Lunch had gone fairly well. The normal banter of the crew filled the air as they ate fast in attempt to prevent their gluttonous rubber captain from stealing their food. Zoro peaked up from his plate every now and then to watch the cook attempt to protect the ladie's dishes for them. After everyone had finished they began to clear out leaving only Nami, Zoro and Sanji in the kitchen.
Nami stood up and cleared her throat, "Sanji, I know it's my turn with the dishes today but I have some things to do with the map I'm currently working on.." Sanji cut her off, dancing up beside her to take her plate and start grabbing the other plates off the table, "It's no problem my sweet, I wouldn't want the dish water prune such beautiful and delicate hands such as yours." Nami rolled her eyes and moved towards the door, "Well that is fine, I was going to tell you that Zoro is taking my place to help you." The cook stopped what he was doing to look at her in shock, "I don't need that marimo's help, Nami-swan."
Zoro grunted and rolled his eyes, standing up to quietly start stacking dishes from the side of the table he had been seated at. The best thing for now would be to not argue. It was bad enough he'd have to apologize for something as stupid as skipping breakfast without having to scream at the top of his lungs to do so. Nami shrugged as she put a hand on the door knob and opened it, "That's just to bad, Sanji. Zoro owes me money and he's working off his debt. You wouldn't want to disappoint me by not allowing him to work of his debt for me would you?" She said, turning her face to Sanji and letting her eyes sparkle sadly. Sanji smiled and swooned, "Oh no my angel, I would never. I will make do with the marimo just fine. Any thing for you Nami-swaaaaaan." Nami thanked him and left, leaving the cook alone with the swordsman who was currently taking a large stack of dishes to the sink.
"Oi, marimo, who told you to start! You know I like things stacked properly before I start the dishes," Zoro grunted in response, placing the silverware in the sink and stacking the plates beside it. Sure he knew how the idiot liked his kitchen, he'd done the dishes with him countless times. The sound of a cigarette being lit came to his ears as he reached to turn the water on letting the sink fill while taking the bottle of soap and squirting a little into the bottom to watch the bubbles start to form. He heard the cook collect the rest of the plates and make his way to the sink, organizing the dishes before grabbing a towel and flinging it to Zoro.
"Let's make this quick," Sanji muttered around the smoke sitting in between his lips. Zoro shrugged and began drying off dishes as Sanji handed them to him, stacking them on the other side of the counter when finished. The entirety of the chore didn't seem to last very long and before he realized it Sanji was taking the towel from him and telling him to leave so that the cook could start working on dinner. Zoro frowned. Sanji didn't seem very angry with him like the others had said, but he didn't seem very happy with him either.
With a sigh he finally spoke up "I guess I should apologize then?" He asked raising a brow at the cook who was currently facing away from him. He saw the blonds shoulders tense, "For what, Marimo?" an almost growled response. Zoro sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "For missing breakfast." Sanji's shoulders relaxed and he began to chuckle, "Anything else, Marimo?" was the next question stated in a voice so dark it made Zoro's hair stand on end. The swordsman's face reflected a confused look for a second and the blond had turned around in time to see it.
"I don't know what else you need me to..." was as far as Zoro got into the sentence before a leg was shot into his stomach sending him flying back into the wall. Coughing he moved his hands to his swords before growling and looking up at the cook whose face was shadowed under his blond hair. "What the hell was that for?" Zoro growled as he shot up, unsheathing two of his swords. The blond began to chuckle darkly again, his body standing in a fighting stance, "Oh, you don't remember do you?" Zoro squared off preparing for attack while trying to go through what the hell might've happened to make the cook so fucking psychotic. He saw the cook light another cigarette and place one hand in his pocket while the other held the butt between the thumb and two fingers, "Well, Marimo, I guess I'll just kick that good for nothing piece of shit head in for you until that bundle of algea you call a brain decides to work properly for a change."
And with that Zoro was left to dodge and parry a slew of kicks across the kitchen and dining hall. Sanji had stopped talking by this point and was letting his anger out through nothing but physical means as Zoro tried to figure out what he'd done wrong while blocking all of his attacks. A foot finally connected to his the center of his chest making a loud cracking noise and he was sent flying into the door and through it as the door shattered around him. Instead of landing into the rails he was kicked over them and fell down onto the deck with a hard thud. The wind was completely knocked out of his and he couldn't seem to catch his breath.
