*Le gasp* An update the day after the story was published? What madness is this? But in all seriousness, this little gem popped into my mind last night and refused to leave me alone. So as soon as I got up I got to work on it. I also have like five other ideas in mind for the next chapters. So expect more chapters soon. I don't know how soon, though. It depends on how much the idea itself is begging to be written. So, I hope you enjoy.

I don't own One Piece.

Lunchtime with the Rumbar Pirates had always been a noisy event, and today was no exception. The crew talked, cheered, and sang along with Brook who was currently playing "Binks Sake" on his violin. There were even a few crewmates that danced on top of a few of the tables, much to the chef's dismay. Brook happily played the all too familiar tune and glanced at Yorki. He was smiling brightly and ate while listening to the song.

The song came to an end and everyone asked him to play more songs.

"Yoho, I'm glad you like my music, but I need to eat too. I've been playing for the last hour, and I would like to have my lunch while it's still somewhat warm." Brook said while putting his violin away.

The crew groaned in disappointment, but went back to their meal nonetheless. They always wanted him to play throughout their meals, and he would play for a while before quitting so he could eat. This happened every single meal, but Brook didn't mind. He was glad that his music could bring such joy, especially to a certain captain that always guarded his meal while he played.

"Thanks, Captain, for keeping an eye on my food again." Brook said as he sat down across the table from Yorki.

"No problem, Brook. I enjoyed today's performance." Yorki shoved Brook's plate to him.

"I'm glad you like it." Brook said as he started to eat.

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence while they ate. Not too long after Brook started to eat did the surrounding crew start a conversation with Yorki. The crew usually left Brook alone while he ate, but sometimes they got so excited about one thing or another that they talked to him too. Brook didn't mind. He enjoyed the company of others around him. Weather they left him alone or not was fine with Brook so long as he was in the same room.

Brook felt something rub against his shin, and he dropped his fork in surprise. The sudden loss of composure cause the other table occupants to look at him funny. The only one not giving him a weird look was Yorki. He was smirking instead.

"What is it, Brook?" He asked innocently.

"I just felt something brush against my shin." Brook said.

"Really?" Yorki asked not sounding surprised at all.

Yorki looked under the table and looked back to Brook and said, "The only thing down there is our feet."

Brook looked at him suspiciously and went back to his food. Yorki was up to something, he just wasn't entirely sure what it was. After several minutes of nothing happening he decided that it was just a fluke. However, just as he thought that he felt something brush against his shin again. He looked at Yorki who smirked even wider now.

"What's the matter, Brook?" He asked nonchalantly.

Brook stared at him for half a minute before answering, "No. It's nothing."

Yorki stared at him for a few seconds with that same smirk before going back to his conversation with the others. Brook kept his guard up and continued to eat. He kept glancing at his boyfriend who innocently talked with the rest of his crew.

He didn't have to wait long before he felt the same brush against his shin. He didn't show any reaction this time. He just kept eating and glanced at Yorki who looked slightly puzzled at the lack of reaction from Brook. He didn't stop his conversation, nor did he give up. The brushing that Brook had felt turned into rubbing. Brook showed no reaction. Yorki tried for several minutes before he gave up entirely.

Brook smirked inwardly and with one foot, took off one of his shoes. He had some difficulty removing the sock without the aid of hands, but he got it done eventually. He did the same to the other foot so now he was completely barefooted.

Brook gently rubbed one of his bare feet against Yorki's shin. Yorki jumped slightly, and eyed Brook in complete shock, all the while a blush crept across his face. The confused crew asked him if he was okay.

"Yes, captain, are you alright?" Brook asked in the same tone Yorki used earlier.

He didn't stop his gentle rubbing. Yorki's blush deepened, and he tried to make a sound. Brook smiled in satisfaction. It wasn't every day that the captain was rendered speechless.

Yorki regained his composure, but the blush didn't fade.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." He stuttered.

"Are you sure? You look red." Brook said playfully.

Yorki cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, it's nothing to worry about."

Brook, now satisfied with how flustered he made Yorki, stopped his rubbing and went back to eating. Several minutes passed without incident, and Brook was sure he won their little game of footsies. He ate his meal with an air of accomplishment.

He nearly choked when he felt Yorki's bare foot against his own. He glanced at Yorki who was smirking at him once again. He should've known better than to assume that Yorki was going to just roll over and let him win like that.

"Everything okay, Brook?" he asked.

Brook smirked back, "Everything's peachy."

The other table occupants were staring at the two of them in utter confusion. They had no idea of the battle of footsies that was going on below the table. That is until one of them looked under the table and looked at everyone with an expression of sudden understanding. Everyone, curious as to what he saw, also looked under the table. They then realized what had transpired to make Brook, then Yorki, then Brook again to lose composure. They suddenly felt like they were intruding and each of them made an excuse to leave the table until it was just Brook and Yorki at the table.

"Looks like we're alone." Yorki said and slid his foot underneath Brook's pant leg to rub his shin.

"Yohoho. Looks like it." Brook agreed and interlaced his toes with Yorki's.

Their footsie battle would've lasted until dinner if it weren't for the cook kicking them out. They had to clean up and prepare for dinner after all.

They continued their footsie battle at dinner time. The crew gave them a few chairs worth of space to give them some sort of privacy. Word spread and their footsie battles became famous throughout the crew. Soon it became a part of their mealtime. It was Yorki who usually started it, and it was Yorki who usually won. Brook didn't mind, he was just happy to be so openly intimate with his boyfriend. And the smile he got from him at the end of each meal was worth a thousand footsie battle losses in his mind.