One Piece Fan Fiction

Title: Sick Cooking

Paring: ZoroXSanji

Rating: 17+M YAOI! Romance/Angst/Drama chuckles (Na! Like Hell!)

Date: (when I made it) 6/15/06

Comment: Well this one seemed to be going well but I like my one with Zoro and Luffy better, Too Show You Care, if you haven't read it you should! Its better then this crap I just made up. I swear it's like I just slapped a bunch of cliché bullshit together and called it "good"(I know, I have no confidence in my work)…. So it's up to you to tell me whither I'm doing it right or not. Flames are always welcomed… so long as you don't get to hot, or I'll be just as hot back….GOT IT! Oh well! Let me know how you feel about if. Read… be happy… Jack off later…Fuckers…

Ch. 1 Could This Be Cooking Charm?

Sanji glared at the annoying swordsmen before him, breathing heavily after one of their many scuffles. This time was a little different though. His breaths more labored then Zoros and his vision was blurring and why all of a sudden was it so hot!? He took a long drag on his cig before tossing it, kind of making him feel worse anyways. His small frame shaking under the pressure of it all. The pain that was building up from all the fighting he was doing with the swordsmen was to much to bear in his weakened state.

Zoro noticed something was wrong. The usual harsh banner of the chief wasn't as drawn out or witty as it normally was. The blonds guard being down the whole time, whilst they fought. He could have easily kicked the young cook's ass a million times by now but subconsciously slowed himself down so he wouldn't hurt the bastard (more then he wanted to anyway). But there was definitely something wrong with him. It made Zoro fell uneasy with continuing the fight like they have been, second guess, even.

Sanji took in a deep breath of air, noticing that he couldn't quite catch his breath. His eyes were half hooded and his vision was blurring more and more but now with more intensity. An ache grew along with it and he held his head in his hand and grinded his teeth down hard as a thick wave of pain washed over his whole body. He couldn't will it away in time and hunched over. Nani? This is stupid. I can't do 'this' in front of THIS ass hole.

Zoro had already caught his breath and all but stared at the strange scene before him. Concern written all over his sharp features. The cooks breathing however had picked up, becoming deep, labored breaths of air. Heaving his chest in and out with every intake. He was trying to fight the painful feeling but it was no use and everything started to spin a little. "S-Sanji?" Zoros voice was soft, all most gentle like. "You all rig…?" Sanji couldn't even make out the last word as the world began to fade around him.

Zoro saw Sanjis head bob and then eyes close, his body trembling slightly before tilting side ways. Zoro could guess as much and ran up catching the cook before he hit the floor. "Stupid idiot coo-" He paused on the last word. Sanjis cheeks were flushed red and mouth was open slightly taking in deep breaths of air. His curly eye brow pinched tight in pain. Zoro's look of concern was placed back on his face, at this. He reached a hand up to the cook's forehead. He was burning up.

"BAKA! How the hell were you just fighting?! No wonder I had this strange feeling like I should be going easy on you!" Sanjis eyes cracked open to that one and he grunted, "Shudup… stupid… marimo head..." His voice covered in a slurred as his vision blurred again, eyes drifting close, his head spinning a little faster now. "You're the one dat needs to shut up! Ya Damn, Stupid, Sick Cook!" his harsh words were ringing in Sanjis head making the world drift into darkness a little more. Zoro saw this and stared silently at the cook.

Damn! What should I do? Nami well probable know but…Oh wait! She'll probably want to be paid big time for her services. Ugh! What I'm I gonna do?! I know for certain the last thing I want to do is be indebted to that evil woman… But…maybe she wouldn't care as much if Sanji's the one who's sick? AHHH! WHAT SHOUDL I DO! I'm so confused!

He looked down at Sanjis worsen condition and decided that as first mate, he was going to have to do something about 'this' on his own. He figures he better get Sanji into a bed (or at least the couch). So he scooped up the said blond and headed for the bunk room. He laid him down gentle on the old couch and fetched a blanket from underneath. Then wetted a rag to put over the burning forehead of the sick cook. After doing so he plopped down next to him on the floor.

