Author's Note: I loved all the reviews. Thank you all for making me smile so much my face cracked (seriously…). Good guesses *grin* I hope I won't let you all down with this chapter. And uh…I'm sorry for that awful cliffhanger T.T

By the way: the explanation for my choice of animal is at the end if you're interested. XD

And: I'm going to take a lot of liberties with the One Piece plot *grins*

Tangled


Chapter 4: Feelings of a Marimo


Going back a little bit in time…

Is this really the end?

"ZORO!"

He heard Sanji yell out his name. It was strangely faint, as if the cook was a great distance away from him.

Watch out, Sanji…

Zoro inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm himself, smelling the metallic scent of blood in the air. His blood.

From the beginning, it had been obvious how much of a gap existed between the two of them and the woman. He didn't want to admit it, but there was simply no way they could have won. Despite the terrible odds, though, it was in his nature to put up a fight, and he assumed that the shitty cook was the same way.

So they had fought. Or something like that.

Gritting his teeth, he managed to yank the katanas out, his muscles twitching almost unbearably. That watery person clearly had a level of strength to rival his own, even beyond the fact that he or she had eaten a Devil's Fruit, seeing as how he had literally been pinned to the ground, with the katanas going through his body and sticking into the soil.

How pathetic…I guess that was all my training ever amounted to.

Haruka looked at him with indifferent, eerily amber eyes, her job done. He supposed it was kind of her to not inflict any more pain than necessary. With a groan, he struggled to sit up, unable to clutch at any of the wounds to stop the blood from flowing out.

Ah…goddamn, it hurts.

"This is…nothing…" he coughed, trying to ignore the blood trickling from his lips. "Nothing…compared to…"

The pain of Thriller Bark.

"Stop talking, you idiot!" Sanji shouted.

"Run…Sanji…" Zoro panted. The last thing he wanted was for Sanji to worry about him. "Get…back…to…Luffy…Tell him…I'm sorry…"

It's not such a bad end. At least if I'm not dying for my ambition, I'm dying to protect a nakama. I can fight these two until the end. Sanji…stay safe…

All the voices blended into one chaotic sound as he tried to get himself together. After what seemed like hours, though in reality was only half a minute or so, his vision refocused and the voices were becoming discernible from one another. The mumble that had belonged to Haruka finally turned clear as he heard, "Henshin Henshin beam!"

That's my cue. Everyone…take care…

Zoro's eyes automatically closed in anticipation of the beam. Would it hurt? What would he be? It was a strange, fucked up sort of reincarnation. Maybe that was the punishment for not believing in a god.

It was an interesting thing, his desire to snort. The concept of a god still meant little to him.

But, really, he had always thought he'd be more rebellious when he faced his death. Or rebirth. Or whatever he was supposed to call this transformation.

Huh. It didn't really hurt at all.

He opened his eyes, wondering if he had changed that quickly, when he saw Sanji's slim form crumple to the ground before him, looking electrocuted, and begin writhing on the ground.

"SANJI!" Zoro roared, the pain of the three wounds completely forgotten in his horror. If there really was a god out there, he or she surely hated him.

Hideko's grating laughter filled the forest. "Aww, how sweet. A friend taking a bullet, so to speak, for another friend, perhaps even a lover, not knowing that the other will meet the exact same fate…Shall we see what he turns into first? I have to admit, I'm actually quite curious now that he took the beam for you."

Why? Why? WHY!

"Fuck, Sanji! WHY?" he bellowed, unsure of what to do as he saw him struggle through the change. His eyes stung, hot tears threatening to overflow, as he stared at the blond shrinking, screaming in pain.

Sanji…I told you to run, dammit! That…that should have been me! It was my pain to bear, you asshole!

"Turn him back!" Zoro yelled desperately. "Take me instead. You're the one who demanded that I go with you. You were bored of him. Let him be a human. I'll do whatever you want…"

"Shh. I like hearing his screams," Hideko grinned, her violet eyes flashing red for a split second. Then her face contorted into a hideous, contemptuous smirk. "If he's interesting enough, I'll take him with me. Don't worry your adorable green head, Roronoa Zoro. I won't separate you two…perhaps."

Zoro stared at the animal on the ground, no longer showing any humanly physical qualities.

