„Chopper, could you go get the milk?" Zoro asked absent-mindedly, pushing the cart and reading their shopping list at the same time.

When he got no answer, he looked up. "Chopper?"

He frowned, had Chopper got lost?

He didn't have to look very far though; his little brother was standing in front of the magazine rack, staring at it longingly.

Zoro rolled his eyes but smiled. In retrospect, it had been sort of obvious where he was going to find him.

He pushed the shopping cart towards Chopper and tapped on his shoulder lightly. "Do you want one?"

Chopper jumped and turned around with a gasp. "Zoro! You startled me!"

Zoro ruffled Chopper's hair affectionately. "Sorry. So, want one?"

His eyes met a pair of huge chocolate brown ones. "Can we really?"

"Chopper," Zoro cut him off, "they don't cost that much. When was the last time you got one anyway? Three months ago? Don't be stupid, go pick the one you wa-"

He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before his legs were tackled by a blur of pink and brown. "Thank you, Zoro! You're the best brother ever!"

Zoro sighed. It wasn't fair; Chopper was such a grateful kid. Zoro hated that wasn't able to buy him all the things other boys of his age had.
Their story wasn't a particularly happy one, they had lost their parents quite some time ago when Chopper had still been an infant, and they didn't have any family left. That had sent them straight to an orphanage, but as soon as Zoro had come of age he had left and taken Chopper with him. That left him as the one responsible for Chopper, and it wasn't easy but they managed. His job wasn't a well-paid one, but it was enough to buy the most important things. These circumstances had made Chopper a very modest kid, and since wallowing in self-pity was against their nature they made the best of it instead, not wasting too much time brooding over what could have been if they still had their parents and what others had and they didn't. The only thing Zoro regretted was that Chopper had to grow up under such circumstances.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when Chopper came running, and placed a magazine inside the cart. "Zoro, there's a poster of Sanji in there! Will you help me to put it on my wall when we get home?"

"Sure. But you have to do me a favour as well. Go get the milk, will you?"

"Aye!"

Zoro was in the kitchen, putting away the groceries, when he heard an excited scream from the living room.

"ZORO!"

Zoro dropped the bread onto the counter and stepped into the room. "Huh? Everything okay?"

Instead of an answer, Chopper yelled again, "Zoro! Come and look!"

Zoro sat down and took the journal Chopper was shoving into his face.

"Sanji – tour dates 2014"

On the left there was a huge picture of the face that was currently filling every spot available on the walls of Chopper's room, so of course he recognized the man instantly.

Below, there was a list of cities, and dates. The one Chopper was pointing at actually wasn't too far away from where they lived.

"Zoro… do you think I could wish for that for my birthday? I mean, my birthday is still a few months away and the concert is earlier than it, but I would really like to go there…"

Zoro pulled him on his lap and hugged him loosely. "You can. I'll see what I can do, okay?"

He had saved up some money for Chopper's birthday anyway, and if that wasn't enough he could still work some extra hours. Besides, he was hardly ever able to say no to those hopeful eyes, even though he knew Chopper would've accepted a no for an answer without complaint.

Chopper put his head against Zoro's chest. "You're the best brother in the world!" he grinned happily.

"Oh, I know I am," Zoro answered, laughing as Chopper hit him playfully, "and you and I, we're gonna rock that concert. Now let me go, I gotta cook dinner. You hungry?"

With a giggle, Chopper released him. "Reeeally hungry! Can I watch some TV now?"

"Only until dinner's ready!"

When Chopper got home from school a few weeks later, there was an envelope lying on the table.

Curiously, he climbed onto his chair and took a closer look.

"Zoro? Why is that envelope on my plate? Is it for me?"

Zoro set down a plate full of pasta on the table in front of Chopper. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe? Why don't you open it?"

Chopper rolled his eyes. "Zoro, I'm not a baby anymore, that kind of stuff doesn't work on me! It is for me, isn't it?"

"Oh no, now you hurt my feelings!" Zoro complained in a fake hurt voice, but Chopper just laughed. He used to get really upset if Zoro pulled these kinds of jokes on him when he was younger, but throughout the years he had learnt tell whether Zoro was kidding or not.

"Okay, since it obviously is for me, I'm gonna open it now," he announced.

