Zoro's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he stared holes through the bathroom door. Normally if he had to 'go' he would just make quick work of the matter and piss off the side of the deck. But after an incident with the red-haired witch, that he'd rather not discuss, he was no longer allowed to do so. So here he stood, trying not to bounce on his toes as he waited for the goddamn cook to exit the only bathroom on the ship.
"Dammit Cook!," he shouted through the door "What the hell are you doing in there? Straightening your hair?"
"Taunting me isn't going to make me go any faster Marimo~" he teased through the door, causing Zoro to grit his teeth.
"I'm gonna kill you, now let me in!" he yelled, annunciating each word with a loud knock to the door.
"I don't take orders from Neanderthals," he replied. The poor swordsman could practically hear him smirking through the door.
"Sanji. let me in."
"Hmmm..." Sanji hummed, "Maybe I will if you say please."
Zoro let out an irritated noise and leaned forward until his forehead rested against the door. He really didn't have a choice. He couldn't afford to pay Nami back if she caught him and there was nowhere else to go. So he finally gave in. "Shit-cook. Please let me use the crapper."
"Try again Marimo," the blond requested, trying not to laugh at the swordsman's desperation.
"Sanji," he pleaded, "Please."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"THAT'S IT YOU SHITTY BASTARD! I AM DONE WITH YOUR CRAP!" Zoro bellowed, reeling back and shouldering the door down in one swift movement.
What the swordsman saw next completely threw him for a loop. He's cheeks reddened almost immediately after he kicked the door down.
Sanji simply stared at the display and sighed. "It's not polite to burst in on a lady when she's in the bath moss for brains."
Said lady was the little girl that had followed Zoro back to the Sunny the day before. She looked up at the startled man and smiled boldly, splashing about in the soapy tub water that came up to just under her chest. "Doro!" she called, unable to pronounce his name.
Sanji, who was on his knees next to the bathtub, scowled as he was splashed with stray water droplets. He quickly got over it however when he saw the girls smiling face. Rolling his eyes, the blond continued scrubbing shampoo into the kid's hair and directed his attention to the shell shocked Marimo.
"Franky is going to kill you when he sees that," he muttered, glancing at the door that laid somewhat pathetically on the ground.
Zoro continued staring wearily as Sanji washed the shampoo out of the girl's hair, taking obvious care to keep the soapy water out of her eyes. This was way too weird. There was no swooning, no odd flailing of limbs, no nothing. It was just Sanji. And that's what scared Zoro the most. He had never before seen the idiot cook not swoon over a girl before. No matter what age they were, Sanji always took great care to keep up his image as a ladies' man. But for whatever reason, this time, he was just being... normal. "Uh... Are you feeling okay?" the swordsman asked, trying keep his concern to a minimum. He didn't care or anything but generally when people's boyfriends get sick or whatever they were supposed to help and shit like that, right?
Sanji pulled the plug, much to the girl's disappointment, before turning to look at Zoro with a neutral glare. "I'm not the one who just knocked down the door like some kind of giant ape who can't wait more than a few minutes to take a piss. I think you should ask yourself that Marimo, not me."
Zoro simply scoffed, knowing that the cook was obviously back to normal, and turned to make his way out of the bathroom but was stopped by the shout of "Doro!" He turned back on his heel and almost tripped on the fallen door as he quickly made his way back into the bathroom.
Sanji looked at the man in surprise but turned his attention back to the little girl who tugged at his wet shirt sleeve nervously as indication she wanted to get out of the tub. The blond man readily complied and heaved her over the side. He attempted to wrap the anxious child in a towel but was unable to stop her as she ran, completely naked, over to the poor swordsman and was helpless as she wrapped her tiny arms around his leg. "Oh come on kid, not this shit again."
Zoro began to grow anxious, not knowing how to get the kid off without hurting her. He looked at Sanji for help but scowled when he noticed the blond trying to hold back his guffawing laughter. "Get over here and help me shit cook," he hissed, growing more uncomfortable as time went on.
Sanji wiped at his eyes, still snickering quietly, and grabbed the disregarded towel. He made his way over to the little girl and squatted down next to her. She looked at him wearily, as if he might pull her away from Zoro's leg. The girl murmured something into Zoro's pant leg that he couldn't quite hear. Did she just...?
"What was that sweetie?" he cooed softly, placing a finger under her chin so she would look at him. The girl looked anxiously from Zoro, to Sanji, and back again. "Daddy," she said in a voice barely above a whisper staring almost longingly at the green-haired man. Zoro became absolutely rigid, not moving a muscle. "Oh shit," was all he said, still shocked at the girl's quietly spoken words.
Sanji grinned at the Zoro's reaction and gave the little girl a sincere smile. "It's okay princess, Daddy won't leave he'll stay right here, I promise.
The girl chewed on the corner of her lip and reluctantly let go of Zoro's leg. As soon as she did so, Sanji wrapped her up in a towel that was much too big and gave Zoro a warning glare, telling him not to leave or he would have hell to pay later. Zoro gave the other man a silent nod to show that he understood and moved to the corner of the bathroom.
He watched silently as Sanji finished drying the girl off and began dressing her in... wait a minute. "What the hell cook? Is that my shirt?" Zoro asked, pointing at the white t-shirt that reached all the way down to her ankles.
"Yeah so? What if it is? It's not like she has anything else to wear," he said simply, finally releasing the kid who immediately ran over to Zoro. The swordsman tensed, preparing for there to be another death grip around his leg but was surprised to find that the girl had stopped right in front of him instead.
She stared up at him with those big blue eyes that seemed to melt him to his core and raised her arms as if reaching for something unobtainable. "Daddy," she called up to him, obviously wanting something that the swordsman couldn't give. Zoro looked over to Sanji, looking for some kind of explanation to the child's odd behavior causing the cook to scowl.
"She wants to be picked up you dolt. I thought even you could understand that," he barked, lighting a cigarette and puffing on it in annoyance.
Zoro made a quiet 'Oh' and bent over at the waist and hoisted the girl up until she was able to rest somewhat comfortably against his chest. The girl grinned at him cheekily as if she had gotten her way causing Zoro to grin back at her as well. "Daddy."
"Heh...yeah. Whatever you say kid, whatever you say."
There /really/ wasn't going to be another chapter of this because it was originally a oneshot but people really seemed to like it so here you go. I hope you enjoyed it!