That is not…is that…it can't be…

Hideko addressed the unconscious Sanji with a tap against his newly formed head, poking at him with her toe. "Oh that is just too bad. I was actually a little curious about how you'd turn out. You're just a common-."

With a final shriek, the change was complete.

"SANJI!" Zoro roared.

His rival, his nakama, his crewmate, the cook, the womanizer, the pervert, the idiot…Sanji had turned into a dog.

He wanted to laugh, but not because it was funny. Maybe in any other circumstance, it would have been. In this moment in time, it was only unbelievable. Refusing to accept what he was seeing, he pulled himself off the ground, barely able to stand.

"Please. Just turn him back," Zoro muttered. "Please…I beg of you."

"While I could do that, why would I? Though I have to say, Roronoa Zoro begging is quite a sight to see." She grinned. "It's your turn now."

Shit…I guess in the end, I couldn't protect him at all. Will I ever see the others again? How will Sanji get back to them-

"TEKKAIRANKYAKU!"

Zoro blinked his eyes open at the change of words, confused. Wasn't it supposed to be some sort of beam?

Before he could comprehend what was happening, the violet-haired woman fell to the ground, murmuring to herself in such a menacing and self-deprecating way that Zoro couldn't stop the goosebumps from rising on his flesh. That's kind of how he had been like after he had been attacked by Hollows at Thriller Bark…

"Horo horo horo! What makes you think that Rankyaku would work on me? That's not cute at all!"

Where had he heard that laughter before? And he could have sworn that it was none other than a Hollow that had pierced through Hideko just then…

"Roronoa Zoro, get out of here. It's too soon for you to meet your end. Take your friend and run."

His eyes widened as he heard another familiar voice, this time a man. Two figures stepped in front of him and Sanji, one with curly pink hair and the other…

His ultimate goal. Dracule Mihawk.

"What the hell?" Zoro's jaw hung open as he stared at the pair, bizarre in their partnership. The girl was floating in the air, thin and so very girly in comparison to Mihawk's deadly calm and seriousness that they almost looked ridiculous. What was the girl's name again? Melona*? He wondered what they were doing together.

"Take Roronoa Zoro to my place," Mihawk said quietly. "We'll talk later."

"Don't order me around!" the girl whined, pouting. Regardless, she turned towards Zoro and frowned. She mumbled to herself, "Why do I have to help out a Straw Hat? So not cute."

Then she caught sight of Sanji in his golden retriever form and immediately made a motion to grab him, her eyes all but turning into hearts, when she pouted again. "I forgot…I can't carry him in this state. You! Pick him up gently! He's so cute~"

Zoro didn't bother arguing and scooped Sanji up in his arms as carefully as he could, ignoring the protest raging in his body. The loss of blood made him dizzy but he managed to stay standing.

"Oi, are you okay?" the girl asked, for once genuinely concerned. "When we get to my body, I'll help you walk. I can't do much like this. I'm only a projection of myself after all."

It was true that she seemed rather like a ghost, floating around…He had definitely seen her at Thriller Bark. Why was it so hard to remember her though?

"Haruka!" Hideko shrieked, reverting all of their attention back on her. Zoro stumbled over his own feet in surprise but quickly regained his balance. She screamed, "Help me!"

Zoro watched, horrified yet amazed that water seemed to go straight through the woman and formed back into the shape of a human as Haruka stepped out of Hideko's body calmly. The violet-haired woman fell to the ground and twitched before she regained the strength to get up, facing Mihawk. Zoro guessed that Haruka had somehow counteracted against the Hollow's effects by "washing" her.

"What is a Shichibukai getting in my way for?" Hideko spat, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Go away."

"Isn't it humiliating to be defeated by someone like Perona? It was nice seeing that even your Tekkai can be broken by such a thing," Mihawk said coolly and Perona huffed in indignation. The man glared at her to get going, silencing her before she could defend herself.

Right, that was her name. Perona.

"Now, go!" the golden-eyed man repeated, pulling out the infamous black blade, Yoru. "Hideko, I'm sorry to say that you won't be getting the young man today. I am your opponent! You do realize this island is under my jurisdiction?"

Zoro tried his best to put one foot ahead of the other, walking slowly but surely outside the trees of the forest with Perona nagging in his ear. When they finally got to an area with several buildings, far enough away from the forest, the girl returned to her body and tried to help him stay up.

