It's funny how ideas keep hitting you in the face.. heh.. This one I had to write, for it had been bothering my face for some time now..

One Piece belongs to, none other than... that guy over there..

Oda: "Yo.."

CRACK!

Thunder clapped intrusively over a small ship just able enough to survive moderate amounts of natural disasters that the sea may withhold. A rather fierce storm decided to befall Going Merry that night, but it was nothing this trusty ship couldn't handle.

True enough, it sailed uncomplaining despite the rough weather. With it, a voice barely echoed repeatedly throughout that night, savoring the mood that this particular storm was generating. This voice may seem familiar to you for I'm sure you've heard it countless times before; maybe even adored the sound of its handsomely low pitch.

"Uhhn!" It said.

"Uhhn!" It said again.

"Uhhn!" it said a third time.

The same sound repeated on and on, accompanying the heavy drops of water that the sky proudly unleashed. The effect made this panting swordsman relish the night even more. Though he rarely admitted it, Zoro enjoyed the feeling of being dramatically macho. The harsh way the rain seemed to splash on his muscles followed by the sweat he gained from every heave, altogether trickling down his beautifully-sculpted torso as he lifted the weights with much gusto—all of it seemed to tickle him pink.

This may not seem like much to a man such as himself but once he heard from their exceptional navigator that there was going to be a slightly violent tempest that night, he thought he just couldn't pass out the opportunity to train under the crude weather. To do so under such conditions made Zoro appear valiant and brave, according to his own silly reasoning, of course. Any girl who finds him adorable would chuckle at that remark.

The swordsman continued to train under that expected storm. CRAACK!! Thunder clapped again, a bit louder than the last one, he noticed. The rain continued to pour down, apparently not going easy on Zoro, who appears to enjoy its roughness anyway. He smiled a bit. It was not every night he gets to train under such an angry storm, so he decided to endure this one until it ends. Oh, jolly him. He was not going to waste it. But little did he know that someone, whom he, most likely, wouldn't want there, was approaching nearby.

"Oi!" A familiar voice bellowed from amidst the darkness—a familiarly, annoying voice in Zoro's case.

No one's there. He tried hard to convince himself, brushing off the faint smell of a cigarette as he continued to train.

"I said, Oi!" The voice repeated, obviously irritated that the man he was referring to didn't bother to reply.

Zoro's eye twitched. Ignore it, and it'll go away. He thought hard as he concentrated on the dumbbells he was lifting.



"Oi! Marimo-head!!" It shouted louder than before, seemingly wanting to catch the swordsman's attention.

Just ignore—CLANG! Zoro dropped the weights (which hit the floor hard) and grumbled in aggravation. "I give up," he grunted. "What do you want, Ero-cook?"

The chef choked out a "heh" as he walked towards the swordsman. His footsteps along with the numerous droplets of rain echoed on the wooden deck.

"Nami-san told me to check on you," he said calmly, almost unwillingly as he attempted to relight his smoke.

"Heh." Zoro smirked as he rearranged his weights. "You jealous? Eh, Ero-cook—? WHOA!!" A sturdy kick had just missed the swordsman's jaw by centimeters causing him to lose his balance. "You almost hit me!!" He scowled angrily as he regained his posture.

"Jealous, my ass!" Sanji snarled crossly, baring his teeth at the sneering swordsman. Suddenly, the storm didn't seem so fierce anymore.

"Ah. It looks like you are." Zoro snickered. "Heh... figures." He cannot help wearing a smug look, seeing the cook's irritated one.

As Sanji straightened his face, he slowly pointed a finger at the swordsman. "Why would I be jealous over such a simpleton?"

A vein pumped furiously at the back of Zoro's head. Simpleton? Simpleton, he says? Zoro swiftly sat cross-legged on the deck, closing his eyes to channel his anger. His eyebrows were twitching.

Sanji watched the swordsman quietly as he puffed some smoke. "I've done nearly everything for Nami-san." He said, almost seriously. "There is no way in hell she would choose you over me. I've got no reason to be jealous over you, idiot."

"Whatever, Curly-brows. I know you can't stand the fact that she asked you to check on me." Zoro grinned confidently, as he stood up. "Isn't that proof enough that you are jealous? Face it, Dartboard. Nami would rather choose me over you. Not that I care, anyway." Zoro turned his back and decided to head back to their hammocks and get some sleep, it's not like he'd still be pleased with the storm. Nope, not with him around.

"Prove it."

"Eh?" Zoro looked back. Sanji had stopped him by the shoulder.

"Prove that Nami-san prefers you better than me." The chef replied arrogantly, confident as he was.

"Heh, piece of cake..."

Piece of cake?? Reeeaallyy..??

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