So Baby Don't Cry

-Zoro killed Sanji and now Sanji is back for his revenge. Inspired by A7X - A Little Piece of Heaven. I'm crazy of their music!-

I don't know to rated this story T or M. So, just M to be safe.

I'm sorry for my grammatical and words of choosing error.

If Zoro wanted anything, he would choose Sanji. Sanji was his everything, his life. The way the blond spat his curses, the moment Zoro get his ass kicked by the blond powerful leg, the smell of tobacco and spices was driving Zoro into madness. But of course, this is Zoro we are talking about and he never told any of those pathetic thoughts to Sanji.

But if Sanji didn't appear in his life, those three katanas of his would be Zoro's world. Before he met Sanji, his passion for sword was undeniable. He kept training with heavy-weight loads and counted until it reached insanely high number, meditated for the whole noon and even forgetting about eating. That was when the not-so-generous lady, Nami assigned Sanji to be Zoro's health consultant. The swordsman was really unhappy with the decision but Nami graciously threatened him. She would add his debt for 50% if Zoro refuse to. Zoro didn't notice that all the pay to hire Sanji was done by Nami and Nami didn't tell anything to Zoro. She just wanted Zoro not to forget about his health but since Zoro was so stubborn, she needed to do it that way.

But, the man Zoro had thought so weak and incapable (since Sanji's thin) was unbelievable strong, confident and got a very special way to handle him. Sanji kept throwing him insults when Zoro overdid his train and was greeted with chains of curse aside of kicks everytime he didn't finish or forgotten his meal.

Sanji was a jerk but he got beautiful face with a perfectly fair skin eventhough his hair would part and covered half of his face, his delicate frame and his skinny, long, deadly legs. Zoro was hypnotized.

Zoro took a half year before he finally confessed to Sanji. He was ready to get murder but Sanji did the unexpected. He gave Zoro a light peck on Zoro's lips. Since that, they've been brutally lovey-dovey every single day.

-3 years later-

The green-haired man was sitting next the blond on the couch, enjoying their special night. It was their anniversary so Zoro wanted it to be memorable for them. He was going to propose his lover.

The movie they were watching was Sanji's favourite movie and the two of them sat in silence. Zoro would never do something romantic like decorate the house with flowers and ribbon, preparing candle-light dinner or having rose petals on the bed, no! So, what he could do was giving Sanji freedom to watch or do whatever he wanted to. Zoro smiled happily when he thought of their live after Sanji say yes to him. They would be the happiest couple in the world. And then, after they had enough living like that, they could adopt a son so he could teach him about sword.

Sanji glanced at his boyfriend as he felt Zoro was too odd to watch something like this and he saw Zoro's smile.

"What make you so happy, Zoro?"

Zoro turned his head to face Sanji. "Hmm? Nothing." Sanji studied his face with seriousness and when he found nothing, he shrugged. But his instinct kept telling him that something was off. Just what is it?

Sanji was back at the movie and Zoro slowly slid his hand into his pocket and when his fingers found the box, he bit his lips and carefully took them out. He eyed Sanji silently. The other guy was too focusing into the show.

He almost at the speed of lightning took the remote controller and paused the movie, got onto his kneel and faced Sanji. Sanji was too surprise to yell at the disturbance. His eyes were wide and trying to understand what was happening.

"Sanji, we've been together for three years now. I love you very much and want to grow old with you." He said. He showed the blue box in his hand to Sanji and heard a gasp. "Would you marry me?" He finally asked.

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful plain white gold ring that was carved with the word 'forever' at the inner side. Sanji's hands were trembling and the tremble becoming harder and Sanji let out a simple chuckle that turned into huge laughter. His body shook vigorously when he wanted to suppress the laughter so Sanji just laughed his heart out. He shook his head over and over while laughing.

"Zoro, what the hell? Are you really proposing me?" He was still laughing.

"Yeah." Zoro frowned. What the hell is happening? Why does Sanji laughing at him?

Sanji exhaled shakily and sighed but still shaking his head. "Zoro, what are you doing? Are you serious you want to marry me?"

"Of course I do." He answered quickly. This was out of his imagination. Sanji was supposed to say yes and they would make love all night!

Sanji looked startled at the ready answer and began to feel uneasy. It's not that he wasn't love Zoro but he wasn't ready for this yet. He didn't have the gut to face the society with the status of married gay couple. Other than that he didn't even care. He loved Zoro and there was no doubt. He would love to marry Zoro but not now.

"Zoro, I'm sorry. I can't." He regretfully told Zoro. Zoro was in horror. He couldn't believe it. Sanji was rejecting him, he didn't want to be with him.

Sanji immediately tried to find a suitable answer to make Zoro understand but Zoro was faster. Zoro didn't even think twice. Anything that Sanji was trying to say was just excuses! He took Wado that was standing against the back of the couch and everything turned red. The sound of steel met with flesh and spluttering red liquids everywhere. Sanji was looking at him with a pale and questioning eyes, he was pleading. Even a simple thing like breathing was hurting him like fuck. His neck.. His neck felt like splitting from his body. He used his pair of hand and choked his own neck to stop the blood. The blood was too much to not to escape between his thin fingers. He looked at his boyfriend for the last time and his tears flowed freely down his cheek.

Seeing the tears, Zoro once again kneeled to him and smirked. He leaned forward and licked those tears that have mixed with blood on Sanji's cheek.

"Shh, I will take a good care of you. So baby, don't cry." Sanji wanted to argue but the ultimate pain shot through his every nerves and he stopped breathing. He went limped in Zoro's arms and Zoro kissed him deeply.

"I love you. You are mine." He kissed the bloody neck of Sanji's dead body. Slipping his tongue into the opened flesh, he licked and savoring the taste of fresh blood. His face was smeared with blood and he didn't even care.

After that, he lifted the body to their bed. The blood on the floor, couch, table and even on the screen of the TV was being paid zero attention. Carefully, he put the body on the matress and he sat next to Sanji. He observed the dead and a small pang of guilt appeared.

He can't live without Sanji, why did Sanji rejected him? "He made me did this." He muttered and stroked the blond lovely hair. The scent of shampoo was still lingered there. The sight was so beautiful. Sanji was just like sleeping in peace, his white skin was coloured and decorated with the red blood.

Zoro unbuttoned Sanji's soaked with blood shirt and started to strip all the garment from Sanji's body. When Sanji already in his naked state, Zoro used a clean wet towel and cleaned up the mess at Sanji's neck. A clean long cut that has cut Sanji's neck horizontally was now clear from blood. Zoro walked out from the room and when he was back, he brought a needle and thread. He began to sew the opened skin together and hummed the song Sanji always sing when he was cooking.

He nibbled down Sanji's collar bone and bit it down until the skin tore and bleed, then he kissed the spot tenderly and swiped his tongue over the cut. He put the needle and thread in the drawer and looked down to his dead lover with a satisfied smile. Sanji's neck was beautifully sewn and it turned Zoro on. Sanji already on the bed, without wearing anything and he got a big problem down there.

"There's only one solution." He smirked.

TBC

I didn't check this story so any mistakes, just tell me. Review and comment will make me smile. (I'm still in brokenhearted state)