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"Oi Marimo, come over here." The swordsman turned to the sound of the cook's voice. It had been two years since he heard it, but he said it much better than the Ghost Princess. He followed Sanji into the kitchen. The cook sat behind the kitchen counter and Zoro perched himself on the bar chair.
He noted the cook had a weary looking expression. Maybe it had something to do with the incident in Thriller Bark. Even Zoro carelessly thought of it as old history, the others might still be freaking out about his sudden chest problems.
Right, he should tell them straight off, even though he never liked explaining things. Along with training, Juraquille Mihawk had taught him some interesting mediation practices. He had to settle down the chuckle that was rising to his throat at remembering how all three of them, Mihawk, Perona, and himself, were practicing yoga, stretching their bodies in the oddest positions. He was skeptical about it but it naturally healed the injury Kuma had inflicted.
"What?"
"Okay, two years ago, I let it slide because you're an idiot-I meant-you can take care of yourself better, but we're heading to deeper and more dangerous places. You need to be more careful, so-"
Zoro held his hand up, "If you're talking about what happened to Thriller Bark, I'm completely fine. I don't feel anything anymore." In that second the swordsman noticed that Sanji's expression didn't change. Did this mean there were other matters he wanted to talk to him about? If there was, what was it? Was it that stupid, 'bad sense of direction' thing again?
A vein popped out on his smooth forehead, "I don't have a bad sense of direction-"
"Of course you do, idiot," Sanji snapped, "but that's not what we're talking about! Let me finish!" Zoro let out a huff but he let Sanji diminish his anger first.
'R-Right..." Sanji suddenly turned away from Zoro and were gathering something. When he turned back around, he was holding on a gigantic poster, about three meters wide and two meters tall. The swordsman suddenly backed away and his face could not get any redder because the image of the picture was himself.
"W-What-!"
It was a huge collage with different images of Zoro. The biggest pictures were him doing the similar pose. The first one was in Whiskey Peak and Zoro had taunted the Baroque Works. The second one was in Skypiea where he was yet again taunting Braham, the light flashing gunner. The last one was when he and the rest of the crewmates (minus Luffy and Nami) were approaching Oz.
"F-First of all, where the heck did you get these pictures?"
"Robin." For some reason that answered everything.
Sanji slapped a hand on the picture where Zoro's taunt in Skypiea, "Marimo, your taunts are too seductive, okay! This will knock out anyone out. God, I almost got a bloody nose when I saw this!"
"I really didn't want to know that."
"A-and look at you now! If you ever taunt...you'll-"
"Like this?" On hearing that, Sanji's perverted eye zipped to Zoro.
Zoro shifted his shoulders a little and a tiny portion of his tongue was out. The wink, the tongue, and his beautiful dark green robe; all together he was radiating with strong sexual power.
The cook's jaw dropped and in an instant his face went on fire. Sanji flew back and slapped his hands over his nose to stop the gushing of the blood. The swordsman held his stomach and cackled in laughter.
"Zoro! This isn't funny! It's serious!" Sanji snapped after he recovered with two pieces of tissue screwed up into his nostrils.
Zoro wiped the tears from his eyes, "I think this is only your problem." Suddenly there was a glitter in the man's eyes, the same way it did when Nami heard the sound of money.
"Care to tell me what island you were in for the whole two years?"
The End