The Fruit of Your Dreams
A/N: Hello there! Luna here! This is a random story that will be multiple chapters but it will be pretty short. I have writer's block for my other story so this is therapy. Hopefully I'll be able to finish my other story… Anyways, please enjoy the read! This is also a birthday present to myself! Since June 8th is my birthday ^_^.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece.
Warnings: A little bit of language and slight Zoro/Sanji (later on)
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A light breeze blew across the town square bustling with people as Sanji strolled through it, buying the necessary groceries for the crew's next expedition. They had arrived at this island just at the right time, for all of the food had ran out thanks to a certain bottomless pit on their ship. Sanji fumed as he remembered opening the door to the galley that morning to find the refrigerator's lock had been broken open. It annoyed him to no end that even though Franky made the refrigerator with a lock it was still not enough to stop their persistent always hungry captain.
I better buy a lot this time…mused Sanji as he looked over the variety of fruits on sale. I'll bet that stupid captain of ours will eat all of it in no time.
As Sanji was looking over the fruits, he spotted another decent fruit stand a few feet away. Surprisingly, though the whole square was full of people, that stand had no customers at all. It was almost as if the people couldn't see the stand and there was a circle of space around it.
Curious, Sanji walked over to the stand and saw a little old man sitting there smoking a pipe with an assortment of fruit Sanji had never seen laid out. Sanji picked a bag of fruit that was black and round and looked over it skeptically; he saw a tiny label in a language he had never seen before making him even more curious.
"How much is this?" asked Sanji, already thinking of many new recipes to try on this intriguing fruit.
"Well," replied the man, still puffing at his pipe. "It depends…How much do you have?"
Sanji got out his bag of belli and shifted through it, noticing that he only had a few belli left. "I…only have this much left. Is this enough?" asked Sanji, for some reason he really wanted to try the fruit but it seemed he wouldn't be able to afford it.
"Yes, it is enough." said the man, taking all of the remaining belli.
"Thanks." said Sanji, grateful to the old man who sold the fruits to him for such a cheap price. Sanji knew that the amount of belli he had was not enough, because this fruit was obviously exotic and was not from around here. Sanji took the bag of fruit and walked into the crowd, heading toward the Sunny to try out the new fruit.
The old man suddenly called out "Wait! Young un'!" but it was too late, Sanji was too far in the crowd to hear his voice. "Argh. I forgot to warn him…" said the old man as he furrowed his eyebrows in worry. "Well, I guess he will be all right. He seems like a strong young man." said the man, reassuring himself. The stand suddenly started fading away and so did the old man, until nothing was left but an empty spot where they originally were.
A couple hand in hand walked past where the stand had been and the woman stopped.
"Wasn't there an old man and a stand there?" asked the young woman to her husband.
"I didn't see anything. It must have been your imagination." he replied, patting her hand to reassure her.
"I guess…if you say so…" said the woman doubtfully as she was led back into the crowd by her partner.
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Sanji hummed a cheerful tune as he dumped all the groceries on the galley floor but put the bag of fruit in his jacket pocket. He started putting the groceries away when Zoro walked in, yawning for he had just woken up from a nap.
Zoro blinked a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes and asked the cook "Do you have any booze?"
Sanji only glared at Zoro and ignored him angering Zoro.
"Oi, shit-cook. I was talking to you." growled Zoro as he drew two of his swords.
Sanji smirked as he lit a cigarette and faced Zoro. "What? Do you want a fight, Marimo head?"
Zoro snarled in response as he threw himself at Sanji aiming to slice his stomach. Sanji raised one of his very flexible legs and blocked the attack, all the while smirking at Zoro. Sanji would never admit it but he enjoyed all these fights with Zoro, they helped him stretch and release all his pent up stress on someone he knew could handle it. Zoro, realizing that Sanji was distracted, used one sword to push Sanji against the wall while his other sword went down to slice Sanji's leg. The only problem was that Zoro didn't count on how much Sanji was distracted. Zoro thought that Sanji would block his attack like usual with his leg but he was very wrong.
The undisguised sound of metal tearing flesh echoed through the galley as Zoro stared down in horror at Sanji's leg, or rather where he had sliced Sanji's leg. Sanji's face contorted in pain and his knees buckled as his only foot that was supporting him couldn't hold his weight anymore. Luckily, Zoro caught him as he went down and immediately picked him up to bring him to Chopper.
Zoro's mind was at a blank. He didn't know what to think, only that he had hurt the cook, he had hurt the cook. And not only had he hurt him, he had hurt his legs; the very core of Sanji's weapons.
What if he can never fight again, no, what if he can't even walk anymore…! Thought Zoro, as he ran all over the ship calling Chopper's name. Zoro knew that this time he had hurt the cook bad, because even though he was holding the cook in a princess hug, he wasn't complaining. All Sanji did was grit his teeth, as if opening his mouth would let out his scream of pain. Cold sweat collected on Sanji's body as the pain intensified with all of Zoro's running. He tried to tell Zoro to stop running but could only manage small gasps of pain. After a moment, the pain seemed to numb a bit and Sanji gasped out "W-wait, *pant* C-chopper's not…here."
Zoro came to an abrupt stop as he remembered that the whole crew had went on the island, including Chopper. He had only stayed behind to guard the ship. He remembered Chopper saying something about going into the island's forest to look for medicinal herbs and stock up on their supplies. Zoro ran into his room (for once, not getting lost) and gently laid Sanji on his bed. Before turning to exit the room he said "Wait right here all right? I'll go find Chopper, DON'T MOVE." and left.
"What do you mean don't move? Stupid Marimo head. I can't move." replied Sanji bitterly, but Zoro didn't hear him for he was already on the island, heading towards the forest.
Sanji laid there bleeding all over the bed when he figured that he might as well stop the bleeding or else he would bleed to death before they even got here. Especially since Zoro was going out to find Chopper, he didn't know how long he was going to take.
I'll be lucky if he manages to find Chopper by tonight. Thought Sanji, as he took off his jacket to wrap the wound. He was just about to press his jacket on the wound when he remembered that the bag of fruits was still inside. He reached into his jacket pocket, took the fruits out, and put them on the nightstand next to the bed. He then proceeded to wrap his leg in his jacket and laid back down. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled and he realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day. Luckily this bag of fruits is here. Thought Sanji as he reached toward the bag and put it in his hand to examine it. The fruits were round and black; they were the size of a grape and looked not so edible but the aroma wafting off of it suggested otherwise. He opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, rolling it around before biting hard into it. Suddenly, an assortment of flavors ranging from cotton candy to lasagna burst into his mouth and he moaned at the feeling of pure bliss. He popped another one and another one and before he realized it, he had emptied the whole bag. Disappointed that there was no more but also satisfied at the feeling of fullness, he laid onto the bed for he was suddenly very tired.
I'll just take…a quick…nap… Thought Sanji as he slowly drifted off to sleep smiling as he recognized Zoro's smell all over the bed and nuzzled deeper into the pillow.
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Mmmm... Thought Sanji, as he slowly blinked himself awake. He knew immediately that it was evening because the sun was setting outside of the door. Why isn't Zoro back yet?
He got up and found himself in a mound of clothes on the bed.
What the…? Since when was the bed this big? He looked up and found himself staring straight at a mirror.
Sanji screamed. Or he tried to, to the best of his ability, because no sound came out. After all, the mirror reflected a spider. And I don't think spiders can scream…
TBC
A/N: So, how was it? xD I got this idea one day when I was just like "…What if you became the thing you feared the most?" O_o And this is what I got. Please review and tell me what you thought!