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When Kuina died from her illness, Zoro disappeared from our lives.
I heard about the news from Usopp and the rest of my friends, and how they haven't seen Zoro ever since. We attended her funeral, and I finally met Zoro's father/teacher for the first time. A man with kind eyes and a deeply hurt expression that he was trying to hide under a stoic mask. He thanked us for coming and reassured us that Zoro was alright, that he just needed solitude and time to recover from this tragic event.
I wondered whether he knew about the truth between Kuina and Zoro, whether he had accepted and gave his blessing as a father. After all, they were not related. I didn't even know whether he had adopted Zoro into his family, I just knew that Zoro respected and treated him like a father. Just like Zeff and I, even though we were not related I had no doubt in my mind that Zeff was like a father figure to me. But none of that mattered because Kuina was dead, her body was lying inside a casket, ready to be transported to the crematorium. In Japan, unlike how it is in the western society, it is more common for the dead to be cremated than buried underneath the ground. Once cremated, the relatives of the dead one pick the bones out of the ashes and transfer them to an urn using large chopsticks. It would have to be Zoro and his father transferring her bones to an urn.
When we were at the funeral, all of my friends were sobbing into their arms.
Though they did not know Kuina well, not the way they knew Zoro, they were still friends with her and understood how much she meant in Zoro's life. Whenever something tragic would happen to one of our friends, the rest of us would feel the same amount of pain as them.
I didn't cry, and it wasn't because I was unaffected by this tragedy. I was shocked and I was worried for Zoro. He is the type of guy who is too prideful to let others in and see that he's in pain. I could imagine him training his body until he dropped dead himself, behaving irrationally to challenge the greatest swordsman himself, or just crying alone where no one could find him.
It was so fucking frustrating.
I knew that I didn't have any right to be frustrated at Zoro, but I did feel undeniably frustrated with this situation. I wanted him to rely on me and open up to me about how he felt, but simultaneously, I understood that he did not owe any of that shit to me. I wasn't family to him and I was still unsure about the level of our friendship. Maybe to him, we were barely friends.
Yet… there was this part of me that wanted to scream to him that he should rely on me during times times like this and that he should not blame himself for what had occurred. It was an unpreventable situation, something that only God could have known about. I wanted to give him a hug and let him cry it out. I wanted him to put his idiot pride down. I knew not only the amount of love, but the type of love, he had toward Kuina. And maybe it was this understanding that made me feel this way.
The last time I saw Zoro was the day prior to Kuin'a death.
We have been training together for a few months now at his place, as he had mats that softened our falls and bamboo swords that he could hold to fight me with. We had an equal understanding that there was something from the other that we could learn from. From Zoro, who attacked me with such precise yet brutal offensive strategies, I had to learn to block them and push back with a force of my own. From me, Zoro had to learn footing and technique that I had honed at an early age, and something he had lacked since he has been only focusing on swordsmanship.
After the training, we were sitting side by side talking about how we could go professional and possibly earn money.
So, when he got the phone call from his father about Kuina, I saw his expression change drastically.
I don't know how to explain it, but you can tell a lot from someone's eyes, as I believe it is the door to their heart and soul. In that moment, I could tell you that something broke inside of him. All of those emotions like fear, sadness, shock welled up in his eyes and cracked his usual stoic appearance. My own heart ached like hell when I saw such a drastic change happening in front of my eyes.
Before he ran off to the hospital, the last thing he told me was, "Sanji I'll be fine, I'll talk to you later."
But I knew that he wasn't fine and that he was completely bluffing. He was the type of guy who didn't want to show you his weakness, not because he didn't trust you but because he didn't want to burden you with his own feelings.
I knew because I did the same exact shit, and that was partly because I grew up with all men. There was a part of me that I didn't want anybody else to see.
It was hidden beneath the layers of fighting, cooking, the filthy mouth, the chivalry, the self sacrifice. Behind all of that was a part of me that craved what I wanted to give to Zoro.
I don't know what is wrong with me. Despite the fact that something so serious as Kuina's death had occurred in my life, all I could focus on was Zoro and how he feels about what happened. Perhaps that's the flaw of my nature, the self sacrificial side that puts aside all of myself for somebody else.
But even this reason, I feel like it's just a mere excuse.
Even with Kuina's death, with Zoro's and everybody else's pain, all I could selfishly focus on was this part of myself that just wanted to see him…
And that was driving me up the fucking rails.
