A/N: Here's another addition to my pile of completely nonsensical ZoSan fiction. I used a random generator to get nine prompts and then based the story around those. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own One Piece.
Colour Me Red
Pink. That was the colour his cheeks turned when their shoulders touched, when their knees bumped, when their eyes suddenly met from across the room. Zoro didn't understand why he enjoyed seeing that dash of colour run across his pale skin. He felt something though, that much he understood.
Amusement. That was the expression laid out on his face every time they accidently collided, every time their shoulders brushed, their knees touched. He always looked amused. Does he enjoy this? Is something that would cross Sanji's mind quite often, making him blush even more and leaving the green haired swordsman amused, once again.
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Challenge. He treated it like a game, it was a match and losing was not acceptable. Especially when Zoro couldn't even explain the feeling (he tried explaining it to Chopper, but the reindeer just giggled and ran away), and to him it looked like the shitty cook knew something about it. He would definitely get some answers from the blonde but first, he would make him blush.
Curious. He could tell that the marimo bastard didn't understand what was happening, to him this was just a game, something he did for fun. And it got the blonde thinking, how far will he go? Sanji's curiosity got the better of him, after all two can play the game.
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Trouble. The cook had upped the stakes and it was becoming difficult by the minute for Zoro to win. His little tricks didn't work anymore and to him it looked like the blonde could care less about his actions. He looked troubled, sitting on his spot at the deck with his arms folded and his eyebrows furrowed together. When Robin passed him by that afternoon, she chuckled "Surprise him."
Surprise. The moment he realized that what he felt for Nami-san and Robin-chan and all the other precious ladies in the world and what he felt for the swordsman was quite similar and yet very different. He loved women, but he was in with love Zoro. Somehow the realization didn't surprise him much.
-x-
Distance. He had to close the gap. That's all he had to do to win. Though Zoro soon realised that it wasn't as easy as it sounded in practice. The blond had understood his plan and was quick in avoiding his advances. It had become a game of cat and mouse and there was no way in hell that Zoro would let his mouse get away.
Panic. He thought that the shitty marimo would be slow in figuring out these things but he had hit the jackpot. The touches were more lingering, the distance non-existent. He knew exactly how to make Sanji squirm and the chef didn't like it one bit. It became Sanji's mission to try his best at not being left alone with the swordsman. He had seen what he wanted to see, and his curiosity had long turned into dread (and little bit of excitement) of what was to come.
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Red.
He double checked to make sure that everyone was sleeping because what he was about to do was highly embarrassing and he didn't want any interference. He made his way towards the kitchen at the crack of dawn, his footsteps inaudible. He could smell the breakfast in the air already and hoped that their Captain was too sleepy to notice. He entered the kitchen swiftly and silently, going unnoticed by the humming chef who was busy arranging sandwiches on a huge platter with his back to the door. Zoro quietly stepped up behind his target and grabbed him by the waist, turning the blond around to face him. And then without a word, he pressed their lips together. After a few seconds, which for some reason felt more like minutes to him, he pulled away, only to smirk at the sight in front of him. He had won the game, caught the mouse and his reward was right in front of him. Instead of pink, the cook's face was bathed with the colour red, stretching from his cheeks to his ears.
Zoro concluded, he preferred red over pink any day.
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A/N: This is me trying to get over my writer's block and failing miserably. Reviews are always appreciated though.
