Author's note: Sorry, that it had been so long, but tests and exams have been popping up out of nowhere since it's near the end of the year for me. This isn't what I had hoped to have typed up for you guys, but it's the best I can do right now since I'm still testing. Hopefully it's enough to satisfy some of you; for others, I'm really sorry.

4

"Lil' Eggplant!" continued Usopp until he felt a leg kicking him in the back.

"Only Zeff's allowed to call me that," came that blonde head and curly eyebrow. He glared at his cousin softly until they started to talk.

"S-Sorry, Sanji, but Roronoa Zoro was spotted after ten, but now we've lost sight," he whispered closely to Sanji as the music played around them. As he leaned closer, the long nosed marksman noticed a blue rose poking out from Sanji's breast pocket. It was a dark, vibrant blue that made the thin man narrow his eyes. "Where'd you get that?" he poked at the rose on Sanji's chest feeling the familiar touch of petals.

"None of your business," Sanji swatted his hand away. "Anything else?"

"Zeff wants to talk to you. Ace is looking around for Roronoa and I've informed Brook about the situation as well."

Sanji pulled out his pocket watch clicking it open. It was thirty minutes before midnight ticking on his watch. With a sigh he stuffed the watch back into his pocket and looked around him. The strangers and guests were getting tired as time ran by them. Some started to head out the door with smiling yawns and either new arms to cling onto or alone drunk.

"Guests are leaving. Send Patty and Carne to check each one. The balcony is open, but I'd doubt that they'd leave through pitch darkness."

"And those walls that barricade the yard would leave them trapped," added Usopp.

"Where is Zeff?"

"Near the kitchen among friends, I can inform Patty and Carne."

"Do so," exhaled the blonde looking around and glancing towards the balcony where he can see a slight tint of blue and a hand waving around. Two other figures could be seen on the balcony as associates as they both wore those tiny pins underneath their lapels. "Keep searching, but make sure Ace is under control. If not, find me when he starts a fire."

Usopp nodded as the two separated to their destinations. They both weaved through people with smiling faces assuring their safety. Sanji thought about the Blue House's son. He felt suspicion tickling him mixed in with a surge of warmth. His mind flashed to that smiling face that stared at him and caringly made him laugh. Ah, he felt his face burning again. Coming up to the kitchen, Sanji turned and leaned against the wall covering his face. Badump! Badump! His heart was beating loudly in his ears thinking of that face. It came so fast and left so slowly… The suspicion he felt burned everything in his mind about Roronoa. Was he targeted? What was Roronoa after? Certainly, he couldn't have known that Sanji was the son of the Red House. Perhaps he was aiming for information about the family. Fortunately, he hadn't said much about the family except for his past. Groaning he banged his head against the wall sighing for his idiocy.

He needed a drink.

"Lil' Eggplant," that gruff groan came up to him wearing his toke and chef's uniform. Stubby, callous fingers wrapped around a scotch glass filled with the brown liquor and ice. A pained expression turned to stare at the old man. To the old man's surprise, he found his son depressed and frustrated. Much earlier he had seen his son smiling so brightly and laughing with that adorable face of his. "You look terrible," he frowned.

"Leave me be, although I search for you that needs me," sighed Sanji lying his back against the wall and staring at his father.

"Have you seen a head of green walk by?" Zeff asked joining Sanji on the wall.

"Not that I've seen. These lovely women need my attention because I'm desirable, I'm not about to let that go to waste," bragged his son. Zeff eyed his son knowing that the boasting was just to hide his pain. But that blue took his attention right away.

"What is this?" that grubby callous hand grabbed at the blue pedals of the rose. His tone was grave in terms of the blue rose. Sanji easily detected that grave tone, but it was the other grave tone he heard. The two had a rough relationship as father and son. They simply fought each other, exchanged insults, and treated each other as lower classed men. However, there was that graver tone either one of them would produce to enunciate the fact that they mean to be serious. In this case, Zeff was dead serious.

"A rose," answered Sanji feeling a little hesitant. "Have your vision gotten worse, you shitty old fart?"

"We represent the Red Rose and you wear Blue…" the rose was gently pulled from the pocket before the rose was pushed back with pale, slender fingers. "I saw you were with someone on the dance floor. Who was it?"

"I didn't get their name," he lied tucking the rose into his pocket.

"Was he tall?"

"An inch than me."

"Strange?"

"He fidgeted."

"Sanji," Zeff snapped grabbing hold of Sanji's red scruff. "This is serious. Did you see a man with green hair and three earrings tonight?"

