[Pairing: ZoSan]
1. Flower
It was raining.
The sky was crying.
He was crying.
They fought again today. But it was the worst so far. His blond hair clung to his face like a wet curtain, his blue orbs pouring, the tears washed away with the rain. Zoro had stormed off without another word, leaving the man alone to his thoughts.
It had been a week since that day.
The green haired man had neither seen or heard from him. Not a call nor text nor voicemail. Was the blonde still mad at him? No, that couldn't be. Sanji wasn't mad at all. It was him who yelled at him. Him who did the shouting and the cursing. Was him who said all those painful words. And the cook just took them all in. Each word piercing him like a knife, yet Sanji stood there, shaking, but silent, forgiving, accepting.
Sanji's in the hospital for a week now. He's been drifting in and out of coma for days, his friend had told him. According to the little doctor, he's been found unconscious in the streets by a friend who took him to the hospital. Tests showed that he'd been in the rain for about the whole night, his body temperature dropping to fatal levels. Had that person not found him, he'd be dead by now.
Zoro shuddered at the thought. Cursing himself for his idiocy, he rushed to the hospitals, ignoring the unpleasant grunts and curses by the people he shoved to get to his room. Room. What room was he in? The swordsman decided he'd waste no time in asking the nurses and dashed madly in and out of every room he could find.
Sanji woke up to find himself holding something. Curious, he sat up and gazed at the lovely blue rose, wondering who sent it, yet at the same time, already knowing the answer. Tied to it was a note with ugly, scribbled handwriting who he knew oh so well. Heart beating a bit faster, he unfolded the note and chuckled at the message it contained:
Oi Sanji, I forgive you, so come back already.
-Zoro
Sanji rolled his baby blue eyes and sighed. Translating the note to: I'm sorry, I love you. I miss you. It was sweet, in a stupidly, stubborn way. Stupid swordsmen and their stupid pride.
A/N: Any pairings you wanna see? Because so far I've only planned to write ZoSan stuff unless another ship requested upon~ =w=