It had been a week or so since Luffy had drug Zoro along to the club for his first dance off. His jaw was still slightly sore and the bruise was still yellow from the kick he had received from the blond(whose name he had found out was Sanji). It was Zoro's own fault really, he never should underestimated him. Kuina had been able to hand him ass on a number of occasions and she had been years younger than Zoro. But Sanji had just looked like a pretty boy who was pampered all his life and couldn't life his own body weight, who would have ever thought the bean pole would know how to fight that well? He inspected the bruise in his bathroom mirror as he wiped steam from it due to his overly hot shower and grimaced. Yeah, still there, and still a sickly yellow, damn the blond could kick hard. Wrapping a towel around his lower body he gathered his clean clothes and headed towards his bedroom when his cell went off, the Hampster Dance theme ringing throughout the halls.
"I never should have let Luffy put that shit on there...it's so annoying."
Picking up his phone he checked the caller ID and sure enough the ID flashed Monkey, flipping it open he held it away from his ear as yelling and crashing could be heard in the background, Garp and Ace must be having a fight which meant Luffy wanted to come over.
"Hey Luffy, what's up?"
"Grandpa and Ace are in another fight, can I come over tonight?"
Zoro shook his head knowing that his kitchen was no where near stocked enough for a Luffy visit, but he was sure he had enough on his card to get some pizzas, whether it would be enough for the monkey boy he wasn't sure. Pinching the bridge of his nose as another loud crash was heard he looked to the ceiling as if silently begging a higher being to help him as he answered.
"Yeah, sure. I'll order some pizza and we'll play some tekken. You need a ride?"
"No, Sanji said he would drop me off on his way to work."
"Curly brow?"
"Yeah, I called him first but he said he has work...so than I called you. Other than Sanji your the closest."
Zoro sighed, he really didn't want Sanji to know where he lived but he neither wanted to leave and pick Luffy up with the prospect of being drug into the middle of what ever Garp and Ace were arguing about, or wanted the little monkey to walk. He walked back towards his bedroom grabbing loose articles of clothing as he went and answered Luffy's unspoken question.
"That's fine Lu, see you soon?"
"Thanks Zoro, I owe you one!"
He looked at the phone as the line went dead and felt his stomach turn over, he had just agreed to spend god only knows how much money feeding the bottomless pit AND let that shit head cook know where he lives. Palming his forehead he succumbed to the fact that he was doomed. Getting dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt he straightened up his home alittle more and than ordered the pizza. He sighed as the man totaled up the price for 5 extra large pizzas with everything on them and a plain cheese. He cursed silently as the total was more than he was hoping for. Giving his card number he hung up as the sound of a car pulling into his driveway filtered through the closed windows but instead of one door slamming shut there was two. Frowning he made his way to his front door and opened it just as Luffy was bounding up to it. Giving Zoro an innocent smile he bounced through. Looking up Zoro caught sight of the blond and felt his stomach do a flip, he was in a tight fitting suit that accented all his proportions just right, his hair was curtained over his eye just right and the over all look made the young man look down right sexy. He froze in the middle of that throught process and shook his head as the smell of smoke caught up to him.
"No smoking in my house shit cook."
"Fuck you moss head."
Sanji flicked the red bud to the side and exhaled the last of his smoke into Zoro's face making the larger of the two seriously consider murder but as the blond walked past giving him a good glimpse of his trouser clad backside the though vanished. Shaking his head again Zoro shut the door and followed them in.
"So what are you doing here shit cook?"
"New management, got the night off without knowing it til I was already ready."
"And what makes you think I want you here?"
"No choice, Luffy made me promise to stay with him til morning."
Zoro shot a deadly glare at the bundle of energy already bouncing on his couch playing Tekken, pinching the bridge of his nose again he sighed and went to his fridge to get a beer.
"Not a bad place moss head, how doed a neaderthal like you afford this place?"
"It was left to me by my mother."
Sanji went slightly pale and changed the subject.
"So, what's for dinner?"
"I didn't have enough food to feed the bottomless pit over there so I ordered pizza. Is that alright with you your highness."
"So long as one is just plain cheese, I'm good."
Zoro blinked and looked at the chef bewildered, who would have thought that they had something in common.
"Uh, yeah. One is. I don't like all the jumble they put on the fuckin things. Cheese is good enough for me, simple."
"Matches your brain."
And there it was, why he knew he would never get along with the blond.
"You pampered son of a bitch! You think that just cause I have muscle I'm stupid?!"
"You prove that by your temper idiot."
Zoro let out a growl and felt a nerve in his hand twitch, thank god for the delivery man, he didn't need anything broken in his home right now. Answering the door he held the pizza on one arm as he sighed with the other and made his way into the kitchen pulling his out of the pile before Luffy managed to jump over the back of the couch and grab two boxes. Zoro looked at Sanji and opened the box to show a very large pizza covered with cheese and nothing else.
"You want a piece or what ass wipe?"
Sanji turned to look at him and grabbed a piece for himself.
"Thanks bastard."
Zoro felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips and squashed it, okay so maybe a healthy, unhealthy relationship with the cook could do him some good. It would give him someone to fight with and watch. And as he stood there watching Sanji eat, leaning on the counter with one foot over his opposite ankle, he decided he could watch the cook for a while and not tire. His attention was brought back to the younger of the three however when another box was swiped from under his arm.
"Damnit Lu, you could warn a person!"
"Sorry Zoro, getting pizza!"
"Before you do it shit for brains!"
Looking up as Sanji chuckled he raised an eye brow.
"Something funny curly cue?"
"Him, he's to innocent for his own good."
Zoro nodded and looked at the cook once again, sighing he finished fishing his beer from the back of the fridge and held it up silently asking Sanji if he wanted one. Reciveing a nod he grabbed another and set it down in front of the blond.
"Who would have thought you like the same beer as me?"
Zoro froze, his beer to his lips.
"What was that?"
"This is the only beer I'll drink. I hate all the others, they taste to bitter."
Zoro nodded in agreement not letting the cook know that for that same reason the beer in his hand was the only he would drink as well. Later on in the night after Luffy had fallen sleep Zoro carried him through the halls and into the spare room, putting the monkey boy on the bed he turned and pointed to the training room.
"You can crash in there."
"Thanks Marimo."
Zoro looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"How do you know that word?"
"Studied in Japan for a few years. Why?"
"Just wondering. Well, night."
Zoro didn't hear if the cook had given him an answer as he shut his own door, who would have though him and the chef would have so much in common, and he never would have thought that he would be finding himself even slightly attracted to the blond but there he had been checking him out as he was leaning on his kitchen counter. He pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the millionth time that night and fell onto his bed. Sleep was hard to come by that night and when he did catch it his dreams were haunted by a blond figure with crystal blue eyes.