"Yeah, do that, while my poor feelings are trying to regain their happiness after you've hurt them so greatly," Zoro hummed as he sat down and started to eat.

He smiled without looking up as Chopper grew incredibly quiet and the rustling of paper stopped.

"Zoro…" Chopper breathed in awe, his hand clutching two concert tickets.

Zoro grinned. "You like?"

A second later, he was almost thrown off his chair by an armful of Chopper.

"Yes!" the boy exclaimed happily, "you really are the best brother I could wish for!"

Zoro wrapped his arms around the boy in his lap and squeezed him gently.

"Hey, you're embarrassing me," he muttered awkwardly.

It really wasn't such a big deal, the tickets hadn't been that expensive since Sanji wasn't an internationally known artist, but it meant the world to his little brother nonetheless.

With a quick peck to Zoro's cheek, Chopper hopped off his lap again and climbed back onto his chair.

He put the tickets back into the envelope carefully, then grabbed his fork, and started eating.

The huge smile never left his face during the entire meal.

Day after day, Chopper had checked the calendar, and today finally was the date circled with red marker.

It was Saturday, so Zoro had planned to sleep in in the morning, but Chopper… well, it didn't look like he was cooperating with Zoro's master plan.

Around seven o'clock, the door to Zoro's bedroom banged open, a few seconds later he had Chopper sprawled out on his chest.

"Holy shit, Chopper," he wheezed, "the fuck are you doing?"

Most people didn't approve his way of talking around a child, but in his opinion Chopper was going to hear curse words sooner or later anyway, and besides, the kid had to develop the brains to understand when he was allowed to talk nasty and when it was better to watch his mouth so basically he didn't give a shit about other people's opinions.

The mass on his chest gasped dramatically. "Zoro! Don't you know what day it is today?"

"Yes I do," Zoro groaned, "it's fucking Saturday, one of the days where I don't have to work and can do things like, you know, sleep!"

"Don't care! That's your punishment for not knowing what day it is today. You really don't remember?"

Chopper had started to bounce up and down on him now, which actually made it somewhat hard to breathe.

"Oi, quit that. And no, I don't remember right now, it's too fucking early for thinking. So please, enlighten me?"

With a huff, Chopper sat up – still on top of Zoro of course – and crossed his arms, but he didn't manage to stay serious for too long, soon an excited smile crept onto his face.

"Alright, even though you actually don't deserve to know if you don't remember. But… TODAY IS THE DAY OF THE CONCERT!"

He shoved a calendar into Zoro's face. "Here, look!"

Zoro pushed Choppers hand away slightly and glanced at the paper. And really, there was a big circle around today's date. He'd completely forgotten, even though Chopper had been talking about the concert for weeks now.

He sat up a little and yawned – it was definitely too early to be up.

"Oh yeah, you're right," he yawned again, "You excited?"

It was a stupid question and Zoro knew it, the excitement could be seen all over Chopper's face.

"Of course I'm excited! It's gonna be so awesome!"

Zoro smiled. "So… if you're that excited it's probably not very likely that you'll go back to sleep, or at least let me sleep for a little longer?"

"Nope!" Chopper laughed cheerfully, "I'll go make breakfast. I want pancakes!"

With that, he jumped up and stormed out of the kitchen.

Zoro leaned back into his pillow again and closed his eyes. "Yeah, you do that…"

Suddenly he sat bolt up in bed and raced to the kitchen. "Wait, Chopper, no! Last time you set the fucking kitchen on fire!"

"Aw but Zoro, that was only one time."

"I don't care! Put that away!"

Chopper had barely been able to eat anything all day because of his excitement, and now that they were standing in the crowd, waiting for Sanji to appear, Zoro couldn't help but wonder if the boy wasn't extremely hungry by now. But in seemed that he had other priorities at the moment, he was all busy staring at the stage in awe.

Zoro shoved a water bottle into the boy's hands. "Here. I don't want you to pass out from dehydration in the middle of a crowd."

Completely mesmerized, Chopper grabbed the bottle and took a sip, his eyes never leaving the stage.

Zoro took the bottle back from him and smiled fondly, his little brother was a real fanboy.
He himself didn't like that Sanji guy too much, he'd read a few interviews with him in some of Chopper's magazines – accidentally of course, as if he'd read such crap voluntarily. Ridiculous.
He didn't know why but something about Sanji annoyed him, even though he didn't quite know what.

