Woopie! First chapter of Zoro! Still not own One Piece, still not making money with this! Not Beta readed.
"Well, now this is the first chapter of Zoro… It´s not very easy to write about him, not as easy as about Sanji I mean… You wouldn´t guess but he hasn´t as many TICKS as the cook, you know? Hope I still managed to make this an interesting and personal moment between them… Next chapter will be His Hobby" Please, enjoy!
Warnings: Yaoi, language
Pairing: ZoSan
Based upon Ch. 1+2+3
Please review and be gentle! Reviews are welcome! Thx!
His sword
´Oh no!´ Sanji thought and jumped over the cliff to catch the white blade. Then he suddenly felt himself falling. He just catched a rock with his left hand. A sharp blade of pain ran through his whole body but he held himself at the rocks of the cliff.
That was two weeks ago…
´Shitty swordsman… Why do you care all of a sudden? Only because I catched your stupid stick? Thanks for caring but NO THANKS!´ Sanji thought and looked onto his bandaged hands. The shitty Marimo told him one week ago that his hands were precious. Even more precious than his sword also it seemed to be irreplaceable… Sanji looked down at the Marimo sitting in front of the Galley and cleaning his white sword. Sanji stood up on the Galley and stared at him since about five or more minutes.
´Replaceable, huh?´ he thought angrily. ´If it isn´t THAT precious to you, then why do you keep staring at it like a mother at her beloved child? You are cleaning and pampering it more than I my own hands… What is it, shit- head?´ he thought by himself, almost… Wait a minute… was he… JEALOUS?? About that SWORD? His eyes widened he shook his head and shrugged back-
Just to kick the glass of water staying on the railing in front of him down right onto the Marimos head…
"WHA!!! What the-? SHIT- COOK!!!" the green- haired man yelled as he looked up. He was completely soaked with water…
"Oops!" was the most intelligent thing Sanji was able to answer.
He hadn´t done this by purpose but he knew the swordsman wouldn´t believe him also if he told him. So he straightened his shoulders and watched the pissed off swordsman walking up the stairs right in front of him. He stopped just a few centimeters away from his face and stared him in his visible eye. Sanji shrugged. One more centimeter and he would be able to see his left eye. Sanjis heart was beating so fast as if it tried to jump out of his chest but he kept playing the cool guy as always. He lend himself some centimeters back and said:
"You should brush your teeth, Marimo! You stink!"
Suddenly the Marimo realized how close he was and took one step back.
"What was that? Why did you do that?" he asked angrily, glaring at the blond man as if he would like to eat him up right now.
"Just watered the meadow." Sanji answered calmly.
The jaw of the man in front of him suddenly hit the floor…
"Wha- Are- Are you crazy?" he asked in disbelief, his deep voice a little higher than normally. He almost squeaked the last word.
"Nope. I don´t think so."
The Marimo still stared at him in total disbelief. Then, suddenly he looked at the cooks hands, shrugged and turned around.
"I owe you one, so I think this time I will let it go…." He said and walked back down the stairs, catched his swords and walked under deck.
Now it was Sanji who stood there in disbelief. The Marimo hadn´t tried to beat the hell out of him? Again he asked himself what was up with this sword that was so precious to him…
Two days later they were having a biiig party because they were able to beat up some people of the world government and rescued a whole village.
Chopper soon slept away and at about 3 o´clock in the morning everyone but Sanji and the shitty swordsman went to bed. The Marimo took the last drag out of the bottle of sake and placed it with a loud ´TUCK´ onto the table just to open the next one. He looked at the almost drunken cook who had started to clean up.
The Marimo stared at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"What is it now, Marimo?" Sanji asked, lightly unsteady ´caused by the Booze he had drunk.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
"What do you mean, shit- head?" Sanji answered, knowing exactly what was coming up next.
"Why did you ´water the meadow´? he asked calmly.
"…!"
The blond man didn´t answer. He looked away and started again cleaning up the table and its surroundings. His hands were aching….
"Hey! Don´t you plan answering me?"
"… … Well… You also wouldn´t believe me if I would tell you." Sanji answered.
"Just try to!"
"…!" Sanji looked back at him and sighed. "Well- it was an accident…"
"An ´accident´! Yeah, sure! Like everything else in the last years! What do you think-"
"But it WAS an accident! I couldn´t catch the glass of water with my hands properly and then it fell down on you…" he would better like to bite his tongue off rather than telling him that he shrugged because he was jealous about his sword…
"Why didn´t you tell me earlier?" the swordsman asked.
"What do you think? Because I knew you wouldn´t believe me! You even don´t believe me right now!"
"… I believe you" the Marimo answered after a moment. "It´s Ok I think… you didn´t do it on purpose."
The blond cook opened his mouth in surprise. He stopped cleaning and sat down by the Marimos side. The shitty swordsman gave him a glass of Booze. Short before he was able to grab it the green haired man pulled back.
"I think that´s no good idea! It could fall…" he said and smirked just to place the glass in front of the cook.
