The entire crew watched in horror as Zoro's most prized possessions fell over the edge of the sunny, the white hilt of Zoro's most beloved sword shone in the sunset, before the weapons disappeared into the dark ocean with a loud splash.
"OH NO! ZORO'S SWORDS!" Chopper, Brook and Luffy all looked about ready to jump into the ocean after them, but Robin used her devil fruit ability to grab them and hold them in place. "Have you forgotten!? You can't swim!" Robin said, clearly as upset as the rest of the crew.
"What do we DO!? The ocean is crawling with Sea kings and-" Usopp yelled out, panicked. The enemy invasion was now the second most dangerous thing on this ship.
Before Usopp managed to finish his sentence, Sanji had discarded his shoes and jacket, and jumped into the cold and dark ocean. He didn't have much time, if the swords reached a depth he couldn't swim to, they would have to use Franky's submarine, and they might never find the swords.
Shit... shit... shit... Sanji felt like screaming. They finally got the antidote for Zoro, if the swordsman woke up and his precious swords were at the bottom of the ocean, all hell would break loose.
Sanji didn't even want to know how Zoro would react to his swords being gone. He couldn't even imagine it. He loved those swords, and He had even seemed on occation to value the Wado more than his life. If they were gone, the stupid Marimo would probably drown himself looking for them.
Sanji focused on trying to find the swords, ignoring the massive movement besides him. It was probably a sea king, if he hadn't seen him, he wasn't going to attack him. Sanji stared into the darkness, he had to breathe. It was starting to claw at his lungs, he had to get the swords as soon as possible.
THERE. Sanji stared, he knew he saw something white. The cook propelled himself forward with his powerful legs, air escaped from the corner of his mouth: The depth was starting to get to him. He felt sick and the pressure was forcing the air out of his lungs.
Just like that time he fought that fish man back at Arlong's base, but then, Zoro had been watching his back on the surface. Making sure Arlong couldn't come after him.
He could see the swords, they were almost within reach. God... he felt so sick. He had to breathe, the pressure was too much, anymore and he felt like his brain would explode. So close... so close... THERE! Sanji's hands grabbed the swords, their weight pulling at his arm slightly as he hurriedly swam to the surface. As fast as he could. He needed air. He needed oxygen. He felt faint, he was going to faint. Using his powerful legs to turn himself in the water, Sanji hugged the swords close, his body screaming out for oxygen.
The moment Sanji's head broke the surface, Luffy pulled him onto the deck of the sunny, Robin's hands grabbing Sanji's head and back to soften the impact.
"SANJI!" Luffy yelled out as the crew gathered around the cook.
Sanji lay still, still holding Zoro's swords tightly against his chest. Oxygen. He focused all his attention on inhaling and processing oxygen. Gasping for breath, water dripping from his clothes onto the grassy deck of the sunny. He clutched the swords tight, the enemy was gone from the ship, he couldn't even see the large ship that had attacked them anymore. Just how long had he been underwater?
"SANJI!" Chopper leant over the cook, inspecting him thoroughly. "Say something!"
Sanji gasped as he looked from face to face, counting the nakama is his head.
"Z...Zoro?" Sanji coughed up, inhaling a greedy amount of air.
"He's awake... he's just like he just had a nap-" Usopp said, as he pointed to Zoro who sat at the side of the ship. The muscular man cluthing his head like he had the world's worst hangover, his handsome features stuck somewhere between a frown and a smile.
Sanji looked at the bleeding swordsman on the other side of the ship, the cook smiled a little as he panted, and saw the swordsman look up and smile back. The moment was thick with silent understanding, for the first time Sanji could remember, the atmosphere between them was calm and even friendly.
Zoro struggled to get up, a little wobbly from being in a chemical induced coma for three days and eating nothing properly solid. Understandable. He walked over to the rest of the crew, crouching next to Sanji.
"My Katana... " Zoro took the swords, his shoulders easing slightly as Sanji released the soaked weapons from his death grip with ease. "... Thanks. You saved them." Zoro's 'thank you' was so full of sincerity, Sanji felt like laughing. Instead he just grunted in pain, reaching for his jacket to get a cigarette.
He praised himself for remembering to take off the jacket, the sweet taste of unhealthy nicotine and smoke eased the burning of tears in the back of his eyes. He wasn't going to tear up though, Zoro was back now, thankfully everything was going to go back to normal.
Later that night, Sanji sat in the kitchen of the thousand sunny, wrapped in a blanket and holding a cup of warm cocoa. He was still chilled to the bone, but had no cold. He had been thoroughly chewed out by the rest of the crew for risking his life like that, but he didn't regret it for a second.
Smiling into his cup of cocoa at the fond memory of the look on Zoro's face, Sanji looked up when the kitchen door opened. "Oi... Marimo." he groaned, trying not to sound too excited.
"Still cold?" Zoro asked, the tone of his voice caused Sanji to laugh.
"Cold! What do you THINK, moss head?" Sanji waved his cup of cocoa, showing off the thick blanket.