He wanted to say something else to Chopper but the moment he opened his mouth the crowd started cheering and shouting and Chopper jumped up and down next to him, yelling excitedly.

Zoro glanced at the stage, and just as he had already guessed from the crowd's reaction, Sanji had appeared.

The singer strolled over to the microphone slowly, smiling charmingly at the ladies in the front row. The screeching in that area increased drastically and Zoro rolled his eyes, he was never going to understand those brainless girls that went batshit crazy for a guy they weren't ever going to talk to.
A quick glance to the side told him that okay, Chopper was behaving just like the rest of them, but that was completely different. First of all, he was so much younger than the annoying fangirls, and, well, he was Chopper, of course he was allowed to behave like the fanboy he was.

Finally, Sanji had reached the microphone and was currently taking it out of the stand dramatically. Then, without saying anything, he threw himself into his first song.

The crowd's screaming died down and was replaced by thousands of voices singing along with Sanji.

Zoro didn't like to admit it, but the song as well as Sanji's voice had something that made his skin tingle. He'd heard all of the songs a hundred times over and over again, but it was a completely different experience from actually getting to hear them live.

The longer the concert lasted, the more Zoro felt himself starting to harmonize with the music, and he actually found himself strangely disappointed when Sanji screamed into the microphone, "Thank you guys! You were so great! I love all of you! Have a good night!"

The lights on stage went out and Chopper turned towards Zoro, his eyes leaving the stage for the first time of the evening.
Zoro could practically feel the happiness the boy radiated.

"Zoro, that was so great! I loved every single second of it!" Chopper exclaimed, grinning so hard that Zoro expected his face to split.

Zoro reached down and sat Chopper on his shoulders in one smooth motion. The last thing he wanted to happen was Chopper getting trampled by the people that were surrounding them.

"Glad you liked it. Hey, do you wanna go buy a poster or a shirt or something? I think I saw a booth where they sold that stuff."

He felt Chopper tighten the grip on his hair. "Really? But I already got the concert!"

"Kiddo, you need to stop questioning everything I say. If I say you can buy something if you like, I mean it, got that?" he sighed, the kid really was too modest for his own good.

Chopper nodded sheepishly. "I'm not sure if there's space for another poster on my wall, though…"

"They also sell other stuff, you know. And if you happen to like a poster I'm sure we'll work something out. You also have a ceiling, don't you? There's still plenty of space," Zoro mused while manoeuvring around the people that were heading for the exit as well.

After what seemed like hours they finally reached an area where it wasn't that crowded, so Zoro put Chopper back onto the floor and only took his hand instead.

"Okay, uh, now we have to find the booth. I'm sure I saw it before the concert…"

Chopper tugged on his hand slightly. "I found it, Zoro, it's right over there," he laughed.

"I- I knew that! I was testing you; I wanted to see if you would be able to find it without me! And you were, good job!"

"Are you sure? It looked to me like you were lost again."

"Lost? And again? Chopper, what are you thinking of me? I never get lost!"

"Yeah, sure. Now, let's go to the booth, come on!"

Chopper led him to the table where they sold the merchandise. There was a huge amount of people waiting already; it seemed that everyone wanted to get some stuff with Sanji's face on it. Zoro didn't understand the hype at all; the guy wasn't even that hot! Well, he was hot, no doubt about that, but Zoro had seen hotter men before, probably. Maybe. Alright, he was one of the hottest guys Zoro had ever seen, but that still wasn't a reason to worship him like a god, personality mattered too, after all.

They waited in the queue for about ten minutes and there were still lots of people before them.
Zoro leaned towards Chopper. "Hey, do you mind waiting here on your own for a few minutes? I really gotta use the restroom. I don't think it'll be your turn before I'll be back again, but just in case, here's my wallet, okay? You think you can manage that?"

Chopper nodded proudly with his chest puffed. "Of course I can! I'm almost grown up, remember? Just make sure to not get lost."

With a huff, Zoro turned and started looking for the restrooms.

How he'd ended up outside really was beyond him. There weren't even any people anymore, and he must have had found an exit that wasn't controlled too, he hadn't met any security guards on his way out.

