Title: Reach Your Hand
Date: Sunday, November 23rd 9:08PM (EST)
Pairing: Zosan ( Zoro X Sanji)
Fandom: One Piece
Word Count: 409
Status: I don't know why I was crying throughout this story.
Warnings: Yaoi(vague)
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
It's not that he couldn't, it was just that he shouldn't. He didn't want to ruin the relationship between them. But lately he had urges from deep within him. he didn't even know where they had come from. It was bad. Really bad.
Soon, he might not even be able to control himself the next time they were left alone. He glanced over to the figure that he wanted. The way that they moved their lips. The way that their hands moved. The way that the shine in their eyes never disappeared.
He wanted to reach out to them. He wanted to turn them over and pretend, even if just for a second, that they were the only ones in the entire universe. This was a clichéd line of course. He just wanted to be beside them for forever, against all odds.
He was weak. He couldn't even protect his beloved. He needed to be stronger. He had sworn an oath. He looked on as his crew was taken away. He was naive then. Thinking that he could save them all. His thoughts were scattered.
He was depravity. He couldn't save even one. He just ended up with more injuries. More shame. He could only run around as his friends were being taken. He deserved to disappeared.
But the he remembered that he made a promise with everyone. That they would all see each other again. But... Whenever he thought of the familiar mop of blonde hair and that shitty eyebrow... He just want to become stronger. To become the best. To never let his friends disappear on him again.
But here he was, sitting at the crow's nest, looking up at the stars, when he should be training. The he heard those footsteps that always came and that beautiful face that greeted him with the usual cigarette in his mouth and plate of onigiri. And every night he would smile back and insult that same old crappy eyebrow that he would see everyday.
But only this time, he would reach out his hand and pull them closer together. And then he would whisper...
'I love you.'