The last thing he heard was the psychotic woman screeching, "What the hell are you doing? I want Roronoa Zoro in my collection!"

[~ * ~]

"OI! Wake up! You're so ungrateful and not cute! I'm in a huge rush to leave, you know, I have to go – ara?"

Zoro groaned, the light piercing his eyelids with such intensity that it was beginning to cause a major headache. With some difficulty, he forced his eyes to open and rubbed them with the back of his hand. He grimaced at the godawful pull in his shoulder, instinctively clutching it with the other hand, only to feel a mirrored pain.

Ah, shit, that hurts.

"Don't move! Can you hear me? Oi! You! Hmph! You are so not cute. Do you know how heavy you were? I was so scared that you would drop the adorable little puppy. Then, of course, I would take the puppy instead of you."

Zoro nodded infinitesimally, not really paying much attention and wishing that the girl would just shut up about cuteness already. Sighing, he finally managed to keep his eyes open and took a look at, well, the ceiling. The light had come from the lamp nearby, which Perona had probably used to try and wake him up, since the sun was beginning to set.

Then the memories flashed back in his mind. The ridiculous fight with a woman named Hideko. Getting stabbed three times by an androgynous person who he could never cut. And Sanji…

Sanji…

"SANJI!" he roared, unintentionally launching himself out of bed, only to collapse in pain. His face slammed against the floor as his limbs gave way. Unable to muster the strength to lift himself up, he remained in his humiliating position, ass up in the air. "Shit."

"Your friend is fine but he hasn't woken up yet. Which is fine. So be quiet and let him sleep!" the girl named Perona insisted, staring at him with wide, rather creepy eyes. She blinked slowly, observing him as if he was a different species before yanking him back into the bed. Despite her slim figure, she was stronger than he thought.

He felt his muscles cry out in pain as he landed hard against one arm. He hissed, readjusting his position to try and maximize the little comfort he had.

"Ara, sorry about that," she said sheepishly.

"Just…explain. What happened?" he rasped, barely able to get the words out.

"Well, Hideko is a part of the World Government but really detached from it at the same time. She's considered to be a part of the CP9 faction but she does whatever she wants. Basically, she turns men, and very rarely women, into something. Whatever that something is, no one really knows. Your friend turned into a golden retriever. Who knows why?" Perona shrugged. "Those are her Devil Fruit's abilities."

"I know that all already. I just want to know what happened," he said, trying not to cough.

"I'm trying to tell you, you un-cute man!" Perona pouted, a little frown appearing on her face. "Why do you keep demanding so much from me?"

"Okay, okay, just talk." He gave up trying to rush her. "My bad."

"Hmph!" She crossed her arms. "All I know is from what that idiot hawk-man told me. In any case, she's been targeting you since the incident at Enies Lobby. You caught her eye somehow and considering how she's super selective about her choices, you should take that as a compliment. Anyway, she keeps these people as pets inside that monster she calls a ship. They all have collars on their necks that'll explode and behead them, all for security measures. Hideko doesn't want to lose anyone, after all. The collars are controlled by the water Logia woman, Haruka, who is absolutely loyal to Hideko for reasons unknown."

"So she's a woman," Zoro clarified. Somehow, she reminded him strangely of Kuina. Not that Kuina hadn't been feminine. It was just the level of strength and power that he found himself admiring in both of them.

"Yes. Anyway, I was sent from Thriller Bark by the very un-cute Bartholomew Kuma to an island nearby here. It just so happened that the entire island belonged to Dracule Mihawk. It was so…dead there! Nothing happened at all. So boring! I complained every day until he agreed to bring me here. We arrived, then he caught sight of the purple hair and your own bright green hair, since he has inhuman vision, you know. So he knew that it was her and that she was after you. After that, he said we had to save you," Perona explained quickly. "Now you're at a random inn. Because there was no way I could possibly take you to the hawk-man's place by myself. What does that man think he is? How strong does he think I am?"

"Where is he?" Zoro asked, head spinning. Things still weren't making much sense to him.

"He somehow managed to win against Hideko, but they escaped to their own ship before he could do much else," Perona shrugged. "He didn't explain this part so clearly, but obviously he survived and failed to take them into custody, since he dropped by here about an hour ago to tell me that."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to return to Thriller Bark somehow. I miss everybody! So you take care of yourself and your friend here. I was only waiting for you to wake up so I could make sure you weren't actually dead."

