Author's notes:

Hello once again! Instead of doing my daily load of school work, I have been working on this fic for the entire Pro-D Day! It would be perfect if not for the fact there are at least 3 tests coming my way next week…

Anyways! (Sweatdrop) Please Read and Review!

As for Nico Robin's eyes, I combined the anime and manga colours. Hope this takes away some of the confusion you might have :)


A shudder crept down Sanji's spine, touching his body in that slow, teasing way.

If only it was Nami-swan or Robin-chan rather than this stupid fever that touched him…

A line of blood trickled down the cook's heated face and instantly, Sanji could care less about being stuck on a ship loaded full with fucking transvestites after his ass.

He was going to meet the goddesses. Soon.

They were already far too attractive for his feeble words to describe two years ago, and now, he can only imagine how much the girls have grown, in both mind and body

Sanji leaned back and rested his waist on the island, eyes closed as imagination lead him to a rose-coloured, romantic universe free of the revolting creatures that would jump at him the second he unlocked the galley door.

Nothing good ever came out of hanging around okamas. He had been convincing himself that tolerance was needed to reach Saboady Island, the rendezvous spot with his ladies (and nakama). As a result of his retarded decision, the cook was down with a severe case of cold. The cause, of course, just had to be the fatigue accumulated from his daily scuffles with the Newkama Kenpo masters.

In the end, Sanji had spent a good half of his trip coated in sweat under a barrier of bed sheets, grunting unintelligible words as the monsters nursed him back to health.

On top of the pink from the recovered fever, Sanji's skin flushed even redder as the memory of the past week haunted his mind, replacing his daydream of Nami and Robin.

It was fucking embarrassing. He could almost hear Zoro snickering at the concept of the cook suffering from a cabin fever, quite literally.

Zoro. That's right.

That damn marimo was the one who made him feel this crappy in the first place.

Sanji let a hand reach for the rolled up posters under the left of his suit jacket. As he smoothed them out atop the kitchen table, the cat burglar's mischievous face smiled back at him, followed by the dark-haired archeologist's mysterious gaze. Sanji could never wrap his mind around how her blue eyes managed to flicker with hints of chocolate.

The last poster, most crumpled -mainly due to how Sanji had snatched it off the castle wall- of the three, depicted the green-haired idiot.

Unlike the former two, the shown man did not look out the picture. Instead of meeting the cook eye to eye, the man glanced toward one side at something distant. A hint of untraceable emotion was captured with precision. Almost like…..sorrow?

Sanji laughed dryly. As if a mere marimo was capable of such high-level thinking.

The blonde raked one hand through his bangs, though his eyes were still glued on the pirate hunter's image.

What the fuck was he doing?

Despite his conscious kicking him for the thievery, Sanji felt justified for his deeds. It was unmanly to do so, he admitted, but no man would remain one if imprisoned on an island without a single lady to ogle. Without the posters of the girls, he would have withered long ago.

Still, that was not what currently bothered him.

Why had he taken Zoro's poster along with the others'?

The cook had all but forgotten the idiot swordsman, with all the hell he's been through on Kammabakka Island, and was certain that he would, if not for the poster being there at the right time and place.

An urge had tugged at Sanji's arms as they extended toward the portrait, and in the next moment, he found an extra weight rolled up comfortably against his yellow shirt, underneath his suit.

The sensation had lingered and it was creeping Sanji out.

His muddled thoughts were bringing back the nausea from his fever, making his feet unsteady as he sank into one of the tall stools by the table.

Taking a cigarette from his pack, the blonde felt the tension dissolve from his body as soon as the familiar scent of tobacco stained his lips.

Good thing chopper wasn't here. Who knew what he'd do if he learned that Sanji was smoking immediately after his recovery from a cold?

After a long drag and the confirmation of his sanity, Sanji decided to just brave it and face whatever approached on the destined island. Lust aside, he was genuinely excited to meet his nakama.

Not even the most annoying marimo could change that.