It was another warm sunny day for the straw hats. Luffy and Ussop were fishing for dinner. Brook was sipping on coffee. Robin was lounging in the sunlight reading. Chopper was grinding up some herbal blend that would become medicine for heaven only knows what. It was almost peaceful. Sanji thought carefully as he chose spices and colorful peppers to add to the fish he would soon be preparing. He pulled out a mixture of vegetables to add in. Planning was always the most relaxed part. He could look at the shelves and know that without a doubt he could feed his crew until the next island. The only thing that might stand in his way was-

"OI! Sanji, Zoro still hasn't come down yet. We need hiss help with this catch." Luffy interrupted.

Sanji sighed. That damn moss head hadn't come down all day. He had skipped the last two meals. The thought made Sanji furious. To think that somebody on the ship refused food. HIS FOOD. It pissed him off. He pushed Luffy out of the kitchen, locking the fridge. He quickly cleaned up and went to retrieve the swordsman. That shit head Sanji thought. He might have refused the last time but that's it,He's gonna eat my food if it means I have to have Chopper Put him to sleep and force feed him. Sanji was furious climbing the last few steps up the rope ladder.

"OI! Marimo!" Sanji belted as he threw the trap door open. There lied Zoro. His warn out body lay shirtless against a window, passed out. His muscular build glistened with sweat. His shallow breathing was something Sanji new well. He was asleep. For a minute Sanji sat and watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His snoring like music to the cook's ears. Seeing him sleep after all that blood loss on sabody was comforting. He knew Zoro needed his rest, but he also needed to eat. He held back the urge to diable jambe Zoro's head, and instead kicked a five pound weight into the air and propelled it at the swordsman. "Wake up you shitty swordsman" he said as the weight knocked Zoro into consciousness.

"What are you doing here ero-cook"

"Its almost time for dinner, get your lazy ass up before I kick you down."

"You think you can take me in a battle Pervert-cook?"

This harmless bickering continued until they were down the rope ladder. Zoro drew his katana from her sheath and pointed it at Sanji. Their battle was soon interrupted as their navigator punching them both hard enough to leave a welt on their heads.

"Zoro you idiot, where have you been all day! Luffy and Ussop could have used your help"

The scolding continued. Zoro waived it off and tuned out the furious redhead. He Helped Luffy and Ussop who were then dragging their catch to the opening of the fish tank. Sanji went back into the kitchen and started cooking the vegetables into a colorful display of scents and appearances. He put more than just food into his cooking. He filled every dish with passion. He would never let anyone in his presence go hungry. Not even if his own life depended on touching food to his lips. He would sooner die. He thought about his crew, he cooked much like Luffy fought, or Nami drew her maps, or how Brook played his music. He gave his all too the very

He caught himself thinking of Zoro. The swordsman was more like him than he realized. Ever swing of his sword was always precise, much like how Sanji prepared the food, always precise, always striving for perfection, and often reaching his goal. Sanji realized the swordsman trained with all he had much like the rest of his crew had done in their passion. He started to admire Zoro's skill. He analyzed every aspect of how he saw Zoro fight in his head. Sanji's face flushed as he turned down the heat on the stove. He continued thinking about Zoro through dinner, he looked down at his plate and realized Luffy had stolen the meat from his plate. He smiled and dished everyone seconds before replacing the fish on his own plate and leaning in his usual spot against the wall, near the entry way to the kitchen. He ate slowly watching the chaos unravel as per usual. He continued filling drinks and dishing out servings until everyone had been full. Zoro stayed later than the rest, finishing off his bottle of sake and leaving the kitchen to go back to training.

"Oi Marimo!" Sanji called.

Zoro stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his head slightly in response. What did that ero-cook want now. He had been watching Zoro all night. That damn cook got on hiss nerves.

"Can I talk to you?" Sanji said gently.