"Okay…" Zoro wasn't sure of what else to say. His brain threatened to shut down at her all-over-the-place explanation. He looked downwards, noticing that the bandages wrapping the entire upper part of his body. "It looks like you're not so bad at medical treatments. Thanks."

Perona's eyes narrowed in anger. "The barbaric hawk-man did it! He said what I did would make you bleed even more and said he had to redo everything himself."

Zoro grinned at her, though he also felt like shouting in frustration. Why the hell did he have to get so indebted to Dracule Mihawk of all people?

But they were safe for now. Sanji would be able to have some time to recuperate.

"I'm going to go now. I think you'll be okay by yourself," Perona muttered. "This island is entirely friendly except for the two you met at the forest, and they're both with the rude yellow-eyes now. It's safe here, but it's time for me to go. Make sure your adorable friend is okay."

"Thanks," Zoro repeated, sitting up against the bed. Perona finally smiled at him and waved as she walked out the door with two accompanying Hollows.

He sat there motionless, only blinking in confusion.

"What the fuck is going on," Zoro said flatly to himself. Everything was too overwhelming, happening too fast, for him to comprehend properly. He only had an ominous feeling that things weren't really over yet.

More importantly, how would he be able to face his crew with Sanji the way he was? He felt nauseous as his mind kept repeating the scene over and over again in his head. How would the others treat him, knowing that what had happened to Sanji was completely and utterly his fault?

A little whine from his left drew his attention and he finally realized he was in the same bed as Sanji, who was curled on a pillow, frowning.

A golden retriever, huh? It wasn't big enough to be full-grown but not small enough to be a puppy. Arm-sized.

"Just how the hell am I supposed to turn you back to normal? Will the effects wear off?" Zoro mumbled, reaching a hand out to stroke Sanji's head. His fur was unbelievably soft. A small smile tugged his lips as he brushed away the pained expression on the dog's face, smoothing out the furrowed brows.

The dog was like Sanji in every way.

Why had he done that? Why did Sanji keep insisting on putting his life on the line for everyone else, all by himself?

Despite what it often seemed like, Zoro was perceptive, perhaps more so than most of the Straw Hat members and definitely more than they gave him credit for. It hadn't escaped his notice that Sanji seemed to take the whole world upon his own two shoulders in his attempt to protect what he cherished, refusing to share the weight. He had also seen how the cook tended to isolate himself, making sure the others were happy before even taking care of his own health, though it always seemed like they took him for granted, Zoro included. Maybe Sanji himself didn't know it, but it showed on his face sometimes, the crushing loneliness that he absorbed and bottled up inside.

Sanji had seemed so melancholy, eating his late and only meal at 3 in the morning. The sight of the cook looking forlornly and mockingly at his less-than-perfect work had been nothing less than torture for Zoro. He had wondered if it was because he had always seen Sanji as a strong person who never really showed any of his true emotions. The cook really was sensitive, even if he tried not to show it.

Did the stupid blond not realize that he was just as much a Straw Hat member as everyone else? He mothered everyone, nagged at them, fed them, played with them, without so much as a thought for himself. That was probably why people never noticed that Sanji also needed to be taken care of, that Sanji needed just as much as support as he was giving others.

What could Zoro have done? He had respected Sanji's decision to keep their relationship as a rivalry too much to try and baby him.

In the end, though, the idiot cook was always the one who thought one step ahead and acted without getting anyone else involved, from as far back as Alabasta. When things seemed bleak, it was as if Sanji always found a way to make it better for all of them at the risk of his own life.

And then there had been that incident at Thriller Bark.

Sanji had saved him from Kuma's direct and lethal attack, while knowing that his leg couldn't have possibly taken any more impact. Zoro couldn't understand why, even from the beginning, Sanji refused to look after himself. The same thing had happened with Arlong long ago when they had fought together, side by side. And it had kept happening. He supposed that he still didn't understand Sanji well enough to know the answer.

But he found himself wanting to.

Zoro had been utterly horrified when Sanji had offered his head instead. Barely able to stand but still willing to be the sacrifice, Sanji had coolly stepped in front of him, worrying only about his safety, his life, and the future that lay for the Straw Hats...without their precious cook.