Last night, I had a conversation with Usopp and Chopper about Zoro. They told me that Zoro is dropping out of school for awhile, which wasn't surprising since he had always told me how school isn't for him and that he shouldn't be wasting his time doing a math equation instead of training to become the best swordsman. He also told them that they should leave him alone for awhile, as he'll be undergoing intensive training so he could be closer to his goals sooner.
They were worried for him, but they also understood how this was a journey he had to make alone.
They understood the pain of losing someone, as Usopp had lost his mother and Chopper had lost his adoptive father (who had treated him like a real father would), both at a very young age. With tears in their eyes, they told me how they wanted to be there for Zoro but at the same time they knew the amount of pain he was feeling. He was pushing everyone away because it was too much for him. Even the weight of his own presence was too much to hold, and he had to distract himself with his swordsmanship for now to eventually deal with the reality of what had occurred.
"Usopp, Chopper, I feel like a ticking bomb. I know how he feels, but I just want to go over there and shake him out of it. Time, patience, stuff that I know he needs right now I just want to throw it out the window." I closed my eyes, half expecting them to scold me.
"Luffy did that the other day," Chopper told him. "But Zoro took it badly, and he withdrew himself from Luffy and the rest of us even further."
"WHAT?" I shouted. Even though I was shocked, I half expected something like this knowing Luffy's impulsive temperamental personality.
Usopp shook his head, "That dumbass just barged in there and fought with him a bit."
"In Luffy's head, he was doing the right thing. He thought Zoro needed a release from building up all of his anger and sadness," Chopper filled in the rest. "Zoro just thought he was attacking him though."
Oh, yeah.
Luffy was always selfless with his friends, his intentions weren't the same as mine.
"So, what's Zoro going to do now?" I asked.
They both shook their heads, "None of us know."
Usopp put his hand on my shoulder and from his gaze I understood the depth of his seriousness. "Sanji, I know what you and Luffy are feeling. It's frustrating to see your friend fall into a hole and they're not willing to climb out no matter how many times you reach in, but I can't agree with you wanting to push him so hard. Right now, more than ever, he's fragile and needs his friends to understand that. If you are really his friend, you have to wait until he's ready to climb out on his own and be there for him when he needs a shoulder to lean on."
I nodded.
It was frustrating to acknowledge but I knew Usopp was right. It was a hopeless case and I couldn't do anything for Zoro other than give him the time that he demanded.
I just hoped that it wouldn't be too long before I saw him again.
I saw Zoro exactly nine months after Kuina's death.
It was a party held at Ace and Luffy's house, one they had recently moved into ever since Garp had decided to take them under his wings again. Garp had entrusted them in the hands of a rough looking but also soft hearted woman named Dadan when they were kids. Since his job as a marine required him to be on a constant move from place to place, he could not take care of them properly. But seeing how they had grown up, Garp thought he could train them to be marines during his free time and they would stay out of trouble while he's gone.
With that trust, Ace and Luffy decided to throw a party and invite everybody they knew, which included Zoro.
I was, of course, their designated chef.
Although I knew that they had invited Zoro, I fully expected him to not show up. As I said, none of us had seen or heard from Zoro for nine months. We didn't even know whether he still considered us as his friends. We had all been carrying on with our lives with Zoro in the back of our minds, or at least that was the situation for me.
Despite the fact that it was our drunkest hour, all of our mouths dropped at the sight of Zoro walking in through the door.
The first one to react was Luffy who leaped into Zoro's arms while bawling like a baby. And when I say leaped, I mean flinging himself from the staircase all the way to the door. Then the rest of us reacted to the groundbreaking fact that Zoro was actually there, standing by the door laughing as Luffy's tears and snot rubbed off of his T-shirt. We all rushed toward him and gave him a giant group hug, some of us crying like Luffy.
"Z-Zoro, I'm sorry, I wasn't a good friend," Luffy sobbed.
It was heart wrenching to see Luffy like that, clenching his fist into a ball and regretting everything he had done. I knew that he had secretly blamed himself for Zoro's absence for the past few months, thinking that he was the final push that drove him away.
Zoro smiled warmly. "Luffy, you are a good friend. I'm sorry for being gone for so long."
Luffy just cried harder. Usopp, Franky, and Chopper started crying alongside with them. Nami also started to tear up but she managed to hold them back.
I was standing by the staircase, with my face bright red from the alcohol and my mouth gaping at the scene, as I couldn't fathom the reality of it all. I had tried for the last few months to just forget about Zoro and move on with my life. I tried to put my all energy into cooking and martial arts competitions, and I became really good at it, but the satisfaction was nowhere near being with Zoro.
