Me: For Labyrinth-chan, because they asked so nicely :)

Month Four Extra

Nami sighed as she studied her newly purchased map. The next island was a day or two away, but she couldn't put her finger on what seemed…familiar about Hiyoko Island. Of course, she'd never been there, but she's positive she had read about it before. Hiyoko Island: population; 2,389, width; 1200 acres, length; 1000 acres, residents; female? What did the map's information key mean by that? Surely, the island wasn't only inhabited by women, right? Regardless, the tired navigator examined the next course the Sunny would pass through. She needed to go to bed soon; it was probably past midnight.

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Zoro wasn't going. There was no way in hell he was going on the island, no matter how much Sanji bitched and moaned. He was showing too damn much, and his new clothes didn't really hide the fact. The swordsman sat against the mast, tuning out a ranting shit-cook only a mere inch away from his face.

"-and Nami-swan wanted to treat you," the blonde finished, knowing that the other's attention was elsewhere at the moment. Zoro cracked his good eye open slightly and glanced at his annoyed lover. The sea witch, or sea aunt, wanted to treat him out? There had to be a hidden catch, or probably a fee, but either way he wasn't moving. A new island meant new people. People that might know who he is, and take him out now that he is weakened. Or laugh, which was worse.

"No, having people see you pregnant, let alone a pregnant man, is a weakness and it raises too many questions," the first mate stubbornly stated.

"Who cares what they think?" Zoro didn't seem affected by the statement. He leaned into a comfortable position, using the mast as a large pillow.

"It's not like you'll be defenseless if I'm with you. Right, Mossy?" Sanji cooed. Again, there was silence. "You...want your haramaki back? To hide it a little?"

A slow nod. Sanji sighed; he hoped Chopper wouldn't reduce points just for letting him wear it for a day.

Nami wrote down a list of the supplies they needed to restock on, the items where the previous island didn't provide. She paired up Usopp with Franky for more ship parts, Robin, Luffy, and Chopper for food and water, and Brook got stuck with watching the ship. While the others did their assigned jobs, the navigator would be catering to Zoro for the day, guarded by an obsessed Sanji. Who wouldn't drop everything just to be with your precious swans?

"So," Zoro trailed off awkwardly. Spending time with the witch wasn't something he did often, so the atmosphere felt quite uneasy. Luckily, the cook chose to walk in between them, wanting to coo and swoon at both of them. Zoro had suspicions on where they were going. He also had suspicions on whether there were any males on this damn island. Not that he would dare steal a peek at other besides Sanji, but passing buildings and shacks so...colorfully decorated was slowly confirming his silent question.

The navigator glanced at him, grinning at the outfit she picked today. It took an arm and a leg to finally get Zoro to wear it, but the blown eardrums were definitely worth it. The swordsman was adorned in black maternity pants, which were pulled over his baby bump, and the beloved haramaki stretching over the godforsaken pants. The light blue shirt was higher than a half top; only long enough to cover his breasts (A/N: I feel so damn awkward saying that about a guy) It's most irritating feature had to be the giant purple winking face glowing in the middle, which would only be qualified as "eye-meltingly irresistibly cute".

As the trio made their way to a makeshift diner, four women suddenly squealed and began to run towards Sanji.

"Look at him!"

"So CUTE!"

"Such suave!"

"I just gotta hug him!"

The surprised cook smiled brightly, feeling a dreamy "Mellorine~" about to slip out. Suave, cute? Ah, he was finally being recognized by the world's beautiful goddesses! The women, however, had their shimmering eyes targeted on someone else. They literally zipped past the love cook, (who now stood dumbfounded and a little offended) leaving a dusty cloud to linger in his face and burn his eyes. Zoro, or more specifically, his stomach was ambushed by the crazed women, giggling and rubbing the adorable baby bump. How the hell did they know he was pregnant and not just chubby? It didn't matter how they knew; the infant didn't like it at all. The stressed baby uncomfortably shifted inside him, not liking the sudden crowd. Zoro tried to scare them away with a snarl, but one of the brunettes only cooed at the attempt, "Aw, you're so cute when you pout! So? Who's the daddy?"

The first mate was caught off guard by being called his least favorite word, and answered hesitantly. "Oh, uh, h-him," Zoro pointed. Sanji watched as the beautiful women cooed and snuggled Zoro; a burning sensation fluttering in his chest. It was heavy and repeatedly clenched and unclenched his heart. He has felt it before, when Luffy helped Nami up after accidentally tripping her instead of him being honoured to do so. The cook wouldn't admit it; that wasn't gentlemanly. Even though the jealousy slowly began to eat him away from the inside, he paid the little group no attention.

They stood in the middle of the dock exit path, bombarded as several woman joined the first four. There was at least ten of them surrounding the swordsman now, somewhere along the way pushing Nami and the chef out of the formed circle. Zoro didn't tell them to scram, or even ignore them, which added on to the cook's impatience.

