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Chapter two: New toy

Zoro had slept up in the tree, with Sanji down by the fire. He must have been warm and toasty where as Zoro had been freezing his ass off, he had been tempted to jump down and sit by the fire to warm himself up whilst he kept watch but he didn't want to be near that blonde pervert.

He watched as the sleeping blonde slowly stirred awake, he was quick to look up at Zoro and smile, Sanji had sensed Zoro's gaze on him and had pinned pointed his location based on that. Zoro blushed, assuring himself that it was only because of his pretty looks, he looked too much like a damn women for his own good.
"Is it comfortably up there Marimo?" Sanji called up to him, slowly getting out of the blankets and folding them up for the marimo's bag.
Zoro jumped down, glaring at the man for calling him that name again, it was stupid and insulting to his natural hair colour.
He snatched the blanket from Sanji, almost slapping his hand and stuffing it into his bag. Sanji noticed the behaviour and inwardly chuckled, it seemed the man still hated him for his actions the previous night.

Zoro threw the bag over his shoulder and tied it across his body.
"This is where we part ways, I wish you luck in finding the bandits curly-brow"
Sanji's visible eye ticked at the new nick name centring around his eyebrows, he guessed it was mainly because he kept calling Zoro with his own little nickname. Fair was fair he guessed. He watched as the marimo began to walk away.
"You said you'd help me. Does the swordsman really fall back on his word?"
Zoro stopped in his step.
Sanji laughed silently watching as the Marimo fought with himself, he could practically here his in battle right now, it was practically screaming.
Zoro frowned. That was right, he had promised, but that was to a woman, but it was still the same person either way. But he was molested, though it wouldn't happen again, but he didn't want to be near him because of it but…
a promise was a promise.
There was a sigh before Zoro turned around, looking defeated. "You are right. I did promise"

Sanji was amused. So, pulling the promise card was a bit low, but he didn't expect it to work, he had heard rumours that swordsmen tend to stick to their words but thought nothing of it. But he decided to throw the line and catch an algae…

He watched as the marimo walked back towards him, the look of defeat still evident.
"Are you dressing as a man or a woman?" Zoro asked, not looking at the blonde. He had really wanted to leave him, especially after the inappropriate touching the previous night, he had not wanted to continue with the blonde - he wasn't going to let it go, it just hadn't been natural - and yet he was bound by a promise because he had been stupid.
Sanji chuckled. "Of course a woman, we'll stay on path, go into town and find where the bandits are, either you allow me to get captured and get defeated or we'll follow them and then I play the bait then you 'sir' watch and help when needed. Don't mess up." Sanji sternly said the last part, glaring at the man.

Zoro mimicked Sanji in his head, glaring at him before nodding that he understood and had listened. He couldnt believe the curly brows had been planning it with his stupid plans again. Great, if he messed up it would be another earful he would hear, and we all know the blonde held quite a grudge.
Sanji began changing into his dress, struggling slightly with the bow.
Zoro watched him struggle laughing slightly, how did the idiot get it on the first place if he couldn't do it now. As he watched he began to pity him, only slightly, but it was enough to make him decide to help him, mainly so they could hurry and get on with the day - he walked over and began tying the bow as tightly as he could. He noticed how much taller he was than the blonde, how thin his neck was and how pale and unmarked his skin was…

He bent over and picked up Sanji's wig, stuffing it into his face. Sanji was surprised when he suddenly had a mouthful of hair in his mouth, he grabbed at the wig, pulling it away from him forcefully.
If he wasn't in such a restricting outfit right now he would painfully hurt this marimo, oh there was so much the marimo didn't know so he better not piss him off too much.

Sanji threw back the wig and clipped it on, he grabbed some make up he had hidden somewhere deep in his fake hair and began to put it on.
He turned and smiled at the green haired man. "How do I look?"
"Like a cross dresser" Zoro mumbled, covering the fire they had last night to hide it from others.
Sanji smirked, he knew Zoro secretly thought he did quite well to dress up and that he thought he was very beautiful, but his snarky comments were amusing anyway.
"We should head off now"
Zoro let Sanji go first, watching his elegant posture from behind.

As they walked, Zoro didn't let his eyes waver from Sanji, he watched him like a hawk. He had noticed it a while back, he didn't think he had seen it correctly but now he was certain of it.
The blonde had twisted his ankle.
To others, it seemed he walked perfectly, especially with each small step, but after watching him intently, he could see the limp, Sanji must be bearing the pain, probably use to it.

Zoro breathed out, gruffly mumbling about how the pervert should be grateful. He picked up the pace, right behind Sanji and sweeping him up and off his feet, into his arms.
Sanji was quick to yelp and wrap his arms around Zoro's neck, his face glowing bright red from the sudden action from being carried bridal style yet again.
"What do you think you are doing?!"
Zoro looked down at him with a straight face.
"When did you twist your ankle?"
Sanji looked at Zoro in astonishment, had this stupid ass marimo asked him something caring? He couldn't stop his heart from fluttering slightly from the thought of being carried and that Zoro was caring.
"Yesterday because of these stupid shoes, but I can handle it so put me down this instance!" He had been sure he was walking perfectly, enough to not have his weakness be shown. He had barely noticed it himself, that he had twisted his ankle, it was hardly painful, and just a little stabbing pain that shot through in each step; nothing too bad.
"For three miles? I doubt it, it'll be faster like this, I'll run"
"You'll what now?"

Sanji didn't receive an answer, instead he found himself screaming as Zoro was swiftly flying through the air without warning. He was jumping branch to branch with Sanji strangling him as tightly as he could, afraid the man would suddenly drop him. Sanji had just wanted to walk, his feet on the ground, he didn't need the Marimo picking him up or carrying him through the trees, he had planned to walk and so he wanted to walk!
So why was the Marimo ruining his plans again?!

It had Sanji was shocked beyond words; he had eventually calmed and was no longer screaming but was now enjoying the cool wind blow through his hair.
He heard of people being able to "fly" but he had never witnessed it until now and it amazed him to the core. He wondered if he could to, be able to fly.
"So…this is flying?" Sanji whispered, just about audible for Zoro.
Zoro glanced at Sanji, but didn't respond, he concentrated on where he was heading. He had a feeling that Sanji was probably cursing him right now, probably something about a plan just in case the bandits were on foot was well, but who cared. The blonde needed to lighten up a little and enjoy it.

Sanji looked up at Zoro; he studied his features from his angle. He had a nice jaw line, beautiful flawless tanned skin, and beautiful captivating green eyes.
He leaned into Zoro's embrace, fitting perfectly into the man's arms that he felt so safe in.
Sanji smirked as he continued to study the Swordsmen's features, its eyes following it around repeating, drawing and memorising it in his mind.
He had definitely found someone interesting.

Was it wrong of Sanji to think that he could make Zoro his? Like his new toy? Not at all, after all, Sanji always got what he wanted.

Sorry for a late chapter. I actually had this written up 2 days ago, but I was going to continue it but I thought, actually it's good to cut out here.