Well, third chapter! Still not own One Piece, still not making money with this! Not Beta readed. Hope you like it! A little more feelings from Zoro this time!
Warnings: Yaoi, language
Pairing: ZoSan
Based upon Ch. 1+2
Please review and be gentle! Reviews are welcome! Thx!
His legs
Zoro couldn´t believe it… He did it again… That stupid crap- cook, snake- cook. Blondie, question, dart brow…
That. Stupid. Moron!
Two days ago at the Sunny
"Oh, well- here they go!" Nami sighed and turned around to get off the deck into her room. They were fighting again. Zoro and Sanji. ´Just like always´ she thought and shook her head. Two wrong words about Marimo and Snake- cook had gotten enough to pump up Adrenaline and Testosterone for them to become a foggy cloud of swords and legs and "OUCH" and three or four new ´Pet Names´ and new vocabulary upon her black ´Never- wanna- say- it- and- never- wanna- hear- it- again´-list.
At this moment they stood still. Looking- staring- at each other in hate and anger, ready to attack.
"Say that again, Marimo" the cook growled in a deep, hoarse voice, his cigarette in the left corner of his mouth.
"You stink like an ashtray. No wonder you can´t get any dates… Who would like to kiss such a ´thing´?
Zoro murmured and smirked about the cooks´ face which was red in anger.
"You of all people have to say this! Who would like to kiss a guy with the brain of an algae and synthetic turf as hair? I-" the blonde growled as suddenly…
"!!!! FFFFFOOOOODDDD!!!!" Luffy shot out of nothing and jumped right onto his back. The cook lost his footing, stumbled past Zoro, who jumped out of the way and fell of the stairs in which near they had fought.
"WAAAAHH!!!" CRASH!! Was everything to hear. Zoros face went completely pale as he saw what had happened. He lost Kuina by such an accident and was totally horrified every time he saw anybody of the whole human race fell off the stairs.
With two big steps he was at the stair head and looked down at the chaos. Luffy was OK, Zoro knew he would but the crap- cook…?
This moment the ´crap- cook´ groaned and struggled to get out of Luffys rubber- arms which were entwined around him.
"Luffy, you stupid little brat! Get off of me right now!" The cook yelled.
"But Sanji! It´s Suppertime! I am starving!" Luffy whined.
"The faster you´re up the faster Supper is finished!" the cook growled.
Almost in light- speed Luffy was up on his feet to help the cook to get up. Suddenly a deep voice from behind the blondes back asked in an almost frightened (?????) voice:
"Are you… Ok, shit- cook?"
"No, I am NOT Ok!!" the cook yelled. "But how could I be with a Marimo and a crazy Captain on board?"
Just the moment as Zoro was getting to answer the snake- cook turned around and walked off into the Galley.
Also if the cook had tried to hide it, Zoro still saw his light hobble.
After Supper Zoro stayed at the kitchen until everyone else went to bed. The cook stood at the sink to clean the last dishes.
"What is it, Marimo? If you want some Booze forget it! There´s just one bottle left until the next Island and I don´t want to waste it to you."
"…"
´I should ask Chopper if he could check up my sanity for caring about this shitty cook´ the Marimo thought but he had to ask. It could become dangerous if anyone of the crew was injured and wouldn´t say.
"Are you sure you´re Ok?" he asked.
"? I told you a short while ago what I am! And now get out of here! I don´t want to see your stinky corpse until breakfast!" he didn´t even turn around as he said that. Zoro smirked and thought about to pick again because of his ´stinky´ toxic- sticks. But he was already too tired to pick up a fight. So he stood up and looked one last time at the cooks' right leg.
With a low "Hm!" and a shrug of his shoulders he went to bed.
XXX
Today
Today the shit- cook wanted to stock up the food at the Sunny and Zoro had been chosen to help. Both were not very happy about that. Especially not Zoro who still was angry because of their last fight two days ago. Since then they hadn´t fought… The shit- cook evaded him every time he tried to pick up a fight. Very untypical. And now Zoro finally knew why…
The way to the little village was very long. About 3 Km or more. The time they were walking side by side the cook didn´t say one word. Very VERY untypical… His hobbling also was getting worse and he made a face as if he was in pain but Zoro didn´t ask him again if everything was all right. If he WANTED to be in pain- fine! His business!
At the village they ran into some Marine soldiers and had to fight for their life. The cook kicked one of the enemies with a flip- over- kick, tried to land on his right foot, twisted his ankle and twitched in pain to finally land upon his ass. Zoro had to chase away the left soldiers all alone. They didn´t even get anything to stock up their storage.