The cook was on him again within seconds, sitting on his chest and pulling his hair so their eyes met. Zoro coughed his body still rocked with the shock of the kick and lifted his hands, which had dropped his swords upon impact, to grab the cook's wrists and try to pry his hair free. The cook breathed heavily through his nose and growled from the back of his throat, "Do you remember yet asshole? Do you remember what you did to me, Monday?" The cooks voice was low enough to where the rest of the crew, who were standing around dumbfounded by the display, couldn't hear. Zoro let out a small whimper as his hair was pulled harder. There was a problem with his chest as he couldn't seem to catch breath and the cook's weight was not helping the matter either. His eyes twitched to the sides as he tried to search himself for the memory.
He'd gotten drunk, what did he do when he'd gotten drunk? He was alone when he was drinking so what could he have done? And even though he was attracted to the shitty blond that was currently ripping his hair out by the fist-full, he doubted he'd ever make a move. No matter how drunk he was he always kept himself composed. But then again, there was no memory at all, had he? Did they fight over something, instead? He really couldn't be sure and if it was just a fight and he'd assumed something sexual he'd be outing himself anyway.
His dark eyes stopped to look into the single blue eye that wasn't covered with blond hair and he breathed out, "What did I do?" he whispered, trying to keep the others from hearing. Sanji face darkened again and he stood up and backed off from the swordsman, squaring off. Zoro groaned as he sat up trying to climb back up to his feet but stopped and fell back hard as a tearing pain shot through his chest. He couldn't breath, he couldn't feel his blood flow anymore. What the hell just happened? His eyes began to get hazy and everything around him sounded a bit off, as if everyone was far away. "Oi, Marimo, Get up I'm not finished kicking your ass!" Another voice sounded after Sanji's and he could faintly feel Chopper's paws on his chest "Oh no, His hearts not beating, and his ribs are indented over it. Zoro, stay with us. Luffy, help me get him to the infirmary!" As Zoro's eyes shut and he saw nothing but black he felt himself being lifted. "H...hey marimo, you ... you're gonna' be alright, right? right Chopper?" he heard the cook stammer. As hard as Zoro tried he couldn't keep himself awake any longer and decided to let himself fade off completely.
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He was standing by the infirmary bed looking over his body. "I thought that bitch gave me three days" he growled to himself as he surveyed the stitches on his chest. He'd materialized beside his bed just in time to see Chopper pulling out a piece of bone from his heart. Well at least this death was a little less aggravating than the first one, but why the hell didn't he get even one full fucking day?
A frustrated yell escaped him as he turned away and crossed his arms, only to come face to face with the girl in black sitting in the corner of the room. She was pressing her finger to some weird rectangle as lights from it illuminated her face. "Oi." Zoro said, stepping forward. She smiled up at him and pulled a pair of weird ear plugs from her ears, "Yes, Zoro?" she replied as she stood up and pocketed her weird toy. "I thought you said I had three chances with three days each, what the hell is this shit?" He had almost screamed the words at her as he reached to grab her by her hoodie. She stood there unphazed and shrugged his hands off to walk past him over to his body, "Well, Your time of death originally marked the exact end of the tapestry. The point in which it unwove was earlier in the week. So at any point in between then and when the time officially runs out, you could easily die from the most mundane of things (these words were punctuated with a giggle). But don't worry, I can't reset the time flow until Saturday rolls around, so for the time being you should probably stick around and see what you can find out about how you fucked up." She then chuckled and turned her dark green eyes back to the swordsman who wore an expression of murder, " I didn't say you had to be alive to figure out what happened."
She then bowed her head to him and with a mischievous grin stated "ta" before disappearing into a fog, leaving the now green-haired ghost alone in the room with his body. His eyes closed and he grabbed the sides of his hair to pull them hard in frustration. Under normal circumstances he'd forgo showing emotion and stay rather impassive but right now he didn't care because it wasn't as if anyone would see him and there wasn't much pride to be had in being dead, "FUCK!"