He scratched his head and turned. Now even the building had disappeared. Seriously, what was wrong with buildings nowadays?

Trusting his luck which always brought him to the right place at the right time, he started walking in a random direction.

As he walked, he heard some voices that were growing louder and louder with each step he took. Maybe they could tell him where that damn building was, so he headed towards them.

"Oi, excuse me, can you tell me how to get back to the concert hall?" he called, but was suddenly grabbed by the arm rather roughly.

"Oi!"

"Sir, this area is closed. You are not allowed here, I must ask you to leave immediately."

Zoro growled defensively. The man that was still grabbing his arm was rather big. His clothes were entirely black and he was wearing sunglasses. Altogether he would've made a damn good bodyguard, and on second thoughts that was probably exactly what he was. But that sure as hell wasn't going to stop Zoro from anything; he ripped his arm free in one smooth movement and scowled at the bodyguard guy.

"Well, this is not exactly the place I want to be right now, so if you could kindly tell me how to get back to the conc- hey, wait a minute!" There behind the second black clothed man, he caught a glimpse of blond hair and a swirly eyebrow which he knew all too well; the sight of it greeted him every morning when he woke Chopper after all.

"You're that Sanji guy, aren't you? Well, that certainly explains the fuss your pet here is making." He mused.

The bodyguard next to him gasped, but Sanji raised one of his swirly eyebrows cockily.

"Yes, that happens to be me," he snorted, sounding somewhat amused, "and I gotta say, you're the first fan that doesn't go batshit crazy on me."

"Fan?" Zoro snapped, "The fuck makes you think I'm a fan of you?"

What an arrogant fucker!

Sanji only seemed to be more amused by Zoro's little outbreak, he casually pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips.

"Well, you're looking for the concert hall. There isn't any other act tonight besides me, and you were talking about 'getting back' so you were there before. Therefore, you must've been at my concert, so you're probably a fan," he concluded smartly.

"Except I'm not, smartass," Zoro responded smugly. For some reason this conversation was kind of entertaining, he'd expected Sanji to set his bulky guard dogs on him to force him to leave, but it seemed that that guy, despite being famous, knew how to put up a fight, even though he irritated him no end.

"Oh? So, great moss head that is not a fan of me, what are you doing here?"

Moss head? What the fuck?

"You mean out here or here in general, curly brow? Out here because I was looking for the restroom, and in general because for some reason my little brother loves you and your music to death. I swear your face is ruining my day from the moment I set my foot into his room to wake him in the morning, you're literally plastered to every single spot on his wall!"

Sanji let out a laugh; he probably hadn't been expecting that.

"Your brother sounds rather adorable to me. And he certainly does have a great taste in music," he snickered.

"Oi, stop with that narcissistic bullshit! And now I only need an autograph, then I can finally go back to that hall."

"An autograph? Who says I'm going to give you one?"

Zoro's eye twitched.

"I do, because if I tell him I met you and you didn't give me an autograph for him that will bring his world crashing down and I won't let that happen. So, autograph!" he ordered.

Sanji looked a little taken aback for the split second, but then he snorted and dug a pen and a handkerchief from his pocket.

"You're lucky I like kids, Marimo. Turn around, I need something to write on."

Zoro did as he was told. A moment later the handkerchief was placed on his back and he felt the pen digging into his skin.

"Hey, what's your brother's name?" Sanji asked while writing.

"Chopper," Zoro replied curtly.

"What? Chopper? Just how did your parents come up with that name?" the blond laughed.

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Of course Chopper is not his real name. His name is Tony, but we both think it's just silly and stupid so we just go with Chopper. Don't ask me how he got that nickname though because neither of us remembers."

"Hm, interesting. So, Chopper is it, then." Sanji had finished his writing and handed the piece of fabric to Zoro. "Here. Also the building is over there, I hope your directionless ass manages to find it."

Zoro snatched the handkerchief and shoved it into his jeans pocket carefully. He was going to give it to Chopper for his birthday he decided. If he gave it to him after he had already been at the concert, the boy was going to die from a heart attack or something.

"My ass can handle itself just fine," Zoro snapped, but offered the singer a half-smile nonetheless. "Thanks."

