Sanji could hear the melodic tones coming from the piano despite the fact that he was in his own room trying to calm down. He fixed his black tie nervously. Today was finally the day, the day that he was going to get married to his beautiful Nami-swan. So why was he so nervous? He could feel his hands trembling and the sweat that was forming in his palms. He needed to calm down, now.

He leaned against the wall and tried to calm his heart a bit. What was with this? Why wasn't his heart calming down? Well he was getting married so it was normal right? Yes, it should be. This was totally normal. But he just wished that his damn heart would just calm down already.

"Hey bro,"

Sanji turned his head and looked at the giant man that was leaning against the door frame. He suddenly felt his muscles relax a bit he wasn't even aware that he was so tense. Franky raised his eyebrow clearly noticing some of the oddness on the blond man. Sanji gave him a reassuring smiled but clearly he wasn't convinced.

"You look pale," he says with a concerned voice. "Are you okay?"

Sanji searched his pockets looking for his cigarette and lighter then he annoyingly remembered that Nami had took them before they departed banning him to smoke until the wedding was over. What kind of dumb rule was that well the ban came from Nami-san so it couldn't be that much of a dumb idea but even so in a situation like this it was just cruel to leave a man without his beloved cigarettes.

Franky clearly understanding the situation snickered and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Sanji almost was going to jump on the man filled with joy, he snatched the cigarettes and the lighter off of Franky's large hand and gave him a "how?" look while opening the newly bought box.

"I figured that you would go crazy without a smoke," Franky explained while shrugging. "I asked a million times to Nami to just let you have one smoke she insisted on saying no so I just bought a new box."

Sanji quickly lit the cigarette dangling between the lips he drew in a deep smoky breath letting the sensation of the smoke relax him. He then turned at Franky giving the man a grateful look.

"Thanks Franky,"

Franky laughs and then pats Sanji's back making the blond stumble forward. If it was a normal day Sanji would've yell at him for hitting so hard but right now this man was his savior. If it wasn't for him he surely would've gone crazy.

"So," he starts, Sanji's ears perk up a bit noticing the worried tone in Franky's voice. " Are you sure you going to go through this?"

It takes about a minute until Sanji realizes what Franky's asking. Did that idiot really thought that he had change his mind about marriage? Of course not who would decide such a thing just before the ceremony? What kind of heartless bastard would do such a thing towards a lady?! Certainly not him. He would be the last person to bail on a woman just before marriage. Besides he was the one asking Nami-san to marry him so why would he just run away. This was all that he had wished for.

But obviously the silence that followed after Franky's absurd question makes the man think otherwise. Sanji is highly annoyed right now; he takes another deep smoky breath from his cigarette. Why was Franky even asking such a question? He should be doing the opposite by trying to ease his nervousness or cheer him up a bit.

Wait. Why did he need Franky to cheer him up? He was already cheerful about the damn wedding! It was a freaking dream come true!

He felt Franky's hand on his shoulder clearly expecting that the gesture would calm him down. Suddenly he felt like a child, he didn't need Franky's damn consolation he was totally fine and ready for the wedding! He pushes Franky's hand away.

"I'm fine," he says bluntly. "But you're clearly not, asking such dumb questions."

Franky's sighs and gives Sanji an apologetic look.

"Nobody will blame you if you have second thought you now?" He replies and when he sees that Sanji is glaring at him he continues. "This was a little too fast don't you think? Marriage is a serious thing little bro."

"I'm not your little bro," Sanji snarls under his breath and adds. " And I know that marriage is a serious thing. That's why I'm here; I want it to be serious with Nami."

That's right. He wanted this, he feels weirdly satisfied with his comment. But he was telling the truth he always wanted to be with Nami and he couldn't see anything wrong about marrying her. She was nice and kind. She was also smart, beautiful and she liked his food. Well most people liked his food so that really didn't count did it. She also had a nice body… wait that probably didn't count as well. He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears Franky growl at him.