Cold eyes glared at Sanji. That grim glare slightly frightened the young man in which the leader of the Red House was dead serious about the blue rose. Sanji worried a little staring into his father's eyes as he couldn't be honest at the moment. Whatever caught him tongue tied, Sanji knew that he'd be in deep shit if he continued on. His expression deepened into a frown as he ripped off Zeff's hands from his jacket and turned away.

"I haven't seen a man of the such," he replied averting eye contact. "Leave me be, the guests are leaving. Your chances to find him are thin as it ticks twelve. Send Ace my way when you see him," he said turning away to go climb the stairs in the kitchen to the second floor leaving Zeff glaring at the back of the scarlet jacket he had gotten him. His gaze softened as he thought that he might have been a little harsh after the fact that he had just greeted his son when he was in the gutters about something. Knowing his own son, he wouldn't be able to get out of that trouble so easily.

Out on the balcony, Zoro was in a glaring contest with Kaku. Chopper and Franky had gone silent when they were awkwardly watching the two glare at an unexpected moment. After Zoro had replied, the two fell into the contest. The reindeer and cyborg were majorly confused by the act, but they knew better than to but in when Kaku looked so pissed. Then there was also the fact that Zoro looked just as pissed. With Robin they'd be safe to interrupt, but just the two of them couldn't do much. They waited patiently checking their watches from time to time. Guests were leaving thinning out the crowd inside. A little worry started to creep in on the two. Their blue coats were enough to cause accusations made by the redcoats or anyone that would recognize them. Enough people were there to recognize them even if they weren't from the Red House.

"Kaku, Zoro, let's go before we're spotted," Franky suggested with a solemn face.

Both Kaku and Zoro took a step back and turned to stare at the two other companions.

"Agreed, we can settle this later," Kaku said starting to lead the group into the mansion and out the door. They discreetly walked along the street in the night feeling the cold air embracing them. Both Franky and Chopper were still a little worried about talking to break the tension around them. Kaku noticed that tension and thought that it'd be best to extinguish that. "So what did you two accomplish tonight?" he smiled.

"Where's Zoro?" Chopper asked he and Franky looked behind him to find themselves missing an important teen.

"What?" cried Kaku. "Son of a bitch!"

Sighing, Sanji entered his room, locked the door, and threw his jacket onto the bed after placing the blue rose into a small vase on the nightstand. The rose stuck out like a sore thumb in the dull, bloody red room. Such warm colors suffocated the flower beseech with a foreign vile mist of red paint. The ascot and vest were lost as Sanji unbuttoned his shirt only leaving two buttons at the bottom of his shirt. Pale skin was exposed with strong muscles strutting about feeling fresh air release him from the catastrophe of the night. The night was too much for him. His room was suffocating him as much as it did for the rose. On the nightstand was a box full of cigarettes. The stylish, hand carved box was looted another cigarette as Sanji went to stand outside on the balcony. The moon brought enough light for him to see his courtyard filled with red rose bushes and few bushes of white.

Sanji stared out onto the courtyard with his cigarette in hand and a small blush on his face. He pulled out a set of matches from his pocket placing the cigarette in between his lips. One match was lit. Before he could even light the cigarette, he removed it from his lips. Then he paused.

What am I doing? He sat on the stone railing of the balcony patting his lips with his fingers involuntarily. He gasped and smacked himself in the head. What is wrong with me? Again, he sighed.

"Ack!" grunted the green haired heir to the Blue House as he tripped over a thorn bush. He had been following behind Kaku and the others, but he felt as if they were going the wrong way and took a second route. At first he thought that he'd be the first one back at the mansion, but after climbing a wall that was in the way and stumbling over a thorn bush he started to blame the streets for rearranging themselves again. He sighed surveying the area he was in to find rose bushes of red and white. Where was he?

The moonlight was being kind as he trembled in the cold looking at his illuminated road ahead of him. The night had grown old after its lifespan was used for his entertainment that had turned out to be better than expected. He gently smiled from the thought of how he used his night and ignored the fact that he was interested in the son of the Red House. His father would be furious with him, but then again, the man's temper always fumed when he saw his son wear that red cloak he's forced to wear. There could be worse that man could do, but Zoro wouldn't want to go walking around in that territory as much as Aka-Ashi wanted to irritate. From the rumors Zoro heard about the Red House Family, the leader and son were people that would tamper with the temper of an agitated man just to see them pop, crash, and burn. It was also said that the two of them held a contract with the devil to make them immortal devils as well. Some even suspect that the son's left eye held the contract with the devil.

