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One Piece's Odd Socks

Prompt: 1. Beginning

Roronoa Zoro had heard the phrase 'Everything that begins must come to an end' plenty of times on their voyage. For some reason, this phrase was normally used in the negative: That the fight would end, that the sake would run dry. It even threatened his crew, believing that the Strawhat pirates would just end at some point.

There where rare times that this phrase brought some measure of relief: that this storm would end, that Nami's debt had to end at some point – another thing that Zoro was waiting for, because the end of that would not be him paying it back - and that one day, Chopper might not latch onto his face and try to suffocate him.

But never before had Zoro wanted to believe the phrase was true as much as he did now.

Because Sanji had won the right to dare Zoro into something, and the cook hadn't decided what it was yet.

All this had started because their very own witch, Nami, had wanted to play cards. Sanji had transformed into his puppy-mode, wanting to make her happy with a loyalty that made Zoro's teeth ache.

But by now, all crew members knew not to play against Nami. It was a depressing to see everything they owned being handed over to the thief and listening to their bank accounts sobbing.

So to keep their beri, the Strawhats declined with various degrees of politeness.

Nami though, really just wanted to play and being stuck out to sea had limited the amount of players she could round up to eight and they were all going to play...

"How about we play for bets or favors?"

There was a beat of silence across the deck.

Pretty soon all the Strawhats where perched around the table, waiting for her to deal the cards out a minute later.

Zoro picked up his cards, grumbling to himself. He had no idea how he had managed to get involved in this, but he blamed the cook.

They all kept an eye on Robin as they glanced at their cards, but if the woman used her power, her crewmates were none the wiser to it. As the game continued and they all got a good hold of the rules, it became serious as the bets got more and more interesting. The time of covering the winner's night shift soon turned into who would do the least favorite jobs of the crew – cleaning the bathrooms, waking up Zoro (Zoro raised a eyebrow at this one), looking after Luffy or Zoro when they landed on a island (Zoro rose his other eyebrow at that one).

Then restrictions began to fall away and 'all in' turned into 'I will do whatever the winner tells me to do'. There wasn't even a time limit.

Only when the nakama knew they where going to win did they offer this up.

And when playing 'all in' against Robin, people knew you where serious. The woman had an evil smirk on her face - but even she had to play with the cards she was given.

Various levels of poker faces where displayed as the day went on. Luffy, Chopper and Brook where the worst: groaning or giggling happily as they glanced down at what Nami and fate had dealt them (they watched her like hawks to make sure she wasn't cheating).

Usopp, Sanji and Franky where better, but their poker faces where not perfect. Sanji had a habit of taking big drags on his cigarette to calm himself when he had a good hand, Franky sometimes couldn't contain the SUPER~ but managed to pull off the move for both crappy and brilliant hands equally. Usopp was Usopp and when he got excited about his cards, he fell into a story about some made up poker game until Nami told him to 'shut the hell up' and resorted to violence when he didn't.

Zoro, Nami and Robin's poker faces where excellent, as the others complained often. Zoro because he didn't care, Robin because no one could read her and Nami… because she was Nami.

But now, it was serious.

Really serious.

It had all boiled down to this: The last round that Sanji was playing because of his cooking commitments.

Only the two rivals where still in this round. The swordsman and cook where staring each other down, electricity buzzing between them. They had both gone all in, committing themselves to the horror of the limitless bet.

There was nothing that the other couldn't tell them to do – Lick their shoes clean, wear a pink frilly dress, do their laundry, be their slave…

Neither could loose this round, the bet would certainly destroy their reputations and their self respect.

It was time to reveal their cards.

They couldn't put it off much longer.

The crew stared, holding their breaths.

Zoro threw down his cards, confident that Sanji would not be able to beat them.

Sanji regarded the two little cards. Dragged on his cigarette, then put down his cards.

His winning card.

The watching crew sucked in a breath.

"I win." Sanji smirked and headed towards his kitchen to start on the meal, leaving Zoro to fall back in his chair slowly and muttered a swear word of choice.

Three irritable days had occurred between that card game and now. Nami had the most winnings and had used the majority of her favors to cover her night shifts. She could now enjoy almost a month of undisturbed, peaceful nights. Not that she did many of her shifts anyway, but there where various muttering of annoyance from those who weren't going to get any sleep.

Zoro was sure that Usopp was planning to use his only winning from Nami to get her back when she had expired all of her favors.

It would be pointless because the cook would take the watch on anyway.

But as Nami spent her winnings freely, Usopp and Zoro where still waiting for their instructions from Sanji. Zoro distracted himself with planning what he wanted from his winnings: one favor from Chopper, but he was saving that to escape a checkup or enforced rest at some point, and one from Franky.

