Chapter 2 : The Warning

Zoro was acting different lately, everyone in the crew noticed it but did nothing because they knew how Zoro was. He kept almost all his feelings or thoughts to himself and like to leave it that way. If he didn't feel like talking about it, then the others were better not to mention about it either. One day however, Luffy came straight to him searching for an answer, ignoring warnings from the others. To everyone's surprise, Luffy managed to make the green haired man speak somehow. Maybe it's because Luffy was the closest person in the crew to him, or simply because the captain's innocence and stubbornness. After a long pause, finally Zoro said he had a feeling of being watched lately. When the others heard it, they were all silent for a moment then started to speak up at the same time.

"WHAT?! S-S-Someone's watching US?!" Usopp asked in frightened voice.

"WHAAAACCHH!!" W-Who??" Chopper added, screamed in horror.

"HUHH?!" Sanji said.

"He said WHAT, Luffy??" Nami almost screamed

"Uh-huh. Isn't that weird? Ha ha ha…" The captain's laughing was stopped suddenly by a nice punch in his face. "OOuuuch!! That's hurt! What's that for?!" he protested.

"YOU MORON!! It's a serious situation here!! What if he was right? That someone's been watching us?"Nami shivered a little by the thought.

"Y-You think it's true??" Chopper, the little reindeer ran immediately to hide himself behind Usopp.

"Who could that be? The marines? Why don't they just attack us?" Luffy asked.

"It could be some professional bounty hunters, they finally came to take Captain Usopp's head!!" Usopp exhaled deeply as if he was ready to meet his glorious death. As usual, everyone ignored him.

"Maybe they are waiting for the right moment to attack us. But why did no one notice it except Zoro?" Nami wondered.

"Baahh … maybe it's just his imagination. You never know what was running in his stupid mind." Sanji commented.

"I don't know … Zoro's very cautious." Chopper said.

"By the way, I haven't seen Mr. Swordsman slept on the deck since we arrived in this island. He looked restless all the time." Robin finally spoke.

"That idiot often woke up at the middle of the night too this past few days … how strange…" Sanji was a light sleeper, that's why he usually knew what happened in the men quarter at night.

"Zoro couldn't sleep because of that?! It's almost sounds like he was … scared…" Nami said in curiosity.

"Zoro's scared?? But … he never scared!!" Chopper denied.

"Yeah!! That's impossible!" Luffy cooed.

"It's a serious situation then. Mr. Swordsman wasn't easily felt anxious about something. I think we should be more careful until we set sail again." Robin stated.

"I agree Robin-cwan!! Although I'm not sure that marimo wasn't easily scared of something…" The cook kept the remaining information to himself.

"You know … I guess I got the feeling of being watched too… I'm not scared though." Usopp said that with the bravest voice he could muster but his knees were shaking badly.

" … You're shaking Usopp!" Nami said with a sweat drop appeared on her head.

It was half past midnight when their little meeting ended, everyone was headed toward their beds except Sanji. It was his turn to take a night watch. He made his way quietly to the crow's nest. It was quiet dark, there was no moon and stars in the sky that night. After he climbed to the top, his eyes found a pile of fabric on one spot, a grey-dull blanket. It was Zoro's.

"He must have been forgotten to take it down after his shift yesterday." Sanji thought.

"It is as unattractive as the owner, boring … dull… and worn out,

yet something about it makes me keep looking at it … GHAAHHH!! what's wrong with me??"

The cook tried to turn his attention at the sea or at the deck below, it worked for a moment or two but he still couldn't resist his curiosity towards the blanket on his side, now that no one's around.

"It looks pretty soft, maybe 'coz he often use it."

"I wonder how does it smell like? Does it smell like him?"

"I guess it's smell like iron or something, he's always smell like that… wait, actually I never really knew his scent but I imagined it might smell terrible, judging from his habits… sweat and drool. I'm not going to touch it, no way!"

The cook had already sat there, with his back leaned on the main pole and arms surrounding his legs, for about two hours and he had run out of cigar. His body began to shiver as the temperature dropped nearly ten degrees.

"Maybe I should wear the ugly blanket over there, it could warm me enough. Besides, nobody's watching." He thought to himself as he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his body.

Sanji wasn't surprised that the ugly blanket was indeed smell just like what he had imagined, but it radiated the scents in soft-soothing way, almost delicate, it also felt warm and soft on his open skin. His freezing body felt very comfortable now.

"I never thought that bastard had a pretty nice body odor, hmm … Is this how it felt to be hugged by him? HEY!... WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?! I guess my mind doesn't work right in freezing temperature. Shit!"

The cook blushed furiously by his own thoughts.

Yet the scents and the warmth from the blanket made his imaginations grew even more as he swept away by drowsiness. He suddenly realized that he wasn't alone in the crow's nest, there was someone else. It was dark, but he knew it was a guy. He sat in front of him and he didn't know how long he has been there. He had a strong muscular body but long and graceful at the same time. He was very close to him in fact, his arms was holding the cook tightly. Sanji felt his cheeks blushed caused by their position and he could feel the warmth radiating from his well defined body and his hot breaths in his face. He was staring at Sanji with his piercing eyes, made him numb. His pleasant male scent roaming all over the cook's lungs made him overwhelmed by it. He whispered something to the blonde's ear, but the cook could only hear his own breath and the sound of soft wind. He felt slightly aroused by the skin contact their cheeks made. His skin felt so soft. Then he felt the man's lips was brushing his jaw line and made its way to Sanji's lips. His skin was suddenly burning. The muscular man looked so inviting as his nice lips' curve parted. The cook felt like he could faint anytime now. Then the man stopped suddenly. Wanting more, the cook moved closer unconsciously, raise his shaking hands to touch his face and feel his lips. He wanted it. He needed it badly. Then his right hand felt something cold and hard in his ear, it felt like metal. He was wearing earrings on his left ear. The erotic sensations suddenly vanished into thin air as the cook recognized the face of the man he was holding, along with his short green hair, earrings, and his cocky grin.

"It was YOU??B-BASTARD!! You …" Sanji wanted to scream angrily, he felt his face went crimson red in embarrassment. Suddenly he heard a small thud voices, almost like a heartbeat, came from the distant. It was soft at first, and then the voices got louder until the cook woke up from his slumber. The green haired man disappeared as soon as he opened his eyes. It was just a dream.

"Damn! I was overslept!!"

He felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. He was glad that those embarrassing moment didn't really happen, but deep in his heart he didn't want it to end.

The voices he heard earlier were footsteps from the deck. The blonde moved clumsily, trying to stand and take a peek from his post. It's Zoro. He could tell from the broad shoulder and heavy steps that the figure had. His face was blushing again remembering what had happened a minute ago. His mind couldn't stop thinking about the green haired man and his body in that dream. It felt so real. It felt so good. But the reality quickly stroked him like lightning, reminding the poor relation they both actually had. The real world was way much crueler.

"Damn him! Why did he have to show up and spoiled my precious dream?! … "

The green haired man was walking toward the kitchen, probably to get a glass of water. He moved nervously, but Sanji couldn't see his face.

"… Does he had a nightmare again? I've never seen he had a nightmare before this. What's the matter with him lately? I really hope he's fine."

The cook wanted to ask him whether he was feeling ok, but he canceled it due to his embarrassing state, face still blushing with pervert thoughts.

"I'll just ask him in the morning, when my mind's in good shape."