Title: Finding Answers
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of it's characters
Pairings: ZoroxSanji
Summary: After being washed up on the shore of a deserted island Sanji and an injured Zoro find answers to questions they were never willing to ask.
Warnings: Language, Yaoi
This is my first Fanfic so if you like it Yay! and if you don't like it please tell me what you think I could do better. Thank You!
Sanji floated in soft nothingness, his mind gloriously blank other than the comforting sensation. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest and he began to rise slowly out of the warm darkness, despite his efforts to stay.
"Damn it kuso-cook, Breath!" a familiar voice met his ears.
'How many times have I told him not to call me that! Stupid Marimo.' Sanji thought, and tried to take a breath to tell the swordsman so, but instead there was a horrible burning sensation in his chest. He started to panic. 'What the fuck!' he tried to move his hands to find and alleviate some of this burning pressure but he found that his limbs wouldn't obey him. As he struggled to breath his thoughts were silenced as he felt a pair of warm, if rather rough, lips clamped upon his. He was only given half a second to attempt to interpret this before air was forced into his lungs making the burning sensation recede. He sputtered as the lips left his and he turned on his side, coughing up what tasted like seawater. Finally able to breath again he turned back onto his back and found a certain swordsman looking down at him with what appeared to be relief.
"What the fuck shitty swordsman? Who ever said you were allowed to come anywhere near my lips?" He watched as Zoro blinked then, to Sanji's surprise, gave a small chuckle.
"Glad you're back with the living, shit-cook."
Sanji gave a very eloquent, "Huh?" and as he fought to remember what had happened he examined the man above him. This in fact was rather difficult. The only light to see by was coming off the nearly full moon that Sanji could see over Zoro's shoulder. The swordsman looked to be soaking wet if the way the moonlight glinted off of him was any way to judge. His short green hair was flattened and dripping and despite the fact that the light was behind him his dark eyes seemed to shine. Taking notice of the way the swordsman's hair dripped down upon tan skin he realized that both the main's shirt and his waist band thingy –Sanji thought he remembered it being called a haramaki or something like that- were missing. The defined muscles were uncovered and the paleness of the scar that reached from the swordsman's collarbone to his hip shined bright in contrast to the rest of the man's tanned skin. He brought his gaze back up to the man's face finding exhaustion warring with the amused look that made the man's lips quirk up at the edges.
"Done staring?"
It took Sanji a moment to realize that Zoro had spoken. He blushed as he realized what he had been doing and turned his head to examine their surrounding in lieu of answering. Pale sand shone white in the moonlight and he could see a wall of darker material, the glinting of which gave enough information to realize that it was the edge of what looked to be a forest. He could hear the crash of waves in Zoro's direction as well as the swordsman's soft breathing, but otherwise the beach was silent. 'Wait, silent?' Sanji finally realized what was missing. Where were Luffy's cries of hunger, the sound of Nami-chwan's fist hitting their rubber captain. Robin-swan's soft chuckles paired with Chopper's higher pitched giggles. Even Usopp's loud whining was absent. Sanji looked back up at the swordsman, his visible eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"Where the fuck is everyone?"
"I don't know."