with a small smile on the green hairedman's face, zoro opened the door to his appartment. he then closed and locked it. it was getting late. he should get some sleep. he went to the small bathroom with silent steps, closed and also locked the door after himself. he washed the blood that he had failed to dry off in his white shirt to not get his car too dirty off his hands, and pulled off his blood-stained tshirt with routine-like movements. his pants were also blood stained,he pulled those off too, and proceeded to take a quick shower. it had been one long night. he sighed happily and washed the few drops of blood that had gotten into his hair away. he had underrestimated the guy and he had almost gotten away. he couldn't allow a mistake like that again. he dried himself off and put on a pair of light grey sweatpants, not bothering to put on a shirt. tracing the scar on his chest, from left collarbone to right hipbone with his fingers absentmindly, he shut off the lights and headed for bed. he would just take care of his blood-stained clothes tomorrow. he went to the entryway, suddenly remembering something. carefully he took kitetsu III from the place he had apparently left it, up against the maindoor, and carried it with him to his bedroom. he placed it next to shuusui and wadou ichimonji. before walking all the way to his bed, he traced the handle of wadou. kuina…he shook his head slightly to stop himself from sidetracking too much. he had to get some sleep so he wouldn't feel like shit at work next day. he laid down onto his bed and quickly fell asleep, wondering who his next target should be.
pushing the doors to his gym and workplace aside, he stomped inside. luffy had called him in the middle of the night to hear if he had any meat he could have. ace had apparently fallen asleep and luffy had eaten all of their food out of pure boredom. so when he was done, he had felt the need to call zoro to ask. luckily, the kid hadn't upheld him for too long, as ace woke up in the back ground and had taken the phone from luffy and hung up. or, so zoro guessed. all the green haired man had heard was yelling in the background and then the connetion was over. but the greenhead hadn't gotten any sleep since, being unable to fall asleep for some reason. he trained kids material arts in this gym for a living, it might not make him a lot of money, but it was enough. the class went quite quick, and zoro was thankful for that. he was starting to get a headache because he lacked sleep. he sighed and went to find the exit of this place. not that he had bad cordinationskills or anything, the rooms just moved. it wasn't fair. he opened a door once again, and was half-stunned to see some blonde training in there. it wasn't because he was there, it was because his way of fighting, or, well his style, zoro had never seen anything like it before. it seemed he only used his legs. his hands were in the pockets of his grey sweatpants as he kicked the shit out of the air. that wasn't any kind of material arts, zoro was sure. the green hairede man's curiosity got the better of him, as he awkwardly cleared his throat, cathing the blondes attention and asked slowly what kind of style he used. at first, the other man just stared at him. then, his face had lightened up with a big smile as he answered. "ah, it's my own style. my adoptive father helped me though, he was really good at material arts when he was young, so he had some tricks i could use." zoro just 'ah'ed and stood awkwardly in the door as the blonde just looked at him curiously. after a couple minutes zoro had to break the silence, and said smugly; "it looks awesome. you still couldn't beat me though.." with a smirk on his face. as the green haired man was about to discover, the blonde had a temper, and would not stand for this. he with zero warning lunged for zoros head. the moss dodged it though, and tried to place a hit to the blondes jaw. he didn't suceed as he got a kick to the stomach instead. he quickly recovered and aimed for the blondes head again, but this time dodged the kick. he smiled. this was actually kind of fun.
he was laying on the floor, on his back, completely out of breath. holy shit, it had been a tie. zoro never lost, but apparently the other man didn't either. "the name's Sanji." the other man introduced himself, laying beside zoro on the floor, also completely out of breath. "Zoro." he said himself. "want to do this again? its actually kind of fun kicking your ass, well, i will next time." zoro couldn't help but smile at this. "heh, i'll be the one kicking your ass next time." at this, sanji laughed out loud. "in your dreams, marimo."
"wait, marimo?"
"yeah, because you have moss hair. it means mosshead."
zoro just groaned at this. of course. this however, made sanji laugh once again. zoro smiled. this blonde idiot was surprisingly easy to talk to. even though he was annoying as fuck.
they talked some more while laying on the floor, until sanji had to go. apparently, he was a cook and he'd been called in for work by someone he called 'shitty old geezer'. they exchanged phone numbers and said their goodbyes.
on his way home in his car, zoro decided, that had been great. he would definently see the blonde cook again. and he actually looked forward to it.