I've wondered to myself why this was getting me down so much.
It is normal to be upset if a friendship ends or if a friend is going through a tough period, but to me it was more than that; it felt like something was dug out of my heart and it couldn't be replaced. Then I knew what my feelings were toward Zoro as soon as I had that thought about my heart. How could I not? As a romantic who was a diehard for poetry and roses, how could I not tell that those feelings were love?
The realization made me feel all sorts of things. I felt so much guilt, thinking that perhaps I didn't care much about Kuina's death because of these feelings toward Zoro. I felt shame for falling in love with a man out of all people, of all the beautiful girls. I felt sadness, believing that these feelings will never be returned. But beneath it all, I felt happy for the first time since his absence for finally recognizing what this tug in my heart was and why it wept so harshly at the thought of Zoro.
That Zoro was standing right there at the party.
Everybody around me moved so quickly, bringing Zoro into the house and catching him up on what he had missed for the past few months. Ace brought him his favorite gin while Usopp and Luffy talked both of his ears off. Nami challenged with a drinking competition as Franky and Robin gave him the big news that they had started dating.
Zoro didn't look fazed by any of this. I could tell that he had truly missed everybody, as his mouth was stretched from ear to ear.
I just didn't expect him to eventually make his way toward me and start talking to me. I swear to god that my heart rate was going a million miles per hour and my hand was sweating profusely, and it could've honestly been a faucet to some kid from a third world country.
"Curlybrow, I haven't seen you in awhile," he said with that fat annoying smirk on his dumb face. His features had changed. Definitely more muscular, taller, and… handsome. Just so fucking attractive, looking like he could model for Gucci or some shit.
Although I am usually good with comebacks, this time I couldn't say anything. I just had a blank look on my face.
"Oi, cook, hello?" he kept waving his hands in front of my face.
"Zoro," I managed to choke out.
I wanted to give him a hug or something, but instead I gave him a lame punch to his shoulder, just a light tap so it wouldn't hurt my hands.
"You disappeared on us."
Zoro nodded. "I know."
Ace swung his arms around both of us in that moment with a huge grin on his face, "now that the gang's back together, let's smash each other in super smash bros!"
"Fuck yeah!" Franky shouted.
I had many questions reeling in my head: how are you after Kuina's death? What have you been up to? Do you have any feelings for me? But of course I wasn't going to ask the last question.
"I'll pass," he and I said at the same time.
Ace frowned, "Boo you whores. You guys look like you are about to kill each other." He glanced at our faces, which indeed looked murderous in a certain sense but intense was certainly a better way of putting it. "Whatever, have fun!" he shrugged it off as he dashed his way toward the game console.
"Do you want to talk outside in the balcony?" Zoro asked, hinting that the upcoming conversation was a matter of privacy.
I agreed and we walked out into the balcony unnoticed by our friends.
We stood outside in the cold, but I felt rather warm with his body next to mine, his intense energy emanating and filling my heart with a hot breath of fire.
Feeling strange with my hands, I took out a cigarette and placed it between my lips. I didn't have the courage to look at him, but I could feel his gaze on me. Now that I recognized my own feelings for him, how I was attracted to him emotionally, his physical appearance was starting to arouse my attention as well—literally.
I cleared my throat. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
The dumb moss hair that I used to hate with vehement passion seemed like a playful grassfield, something for my fingers to run across. I wanted to touch them, but I held back. Despite the fact that I am a man of romance, always seeking for poetry and women, I was secretly a coward who couldn't make the leap to a place in my heart where it would hurt the most. So, this desire toward Zoro I intended to hold back and bury it deep, where no one could find them, not even myself.
"Sanji, you're an annoying bastard," he stated.
My eyebrows twitched.
This is what he says to me after being gone for so fucking long? I wanted to kick the shit out of him. Forget about my feelings toward him, this bastard needed to get his ass beat.
Before I could say anything, he continued. "But I missed you, and I'm sorry that I used Kuina as an excuse to push everybody out of my life. It just hurt too much, I couldn't handle my emotions other than to train the shit out of my body." He sighed, "It's our dream to become the greatest swordsman, so I decided to embody her spirit and chase that dream as hard as I can. It's so unfair that I couldn't beat her first, but the ebb and flow of life is something that's out of my grasp."
My anger immediately dissipated.
Although it has only been nine months, I saw how much he grew as a person. Instead of letting that painful experience to consume him, like others might've, he used it to help him grow and move forward with his dreams. I felt so fucking happy for him that I could've cried.
