In the Middle Age there was a country know by a noble who lived all alone with his parents. That boy was named Sanji, a blonde hair boy who used to spend his time in cooking and reading. Sanji spent too much time alone and didn't talk much to many people. Only his parents, some butlers and maids, he kept himself away from all the women because of a certain reason. He was a complete gentleman since he was taught to be one, please women and be a good drinking partner but now that was all useless. He could not speak to them or go to parties of nobility. Even though he was at his marring age and his two older brothers were already married and had kids. So Sanji's parents wanted him to marry but there was something that did not let him do that. That reason was only known by the blonde boy.
It was one of those boring days that he used to spend in his room looking from the window and smoking. The city was pretty and full of people. If he only could go there and walk around like any other person. At that thought he sighed looking at the sky. His eyes were looking at a dead point, he wondered if there was going to be a day when he could be happy and live like a normal boy, find a lover, get married and have kids like his brothers. He put out the cigarette still looking at the sky but then he saw something falling from the sky to the jungle that belonged to Sanji's family.
"What was that? Some animal? Or... a person?!" The thought of that could be a person who is wounded and hungry and maybe a woman between othet things made him worry, that was because he was a caring person. He got dressed and put on a huge cloak to cover himself so no one would see him. He got some medicines and something to eat in case of that person was wounded. With that he rushed to the place where that someone fall. It was evening so it was pretty dangerous but Sanji did not care that. He had his sword so he could fight the animals or if that person was an enemy but he was much better doing a body fight.
It took him some time to get at the jungle and then he started to walk towards the place where he thought the other person fell. He tried to find around that place but he didn't find anyone. 'Maybe that person went to drink water' the blonde boy thought and went to the small waterfall where many animals used to go to get water. The horse he was riding did a great job to find the right place and so when Sanji was there he saw a green haired someone, he seemed foreign from how he was dressed up and he had swords? No, no, those were Japanese famous katana that he had read in many books. So that green haired boy was a samurai.
"He has some wounds. Mister? "He called the male as he got down the horse and approached the green haired boy but he did not receive any response. Now that he looked closely he had a scar on his chest. 'Wounds from battles?' Sanji thought as he kneeled and took out a cotton cloth to wipe the blood from his forehead but then the other male grabbed his hand and pinned him down thinking that he was an enemy. The cloak that was covering Sanji's face fell aside and let his face exposed. Sanji as that moment felt weak but he managed to push the other away from him "What the hell are you doing you marimo head?!" He sat and glared the other boy. The green haired boy didn't felt any danger coming from the othet boy even he had a sword with him so he decide to talk a bit with him.
"English...?" The marimo head said looking at him, he seemed to be a bit confused about all this but there was a frown on his face. "You who?" His English was pretty bad, after all he was from Japan and not all people had the opportunity to learn proper English. That boy was lucky to have been working as a bodyguard of a famous Japanese merchant who had many books so marimo head could learn some of it. He pointed himself and then looked at the blond boy " me Roronoa Zoro, Japan " he introduced himself since he felt that he did wrong of asking the other before introducing himself.
"Roro... roro? " there were many question marks on Sanji's head as he tried to pronounce his name again but failed. It was a foreign name after all. Zoro looked at the blonde boy and laughed at how he said his name, the accent was weird and he could not finish saying his name after all "Whatever.. My name is Sanji. S-A-N-J-I. San-ji" he explained well his name as he looked at the other boy hoping he would understand it if he told like that.
"Ou-jii? " in Japanese oujii meant old man so Zoro ended up laughing, he was making fun of the other boy for sure. But he then felt pain on his leg and groaned lightly "Sanji.. me Zo-Ro.. Ok?" In Japan it was rude to call someone who you just met but Roronoa knew that the other won't be able to say his name properly so he let it pass, for this time at least. He was here with the famous merchant but that greedy man tried to sell Zoro and he ended up escaping. He used a catapult to throw himself to the sky in order to escape from them and ended up falling in that jungle.
"Zo... ro? Zoro.. " he didn't know ho much of English the marimo head know so Sanji wondered how he could ask him things like how he ended up there or how he came there. But then he saw blood from his leg, the wound was more important than other stuff. He took out the medicine and some cotton clothes. "You ... hurt. Me cure Zoro, ok?" The green haired boy understood those words and so he nodded at the offer the other boy made to him. Sanji carefully folded up his pants and with a cotton cloth wet in water he wiped away the blood. He saw there was a scar above his anke. 'What kind of life did he had?' That question came into his mind, Sanji also thought how manly that boy was. Now he wanted to know how old Zoro was since he seemed to have the same age as the blonde boy.
Once Sanji finished treating Zoro's wound he looked up at him and then put away the dirty clothes of cotton. "You hungry? " he made gestures so the other could understand better what the blonde was saying to him. And somehow Zoro understood what he said, he showed him his hand with his fingers "no eat..." he was trying to tell the other that it had been five days since he ate. Zoro jad been escaping from the merchant for 5 days and he did not had any food or money to get some. Sanji's eyes wide opened when he got what the marimo head tired to say and so he pulled out the food he brought.
"Eat" the blond said handing him some bread, chees, ham. The green haired boy thanked in his language and started to eat. Zoro looked at the boy who was now smoking, 'such a good guy he is. By his clothes he seems to be from the nobility. Maybe this is his property ' and he kept thinking how to repay Sanji for saving his life and giving him food. Once he finished eating marimo head wiped his mouth with a cloth and then looked at him.
"Thank you... food Sanji " he bowed like a proper samurai to his saviour. Now he needs to leave that place but he cannot since the merchant must be looking for him in the city. "I stay here, ok?" There he goes again with his broken English, but the blond could understand him now for some reason. "Me they sell ... no.. nobility.. me no want it. Me Japan samurai, high pride " well the samurai had their pride and letting the others sell and buy them was something really low class. The family Roronoa protected the one who they thought were worth of Roronoa family. Zoro was forced to protect the merchant because of a fake debt. Marimo head was the only left from Roronoa family.
"Ok, but... stay here. Don't go no place ok Zoro?" He warned him, he didn't want him to go anywhere now. Marimo was the first male with who he talked like that. Kind of he was Sanji's first friend. "Now... I go home. Now you sleep " he made gestures as he said to him, he stood up and fined his cloak "morning I come back with food " he tried to explain as he could. He was probably going to learn Japanese when he go back so he can communicate better with him. He got on the horse and looked at the other male once again.
"Good night" Zoro said standing up and caressing the horse before Sanji nodded and then he left the place leaving Roronoa alone at that jungle. Probably that meeting seemed to be pure coincidence and perhaps it was.
To be continue...