Well, here I'm again. Sorry if you have waited… I have hit a writer's block, so this chapter is pretty boring. I have started on the next, but it just talk and so on… I need ideas so please HELP ME!
Anyway, ignore my grammar faults any enjoy.
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Two shadows could be seen from the beach, walking towards the bay. Well, one of them was more like carrying the other. Zoro and Sanji stumbled out of the jungle sighting in relief.
Just for the record it was Sanji who had one arm over Zoro's shoulder and was being dragged around like a pack of meat, not that Sanji would ever carry a piece of meat this way. Sanji realized that he was babbling inside his head and decided to shout up.
They stopped moving, and Sanji rested his head against Zoro's neck. He was exhausted. He had been giving Zoro orders for the last hour or so on where to go, orders that Zoro didn't want to follow. They had gotten lost more times than Sanji wanted to count on some of Zoro's short cuts. The green haired man's sense of direction really was a mystery.
Sanji inhaled Zoro's sent, it smelled good. Sanji couldn't place it, but it was familiar and smelled like home. Zoro started to move again and Sanji moaned in pain.
"Just a little more and we can sit down" Zoro's voice was low and Sanji could feel the vibrations through his chest.
Sanji closed his eyes, he was so tired. They stopped and Zoro slowly helped Sanji down on the ground, his back leaning against a three. Zoro stud bent over the wounded men, trying to adjust his sitting position, when something fell down in to Sanji's lap. A big hairy spider, Sanji panicked.
He brushed the spider away and leaped away from the three, taking Zoro whit him in the fall. They stumbled and fell, Sanji on top of Zoro. They both landed in the sand moaning in pain. Sanji rolled over to his back, now lying next to the green haired man who sat up looking angrily at the cook.
"What the hell was that for?" Zoro's voice was trembling whit anger.
"I…I just… I …nothing" Sanji's voice was low as he mumbled trough shoot teeth. Zoro looked over at the three just as spider crawled out of sight. He looked back and forth between the disappearing spider and the blond, not able to stop laughing.
"Shout up, shitty marimo" Sanji growled. He tried to sound furious, but he was too tired. Suddenly he didn't care anymore what Zoro did, Sanji crawled up into a ball and placed his hands over his face. All he wanted was to sleep; of course his behavior got the green haired man all worrying.
"Sanji, you okay?" Sanji didn't answer, only bent his head further down.
"Mhmm... sorry about the spider. I just… well, you know" Zoro actually sounded sorry. Sanji grunted back and smiled tiredly. Of course he knew, he would have done exactly the same thing.
"It's okay. I'm just tired, that's all" he sighted. Suddenly Sanji wasn't no longer lying in the sand, but was lifted up in Zoro's arms; bride style.
"What the hell?" Sanji exploded, looking up at the swordsman who just signed his death sentence.
"It's going to be a long night, so we need to find shelter" Zoro said in a matter of fact tone.
"That's not what I mean!" Sanji's voice had a hint of panic. "Why the hell are you carrying me?" He tried to wiggle himself out of Zoro's grip, but the green haired man only tightened his hold of him, pulling Sanji closer to his chest.
"Stop acting like a little girl" Zoro chuckled, "but then again a little girl might like being carried like this" Zoro's grin only widens. Sanji was now red of anger and embarrassment.
"Well, I'm not some little girl, so let me down. Now!"
Zoro didn't stop walking, but looked at Sanji whit a serious face that matched his voice.
"I know" Zoro captured Sanji's eyes and hold them for a moment, before he looked straight ahead again.
"You're the opposite of a little girl" Zoro looked so serious and… detriment? And it shout Sanji up more effectively than any threat would have.
Sanji closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it was kind of nice laying here. It was warm and the rhythm of Zoro's breath and his walking calmed him down. Before he knew it he was drifting off to sleep.
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Sanji didn't want to open his eyes, he felt so good just lying there he was. Not that he knew where `there` was. He let out a deep breath; he nuzzled further in to whatever it was that was so warm and twisted one of his hands into the fabric that cover the warm object.
The object made a satisfying grunt that warmed Sanji's hart, the thing smelled so familiar and good he thought, before it wrapped its arms around him and pulling him closer to its chest. Hold on a minute. Hands, chest!
"Oh God" Sanji opened his eyes in chook, only to see a weary familiar shirt. He looked up slowly, and his fears was confirmed when he noticed the green hair. Sanji, in lack of better words to describe it, jumped out of Zoro's embrace.
Only to have his head colliding whit the ceiling. ***censored*** (The curses uttered is not suitable for young readers.)
When Sanji finely stopped cursing he looked around, he was in a cave, maybe 1, 5 meter high and so wide that Zoro could lie as long he was and still have room to move. Sanji looked out the cave entrance and gasped.
The moon was finely up and was reflected in the bay, surrounded by stars. It was completely silent, only a slight breeze. It was beautiful, if he only was here whit a pretty girl instead of that shitty swordsman. He walked out and onto the sand. How Zoro had found this place was a mystery, Sanji thought as he lit a smoke and inhaled. He quickly finished the smoke, it was cold outside, and inside for that matter but at least he had cover for the cold breeze.
He looked at the sleeping marimo head; he looked so peaceful, before he let his gaze wander through the cave. Near the exit were the ashes from a fire and some wood. As silent he could, Sanji made a fire and put his hands close. He was sitting whit his back to the marimo, facing the sea.
Sanji shudder, he was sleepy and cold. He eyed the sleeping Zoro, remembering how nice it had been there next to him. Sanji considered his options; sleeping on the cold flour or crawl up against the warm swordsman.
No, he had his pride, Sanji thought as laid down on the cold cave flour. If Zoro knew that Sanji had willingly laid down next to him, Sanji would never hear the end of it.
Sanji looked at the sleeping swordsman again, he was still fast asleep. That stupid marimo hadn't noticed that Sanji had woken up, and if the green hair man didn't know that Sanji had woken up, he wouldn't react if Sanji was lying next to him when he woke up, he thought.
Sanji reconsidered his options. The final tip on the iceberg was the fact that he was freezing his ass of, and not the fact that Sanji wanted to lay next to the marimo head.
Sanji scooted closer to the man, who conveniently enough had one arm under his head that Sanji could use as a pillow. He let out a sight at the warmth from Zoro spreading through him, the blond glued himself to the sleeping man, not wanting to let go of the warmth.
The cook was too busy nuzzling his face into Zoro's chest to notice that said man wrapped his strong arms around him, burying his nose in to the blonde's hair and opening his eyes as he breathed in Sanji's sent. The green haired man looked down at the now sleeping blond in his arms and pulled him even closer.
"Idiot" Zoro whispered softly and drifted back to sleep.
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I thought about ending it when Sanji fell asleep the first time, but I thought it was too short. So the made him wake up again, and planed on letting him know where he was than fall asleep whit out moving, but the story just kept going…
Anyway, please review :D