"You idiot," I uttered through my gritted teeth, covering my eyes just in case a drop of tear leaked out. "I'm just glad you're okay."
In that moment I am uncertain who made the first move. Perhaps it was me in my fog of emotions with my covered eyes or it might have been Zoro who just needed comfort in his vulnerable moment, but we ended up in a tight embrace. My nose was in between the nape of his neck and my mouth in his collarbones. I smelled his metallic and incense infused fume, with a tint of wood and dirt. I had never smelled anything more desirable in my life.
My self control slipped little by little.
The unlit cigarette fell by my feet as my hands snuck underneath his T-shirt.
Yes, I was fucking horny as hell. I haven't had sex in so long, and the man I loved for so long and so much was embracing me.
I had to feel his rough and hardened skin under my fingertips. I treaded lightly across the arches and curves of his skin, as I didn't want to alarm him and pull away from me. I slightly opened and closed my mouth like a breathing motion, grazing my lips softly against his skin.
Sanji, you're out of control. Get yourself together.
Instead, my body was moving on its own as the control my consciousness was holding faded away, lost in the sensations of pleasure. The scent of Zoro, the feel of his skin, and maybe his taste?
Before I could flick my tongue out to have a taste of his neck, Zoro pulled me away from him.
"Sanji, I know about how you feel."
When he said those words, my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach.
He knew...
I didn't know how he knew. I never even uttered those words to anybody else, afraid that it would confirm and solidify those feelings even further.
"How?" I asked.
"Kuina told me." Zoro was looking away from him, shyly, scratching the back of his head. "The first day she met you, she told me."
I couldn't believe it. How did she know before I knew myself?
"I didn't believe it until just now, I actually forgot that she had told me. But from the way you looked at me, Sanji, and the way you touched me, I knew. You were physically quivering when we hugged just now. I know that you are in love with me."
I wanted to shrivel up and die in a hole. I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life.
"Zoro I... " I began to choke up. My throat was tightening around my words. "I didn't even know how I felt until recently. I don't even know how Kuina knew. I just don't want this to get in the way… I'm willing to shove my feelings down to make this normal…"
Those tears were threatening to come back again. I told myself to man the fuck up, whatever that meant, and keep myself from falling apart.
In that moment I thought to myself: holy fuck, so this is love.
A man of romance, I called myself, yet I could barely handle it: the raw pulsating emotions pumping loudly, spreading like a deadly toxin through my bloodstreams. I waited in anticipation for his response, yet simultaneously I dreaded hearing it.
"To be honest with you, I don't know how I feel toward you. I can't accept or reject your feelings right now. I'm too lost ever since Kuina's death. I feel the same as you, for things between us to be just normal."
Even though I should've been frustrated from his lack of response, I felt strangely relieved. Perhaps it was wrong of me to avoid his response forever, but that's exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to hear a rejection, but I also didn't want to hear an acceptance. Despite feeling romantically attracted to Zoro and almost slobbering all over him a few minutes ago, I was still very hesitant on having a relationship with another man. I was a ladies' man! I am not fine with this transition and I need time to rethink this over and over again until I forget about him and bury my feelings forever in the pit of my heart.
I felt terrified.
"Okay shitty mosshead, I'm perfectly fine with never bringing this topic to the table ever again." The tone of my voice quickly flipped the switch and I was back to normal, the way we both wanted it to be.
He smirked, looking as malicious as ever with his slanted eyebrows and an evil glint in his eyes. "No, I'd rather bring it up every chance I can get."
"You fucker!" I shouted before getting a kick in, aiming at his shitty face but blocked quickly by his forearm.
"Oh? You got a bit quicker," he remarked with that condescending tone of voice.
"Hell yeah I did, you shitty bastard!"
We fought and it was the most fun I have had in months. Once the others saw how much fun we were having, they quickly joined in on the fun.
I am still unsure how things are going to advance for me and Zoro, but I guess only time will tell.
It was a night of intoxication that Zoro and I had sex.
Yes. Holy fuck, we had sex.
We were both in his dojo, sparring as usual and drinking. The moon was absolutely spectacular that night, looming largely over our heads and so bright that it could've been the sun. The garden was so beautiful that if I was told that we were in Japan I would've believed it without a doubt: the moss garden, the pond with koi fishes, and this traditional house with tatami mats inside. And the bamboo shoot was dropping every few seconds from the weight of the dribbling fountain water, and we heard a subtle thud hitting the ground.