How ludicrous people can be. Such a ridiculous thought.

Zoro turned to find his way out from the bushes towering over him and some trees that seemed to have been planted in his general area. As he continued to walk around the bushes, a scarlet, crimson wall caught his eye. It was a nostalgic red he had seen before, but it couldn't have been from earlier that night, yes? Well, as Zoro pushed away some leaves and a few thorns carefully, he poked his head out to see the mansion. He frown taking note that it was the exact one he spent his evening and night at.

The house was dark as the rest of the guests started to leave and the mess was left for tomorrow morning to deal with. There were a few lights lit within the windows, but there was one spot of light that Zoro didn't want to miss. His amber eyes found a head of gold sitting a gray stones with a distressed fatigue about the body. Just from that figure, Zoro recognized that it was the Blue Hero and the heir to the Red House. He didn't care. None of the statuses meant anything to him. All he wanted to do was get to know the blonde better than he did that night. Even spending time when they're patrolling together might gain him some merits. They have spent some time together while on patrol, but it hadn't brought them any closer together except when arguing from time to time or exchanging information. Looking back, Zoro might have liked it better when they fought each other. Sending each other insults and pounding one another with a few good hits might have been the closest they could have been. Because of their fights, they've become familiar with each other's styles and their stances. Zoro didn't want to lose that after tonight.

He took a step forward to go see his "enemy" again, but was pulled from behind him to be greeted with a familiar face that night.

"Ace," Zoro smiled. "It's been some time now," he whispered as he was pulled back into the trees and bushes for shelter.

"Indeed, it has," Ace replied, but with a grimace.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing here?" asked the brunette as he took a few steps back away from Zoro with a glare. The hint of anger started to irritate the green haired teen as he noticed that Ace wasn't going to be all friendly as they were back then.

"I'm looking for a way out."

"Liar."

"What makes you so sure about that?"

"Because you got lost and then found yourself here only to see that Sanji's still awake," answered Ace.

Sanji. That was the name he had been trying to remember. Sanji. He repeated the name over and over in his head feeling a smile twist his face.

"I saw what you did tonight, Zoro," Ace said snapping Zoro out from his chanting.

"Why was everyone spying on us?" he hissed angrily with a fury of blush burning his face. First Kaku, Franky, and Chopper, now Ace had also spied on him. Was it really so troublesome for Zoro to be doing something just because he felt like it? "Look, I don't know how much you saw tonight, but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone."

"Sanji's the son of Aka-Ashi Zeff, you were aware from what I heard, but don't you think that you've harmed Sanji?"

"In what way?" Zoro asked raising a brow to all of this.

"When you revealed yourself earlier," started the flamethrower. His fingers were sparking flames in anger. "Don't you think that Sanji took it another way? Such as…you were using him for information about the Red House?"

"I've asked none of the such!" snapped Zoro with clenching fists.

"What makes you so sure?" the grim tone asked with flaring eyes.

Zoro glared back feeling his insides twist in turmoil thinking about how Sanji could have taken the whole night. Although he didn't ask much, there was a possibility for information to be found without the mansion itself. The items displayed around the home could have given enough information if looked at correctly. His eyes have been on Sanji all night; there wasn't much for him to look at anyways.

"Ace, if you were watching us tonight, then you should know that I haven't asked anything or looked at anything else tonight besides him," he solemnly replied erasing the twisting turmoil in his stomach. The son of the Blue House shifted his weight and turned his gaze towards the mansion where he could see a glowing figure stand outside their balcony. "But…" he trailed. "If he takes my actions as you've said, then inform me, please," he said lowering his gaze to the ground and walked past the flamethrower in silence.

Ace quietly stood by listening to the bushes being pushed away and the sound of boots against a cement wall. After tonight, Ace wasn't sure of how he's approach Sanji. The blonde knew his heart for certain, but he never really told Ace anything considering his love life. Maybe there wasn't anything to discuss because Sanji hadn't felt like that in a long time. For years, Ace had known Sanji and vice versa, but their hearts never really felt the same for one another. Sanji seemed to be looking for something else and Ace just fell at his feet after a first glance. Ace leaned back against a tree feeling tears starting to prick his eyes and his heart shattering to pieces.