"If you wanted to be serious with her you should've moved in together not marry her just like that!" then he sighs. "If you're doubting yourself, you should call off the wedding now. Besides a man like you that always flirts can't get married, don't forget just one woman for the rest of your life." Franky ends his speech with a snicker.

Sanji's first reflex was to kick Franky in the face. What kind of man did he think he was? He didn't care if he had one woman for the rest of his life! What kind of shallow thought was that, women weren't property. Suddenly an image pops up before his eyes. The image of the future with Nami in it. Nami was going to be there when he wakes up, when he sleeps, when he cooks, when he watches TV and everything else. But that wasn't a bad thing was it? Of course not. Just when Sanji was about to snap at Franky and tell him to piss off a soft knock comes from the door.

Before either of them could say "come in" the door opens and Vivi's face appears. She smiles at Sanji.

"It's time." She says, her smile growing wider.

Franky and Sanji slowly follows her but soon enough Franky leaves to find the bridesmaids. He really doesn't care thought, he's still angry at Franky for telling him such stupid things before the wedding. Who would do something like that? And the fact that his pulse was quickening really didn't help his situation either. He should be happy and filled with joy but then why did he feel like he wanted to puke? It just didn't make sense. Oh, how he craved a smoke right now, but he just couldn't even dare to reach out to a cigarette when he was just about to reach the altar. He was only sure about one thing; he wasn't going nuts about being stuck with one woman for the rest of his life. No, he just felt like he was missing out on something. Something important.

He shook his head as he started to stand and waiting for the bride to enter. He was just delusional, there couldn't possibly be something better then to merry Nami. He looked at the crowd suddenly feeling relieved to see familiar faces. Being near his friends always soothed he would never admit that tough. Suddenly he could hear the tunes of the piano change in to the classic wedding music signaling that the bride was coming.

But there was also another bizarre sound coming from somewhere. He couldn't really guess where the sound was coming from and it was like a "thump" sound only faster and for some reason nobody looks like they could hear it. When he looks down his feet he suddenly realizes where the sound was coming from. His eyes widens with horror, it was coming from his heart! His heart was pounding like he'd run a marathon or something.

Didn't that mean he was going to pass out in any minute? Nami-san would kill him if he passed out in the middle of the wedding!

To his surprise he doesn't faint and he's quite shocked to see that the bridesmaids and their companions had already gathered around him. So that meant…that meant that the bride was coming. He slightly turned a bit and looked at Franky that gave him a reassuring look but Sanji couldn't shake the feeling that there was also a hint of worry in his eyes.

The thing that snapped him out of it was the murmurs that had started to reach his ears. "There she is,isn't she beautiful." Well he could agree to that much Nami-san looked magnificent like a real life goddess, white really did suite her and if it was any other day Sanji would have leapt forward and pull her into a deep kiss. But for some reason he didn't feel like doing any of those things. He smiled at Nami as he tried to pull his thoughts together. What the hell was he thinking now? Has he completely lost his mind?

His craving for a cigarette got stronger as Nami elegantly walked towards him. His hand reached for his pocket but with Franky bumping him with his shoulder he stopped. God he was losing it. As Nami stood next to him she gave him a warm smile. Sanji did the same not wanting to worry her. As the priest started to talk he tuned him out knowing that the priest wasn't going to say anything interesting.

Suddenly with all the people staring at them he felt very very uncomfortable. He didn't like the fact that people were watching them like they were some sort of shitty romance movie. Why were there so many people anyway? He really didn't know most of them. He actually would prefer a more family and just close friends kind of wedding. But no, Nami had to invite everybody she knew, she didn't even consult him!

He needed to stop these negative thoughts swarming inside his head. He surely shouldn't think bad about his beloved Nami-san that would soon be his wife forever and ever.

