Me: Another SanZo one-shot ^-^

Mid: Oda-sensei will not give this up! NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE BEG!

Me: No, Midknight! We own them now!

Lawyers: ( `_`*) ( `_`*)

Me: NO WAIT! BACK OFF!

The Jolly Roger

That flag.

That damn flag.

Zoro has been staring at it for about twenty minutes, watching it blow wildly in the wind. Ever since they got the Going Merry, the flag seemed creepier and more intimidating as it was lifted higher up the mast. To him, it felt like its eye sockets were boring into his very soul as it waved around. Zoro thought it was nothing at first, but then it started appearing in his dreams; chasing him across the deck with its oddly sharpened straw hat. Just as it was about to cut its way through his stomach, he woke up. Always fucking woke up at that part. There was only one time where the thing almost killed him, which made him think it was real. That flag has it out for his and he knows it. Zoro shivered unwillingly. He had to get his mind off of it, somehow or some way.

A hand that felt long and bony clamped onto his shoulder, making him jerk back in surprise. The Jolly Roger was back to finish the job! He turned only to find Brook, smiling his toothy grin, "Oi, Zoro-san, are you okay? I noticed you've been standing in this very specific spot for over an hour now and-"

"'m fine," he mumbled reassuringly, swiping his shoulder from the gentle grip. He walked past the now frowning skeleton, over towards the galley. He needed to sleep. He needed to eat. He needed sake. He needed something, anything to clear his mind from that damn haunted piece of cloth.

Zoro entered the kitchen only to find Sanji sitting down at the table. This was strange because the swordsman only saw the cook rushing around the kitchen, cooking random treats for the ladies. Sanji's cigarette was done with one last puff, and then it was snubbed into the astray by his elbow. Without looking at Zoro, he spoke calmly, "If you're looking for sake, we're out." Zoro grunted irritably, but headed towards the door to leave. Sanji frowned and crossed his arms, "Shitty swordsman, you only came for fucking alcohol?"

"What else, shit-cook?" Zoro retorted. Sanji growled, banging his hand on the table. Zoro stopped moving, startled by the sudden violent noise, though Sanji didn't notice. "Hey, Marimo, hang out with me," it wasn't anywhere near a question; more like an order. Zoro muttered something under his breath as he complied. The cook was obviously bored and lonely. Dinner was a while away, so he had nothing to do but make O's as he smoked. Zoro sat beside him, back faced towards the port hole. A normal conversation began with their normal nicknames and insults to each other. Not long after he sat down, a loud tapping sound came from the wall behind Zoro. Turning his head, he felt his blood run cold.

The Jolly Roger flag was pressed against the port hole glass, making fun of him. Zoro's heart skipped several needed beats as he unwillingly screamed a pitch higher than his regular voice, falling out of his chair and landing clumsily on his ass. Sanji, who was in the middle of his sentence, became pissed at the sudden interruption, but quickly realized what just happened once he glanced over to the window. "...Zoro?"

Still on the ground recovering from his heart attack, the swordsman whipped his head around to face the cook's amused grin. Processing what he had just done, Zoro felt his face grow hot. 'Damn, I need help,' he thought, standing upward. He tried to rush out of the room, but Sanji's leg held the door closed. "Marimo, something you wanna share?" he asked smugly. It wasn't like he wasn't worried for the guy; the reason was just funny as hell to him. Zoro cursed at himself for getting embarrassed and blushing. It was the shit-cook after all. Why did he give two shits on what he thought about him?

"Marimo," Sanji asked, leaning in closer to the other. Zoro felt his feet guide him against the wall, completely trapping him between the cook and wood. The Jolly Roger was gone from the port hole, leaving no kind of trace behind. "N-Nothing, damn it," he spluttered out. Damn, why was it so hard to talk all of a sudden? Sanji ran his fingers along the other's chin, smirking manically. "Seems to me," he breathed, "that someone's a little...scared?"

"Get off me," Zoro hissed weakly. He didn't know why, but he couldn't will his body to move. He could slice the cook's throat in two if he wanted, but his hands weren't obeying his thoughts like he wanted them to. The kitchen door opened from the other side, causing Sanji and Zoro to lose balance and fall over. Brook was standing over them, Jolly Roger stretched out in his hands. Zoro screamed again, unknowingly clutching at the nearest thing he could find. Sanji paled; the marimo was fucking wrinkling his button up shirt, but he couldn't bring himself to push the other off. The sight in front of him was too rare to pass up. The swordsman's eyes were squeezed shut, both hands gripping his shirt tightly, upper body pressed hard against Sanji's torso.

"Oh, Zoro-san, I know why you were staring at the flag now! It was very dirty, indeed. I'll wash it until my hands are pruned if I must. Although, I have no flesh. Yohohoho!" The skeleton laughed his way out of the room, along with that damn flag. Zoro caught a hold of himself quickly once he noticed extra body heat. He tried to pull away, but Sanji's arm involuntarily wrapped around his waist. Confused and a bit creeped out, Zoro glanced up with what he thought was a straight face. But as Sanji saw it, it was the cutest thing in the entire universe. Zoro's eyes were innocent and giant, complimented with a huge blush. His green hair was ruffled slightly, and his body actions calmed into Sanji's close contact. "You, uh, don't have to move if you don't want to," the cook said.

"...O...kay," Zoro breathed, snuggling closer. He couldn't believe he was doing this girly shit, but the Jolly Roger was nowhere near his thoughts right now; only Sanji's lips on his forehead. 'The hell is wrong with me?' he thought, smiling consciously, 'Aw, fuck it,' and he snuggled closer if possible.

Me: Awww poor Zoro.

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