Disclaimer: Still not owning One Piece!
Author's Note: Here it is, me latest One Piece work. Nope, it's not a OneShot, nope it's not the planned LuNa… It's actually a multi chaptered ZoNa, my guess is three up to five chaps!
Anyways, I was trying really hard on a LuNa, I already had an idea and a storyline set up but suddenly there pops up this silly idea of drunken Zorro. Teh Sex if ya ask me and such this came up. Well, enjoy me latest ZoNa romance fic, mixed in is a really cool Sanji, maybe I'll even add some future-SaRo hinting but I'm unsure about that.
Btw, I've noticed that a lot people I know who like OP and the ZoNa pairing actually hate Sanji… my goodness, I just can't bring myself to hate that guy (but they say I'm weird anyway for loving ZoNa and LuNa). I seriously disliked him at one early point of the OP saga but he's grown on me and I just can't help loving him, so just in case any of you are Sanji haters, you won't find any bashing here, no way! In fact my fics will probably always harbour a kind of big bro, uber cool Sanji! xD
So, if you can't live with that, don't read, okay? Just thought I'd tell you as much before anyone reviews, to tell me what a waste of time it was reading this fic because they wanted to see Sanji-bashing and they couldn't find it.
Other than that: Thanks a bunch for all those nice reviews on "Not so helpless" and special thanks go out to SpazzChicken who noticed that the ep. is something special… or at least has a special meaning to me. I just didn't want your average "and they lived happily ever after" epilogue. So, thanks!
Uhum… anyways, please review:)
"I've fallen in love with you!"
His eyes closed in despair as her voice invaded his mind again. Leaning back, his features were motionless nonetheless. Yet his body was tense and he felt that if he gripped it any harder, the half emptied bottle of rum in his left would shatter any moment.
Loosening his hold a little he concentrated on the feeling of the rough wooden planks below him before looking up again, only to stare into the dark night sky, lighted by thousands if not millions of stars. The moon was absent this night, he noticed, not really contemplating this thought any further as he quickly took another swig of the tasty rum, trying to drown the upcoming feeling of helplessness.
His eyelids grew heavier then as the warm feeling of the alcohol spread out inside of him, making him a little dizzy. It seemed it had been a long time since he'd drowned a whole bottle himself, after all.
In love… however had that happened he asked himself, before realizing that once again his mind had drifted towards the earlier hours of the evening, memories he was trying to forget right then. But just how hard he tried her voice would not leave him alone, spooking through his mind, coming up all of a sudden, telling him that… she had fallen in love with him.
It had been a simple statement and he had wondered how she could have spoken it the way she did, a tinge of shyness apparent but overshadowed by her pride.
Just when exactly had it happened he marvelled, his mind slowly becoming drowsier. Than he crashed onto the floor as the hand he had leaned on slipped.
The hurt registered only seconds after his fall in his brain and he cursed drunkenly but remained laying, the cool wood below distracting from his train of thought, calming his mind if only a little.
That state of oblivion lasted barely until after another sip of rum that he clumsily spilled half of anyways.
Drops of the cold beverage running over his heated skin were answered with a grimace.
"I've fallen in love with you!" she told him once again but this time he wasn't about to let her get away with it. Smashing the bottle onto the ground, he glared at nothing in particular, snarling.
"Dammit woman, I've heard you alright!" he heard his gruff voice answer her in an acid tone, before lifting up the glass bottle again with difficulty merely to thrash it onto the wooden planks again.
The result this time was the glass bursting to all sides and what had been left of the rum inside splashing onto the ground and on his clothing.
Howling once in surprise at the sudden coldness, his eyes drifted towards what was left of the bottle besides broken pieces. Its neck he still held firmly in his hand but before he registered what he did he felt himself rise from his laying position and fling the fragment over the ship's railing accompanied by a cry of fury escaping his throat, only answered by the ocean's welcoming smack as it embraced it's latest attain from the world above.
Back, standing on his wobbly legs, he growled, running a hand over the stain on his shirt that for some reason bothered him greatly.
A whisper came to his ears, or maybe it was in his imagination as a voice suddenly spoke to him lowly. Turning around gradually to refrain from falling down again, his eyes, pupils dilated searched the area while his hands fumbled in search of his swords.
"I've fallen in love with you!"
It had been her all along his lethargic mind comprehended seconds later. His throat all the sudden felt dry and tight and then a scream of ferocity build somewhere inside him, reverberating over the vast ocean, as it passed his lips.
Staggering, he found himself able to remain on his feet as he turned his gaze skywards again, noticing the wet tears running over his cheeks. A hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder and turning around in a stumble, he wondered drunkenly why he hadn't felt anyone's presence.
"You!" he stated with less anger apparent in his voice then he would have liked, seeing the man standing beside him whom he considered his rival.
The other didn't reveal his feelings, his face a mask of indifference; merely an expression of consideration could be made out, even as he flicked his lighter open to light the cigarette placed between his lips.
The newcomer returned the other's gaze though his eyes were not as clouded by alcohol.
"She told you?"
It was no question that the smoking man had voiced in an unmoved tone but a mere statement even the drunken one could conclude.
There was a long pause of silence that neither of the two men spoke a word, the only proof that time had not stopped just then were the sounds of planks creaking, small waves hitting the ship and the continuously puffs of smoke the one who'd just then appeared to join the drunken man.
No later than his cigarette had burned down to nothing but a small stub, the man flicked it over board with a quick move of his hand, than for the first time revealing some sort of emotion he turned towards the one brooding by his side.
"So what are you so upset about?" he asked, the sudden forcefulness he'd spoken with revealing a hint of anger, just as the eyes that abruptly held a dangerous gleam in them, daring the other to retort with a snappy reply.
But the drunken man, who then trudged towards the rail, did not answer at all, his shoulders only slumped even further than before.
"Tell me, swordsman what are you upset about?"
The question though was only answered by a wave of the others hand, who remained hunched over.
Few seconds passed in silence, the calm before the storm anyone would have said who got a good look on the left behind man's face. Features contorting into a horrible mask of pure resentment, jaw tightening as the teeth clenched.
A moment later hands that had been balled into tight fists held the struggling drunken one in place, eyes full of fuelled rage bore into the others, searching for some kind of answer behind the clouded and unfocused pupils.
Apparently the answers found were not satisfying the attacker.
"Bastard!" he roared at the struggling one before uncurling his fists from their tight grips and turning without a second glance to leave the other man fallen, on his knees behind, in his efforts of getting back to his feet despite his unsteadiness.
"Sanji…" his voice slurred, "Sanji," he called again this time a little louder, the one who had been leaving stopped dead in his tracks, waiting.
"Sanji, I can't." the fallen man mumbled, once again in his drunken state revealing tears flowing over his cheeks.
"What can't you?" were the last words the swordsman heard before a thick veil seemed to fall upon him entirely, blocking any incoming information from his senses besides a feeling nausea.
"I can't love her!" the words escaped the unconscious man before he hit the floor.
Author's Note: Why? Oh Why can't he love her? Hmm, chapter 1 is a little confusing but that was intended, it's too some extend an insight into a drunken man's mind! xD Well, admittedly I've NO idea what goes on in a drunken man BUT I know what it feels like for me… bah, bad experience but I guess about everyone goes through that at least once in a lifetime. Anyways, chapter 2 will be out some time soon and too be honest I've got no idea were this goes, only a feeling. oO'
Besides I'm planning out another ZoNa fic after this one, "Beauty's Rituals", more info soon.
Please review?