In the white castle of the two lands, a certain raven haired head fell onto their desk with a heavy thud. He sighed and drifted off into a short slumber before he heard the door open. A yellow head poke through before softly closing the door behind him. There was a large box carried in a purple cloth being lugged alongside the blonde before he sat it right next to the desk. His hand came up to pat the boy's head on the desk that soon smelt the scent of nicotine being exhaled into the air. The hand disappeared from the raven hair to remove the cigarette from his lips. He leaned against the desk with his back to the younger prince.

"Sanji, meshi~" a weak whine was heard behind the redcoat as the boy felt his hand cramp and body ache from sitting in that chair all day.

"When was your last day off?" Sanji asked as he stood to unwrap the lunch he brought for the prince.

"I dunno…this sucks," he continued to groan. The white coat on the shoulders of the thin prince was large and bulky with a simply straw hat falling on his back with a piece of string tying the hat around the boy's neck. Everything else was black underneath the coat as his black collared shirt and slacks stood out once he sat up. A few rings could be seen on the boy's fingers glinting light off with its diamonds, rubies, and sapphires.

Sanji set up the boxes in front of Luffy as he smiled happily and dug in, forgetting about the cramps in his hands and the aches in his body. Sanji had made nine boxes of food for the prince knowing that he's be tired when he requested to see Sanji at the castle. Meat was stacked within the boxes with little fruits and vegetables that were inhaled at the same pace as the meat. Sanji smiled as he waited for Luffy to finish gobbling up his lunch before he'd ask for more or dessert.

"So, how was this week?" Luffy asked with a mouthful of meat.

"No changes, just a few fights between our men," Sanji answered frowning around his cigarette. Luffy had adjusted to the royal life a bit more as Sanji noticed that each year, Luffy would change little by little. It'd always shot Sanji with an arrow telling him that Luffy is becoming more matured in a completely different way.

"Oh, good," he continued to eat until he finished six boxes and reached out for the seventh box with his stretching arm.

Even though the two sat in silence, the air around them was tense. The cause for that tension was indeed Sanji. Ever since the soiree last week, Sanji had been bothered with the fact that he couldn't get the stupid image of the smiling son of the Blue House out of his head especially when they were both patrolling together. For the last couple of days, they've met up plenty of times while on patrol even before they were needed. A few times Sanji sometimes noticed that the Red Hero would stand a bit closer than necessary to him while they were together. Though they were sharing new information about themselves indirectly, Sanji wondered why he hadn't met the Red Hero in person before they even patrolled. Yes, their fathers hated each other, but that didn't mean that their children would hate the other's child. Sanji knew that they were taught that from a very certain brother to the prince.

"What's wrong?" Luffy asked looking up at Sanji with an adorable look of curiosity and a piece of rise on his face. Sanji smiled thoughtfully before he picked the rice off Luffy's face.

"It's nothing," he smiled ruffling Luffy's hair while the boy licked the piece of rice off Sanji's finger.

"You look sad today," Luffy said staring up at Sanji who flinched at the sudden attack.

"Everything's fine."

Luffy stared at his friend for some time before he leaned back in his chair and looked away.

"Zoro's been acting strange too," he added.

"In what way?"

"He looks sad too."

Outside the room, Usopp waited patiently standing alone in the hallway talking and concocting a plan on what to tell Sanji if he returned sad and muddled as he's been for the past few days. Since the party, Usopp noticed that Sanji seemed more troubled than usual. His temper was quite the same, but it didn't fare as often as Usopp had hoped.

Usopp leaned against the wall with a frown until he heard steps getting louder and louder. Turning, his two dark eyes saw blue coats coming his way. There were only two thankfully, though they looked as if they could both tear apart the whole hallway. Usopp gulped when he noticed the trademark green hair and three earrings coming his way along with the larger man of electric blue hair. They both looked presentable except for the missing pants and shoes on the cyborg who seemed to be carrying a rather large black case in his hand.

The two stopped by the doors staring at the skinny redcoat slightly shaking in fear despite his glare.

"Red has not finished?" asked the green haired son.

"He'll be done soon," answered Usopp. "You're early today, Blue. What happened? Thought you'd find yourself on the other side of town before sunset?"

Franky made a move to jolt to the younger man and succeeding in it at the sudden flinch the long nosed boy gave off. The cyborg soon had a bright grin flashing down onto the teen.

"Mind you, coward," growled Zoro. "There's been talk about contracts made with the devil and secrets untold by the leader and son. What humiliating facts are there to spread to turn your image sour?"

Usopp took a step back at the threat. He knew the truth of Sanji and Zeff and how things came to be. He was even part of it.