Why the hell had Sanji tried to protect Zoro's ambition at the cost of his own? Hadn't finding All Blue been his ultimate goal? Didn't that mean anything to him?

That devastating loneliness still had been there, emanating from his shaking figure. As if he thought it was his duty to protect everyone, as if he valued his life less than anyone else's. He had stood there so calmly, pretending to be fine with everything. To face death so fearlessly and recklessly…

In that instant, Zoro had felt the strongest urge to protect Sanji, to take the pain instead. Would it pay off all the debt he had accumulated over their voyage? He didn't think so. He just knew that he had to make sure Sanji would survive. After Kuma's air bomb, the only one capable of taking any more damage was Zoro himself and he had known it. Sanji was strong, very much so, but he hadn't undergone the training Zoro had, to withstand that much harm. It had been obvious what he should do, and he had done it.

After all, what could the crew do without a cook, a kick-ass one at that? Yes, Zoro had his own dreams, ones that wouldn't – couldn't – be achieved without the captain's. Luffy might depend on him but the person that the captain truly needed was the cook. There wasn't anyone else who was so well-rounded on their ship. What did it matter if Zoro was strong?

Above everything, he had realized he wanted to look after the cook. Shield him from pain and further loneliness. And it shocked him how his priorities kept changing. The crew and Luffy's dream came first, Sanji's safety and goals definitely included and perhaps even more so, before his own.

Maybe that pain that he had taken for Luffy…maybe that could compare to the weight of the burden Sanji carried with him everywhere, every day. Zoro refused to let such a thing happen again, that somehow, he'd get the blond to share his troubles.

He had promised himself he'd look after Sanji as a rival, as a nakama…

How badly that had failed…

[~ * ~]

Zoro had been unable to sleep very well. His mind kept replaying what had happened, refusing to let him rest. And the one time he actually snoozed off, he had a nightmare that was much worse than the reality. Giving up after sunrise, he had chosen leave his eyes open and watch Sanji instead, constantly petting his soft, golden pelt. The sun had risen a few hours ago, casting its warm light across the minimally furnished room and Sanji's sleeping figure.

Sanji…

He carefully flexed his right arm, glad that he was at least able to move now, even if it hurt a little. He had definitely experienced worse before. Haruka had definitely caused minimal damage, the angle at which she had stabbed him tearing the smallest possible amount of muscles, avoiding any critical areas. Another reason to be glad.

Gently, he leaned to his left and picked up Sanji in his arms, cradling him like a person would for a baby. He stumbled out of the bed to find the bathroom. The blood on Sanji's legs and paws had bothered Zoro through the night but he hadn't been able to move, his muscles having stiffened in their attempt to heal.

"Dammit, where's the bathroom," he muttered, confused by the layout of the room Perona had put them in. He opened a door, only to find that it was the entrance to the hallway. Another door led him to the closet. Out of sheer exhaustion from standing up and walking around, he leaned against the wall…only to realize that it was a broken door to the bathroom as he fell on his ass.

He grunted in irritation and pain, hoping that he hadn't disturbed Sanji. A small whimper escaped the dog, but he was still asleep.

"Stupid door," he muttered, clutching Sanji's vulnerable form against his chest tightly. It took all of his concentration not to fall down again as he got up slowly, fighting the wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him.

Stupid blood loss…

Putting Sanji down in the bathtub, Zoro cupped his large hands together and let the spout pour water into his makeshift mini-bucket. He slowly poured the water onto the small body, delicately washing away the caked blood to reveal a tight bandage.

So either Perona or Mihawk had taken care of him as well, just not as well. Probably because they weren't used to treating dogs.

After Sanji became thoroughly soaked in water, Zoro rubbed some soap onto his hands, washing the fur carefully when –

"Zoro…?"

Startled, he made a motion to grab his katana, nearly falling over in the process. His eyes widened as he stared at the golden retriever looking at him with grayish blue eyes. "Holy fuck, S-Sanji? Was that you?"

What the hell was going on? Why was Sanji talking?

"It…hurts…" the dog rasped, coughing almost immediately after, hard enough that blood trickled down the side of his mouth. "Shit…"

"Don't talk," Zoro commanded gruffly. After quickly washing Sanji off in warm water, he pulled open all the drawers and the cabinets in a frantic search for a towel. After he finally found one, he wrapped Sanji in it and carried him back to the bed, trying to dry his fur without hurting him.