"And you Sanji will you love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

Sanji feels his mouth go dry. What was he going to say? He should say yes of course. But he isn't quite sure he wants to say it. No no that was a bad idea. This was his dream life. He always wanted to find a beautiful woman as his wife and be with her. But… he's so young. Wait he wasn't that young. Besides what difference did it made? It wasn't like his soul mate was just waiting at the door for him. Even if his soul mate was waiting why didn't she show up earlier! Maybe she did but he ignore her. What if?

He's suddenly pulled back to the real world with Nami's angry hiss. He wasn't quite sure but he could guess that Nami was telling him to hurry up or something. He frowns; it wasn't like this was an easy decision for him. This was forever they were talking about! But then again Sanji was the one that asked her to marry him. He almost growled in the middle of the wedding. Why was he so stupid! Nami was going to be furious with him! He hated when Nami was angry and for most of the time she was angry. That wouldn't be pleasant to see forever. Sure he loved him, he really did but maybe it was a different kind of love.

He backs away from the priest that was staring at him. He also hears a couple of gasps surrounding him but at the moment he really didn't care. Marriage was just too big of a step. Nami looks at him with an anger that should even be possible for a lady to make he again takes a few steps back.

"Sanji-kun what are you doing?" she says trying to keep calm. "Come back."

He could feel his whole body shaking. His mind was telling him to just stay put and say yes and be happily married but his heart, his damn shitty heart is telling him to leave. He clenches his fists and then releases them trying to stay calm. He gives Nami an apologetic look.

"I'm really sorry Nami-san…" he murmurs under his breath.

Before he turns around and starts to run he hears Nami coming after him. She should be able to reach him, he could also hear her yelling and asking what the hell was he was doing. Seriously what was the hell he was doing? But it was too late to hesitate now.

"Run bro run!" he hears Franky calling after him as he holds Nami that was hysterically trying to escape from the man's grip. He was surprised that Franky was saving him the second time today. He gives him a thankful look and runs away from the altar despite the fact that everybody was staring at him. He could almost feel their stares on his back filled with disgust.

About ten minutes later he leans against a wall and pants. He has no idea of where he is or how much he'd run. He really didn't thought too much of where to go after he fled the wedding. He slowly slides down and sits down on the cold floor of the clearly abandoned street. What had he just done? He just lost his opportunity of living with a gorgeous woman for the rest of his life.

Wait, wasn't that the main reason he fled from the wedding?

He just felt so embarrassed; usually brides would change their mind in the last minute and fled from the wedding. Man usually tried to escape their marriage afterwards. But then again he would probably never have done something like that if he was able to get married. He was too much of a gentleman to try to pull off a stunt like that.

He scratches his head and decides that he needs a drink. Preferably a strong one that would get him drunk immediately. He stands up and looks around the empty street. It wouldn't be half bad if the shitty street had some sort of bar or pub or anywhere that he could get drunk peacefully. He squints his eyes trying to see the end of the street. There was a sign that said "All Blue" with neon lights. It certainly looked like a bar of some sorts. He decides to take his chances and walk towards the bar ruthlessly.

When he opens the door a bell chimes signaling that a customer as arrived. They use to have the same thing at the Baratie and of course he hated the damn stupid bell even if it felt smoothing, after a while it was just annoying hearing the bell ring over and over again and at last he just ripped the damn thing off of the door at the Baratie he never regretted it tough.

The bar is surprisingly full. Even if the street was empty obviously this place had a good reputation. And if he wasn't in such a foul mood he might even admired the cleanness and the decorations of the bar. But that had to wait for another time right now he would only admire a good drink.

He sits down on a stool and a little too cheerful bartender appeard in front of him. The boy had black hair and green eyes he's quite charming actually.

"What may I get you sir?" he asks grinning widely.

Sanji is so overwhelmed by the boys manners he smiles back even if he feel like a piece of crap at the moment.

"Give me your strongest drink," he says then adds fearing that he sounded rude. "Please."