"Says a demon in human skin."

"So be it."

"Then mind your own damn business when rising from the dead."

The door opened in Zoro's face before he could say anything.

"Ah, understood," said a suave voice that made Zoro shut his mouth as the other waved to the prince and shut the door afterwards. He took a step back from the door as the other was revealed before him. A blood red jacket hung on his shoulders with buttons and pins covering a white vest over a ruby shirt and black tie. An unlit cigarette could be seen hanging from his lips. Sapphire met navy blue when Zoro saw that eye stare at him. "You're early," he greeted.

"It's a mystery indeed," Usopp smiled proudly behind Sanji. Franky had seemed to be the only one annoyed by the remark while Sanji and Zoro just stared at each other. A certain connection sparked again between them as they stood there.

"See the wolves scattering about the forest?" Sanji asked before he pulled out a match from his pocket and lit his cigarette.

"They've followed the scent of blood dripping in the streets," Zoro replied after making out what Sanji had said beforehand. Should we meet at the forest behind the castle? He deciphered and ended up replying as: The guards are stationed nearby.

"Should they take flight and scrounge around the people?" We can hide among the townspeople.

"They'd shoot to kill." There's too many to recognize us.

"Then their senses should save them. Be it sound or smell, which would win?" Can you follow a path then?

"Only when slight but strong can they tend to their safety." Where's the path?

Just after Zoro replied, Sanji smirked removed his cigarette and exhaled into Zoro's face who closed his eyes, but took a silent inhale to memorize the scent. The tobacco was an import from Grand Line as well that was expensive as hell, just like Zoro's sake and polish were.

Behind Zoro, Franky took great offense for the action after trying to understand what they were talking about. Whatever they were talking about, Franky couldn't find himself to understand after what Sanji just did now. Usopp, behind Sanji, froze for a moment fearing the taller man behind Zoro as he noticed the angry snarl he was giving Sanji now. Though size didn't matter, Usopp was afraid that they'd be in deep shit if Sanji didn't back down now.

"If they can't win, they'll withdraw and feed on the feathered friends that fly in the sky among the clouds." I'll be on the rooftop smoking. Sanji lastly said before turning with that same smirk on his face and waving behind him when he gestured to Usopp that they'd be leaving.

When Sanji and Usopp turned the corner, Franky let out an annoyed groan earning Zoro's attention.

"That bastard always aggravates me," he told Zoro who smirked and reached for the doorknob.

"He can be a pain, but it'd be best to keep your distance, Franky," Zoro opened the door before him. "He is stronger than you, I know that much at least," he said and left Franky outside of the office while Zoro gave Luffy the weekly update on the streets.

"What took you so long, shit head?" Sanji asked after hearing the door close gently behind the green haired teen. The roof was elaborate with its white tiles and white sculptures surrounding the castle. Everything in the castle was elaborating that made the Red and Blue Houses seem as shady as the slums on the outskirts of the city.

"The halls keep changing every damn time I come here," Zoro scoffed back while watching the blonde finish his cigarette and toss it over the edge of the rooftop. He stared at Sanji leaning against the railing with the sun setting by him creating an orange glow reflecting off his golden blonde hair.

"Che, only in your mossy brains, the castle hasn't changed since a hundred seventy years ago," replied the blonde feeling his arm being brushed when Zoro leaned onto the railing.

"What's your business here, dartbrow?"

"I could ask you the same damn thing, marimo."

"M-Marimo?" staggered the green haired teen with a flushed face.

"Yes, you're a fucking marimo because that entire alga on your head is affecting your stupid brain!" shouted Sanji angrily.

"What the fuck is wrong?" Zoro asked. He was at a complete lost when the blond snapped at him. A heated face burned in the blonde as Sanji noticed what had happened. The Blue House's son knitted his brows in confusion before Sanji walked pass him with a pained expression. "Hey," An arm grasped the redcoat's arm. "What's wrong?"

"None of your business."

"I thought you wanted to talk?"

"I thought I did," Sanji replied ripping his arm from Zoro's grasp. "But there's nothing to talk about."

"We've known each other since Luffy employed us, there's plenty to talk about," Zoro glared. "You knew who I was last week and I know you, what's the difference from then and now?"