With that he turned, actually managing to walk in the right direction for once.

"Tell Chopper I said hi!" Sanji shouted after him.

Zoro lifted his hand and waved over his shoulder.

By the time he finally got back to the hall he was rather worried about Chopper, hopefully the boy had stayed where he had been.

But he was lucky; Chopper was still waiting next to the booth; busy admiring the shirt he had bought.

Only when Zoro poked his shoulder, Chopper lifted his head.

"Zoro, look what I bought! It's so cool!" he beamed.

Zoro ruffled his hair and smiled. "You're right, it is cool. Are you going to wear it for school on Monday?"

Chopper nodded vigorously.

"Yeah! Do you think the others will like it?"

"Oh, they'll envy you no end, I'm sure. Now, let's go home, okay?"

"Okay!"

The ride home was unusually quiet. Zoro had expected that Chopper was going to talk about the concert and Sanji the whole time, but as soon as the boy had fastened his seatbelt, he had fallen asleep. In retrospect it wasn't that surprising though, considering the fact that he had woken up rather early, and a concert was probably pretty exhausting too if you were that young.

By the time they finally reached their home, Zoro was ready to fall asleep any moment as well. He was rather glad he made it through the entire ride, falling asleep behind the wheel and crashing into a tree wasn't really how he had planned to leave.

Suppressing a yawn, he got Chopper out of the car and carried him to the house, not having the heart to wake the boy up.

He didn't bother to undress Chopper, hell, he was hardly awake enough to undress himself. Besides, he was quite sure that Chopper wasn't going to die because of one night spent in his clothes, so he simply took off the boy's shoes and jacket.

Unfortunately, as soon as he had dropped onto the bed, he found himself wide awake again, which was really fucking ironic since he had spent the whole ride home trying to be a responsible brother and not drive off a bridge by accident.

Zoro rubbed his eyes. He really was beyond tired, but that didn't change anything about the fact that he was as awake as if he had accidentally poured an energy drink into his coffee.

Suddenly, the concert flashed through his mind again. He hated to admit it, but that Sanji really did have a great voice. And even though he had known all of his songs by heart already – thanks to Chopper – he had been surprised. They were catchy, and whilst he didn't mind them if Chopper listened to them, he had never particularly liked them. But tonight had been different; the way Sanji sang was special. Unlike most of the artists out there that produced the music most kids listened to – Zoro couldn't stand that kind of songs, at least Chopper had a decent taste – Sanji put his emotions into his songs. They weren't just lyrics that happened to fit with the beat, no, they were real.
Somehow Zoro was impressed. Not all singers managed to do that, and well, it seemed that the blond singer was one of them.

And damn, that guy knew how to fight. Bickering with him had been great fun, and Zoro assumed that Sanji had felt the same; it would've been easy to tell his bodyguards to make him leave after all.
With that, Sanji had earned Zoro's respect. He actually appeared to be a normal guy that happened to be famous, no big deal.

Didn't mean he wasn't annoying, though.

Zoro sighed and turned around. He was starting to feel sleepy, but in the end it still took him quite some time until he finally stopped thinking about Sanji and was able to fall asleep.

Little did he know that not too far away, in a hotel room, a certain singer was lying on his bed, unable to sleep due to one particular moss head who was

wandering through his mind.

A/N: Finally, almost four months after Ajalea/oranglies' birthday I managed to finish her birthday present! I didn't get it done any sooner because... well, mostly because I'm trash, and I'm really sorry about that.
This is unbetaed because I would've asked Lies to beta this, but well, can't have her work for her own present, right? So please tell me immediately if there's an error of any kind, I'll fix it if it's the case.
Also I have to say that the idea isn't entirely mine, I actually got it from a prompt on Tumblr:

Character A is a famous popstar. Character B is a college drop out with dead parents and a younger sibling to take care of. Character B's younger sibling absolutely adores Character A, so Character B has made it their mission to get an autograph from Character A. [...]

This isn't the entire prompt since I'm actually thinking about making this a multichapter fic, so I don't wanna tell everything just yet, even though I won't write it exactly the way the prompt goes. For source reasons I'm still going to post the link to the prompt though (just remove the spaces).

auideas . / post / 94583530473 / i-came-up-with-this-and-im-so-proud-3