The boys grins again clearly amused by his behavior. The boy gives him the usual "coming right up sir." And leaves to get his drink. He's actually quite happy that this bartender isn't one of those talkative ones. Yes once in a while it felt good to just open up to a stranger but he didn't feel like opening up to anyone at the moment. He then feels another presence sitting next to him , he looks at the man with the corner of his eye.

The first thing that comes up in his mind about the man is "Oh goody, marimo." The man's hair is green what kind of cruel thing have he done in his past lives to give him such an unpleasant hair color. He just felt sorry for the man other than that he was muscular and had three gold earrings dangling from his ear.

He really doesn't care that much tough he impatiently waits for his drink and when the boy finally brings it to him he does a shot and asks for another. Right now he really didn't care that his throat was burning from the sudden burst of alcohol but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to forget about what happened today, even if it only lasted for a night.

The boy gives him a concerned and puzzled look. He probably didn't expect anyone to just shot down one of the strongest drink they had but he just shrugs it off and brings him another and another and another.

After one hour he starts to giggle and feels rather fuzzy. He then realizes his drunk and giggles even more. He licks his lips not wanting to leave the slightest of alcohol on them. Then he looks at the young bartender and lifts his empty glass into the air.

"Another!" he yells.

The boy takes the empty glass from him and puts a fill one in front of the drunken man. Sanji takes a sip and makes a face fill of disgust. He might be drunk but that didn't mean that his taste buns were also drunk too.

"Hey," he calls to the bartender. "This isn't the strong stuff you gave me earlier."

They boy again gives him a concerned look. He probably was trying to prevent him from getting even drunker. But Sanji didn't care he wasn't a drinker anyways so one night wouldn't affect him. He hears a grunt coming from next to him and glares at the green haired man. Was that shitty marimo judging him?

"What are you an old man?" he snarls towards the stranger. "What's with all the grunting?"

The marimo glares at him clearly annoyed by his question. "You shouldn't force him to give you stronger alcohol you idiot, if anything happens to you when you're drunk he's responsible."

"What the hell?" he snaps completely ignoring the logical fact of what the stranger just said. "Did you just call me an idiot!?"

When the stranger shrugs and starts to ignore him he feels even more annoyed if possible. Did this dumbass even know what he had been trough today? Or did he also flee from a wedding that probably held a possible and good future for him? He had the right to get drunk and he wasn't going to make the idiot marimo ruin it!

"You have no right to call me an idiot you stupid marimo!" he yells making the stranger face him once again. "You have no idea of what a crappy day I've been through, you have no right to judge me!"

The stranger gives him an odd look. "Marimo?" he asks raising his eyebrow.

Sanji snickers as he reaches towards the strangers head and plucks a generous amount of green hair making the man jerk up a bit. Then he shoves the hair in to the man's face.

"Haven't you noticed the moss growing threw your head?" he says and then laughs like he just the funniest thing ever.

He was expecting the stranger to yell at him since he just plucked some of his hear but surprisingly he doesn't and smirks at him.

"You're the one to talk curly brow." He replies.

Sanji doesn't know if it was because of the booze or because of the weird day he just had but he suddenly feels relaxed. For the first time today he actually was enjoying himself by just yelling at some stranger. He still felt fuzzy but as he always said to himself he was a gentleman even towards a rude marimo like this stranger.

"Sorry," he mumbles. He actually didn't want to apologize, but his gentleman instincts were much stronger.

The man tilts his head towards his left a bit and looks like he was about to ask why he was apologizing but rather doing that he just shrugs and smiles.

"I'm Zoro," he says suddenly.

Sanji doesn't really have anything against meeting new people and such but he doesn't really feel that comfortable by giving a stranger he just met his name. This man might be a murderer for all he knew but weirdly he feels all giggly again and extends his hand.

"Sanji."

And cut! Thanks for reading and I hope everybody enjoyed it ^^ sorry for any grammar mistakes and please review! until next time byee :D