Sanji averted his eye from the other feeling his tired body nearly take over him. The weeks have been bothersome to both of them, but their men just couldn't keep their tempers down. Both of them have been hard at work especially against the new travelers. Neither Sanji nor Zoro had told Luffy, but there have been some infected travelers that have been causing havoc in the city. Each one of them was from different parts of the world and they all seemed as if they had run into someone before entering the city. From what Sanji could recollect, the travelers would have stoic eyes, a stiff body, and within the first two to three days, their voices were echo throughout the whole city causing the Blue Hero hours fighting them. The Red Hero would eventually show up to a give hand, but the majority of the infected travelers would be finished already. Even before Sanji and Usopp had arrived at the castle, Sanji excused himself momentarily when he saw a traveler attacking a resident. It wasn't pretty when Sanji returned with blood at the cuffs of his slacks and jacket causing the duo to return home briefly for a quick change. This had caused a frightened marksman to take note of how Sanji was afterwards: Tired and frustrated.

With the silence that filled the air surrounding them, Zoro wrapped an arm around Sanji's waist pulling a lethargic head to rest on his shoulder. His hand took a pale one examining the texture and prints before seeing a dazed eye look past his lapel.

"You look tired," Zoro said kissing Sanji's head to get a slight scent of nicotine overwhelmed by a mélange of spices that seemed toasty and sweet with a hint of spicy. "Is that why you're angry?"

"…No," Sanji replied once he snapped out from his stupor. He could feel Zoro nuzzling into his hair while his hand was being held tightly as well as his waist. "Are you using me for information?" he directly asked with a little smirk. The nose and mouth that he could feel ticking his hair froze along with the hands that froze and lightened their grasps. "That's what I thought," Sanji smirked. Gently, Sanji removed himself from the swordsman's structure to stare at a shocked face. "I'll see you around, maybe."

Sanji turned with a pained smile waving behind him as he walked to the door.

"What the fuck do you take me for?" shouted the teen behind Sanji. His hand was just about to reach up to the golden doorknob. "Do you really think that I would do that just because we're of different houses? Why the hell would I care about that?"

The waiting blonde at the door soon felt a pair of arms wrap around him tightly pulling his back to press against a heavy chest. The head of green rested on Sanji's shoulder. His arms around Sanji were tightening, getting tighter each second.

"You know who I am and that I know who you are, don't you?" Zoro mumbled through Sanji's coat.

"Roronoa Zoro, son of Dracule Mihawk, but took his mother's maiden name after she passed away," Sanji sighed bringing up a hand to tangle in Zoro's hair, but felt a red hot ear on the way causing the blonde to smirk. Zoro's heart was beating quickly. Feeling the pounding organ against his chest was enough to call it a heart attack in his mind, but he was just so happy when he heard his name come out of that mouth laced with a debonair voice. It was too much for him.

As Sanji waited for a reply, he watched from the corner of his eye a green head rising from his shoulder and a tanned hand to stroke his hair back so that his curly eyebrow could be seen. A faint blemish rose to Sanji's cheeks when he felt a kiss on his eyebrow targeting the curl.

"Kuro-Ashi Sanji, son of Aka-Ashi Zeff, but made a name for himself to hold on his own," he heard the husky baritone smoothly whisper into his ear causing a rush of heat to rise to Sanji's face.

"You're red," Zoro whispered into Sanji's ear blowing a little air to tickle the blonde.

"Fuck you," Sanji muttered back turning around to be met with a pair of warm lips pressing against his. Before Sanji could even respond, Zoro pulled back smirking at the other smugly. His arms were wrapped around Sanji's waist tightly keeping the blonde facing him.

"You still look tired," he said. Red arms surrounded the swordsman's neck as he felt a few pecks trail down his jaw.

"You look just the same, marimo."

"But, do you still think that I would betray you?"

"Way to kill the mood, dumbass," Sanji replied averting his gaze as he pulled back from Zoro with a pouting face.

"Well, shit, sorry for trying to clear things up."

Sanji rested in Zoro's arms keeping his hands on Zoro's shoulders while he thought momentarily.

"I guess you wouldn't betray me, but…" Sanji pouted again making Zoro feel heat boiling in his face and down below. "I think you would have a good reason to betray me if you ever do. Not that it'll be on purpose, but if you do anything like that to me, I won't forgive you."

Zoro just stared at Sanji with wide eyes.

"Never?"

"Ne~ver," Sanji confirmed, "If you don't like it, then back away right now," he glared at Zoro who still stared at Sanji with wide eyes.

The green haired teen soon smiled and leaned in closely to kiss the blonde's lips.

"No, it's a perfect. You just have to do the same for me now."

"Agreed."