"Shut up love-cook." Zoro frowned, sitting down at his normal seat in the kitchen. Both men sat silently by the table for a while, both minds darting from one subject to another.
"... It´s because I can't trust anyone else with my food." Zoro broke the silence abruptly.
"huh?" Sanji blinked, that came out of nowhere.
"The reason I wanted to eat YOUR cooking." Zoro looked away, a slight fluster on his face.
"You mean after this?" Sanji reached for a cigarette. "It's understandable that-"
"No. It's been like that since before Chopper joined." Zoro said with a serious expression.
Sanji felt a little uncomfortable under the meaningful stare. It was like Zoro wanted something, something more. "What are you saying, damn Marimo..."
"That poison might have kept me unconscious, but I could hear and feel everything." Zoro looked away, frowning slightly when Sanji yelled in his ear.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" Sanji stood up, the blanket falling off his shoulders. "YOU COULD WHAT?!" He pointed at Zoro in disbelief, his ears reddening and his voice cracking slightly.
"... I felt and heard everything that was going on."
Sanji sat down, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment. Heard it?! Felt it?! Sanji lighted his cigarette with a trembling hand. He ran a another distressed hand through his hair, trying to remember all the loving touches and words he'd dared telling the swordsman as he fed him.
"... It was because I was sick, right?" Zoro's voice sounded casual, but the undertone was thick with disappointment. "You were just trying to get me back up."
Sanji stared at the Swordsman in disbelief. The idiot was ready to dismiss it all as some pathetic attempt at pity? His expression darkened, "Whatever makes you feel better. stupid Marimo."
"... Your food is good." Zoro said as his cheeks flushed harder. "That's all you wanted to hear, right? what I think about your food." There was a childish pout on his face.
Sanji blew smoke out his nose, "You're just saying that because you heard I wanted to hear it. I don't need 'payment' for getting your swords back-" Suddenly, Zoro's face was close to his, and a large hand caught his own.
'If you want payment... I'll give it to you...' Zoro's hot breath lingered on Sanji's lips, Sanji's cigarette forgotten between his fingers. 'my swords... you got them back for me... when I couldn't protect them... Cook…'
Sanji's mouth dried up at the feel of Zoro's hot breath on his lips. Had he been this close to the man before? Had he ever noticed how dark and piercing his eyes were? How dominating he looked up close? He couldn't lie, he was so aroused right now. "Z…Zoro…"
"Are you still cold, cook?" Zoro let his breath dance across Sanji's jaw, "Can I warm you?" Large calloused hands took hold of Sanji's face, fingers sliding down his jaw and neck. Sanji noticed it was in a similar fashion he'd stolen touches from Zoro when he was out cold. Yet, his touch was surprisingly gentle, coming from a man with the strength of a monster.
Sanji allowed Zoro to draw closer, closing his eyes as their lips brushed together. He could feel Zoro's tongue trail a path over his lips, asking for entry. Stepping closer to the swordsman, Sanji closed the gap between them, parting his lips for the other man's tongue.
Sanji had never kissed a man before. He had no experience to compare it too, but if all men kissed like this, he had been missing out. big time. There was a deep throaty growl from Zoro as Sanji felt the other man's tongue enter his mouth, it was hot and slick, and tasted a bit like alcohol and soup. He felt it dance around and slide against his own, Sanji had never been kissed this heatedly before.
He broke away with a heavy pant, saliva staining his lips. "Zoro, this-" Sanji's sentence drowned in his own groan of approval as Zoro trailed wet kisses down his neck and down to his collarbone. All the cold completely flushed out of his body by this point, Sanji could feel himself getting harder by the second. He hadn't realized how much he wanted the swordsman before.
"You're hard, cook" Zoro commented as he wiped saliva off his mouth, his dark eyes settling on the bulge in Sanji's pants. Sanji was clearly embarrassed by this, as he killed the cigarette at the sink and started yelling at the swordsman.
"OF COURSE I AM, SHITTY MARIMO" Sanji's anger just about visible enough to hide the arousal in his eyes. "You just-"
"Want me to take care of it?"
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Rather short this time. I wanted to keep the sexy smut in a sepperate chapter! (that will be next chapter!). I'd like to thank you for the reviews so far, and respond to some of them!
-yes! The villains were generic, but the story isn't about the villains, it's about Zoro being poisoned via food, and Sanji taking care of him. It's not the kind of food poisoning you get from gross restaurants, It's actual poison!
Given to Zoro via food. - food-Poisioning. XD
So, Zoro needed an antidote for that~ unlike mortal wounds and almost everything else, he couldn't sleep that one off without it! (not the best plot, I admit)
-Now.
If rather explicit yaoi bothers you, I suggest you skip the next chapter and count this as the ending! on the other hand, if you want to give it a try, please wait patiently! The next chapter will be the last of this! planning on getting it up before Friday!
I'm so happy to get reviews and support, and you. yes YOU. the person still reading... Thanks for sticking with the boring afterword so far!
