This is my second fanfic... but now it's the story between Kaku & Zoro! I was just pleased to make them friends! Kaku seems so friendly to me, and Zoro--well, he's my fav character XD Soooo... Nothing more to discuss... Please read & review!

What Makes Them Enemies

"Ah, there you are. What took you so long?" the square-nosed boy demanded as a stray soccer ball bounced across the ground.

"Sorry." Zoro replied to the angry teen before he glanced at the ball, which rolled in his direction slowly, as if it wanted nothing less than to bump into his shoes.

The sun was glowing warmly; it looked as if it didn't want to disturb the two boys' conversation with thirst. A breeze blew lightly, passed over the entire field slowly, but let the silence remain untouched.

"Never mind, then." He smiled, "let's go!"

Zoro smiled gently. After all, Kaku was a funny and cheerful teen. He couldn't help but notice how close his personality was to Luffy. They are both really freaking cheerful. The only difference between the two was Kaku knew when to be care-free, and when to be serious. Luffy, of course, knew this too… He just chose to ignore it.

Kaku kicked the ball over and it arced easily into the goal.

"Wow! That was awesome!" Zoro complimented. He chased after the ball and kicked it to Kaku.

"Awesome?!" Kaku laughed as he caught the ball, "You didn't even block or catch it! Are you teasing me?!"

"No way." Zoro replied him with a chuckle and walked into his position across the field, "I'm a pretty bad player, anyway."

"Come on, dude! This is not the way we're gonna use our time!" Kaku yelled, "We have more work to do! Let's get started!"

"All right man, but you asked for it." Zoro laughed. He got himself ready to begin the game.

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"Catch it, Zoro!!" Kaku shouted as the ball soared though the air, towards his green-haired friend.

"No need to shout!" Zoro yelled back. The ball landed neatly in his hands.

"Nice catch!" Kaku gave one of his thumbs up, "Now it's your turn."

Zoro exchanged his position with Kaku and began to search for an opening. He shot the ball strongly to Kaku's direction. Zoro screamed, "Ow, look out!!"

Kaku gasped in surprise. The ball rocketed towards his head, but just before it could smack him, he clapped his hands around it. The ball was resting on the brim of his cap. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew, that was a close one." A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and came to a rest on his nose.

"Sorry!" Zoro ran towards him, an apologetic look creased his brow. He placed a hand on his shoulder, "You all right?"

"I'm alright, man. Thanks." Kaku smiled again, but the smile was bitter.

"No, that's a lie." Zoro insisted.

"Is that a fact? Because I could have sworn that I would know if I was hurt." Kaku teased.

Thump! Kaku bounced the ball off his forehead. "Better watch your position. You're not a bad goal-keeper, chump."

Zoro grinned widely. "Is that a fact?" He grabbed the ball and headed across the field, "Or are you mocking me?"

"A fact," Kaku gave him a slyly look, "By the way, Zoro, do you know anyone that might wanna join our team?"

"Actually, I do know one guy," Zoro implied, "but…"

"Hm?" Kaku sat down on the dew-covered grass. His tracksuit was wet on the backside, but he kept smiling and shot Zoro an interested look.

"He's been busy with all his cooking-things. He joined the cooking club in our school."

"Hmph, what a pity." Kaku gave a half-frown-half-pout. Zoro laughed.

"What's so funny?" Kaku asked him. Zoro thought, he looks exactly like Luffy when he does that…

"Nothing. Your face is just really… interesting."

Kaku jumped to his feet, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, no!" Zoro laughed so hard he could barely stand. "Not really interesting, just funny."

"So… what do you mean?"

"You remind me of my best friend," Zoro curved his lips, turned it into a mature smile,"but he went abroad for a week."

"Uh-huh… Do you mind to ask him whether he can join our team or not?"

"Oh, boy!" Zoro bumped himself into the grass, "The only thing you think is only our soccer team!"

"That's because I CARE about it!" Kaku replied sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry, dude!" Zoro poked Kaku's back, "Keep cool!"

Kaku gave him a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"You barely do that thing."

"What?"

"You poked me on the back," Kaku answered confusedly, "and said something like 'dude' or 'man'. That's not your true manner, right?"

"Yep," Zoro crossed his hands on his backside, "but it's so comfortable if I do that with the playmate I've known so far."

Kaku frowned, "No joking?"

"Nope."

"Oh, my. Zoro, are you trying to get asleep?" Kaku wiped his sweats.

"I'm trying to," Zoro closed his eyes, but suddenly he opened one,"Hey, there's a café nearby. Why don't you wait here while I buy you orange juice?"

"Good suggestion, where do you get that info?"

"I'll tell you later." Zoro stood up and started to run.

"By the way, Zoro, do you have any money?" Kaku yelled, but Zoro was too far away to hear his yell. He murmured, "Such a good friend."

Zoro ran across the street. He looked like that he was jogging more than running. His white-red-striped sport shoes began to be filled with sweats. He knew he wasn't supposed running that fast. He wasn't in hurry. He brought himself to the beverage machine near the café.

Beep! The voice appeared from that machine. Damn, what's with this machine?! Bastard! He cursed as another same sound roared louder. Stop that! Just give me the orange juice and things won't be this complicated! He pushed the button once more. Beeeeep!!

"Shit!" Zoro kicked the machine lightly.

The crowd turned on his direction, but he didn't care. He just wanted to buy Kaku and himself orange soda, nothing more, nothing less. A fat old man with a grey big T-Shirt appeared from the café.

"How can I help you, young boy?" He asked gently.

"This shitty machine doesn't give me my orange juice!" He yelled. The old man gave him a confused look.

"I'm so sorry, youngster, but I know nothing about technical things…perhaps my employee will fix this thing up." He entered the café again.

Zoro waited impatiently. He was afraid that Kaku would stay on the hot, dry field with his sweats running around his neck and face. As he imagined Kaku's face, a familiar sound greeted him, "What's wrong, Zoro?"