The Franky bet had quickly materialized into a store cupboard that only Zoro could get into – he only needed to place Wado's hilt against the lock. Zoro had moved his various stores of booze and whatever Beri he had gotten past Nami's nose into the solid cupboard. The white sword was the perfect key, none of his nakama would take it and he certainly wouldn't let it out his sight.

Other bets where being 'cashed' in with various results.

Those who had bets Luffy controlled where a bit worried. The captain only had two, which he had won by pure luck and suspected help from Robin and Usopp.

It was safe to say that Brook and Chopper where worried for a while until Sanji started dinner one night and the two where told to collect all the meat and take it to their captain. Sanji had quickly found out and had descended on Luffy with fury until the strawhat captain was forced to pull of his two man 'meat snatching force' and sulk with the takings.

Zoro watched the random goings on for about a week. Most to all of the favors owed where used up now by the crew – several other store cupboards had popped up around the ship, Chopper sulked as his patients escaped the infirmary, Sanji sent out specific dishes to members of the crew. Brook played songs or was forced into silence. Franky had a random bet off Robin, when the two had been locked in a stubborn war and the archeologist had surprisingly lost.

Franky though had no idea what to make the woman do and finally settled on that she was to sing along with Brook. All the Strawhats turned up to hear the concert. To most of their disappointments, Robin was quite good, and after her song she received loud applause, mostly by Sanji. Usopp ran up to take her spot next to Brook, singing next. His performance earned a polite clapping.

Zoro had been waiting for Sanji to tell him to sing. But the cook didn't even look at him, leaving the swordsman annoyed and irritated. What did Sanji have in mind that was more embarrassing than that?!

Sanji eventually freed Usopp from his debt by swapping teams when they arrived at an island so that he could be with Nami and Robin. Zoro ground his teeth at his bad luck.

Pretty soon, only Zoro's debt to Sanji remained. Usopp's Nami bet had indeed been covered by Sanji, making the sniper complain for the whole day until Sanji kicked him out of it. Literality.

The 'waiting to hear his bet' thing was starting to get to Zoro. He was sure that Sanji was spending the time alone in the kitchen devising some sort of super-dare that would be so hideous that Zoro never wanted to show his face to the world again.

Some of the ideas the swordsman had come up with himself where enough to disturb his naps and leave him increasingly tired and aggravated. This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the crew, only drawing more attention to the fact the dare hadn't yet come about.

Zoro would walk round a corner to find members of the crew talking about what the bet would be. Chopper was worried, but the rest of them seemed to be looking forward to whatever Sanji was cooking up for him. Zoro's tired, jumpy energy was soon registered by the whisperers and they quickly broke up, leaving the swordsman alone with his thoughts.

The most irritating thing was that, normally, Zoro wouldn't care. But it was a debt. He couldn't leave a debt unfilled, it went against his whole way of life.

It was like an itch that he could only scratch with the cooks help.

He hated it.

The swordsman was getting more and more annoyed and wound up and finally, on an otherwise quiet day, he slammed the kitchen door open with a crash that brought everyone's attention to him.

Sanji looked up from his cooking, a trail of cigarette smoke rising into the air above his head. He looked perfectly calm as he flipped something in a frying pan and looked up at his green haired nakama, waiting for him to speak. It seemed that he had been waiting for this, and Zoro was glad. He would finally be put out his misery.

"What is your dare?!" Zoro demanded.

The cook smirked.

"I haven't decided." Sanji said calmly, turning away.

And the kitchen door closed in front of Zoro.

He had been so wrong. So amazingly, dreadfully wrong that he thought something inside of him was crumbling into despair.

This hadn't even begun for it to end.

So, I've got my first full time job and have moved away from nearly everyone I know. Solution to lonely, boring nights: The gym and Fanfiction… And some interesting mixes of both.

This is my One Piece drabbles, musing, prompts and 'whatever else will happen' fic. They're not all long like this one, some are, some really aren't and most haven't even been written yet.

The first one had to be annoying Zoro of course…Did I cheat by not actually starting anything? I don't know, but once I had the idea, it just had to be written.

As to what Sanji will make him do, I have a few ideas, but do you? I am taking prompts! Review or PM them to me – I'll take anything that inspires me on. I have a list of 100 prompts from LooLa-Bear on Deviantart that I'm working through as well, but up to taking requests on too. Any pairings, any characters, any time in the series, AU… Anything really, I'll do my best! I'll do prompts twice if the plot bunnies really bite in.

And remember, If you have an idea for the bet Sanji is going to enforce on Zoro, please (please!) call in! Remember there is no restrictions on it, be as mean as you like.

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