"You know…for all the tuff talk you spurt out, you sure know how to back it up you Bastard Cook!" Zoro smirked sarcastically at his own words but then found none to oppose it, the corners of his mouth drifted back to a frown. Then Zoro realized that he had no idea what to do next. All he 'could' do was keep watching Sanji until he got better. So he sighed and then looked down at him. His lips were parted slightly and eyes still closed tightly. Sanji looked so weak at the moment. It disgusted Zoro but he knows for a fact that Sanji is strong. He even remember him saying that he's never been sick in his life, so why now? It was just to sad to watch his rival in this condition.

"Come one Sanji your stronger then this! You can beat it!" Zoro tried talking to the sick cook but no response back was made.

Then Zoro stared a little longer at Sanji. His blond hair covering one eye and soft looking pale skin was just another way to look at him. Now his cheeks were flushed and his breathing, raspy. Zoro saw the strain of blond hair, fall in Sanjis visible, right, eye and lifted his hand to brush it aside, finding the hair incredibly soft, he didn't want to pull away. He knew if the bad tempered chief woke to him fondling with his hair he was sure to get his ass kicked, (BIG TIME) so he unwillingly withdrawal his hand, still staring all the more at Sanji.

He couldn't help it. Seeing Sanji in this new way was just so…different and he felt as though he wanted to take advantage of the situation… WAIT! Zoro thought, NANI! No I don't! He looked back at the cook. The blond just looked so cute at the moment (so it wasn't his fault.) Flushed cheeks, lips parted and sweat drenched brow was just over coming of one Roronoa Zoro. It was hard to think of Sanji as "cute" but at the moment in his weekend state it was obvious what effect it had on Zoro.

A rustling came from in back of a near by barrel and Zoro flicked the sheathed of his sword open, in a ready fighting stance. A straw hat and a red button-up shirt followed by curious ivory eyes and matching hair, emerged from in back of the wooden barrel. Zoro clicked the sheathed shut.

"NA! Zoro. It's just me. HUH?" He noticed the passed out cook on the couch. "What did you do to Sanji?!"

Zoro looked at the cook lying on the coach and then back to his captain.

"Uh? Nothing." Is all he could spurt out. Luffy looked at him and then looked at Sanji.

"Zoro did you KILL Sanji!?" Zoro was taken aback by this.

"HUH?! NO! He's just sick!" Zoro pointed at Sanji. "He collapsed while we were fighting. I didn't want to go see Nami cause she's an evil bitch from hell! So I decided on helping him myself." Luffy walked over to the unconscious chief lying motionless on the couch. He poked the side of Sanjis redden cheek and then looked closer, seeing as his chest was still rising and falling. "Oh! Still breathing." Zoro sighed and patiently replayed to his captain's slowness at mind. "Yes, he is still breathing. You can go tell Nami that we won't be having lunch anytime soon though."

This thought had never occurred to the captain and as Zoros words sunk in, it hit like a ton of bricks.

"WHAT! NO FOOD! NOOOO! I'M GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH!!!" He grabbed Sanji by the collar of the shirt and shook him violently. Screaming at the cook to wake up and make him food before he goes and get's him self sick. When there was no answer. The straw hat boy hung his head in defeat and dragged himself slowly out of the kitchen, to go inform their navigator, Nami, of the cook's state.

When the boy left he almost felt alone, until he heard the gasp from the body behind him. The sounds he was making were starting to make Zoro need to hold that slender looking frame in his arms to confer him. He ignore it all together and just settled on staring at those soft looking lips, emitting all those weird sounds of pain. He was staring to wish Luffy didn't leave. There was a pretty good chance that the chief was going to get molested by a turned-on-by-pain swordsman if he didn't wake up and soon!

END Ch. 1

Authors Note: What do think Zoro is going to do to that defenseless Sanji? Will he give in to the desire to hold the sick man in his arms, or will Luffy come back with Nami and ruin a good naughty scene? (I hoped not!) I might just do it to tease you guys though. REVIEW! Or I will ruin it on purpose just cause I didn't get enough reviews! That's how I work. Can't help it! FOR I'M KAMI TAKAI!!!