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'It's cold.'

'It's iced.'

'You're too damned right about that.'

'Be grateful you got it you green-haired freak-'

Swords were drawn and legs were poised. Usopp cowered and Nami lay back in the sun to watch the fight. Luffy cheered from his place at the front of the Going Merry, unable to choose a side he cheered for them both.

Both swordsman and chef had been grating on each other's nerves more than usual lately. They managed at least one fight a day. And if it looked as if they would go without, then one would be deliberately provoked by the other.

Nami believed they were simply flexing their muscles, competing for the role of top dog, simply because 'Boys are like that.' Luffy didn't know any different. Like a frog in boiling water he was oblivious to the increase in danger. He allowed the fighting, he even encouraged it, because in his mind 'Pirates are tough!' Usopp had always avoided their fights, hence, he was seen less and less as the days went by, his tan had diminished and he had begun to create theories relevant to their increase in nature such as, 'Zoro is possessed!'

The fight over the cold iced-tea that took place that morning left the two boys winded until dinner. Here, a new clash of boot and blade ensued.

'This tastes like shit.'

'Well maybe it is.'

'You mother-fucking son of a bitch.'

Nami covered Luffy's ears, her face showed surprise and disgust. The door swung shut as Usopp swiftly made a coward's move. Zoro and Sanji had cursed at each other before, at each other's skills, creations, habits, even body odors. But never directly at the other.

Zoro began to amble up from his position on the floor, expecting time to prepare himself for yet another one on one brawl. Not a blade had been unsheathed by the time Zoro received a heel to the face. Then toe to the neck. Then when Zoro was on all fours, lifting himself up to start his side of the fight, the back of a heel smashed down full-force onto the back of the swordsman's head.

It's rumoured by those who have heard of, seen, or been unfortunate enough to experience, the force of the young chef's kick, say that it has the strength to break in half 21 baseball bats in one go. Fortunately, Zoro had a thick head. But his face still forced its way into the floorboards to connect with a metal pipe used for plumbing.

Nami shooed an oblivious captain from the room. Standing at the doorway, she looked back.

'Will he be okay?'

Sanji flipped Zoro over with his foot. His face was mutilated. A large gash was on the side of his head, blood began to stain his green hair red. The chef took a long drag on his cigarette then kicked the unconscious body to the other side of the room.

'He'll live. He's bloody lucky that I didn't break his neck. Go to bed Nami.'

Normally, the fiery redhead was not one to take orders, but she obediently left. Sanji closed the door behind her, then turned the lock. He returned to Zoro's heaped figure with a mop to clean the blood that was now seeping into the floorboards.

'You could die tonight you know. If I did nothing. You could die.'

Author's Note

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