That should be me.

His jaw clenched tightly.

"Are you…okay?" Sanji asked quietly, shivering.

"Shut up, stupid cook. You know it hurts to talk," Zoro responded, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

How could Sanji be worried about him right now? Did he not know what kind of situation he was in? He was turned into a dog because of Zoro and Sanji was worried about him?

Zoro wanted to punch something. Hard.

"Keep this…secret…"

"What?" Zoro choked. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell the others," Sanji managed to say.

Zoro's teeth clamped down on his lip as he physically stopped himself from arguing. He understood, but it didn't mean he liked it. Sanji clearly didn't want the pity of the crew.

Once again, the cook meant to keep the pain to himself. To hide his weaknesses so no one could see him this way.

"Go back to sleep, question. I won't tell," Zoro muttered, looking away.

Dammit, Sanji. Why do you make this so difficult…

"Shitty marimo," Sanji breathed, eyelids closing slowly.

Zoro wordlessly began replacing the ruined bandages, tearing the clean parts of the blanket off to make new ones. He took Sanji's arm – though he wondered if that was the right term for a dog – and made sure to bind the shoulder area tightly. He had been hit by Shigan there, after all.

As inappropriate as it seemed, Zoro couldn't help but notice how cute Sanji had turned out to be. Without the blood and all the cuts, he would be so very…

What the hell? Just patch him up already.

His fingers began shaking and Zoro mentally kicked himself.

"I'm glad you're okay…"

[~ * ~]

Meanwhile…

"They aren't here," Luffy said flatly, staring at the empty shoreline. "So I guess we search the town for them."

"I'm sure they're fine," Nami reassured him, putting a hand on his tense shoulder. "They're monsters, remember? Two of the strongest Straw Hats can't be defeated so easily."

The captain remained silent, chewing on his bottom lip. He eventually nodded, but the worry lingered on his face.

"Let's just ask around and see if-"

Usopp was interrupted by Chopper suddenly turning into his true reindeer form and leaping away on all fours, over the side of the ship to land easily.

"What's going on?" Franky called out.

"I'll be back, guys. Don't follow me!" Chopper said, before turning a corner and disappearing from sight.

"I wonder what Doctor-san is thinking…" Robin murmured, her blue eyes narrowed. "I'll look from here."

She closed her eyes, and the crew understood. She was going to use her body part network.

Usopp shuddered. Robin was undoubtedly a cool person, but her abilities sometimes freaked him out a little too much for comfort. "Come on, let's go."

Franky, as always, offered to stay with the ship as the rest of the crew got off Sunny to search. They caught sight of Chopper racing past, headed in a very specific direction.

"Let's go the other way," Luffy said, his voice turning his statement into a command. The others nodded and followed him in the opposite direction of the reindeer.

I hope you find them…

[~ * ~]

Chopper couldn't remember the last time he had run so desperately before. He couldn't tell where he was going, didn't know what was happening.

Zoro…Sanji…you guys better be alright…to explain why the heck I smell your guys' blood so strongly!

[~ * ~]

Author's Note: Whew! I'm not sure why it was so difficult to write in Zoro's perspective. Hope it made sense :P Tell me how you felt about it *hearts* I think this story will be mostly in Sanji's POV.

Why a Golden Retriever? Other than the fact that Sanji is blond, I thought its description fit him really well. They "have an instinctive love of water" and their "intelligence makes them versatile, allowing them to fill a variety of roles". They have a "loyal and gentle temperament" and "possess friendly, eager-to-please demeanors" (well, Sanji is that way towards women XD). Also they are "excellent surrogate mothers to different species". (towards a marimo, rubberman, reindeer, cyborg, skeleton…you get the idea *grin*) While a golden retriever is a lot more passive and biddable than Sanji is, I like to think that the super-cook is really a big softie at heart *larger grin* And one last point, I was really tempted to make him a fox…but…a yellow-haired fox didn't really satisfy me. Too over used, you know? Ah well, I hope that you guys weren't too disappointed XP

Source: Wiki. LOL.

*Melona = a Korean melon flavored popsicle style thing XD