After our usual spar, we had snuck into Zoro's liquor cabinet. He had been collecting the liquor bottles for years, especially Japanese whiskey which was his favorite. We picked out a Suntory Whiskey from 1937, which sounds expensive but he reassured me that it really wasn't. It's a rather common drink amongst Japanese folks.
Instantaneously he had downed most of the bottle by himself. I stared at him wide-eyed, mouth agape. I knew that Zoro could drink, but I never knew how much. Before that night, I had never even seen him drunk.
"Are you trying to die, you dumb mosshead?" I shrieked, or just asked in a high pitched voice.
He grinned. "I thought you wanted to loosen up after that fight? Can't I also?"
I realized for the past few weeks since I've been hanging out with Zoro that I have a lot of self control, holding myself back every time he grinned like that toward me or when we were intimately breathing in each others' mouths in the middle of a fight. And this bastard knew how I felt about him! I often felt that he was doing it on purpose, to get a reaction out of me and to get me really horny without giving me what I want from him.
I didn't want to give this bastard the satisfaction he wanted, so I stared back at him all stoically and responded, "Do whatever you want, marimo." All coolly, while blowing out a ball of smoke. "I think you're going to get fucked though."
"This little amount isn't going to get me drunk."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Here, try some. It's a strong whiskey but the flavor is pretty light. I think you could handle it," he laughed. As he gave me the rest of what was left in that bottle, he went to the cabinet to grab two more. They were also suntory whiskey but the bottles looked different than the one he gave me. "I brought out some of the better stuff."
One of the bottle labeled 'Hibiki' was a clear and dark copper color with a fancy crystal lid. The other one was labeled 'Yamazaki' and the color was amber, even darker than the other two whiskeys. They were both unopened and had specks of dust around it.
"I brought out this one because it smells like fruit and I know you like wine," Zoro told me, referring to the one labeled 'Yamazaki'.
I smiled to myself. I felt giddy, not from the alcohol but from the fact that Zoro had thought about me.
I lifted the first bottle of whiskey to my lips and swallowed the golden nectar, tasting a smooth blend of whiskey that tasted so light and a bit sweet. "Wow, Japanese people drink something like this regularly?"
Zoro nodded with a hint of a chuckle, "Yeah, Japan is definitely famous for its whiskeys."
Although I'm not a heavy drinker at all, I was able to finish the rest of the bottle without a problem.
"Slow down, eyebrows, I don't want you throwing up on me again," he rolled his eyes. Hypocritically, he popped open the crystal lid and drank the copper liquid of 'Hibiki' as though he was drinking a can of soda. "Damn, this shit is better than I remember."
"How about you slow down before you become the embarrassment."
"I'm sure that won't happen with you around, love cook."
I growled, "Don't test me marimo, I will kick your ass when you're too drunk to handle yourself."
He singsonged, "Okay, but you're definitely the one who's going to fall on his ass first." Confidently, he took multiple swigs of his drink and released a sigh of contentment with each taste. "Try the 'Yamazaki' whiskey, shit cook, it'll blow your brain out."
I know what else could blow my brain out, was what I thought. I cringed from my own thoughts. Have some decency! You don't even want to have sex with a man! With a penis!
The thought was horrendous. I didn't even want to imagine Zoro's penis, or whether his pubes were actually green or not.
He poured me a glass of the 'Yamazaki' whiskey. I took a whiff of the stuff and I recognized the scent of cinnamon, one of my favorite spice. When the peerless liquid had touched my lips, I tasted coconuts and orange marmalade, with a finish of spice and the cinnamon that I smelled earlier. As a chef, I was amazed by the array of aromas and flavors this whiskey had displayed, much like how the finest wine could.
"Holy fuck." I looked up at Zoro with a face of someone who had experienced an epiphany.
"I knew you would like it," he remarked.
"Like it? No, that's an understatement. This is amazing! Where did you get this? How much is this? This is expensive, isn't it?"
"I got it from Japan, one of my father's friend works at the place where this whiskey is produced. I think it would cost about a thousand dollars though," he answered nonchalantly.
My mouth dropped. "A thousand? Holy shit, that's a lot of money."
He shook his head, "I know some wine or champagne bottles that cost twenty times than that."
"They probably don't taste this good though."
"Probably not."
Zoro replaced his bottle of whiskey with much cheaper stuff, as he was drinking to get drunk rather than enjoying it for the taste. A bottle after the other, he was emptying it out. I wondered how much his livers hated him.
