Title: Nightmares
Paring s :Sanji, Zoro friendship fic
Rating: R for use of wording
Word Count: 2,298
Timeline: Independent
POV: Sanji
Disclaimers: I do not own One Piece no matter how much I wish I did.
Comments: I actually wrote this for a Creative Writing Project I had to do. I liked the way it turned out and hope you do too. Please comment, flames will be laughed at and thrown in the trash. Enjoy your read!
It's been the same thing for the past three weeks. I wake up to the sound of screams, only to find out their my own. These dreams can't keep coming to me like this, or I'll die of sleep deprivation. I pull out my pocket watch and see that it's only four thirty. Well, at least everyone will have a big breakfast. I've been up for the past half hour cooking and I haven't stopped yet. I've set out the table, placed everything where it's suppose to be and I'm still cooking. I stop what I'm doing when I hear the galley door swing open and see Zoro standing there, still half asleep, but his hand still rests on the hilt of his swords.
"Oh…it's only you…for a minute there I thought I had to worry." he mumbled to me, and sat down at the table only after getting a glass of water.
"Yeah it's only me, and keep your feet off of the table, kuso buishido!" I smacked his feet off the table with my spatula. I rinsed off my spatula and then started cooking again. It was too early for someone else to be up, I had hoped that I could spend some time by myself. I sighed, stirring some broth into the dumplings I was steaming. Damn marimo-head, I didn't want to have to deal with him.
"Have another nightmare? Or do you just want to have a feast laid out for your precious Nami-san?" Zoro had placed his feet back up on the table and was looking at me, I could tell, even though I was cooking over the stove and facing away from him.
"None of your damned business seaweed-head." I didn't look back to him, I didn't feel like I had to respond at all but I just wanted him to shut up. "Why don't you just get out of my kitchen, if you can't see, I'm cooking here."
"Hn." was the only response I got from him as he got up, placed his glass in the sink, and left the galley. I could hear the weights being moved and I knew he had started working out again, like he did every morning before breakfast was ready. I sighed again, having to deal with his noise was bad enough during the day, let alone during the early morning.
When I finally finished cooking, it was six thirty and there was about an hour and a half left before everyone else got up for breakfast. I sat down at the table and laid my head down in my folded arms. I was exhausted. I barley had enough energy to breath, let alone do anything else. I closed my eyes, and let the darkness take me away.
I awoke suddenly, being roused from sleep with another fit of screams, mine again. I looked around but I wasn't in the galley, I was in the men's bunk-room. Hadn't I fallen asleep in the galley? …on the table wasn't it? I couldn't of been out for very long, but when I looked at my watch and saw that it was quarter to eleven, I was shocked I had slept so long. And it was almost time for lunch, I had to get up and start cooking. Just as I was about to get up and go back to the galley I was stopped, surprisingly, by Zoro.
"…the hell, get outta the way lettuce-head, I gotta go make lunch for the others." I tried to push past him but he stood infront of me so I couldn't pass by.
"I don't think so cook, captains orders. You kneed some rest and I'm here to make sure you get it. Got it?" he glared at me with a smirk on his face. I huffed, like he really could stop me.
"I don't care what you say, I'm going to cook, now move it." but he still didn't move, and I was really getting pissed off. I aimed a kick at his head but he just grabbed my ankle and held it. "Damnit, let go of me!" I tried to spin out of his grip but it was tight and I couldn't loosen it. He started pushing me back and all I could do was hop backwards to stop myself from falling, and he pushed me right onto the couch and finally let me go when I was sitting down. Then, for all his nerve, he threw a blanket over my head.
"Now go to sleep…" he sat down on the floor infront of me and stared at me. I lightly growled at him, glairing, but I still laid down on the couch and covered myself up with the blanket, turning to the inside of the couch so I wouldn't have to deal with Zoro. I didn't even realize how quickly I fell asleep.
I was having another nightmare. It was the same as all the others. I was running, it was dark, and I was soaked. I could hear the voices yelling at me. Screaming 'Your fault! They're gone! It's all your fault! You shouldn't of left! You'll never reach All Blue! You'll die trying! Die!' The voices faded and I stopped running. I was standing in a spot light and my nakama were surrounding me. Usopp was always the first to speak,
"Bastard…you killed us…you…killed us all." and he disappeared. Next was Luffy.
"Sanji…you let us die…right infront of you…I hate you…I hate you!" and he also disappeared. Then Nami,
"Sanji-kun…why? How could you do this to me? Let this happen?" and she was gone. Finally it was Zoro's turn to speak.
"Thanks a lot cook…now I can never reach my goal to be the best…you didn't just let the crew down, but all of the people who were counting on us. You don't deserve to be called the best chef in the world…you don't deserve to be called the best anything in the world…what you do deserve is to come with us…bastard…living in spite of us all. The only reason why you're still alive…is because you have to live with our memory…" as always, I was shocked to see tears running down Zoro's face, and as he began to speak again, he was choking on his own voice. "Please…please live…for us." And finally, like all the other's, Zoro disappeared.
