"By flirting with them." Zoro said sullenly. Sanji just smiled at that and ruffled the surprisingly soft strands of his green hair affectionately, before walking away.

Zoro watched his lover's retreating back. Sanji's previous rambling about being a gentleman and shit gave him an idea to give him a small lesson. Yes, unlike what Sanji was always kindly told him, Zoro did know how to use his brain. And this time, he was gonna use it optimally to think of a plan. It sure would be tiresome, but it'd be worth it. He was so gonna drink a hell lot of booze to make up for all this thinking later.

Just wait, curly-brow. I'm gonna give you a taste of your own medicine.