Even though I was enjoying my whiskey for its taste, I could tell that I was getting drunk pretty fast. This shit was really strong, but it tasted as light as how my wine would. As the night droned on, we both got drunk to a point where our walls crumbled to dust and truthfulness spilled out of our hearts.
"Zoro, tell me honestly how you felt with Kuina," the words slipped out of my mouth before I could catch them with my tongue. This was a topic we haven't even gotten near since he came back into my life, but I had always wondered in the back of my mind.
As though he had been expecting this question, he sighed and stared into my eyes with a softened sadness. "I told you the truth before, Sanji. It hurt when she died. I am a realist when it comes to death, I was raised in a Buddhist home, you know, death is just a dinner topic. Japanese people accept death as fair as they accept life itself, but even though I had accepted it, I still wasn't prepared. If you want to know how it felt, I felt like the ground that I had been standing on all this time, that reliable and steady ground, disappeared and I was just floating in air. I was breathing but I couldn't feel the air that I was inhaling and exhaling. It may sound all dramatic, but that's the best way that I could put it.
The deep pain he was feeling was etched on his face. I felt a throb in my chest, the same feeling as I had at Kuina's funeral, except this time Zoro was right in front of me and opening up about how he felt.
"What is it that you like about me, Sanji? If you still do…" Zoro asked, scratching the back of his neck and shyly averting his eyes. "When did it start?"
I definitely did not expect this question since this was another topic that we haven't touched upon since the party. The sober Sanji would have definitely stayed clear from this topic, but the drunk Sanji decided to dive right in.
"Well, I hated your guts at first to be honest." We both laughed at that. "I mean, I thought we both hated each other in the beginning, but things changed when I realized that you didn't actually hate me."
"Oh, when we fought with Ace there, and you guys were just laughing for no reason. That time?"
"Yeah," I smiled, faintly remembering a distant memory. "After that, I got to know you more. Your dreams, your history, who you cared about, how you cared about them, and with the chemistry I felt between us, it just naturally happened. I started wanting to know more about you. I wanted to be a part of your life. I wanted you to talk to me and be there for you. Unlike anybody else I've met, you are the only one who manages to push me out of my comfort zone and gets me all riled up. I don't know, Zoro, I just enjoy your company and I feel like we belong together."
Holy fuck, I thought in my inebriated head. Did I just say 'we belong together'? What the fuck, Sanji!
My senses were all heightened in that moment. I could hear my own breathing, his breathing, the bamboo shoot that was dropping every few seconds, and the subtle creaks of the floor from the weight of our feet.
It was terrifying to wait for his response.
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Zoro asked.
His response was so unexpected and seemingly unrelated that I was a bit shocked. Perhaps he was trying to change the topic, but it felt like my feelings had been tossed into the trash.
From my lack of response, he continued. "I strongly believe in reincarnation and karma, how we live many lives for our souls to mature and eventually find enlightenment. So, believing in something like this, it's only natural for me to believe in soulmates, someone you meet life after life inevitably as though you are two magnets drawn to one another."
My heart began to beat faster.
"I knew from the moment I met you that we had known each other from our past lives. A gut instinct, you could say. This undeniable familiarity. I don't believe in a God but I do believe in fate, and we are meant to be together."
"What are you trying to say, Zoro?"
Zoro frowned, "I don't know if it's the magnetic pull from our past lives, but something about you pulls me in. I don't know if we're soulmates but a voice inside of me tells me to give it a try." He chuckled, "Maybe it's the alcohol but I've been thinking about this for a long time."
I gulped, "How long?"
"Since the party," he sheepishly answered. Though shy in expression, he confidently made his way over toward Sanji. "I know we're a bit drunk, but I don't think either of us will regret it in the morning."
My eyes widened. Was he suggesting…
Before I could finish the sentence in my head, his lips found its way toward mine, in a fervent and bold manner like how I always imagined he would, as he is someone who can do without letting his fears get in the way.
His lips felt soft and I smelled the whiskey on his breath, tasted it on my tongue. His body was so close to my own, emitting warmth that felt hot even against my own alcohol infused body.
I could think of nothing in that moment but the sensations created between us; all the tensions in my body released, as I finally understood that we had felt the same about one another. This relief, this mind blowing elation, and this desire for this moment to last a lifetime.
We had sex. I still can't believe it.
I won't tell you the details because it's not about that. It's not about whether or not he topped me or vice versa, whether his pubes are actually green, or whether I overcame my fear of his penis. It was something much more than that, as I knew that nothing will be the same after that moment.