And the last part, before I woke up, I was engulfed in blue flames, and they hurt more then a stove ever could. I sat up right, panting and sweating lightly, having just screamed myself awake. I was out of breath and for the time being, I had forgotten that Zoro was still sitting on the floor, right next to me. My vision was blurred as I sat up, only looking down at my knees.
"Oi, you ok?" I jumped at Zoro's voice, I had completely forgotten about him.
"Holly hell! God damnit you scared the shit outta me!" I was clutching my chest over my heart, still panting. Zoro was kneeling next to me, and he looked worried, which shocked me.
"Are you ok Sanji?" He said my name? That was really weird. I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered.
"Yeah…I'm fine…why do you ask?" Besides me waking up screaming…
"Do you mean besides you waking up screaming? Well, you were mumbling in
your sleep and you said my name…quite a few times." I hadn't realized I had been talking in my sleep. I blushed and looked away from him.
"Yeah…well it should be no concern of yours what I say in my sleep." I mumbled back, trying to keep as much of my cool as possible.
"Well sorry if I think it concerns me if you say my name five times in a row and sounding like you're gunna cry." He looked away, huffing. That bastard…
"You bastard…should of left me alone." I knew I was blushing, I could feel my face heat up. I was still looking down at my knees, trying my best not to let Zoro see I was blushing. I inwardly cursed at myself for dreaming this same damned nightmare again.
"Oi, cook…they made some food for you." Zoro spoke with little thought, and pointed to a tray with a bowl of rice, some crackers and tea sitting on the floor next to the make-shift bed. I looked down at the food sitting next to me and thought I might as well eat something. I picked up the tray and placed it in my lap. The tea was cooled so it must have been sitting there for a while.
I ate my food quickly and downed the tea in two swallows. After I finished I placed the tray back on the floor. I glanced over at Zoro and he was still staring at me and I shivered under his gaze. The bastard had the nerve to treat me like a child. I glared over at him and yelled,
"What the fuck are you staring at?" my teeth were bared in anger and my eyebrow just barely twitched with the tension. He just looked at me with the same glare he had been for the entire time I'd been awake.
"I'm worried about you." I looked back over to Zoro and was shocked to hear those words come from his mouth. Roronoa Zoro…worried about me? This had to be a dream, but when I looked at him again, his head was facing downward and it almost looked as if he was about to cry.
"There's no need to worry about me, I'm a big boy and can take care of myself alright." I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away. There had to be some reason he was acting this way…maybe he was sick and his head was screwed up more than it usually is. "You're not sick, are ya marimo?" I pushed my hand against his forehead but he felt cool…cooler than I did.
"I'm not the one with a fever dumb-ass." he pushed my hand away and put his against my forehead. "Damn you've gotten warmer." So I was having nightmares and I was sick too? Well isn't that just perfect! I blushed and looked down. Damn it to hell, I wasn't going to stand this.
"Why don't you just left me go and cook so everyone gets fed." I tried to stand up but as soon as I reached my feet, the room began to spin and everything got blurry. I stumbled backward till my knees buckled and I landed on the couch again. He was by my side in an instant, his hand against my forehead.
"You didn't hurt yourself did you?" he pulled his hand away from my face and put it against his own. I could hardly keep my eyes open but I felt the sweat trickling down the back of my neck. My blond hair stuck to my forehead and covered my left eye and I blinked a few times, trying to get my vision to keep still for a moment. Zoro's hand was back against my forehead and then moved to my shoulder. He pushed against me and I was too weak to fight back so I let him push me down so I was laying on the couch. I distantly felt a blanket going back over me, being pulled up over my shoulders as I fell back into a restless sleep.
I woke up slowly, groggily looking out of my half lidded eyes and I felt a damp cloth on my forehead. I groaned loudly, sitting up so the cloth fell to my lap.
"You're awake…" I looked over to the where the voice came from to see a pair of green eyes looking at me.
"Z-Zoro?" I stuttered out. My vision was blurry and everything keep moving around the room like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. I blinked hazily, trying to stop the spinning when I was pushed back to a laying position on the couch.
"Don't worry Sanji…I'm here to take care of you…you've nothing to fear." the voice of my crew mate drifted as my eyes closed again. I was falling back to sleep before I knew it.
I woke up quickly, bolting up into a sitting position. I had had the nightmare again. It was so stupid! I shouldn't be dreaming this stupid nightmare over and over again! I growled at myself in frustration. All of the sudden I heard a yawn next to me and I looked over to see who it was. Zoro sat up from where he was sleeping on the floor.
"You feeling better?" he yawned out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yeah…I'm fine." I did in fact feel better then when I was last awake. The room was no longer spinning and I could see clearly instead of the odd haze I had been looking at before. I placed my hand against my face and I was cool again. Looking down at Zoro I smiled. "Thanks Zoro." He just smiled back at me slightly, pearly white teeth shining past pale lips. When had we become so close to each other that we could make each other smile? We never use to be this way. I suppose that we've grown closer as a nakama and tighter as friends. I smiled and rested back against the couch. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You sure you're okay?" Zoro was now sitting next to me on the couch, his hand resting against me in a reassuring fashion. I just smiled at him again.
"I'm fine…thanks for being here for me." I was glad he was there…I really was. After that night, my nightmares stopped. I guess all I needed…was a friend.