The cook narrowed his eyebrows.
"Haha, funny!" he said sarcastically.
They both fell silent for a while.
"… Can- can I ask you something?" Sanji finally said.
"At least you could try to." the man beside him answered.
"… Your sword…"
"Yeah?"
"Wadou… What is it? Why is it precious for you?" he asked almost shyly. He knew the Marimo didn´t like to talk about. It seemed at least to hurt too much.
"…!"
The Marimo didn´t answer for about five or more minutes. Just as Sanji thought he wouldn´t get an answer the swordsman started talking:
"It- it was hers…" he said lowly, speaking to the bottle in his hands.
"Hers?"
"…. Kuinas…" he said sadly.
"Who was she? You talked about her a few times to Luffy I know but I never catched what it was."
The swordsman chuckled darkly.
"She was my rival, my friend, my ideal and-I think- my first real love… She died at my eleventh birthday… She wanted to become the greatest swordswoman in the world but she thought she could never be able to become strong enough because she was a girl."
"What happened?" Sanji asked lowly.
"She... she fell off the stairs and broke her neck… It was an accident just one day after I promised her to become the greatest…"
"And the sword?"
"I asked her father if I could get it. It is a memory and a promise to her father and to Kuina also to fulfill my destiny…" he looked down at the sword hanging by his side with a sad and almost lovingly expression in his face.
"But- but then… Why do you care about my hands? Isn´t this sword more important to you?" Sanji asked in surprise.
"…" the shitty swordsman just looked him in the eye, smiled- SMILED!!- and stood up.
"Good night, crap- cook!" he said and went under deck.
The ´crap- cook´ just sat there in total confusion.
´What was that?´ he thought and looked after him. ´I- he… he never EVER did smile on me…´So- what WAS that all of a sudden?´
He shook his head and went back cleaning. Well, if his hands were just that important to him he could have helped cleaning… His hands were still aching.
After about five minutes Zoro went back again just to see how Sanji tried to carry a tablet with dishes. The blond man picked it up, winced and placed it back on the table. After that he looked angrily on his injured hands.
"You really shouldn´t try to clean it all by yourself." Zoro said behind his back. The man in front of him jumped out of surprise and turn around fast just to grab the shirt over his chest.
"Marimo! Really if you ever do that again I´ll die because of an heart attack."
""Don´t promise what you cannot hold later!" the Marimo said smirking.
"Haha! Funny! As you can see I have to clean it all by myself because nobody is left for help!"
"I am left…"
"…!" Sanji looked at the Marimo, eyes widened, as he picked up the tablet and turned around to walk over to the kitchen. Sanji was able to handle that kind of niceness, sometimes the green moss- head was able to be kind to him…
But the next sentence he really couldn´t handle.
The swordsman stopped at the entrance of the Galley as he heard how Sanji tried again to help cleaning.
"Oi, shit- cook!" he yelled over to him. "Sit down on your skinny ass and let it be! I´m going to do the cleaning!"
Suddenly Sanji dropped his cigarette…
´Is he ill or something?´ he thought. ´What the-?´
But Sanji obeyed and sat down on a chair.
After the swordsman finished the cleaning he sat down next to Sanji to watch the already rising sun. They sat there in complete, irritating silence. The Marimo never had been that calm when he was near him… It was kinda… nice to share the time in silence…
Suddenly the shitty swordsman started to talk.
"Thank you…" he said simply.
"…? Huh?"
"My sword… I never thanked you for saving it. I just yelled on you…"
"… It´s Ok…"
"No, it´s not…
"What do you mean…? Sanji asked lowly, irritated, looking at the man beside him.
"…"
After a while the Marimo said calmly:
"I wasn´t angry about your hands, you know… I mean- not on the first hand…"
"So- what was it?" ´I knew he didn´t care at all…´ Sanji thought.
"I was angry because- as I saw you- jumping after the sword… Disappear in the gulch of the cliff… That was kinda´ horrible!"
"Marimo, what-"
I´m not finished yet!" he said harshly.
Sanji looked at the face of the moss- head and gasped, silently. As far as he could imagine in the sun of dawn the swordsman was flushed, his face completely red up to his ears!
Sanjis heart missed one beat just to race faster as ever before when he was in the near of the man sitting beside him. ´But… why?´ he asked himself.
"As I saw you… Everything came back to my mind… I mean with Kuina… How I lost her- that empty feeling… I couldn´t stand it if I ever lose a friend or a Nakama of mine again… Even if it´s just you…" he spit the last word so Sanji surely could get the peak.
Again they said there in complete silence as Sanji suddenly said:
"You are definitely and COMPLETELY DRUNK, aren´t ya, asshole?"
"Oh yes, I am!!!" the shit- head chuckled.
"… Would you- would you tell me more about her?" Sanji asked shyly. He didn´t know how the salad- head would react and for some kind of reason he didn´t wanted to break the first peaceful moment between them since they were Nakama.
But he didn´t yell… He looked at the cook with a weird expression in his face and after a deep breath and a loud sigh he started talking…