Catch me
Ch.2

"Yeah. Yes. Just an update. I've got it under my control. Yep. Thanks." Sanji put his phone down and stared out the window, then back at his watch.

It was 10:45.

Sanji very much hoped that Roronoa Zoro was a punctual person, but sighed. What could he expect from a criminal?

He'd thought about it meticulously, debating on whether this was a trap or not. Roronoa Zoro, inviting him for a drink? That certainly wasn't expected. However, Mermaid's Cafe was right in the middle of the central business district. In fact, the most crowded area of the central business district.

What originally worried him was why the man at the docks didn't report to the police that Zoro was pointing a katana at him, threatening him. Then, after a night of research, he found out that Fishman Island was known for cosplay events. People wore costumes around the island, usually in pirate costumes or sometimes in mermaid ones. Some of the people even pretended to be sea creatures.

It was not a rare sight to see on the island anymore. God knew how many octopi he'd just passed on his way from Fishers Hotel to Mermaid's Cafe.

Maybe this was part of the reason Roronoa Zoro decided to come. His katanas could easily be mistaken as cosplay tools.

He heard a ring of bells as someone entered the cafe.

"Welcome. Please take a seat-" the good-natured mermaid waitress was cut off.

"My partner's arrived, thank you," came the reply.

"Oh, is that so? Then please help yourself, mister."

Sanji sipped his coffee and smirked. "Why don't you stop looking sideways at me and sit with me instead, Mr. Roronoa?"

He set his cup down while the man pulled his chair and sat, crossing his legs.

"And you are rumored to be Black Leg Sanji." His tone was a tad bit gruff, but also young and calm. "I expected you."

"I know." Sanji lit himself a cigarette. "Want something to drink?"

He heard the man snort. "I fancy booze but not sweet drinks."

That was when their eyes met. It was then Sanji took the chance to scan the man over. He had green hair, rumored to be natural, and three earrings. His eyes were dark and mysterious, his grin slightly crooked. Sanji's eyes dropped to the triple katanas latched on the waist.

The swordsman that yields three swords.

"So tell me about you," said Sanji, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Zoro's grin never left his face. "Prove your skills, then we'll talk."

Sanji's eyes shifted to his katanas once more, observing his finger movements. "I suppose it's fair to assume the white one once belonged to an important person of yours, seeing how you tend to rest your hand on it and brush your index over the handle. If you want to test my instincts... well, you don't change your sword positions much. The white one naturally ends up in your mouth." Sanji added, "I assume."

Zoro opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again and sat back expectantly, as if to urge him to go on. Sanji held up his hand. "For your information, your movements were too fast for any camera to catch a decent picture of you in three sword combat style. Even your wanted posters don't show you holding the swords and of course, definitely not how you hold them."

The green-haired man cracked a grin and waved the waitress over. "I'll whatever he's having." The waitress nodded and hurried off.

"You know what I'm drinking isn't the reason for my intelligence," Sanji said with a snort.

"No, I suppose not. But you made me want whatever you're drinking." Sanji watched, startled, as the green haired man licked his lips.

"Your cappuccino, sir." The waitress' voice snapped Sanji out of his daze. What was he thinking? Shaking his head, he put down his cigarette and took another sip from his own cup. Only after a while, he realized the man was staring at him intently.

"What?" he couldn't help but ask. He could feel the heat rising to his face, and tried to force the blood down again by taking another sip (which obviously didn't help).

"You're very interesting, Mr. Cook."

Sanji's eyes widened and he froze, even as his cup crashed to the floor. He narrowed his eyes and reached for his phone in the pocket, pressing one button.

"Don't move! Hands away from your weapons!" Screams erupted from the cafe when the police barged in with their guns in hand.

"Remind me again, why the fuck are we running together?" growled Sanji, taking off in his highest speed.

"You're asking me?" Zoro grunted, keeping with Sanji's pace. "I thought you were a detective!"

"I am!" retorted Sanji. "I'd say the only reason I'm running is because the police here are complete, fucking idiots."

"The police are always idiots," grumbled Zoro, panting. "Here, come on." He pulled Sanji into one of the narrow gaps between walls and put a finger on his lips, their bodies helplessly pressed against each other due to lack of space. There were hot breaths against each other's necks and a moment when both of them stared at each other sideways.

"Where are they?"

"Let's split and find them!" The commander barked some orders and hurried off.

Sanji realized they were of the same height at that had to rest their heads at each other's necks because the space wasn't enough.

He felt something wet against his neck and stifled his yelp. "Shit, what're you doing?"

"You're gay." The dark eyes stared at him with a glint of mischief. "Aren't you."

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