And now this! Zoro was still murmuring some really bad words no one wants to know…
He had to carry the cook back to the ship… On his back. Just because he was too pride to say that he already was injured two days ago. Now he couldn´t even walk.
"Oi, Marimo!" the cook yelled and struggled on his back. "Stop talking such fucking shit!"
The blonde took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke around Zoros head.
"…! Stop that or I´ll screw you!"
"All right, all right!" the cook smirked and threw his cig away… After one last deep drag and a grey smoke- cloud around the swordsman´s head…
"Idiot!" Zoro murmured.
An uncomfortable silence fell over both men. Finally the Marimo couldn´t hold back anymore.
"Why didn´t you went to Chopper two days ago?" he growled lowly.
"Why should I?" the blonde asked. "Everything was all right. I wasn´t injured or something…"
Zoro didn´t even answer to the lie. He saw him limping lightly for about two days.
"You´re such a Moron! Only because not to lose your face or whatever! This is all your fault- OUCH! HEY!!" the cook hit his head from behind.
"My fault?" the cook yelled. "Why that? I didn´t ask for a fight with those guys"
"But you were the one who didn´t tell anyone that you were injured and now I have to carry your stupid ass back to – OUCH! THAT HURTS!" one more on his head from behind.
"It was supposed to hurt! I WASN´T injured I tell you and now stop"- one more hit "fucking complaining abooou- WAH! OUCH! Are you crazy??" the cook yelled as the Marimo suddenly pulled away his arms under his bottom which coursed him to land upon it the second time today.
Zoro turned around his face red in anger.
"WHO is crazy, shit- cook?? You wouldn´t have twisted your ankle today if you weren´t injured before the fight started. You are too safe upon your feet to miss the landing. And I also saw your humbling the past two days! So- Why are you lying? Didn´t I tell you some weeks ago that some things are irreplaceable?" Zoro yelled.
"… What do you mean?" the cook asked lowly.
"You know what I mean! Your hands! I told you your hands are precious to fulfill your dreams so why do you treat your legs so bad? Aren´t they irreplaceable, too?" he asked a little calmer than before.
"They are not precious to me, no. And why should they? I don´t need them to fulfill my dream, I-"
"And what if you lose one of your legs, huh?" Zoro asked furious again. "Or if you lose both or even if you can´t walk straight anymore? Do you want to try to catch every fish on this planet with useless legs? And what´s with your friends? Do you want to protect your beautiful ´Nami- swan´ with useless legs? They are your weapon and also a part of your dream, so- why don´t you treat them better??"
Zoro had to catch some breath. He couldn´t imagine he ever had spoken so much to the cook or anyone else on this planet. Panting and still red of anger he stood in front of the blond man who couldn´t manage to look up from the ground into his eyes. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence Zoro sighed and took one step forward to lift up the cook. A low mumbling stopped him.
"What?"
"… Why do you care? It´s none of your business." The cook mumbled.
"You made it my business! So- why the hell didn´t you say anything?"
"…" the cook still looked onto the ground. Finally he said "Because… I don´t want to be a burden."
"You are a burden right now!" Zorro yelled.
"…"
The green haired man sighed and lifted the cook upon his back again.
As the minutes passed by they still didn´t say one word. About twenty minutes later the blonde asked lowly:
"Why do you care, Marimo?"
"What?" the Marimo asked.
"Why do you care about me and my legs and my hands and my eye?"
"…" first he didn´t answer.
The cook almost wanted to ask again as he said:
"We´re Nakama, aren´t we? And so I have to care!"
"But you hate me!" the cook asked in surprise.
"…"
´Baka! I don´t hate you at all… I don´t know what I feel… Friendship? Or is it…more? After we have survived all those enemies and we started to get closer the last few months… I REALLY don´t know…´ he thought, but he just shook his head lightly and didn´t say anything. Finally he answered:
"We´re Nakama and we are like a big, loud, crazy and annoying family and so I also have to take care for the stupid, crazy, loud, annoying, foul- mouthed cook! I don´t want you to get hurt and I don´t want you to be in pain! Expect I am the reason of course!" he smirked and blushed. He hoped the cook couldn´t see. At the same time the cook was happy, the shitty swordsman couldn´t see him blushing.
Silence fell over them again.
"… Zeff and the other cooks never cared… So I don´t know how it is if anyone does… I think I am good for doing such things again…." The cook murmured and nuzzled himself into the Marimos warm neck. With a really low:
"Thank you" so that the Marimo almost couldn´t hear he was fast asleep (Try to sleep if your foot is injured and hurts all the night XP).
The rest of the way Zoro was red upon to his ears because of the heavy, warm body, the constant heartbeat up on his back and the hot, slow breath in his neck.