"How many months are you?"

"Do you know the sex?"

"Can we help you in any way?"

"That shirt matches your gorgeous eyes!"

"Want to spend the day with us?"

The first mate looked ready to flee from the crazy girls, but stayed put and let them cuddle him while he answered the flowing questions uncertainly. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself on a new island, especially if all the females were this clingy. Sanji avoided glancing at his marimo, cringing slightly whenever the girls started another high-pitched string of "aww"s. Nami smiled at his discomfort; who knew Sanji was the jealous type?

Why the hell wasn't he growling at them, telling them to piss off or something? Granted, Sanji would kicked his pregnant ass, but the strong urge to see the women depressed and shot down grew by the second. A specific blonde with a Cheshire Cat grin seductively placed her hands on Zoro's shoulder, leaning in close to his ear before speaking loud and clear; her voice like the finest silk ever made. "You know, that kid would appreciate having two mommies," she purred.

Sanji lost it. The jealousy got the best of him. He quickly stormed over, gently shoving the women out of the way (though he just itched to do something more violent at the moment) and lunged at a baffled Zoro. Wrapping his arms tightly and possessively around the other's frame, Sanji captured his lips in a passionate, long, and bragging kiss. The women stared disappointedly; most of them knew he was taken, but Zoro was too adorable to pass up, making fawning over him the only logical option. Once the kiss ended, the swordsman was speechless to say the least. What came over the usually calm shit-cook? Before he found his tongue (since it was so numb from that mind-blowing clash), Sanji's gripped tightened, but it was no pain that he couldn't take.

The cook hissed out through gritted teeth, "Excuse me, but this is MY marimo, and MINE only." The venom in his tone and the sickingenly polite smile were enough to make the busty blonde retreat, along with the friends that accompanied her. The cook had the appearance of an insane psycho, who was perfectly happy killing and torturing people for a living. Zoro stared in shock as the women vanished in mere seconds, terrified and probably scarred for life.

"...Who the fuck are you...and what have you done with the love-cook?" the swordsman asked timidly. Sanji's insane smile only widened, frightening Zoro to no end. That smile held something unpleasant behind it, and he didn't want to find out what it was any time soon. The traitor navigator silently took off along with the girls, leaving the cook to gently crush the swordsman's brains out.

"Zoro~" Sanji lightly sang, taking a very strong hold of the other's right hand, "Let's go find Nami-san."

From that point on, Zoro knew that he was going to be left-handed for the day.

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One Day Later

"I see a huge marine ship! No, two! HOLY CRAP, IT'S A FLEET!" Usopp loudly declared from the crow's nest. The Sunny was swarming with the Straw Hats readying the cannons, steadying the course, and growing more excited by the moment. The rubber captain cheered; they hadn't had an attack for a long while, almost as if the government purposely chose to ignore them. Nami ordered Franky and Usopp to carefully aim if the rival ships decided to shoot, Chopper was guiding the router, and Brook and Sanji took the job of restraining stubborn, pregnant bastard by forcing him to go below deck. Zoro knew he shouldn't fight, but he couldn't just leave his nakama to battle about seven ships worth of marine! What kind of friend and second in command would he be?

Sanji growled in deep frustration. The damn marimo wanted to help so bad, but the crew, mainly Sanji, was trying to help him by shielding him! Zoro didn't even have his swords, so what could he possibly help with as far as fighting? The swordsless swordsman glared at the bony hand concerningly on his shoulder. He didn't need protecting, damn it. He needed to protect. Pregnant or not, Zoro wouldn't let his nakama fight this many marines alone.

"Sanji-san, I'll handle him. Please help Chopper-san," Brook claimed. The unsure cook curtly nodded, sprinting off to help the reindeer. "Zoro-san, please. It would be best if you hid in the aquarium. That way, we would know you were safe," Brook explained. Zoro wasn't pleased with that, but decided that emotionally worrying his crew was worse than not physically defending them and followed Brook. Before the skeleton could open the inside of the ship's door, a loud whistling ran through the air, and then the Sunny shook violently. One of the ships fired a cannonball; a direct hit. Counter cannons were launched, along with Luffy stretching his way onto the closest ship and pummeling its residents.

Somehow, a large group of marines boarded the Sunny, one of them shouting a demand to cease Zoro, since he was obviously weaponless. Brook, too, had left his violin behind in the galley, but that didn't stop the determined pile of bones from instinctively stepping in front of the marimo. A marine swordsman lunged at him with fury, hell-bent on capturing Zoro. They all knew it was rare for the first mate to be caught without his precious blades, which is precisely why it was now or most likely never.

After blocking and dodging fruitlessly, Brook was sent flyng from a strong hilt swing to the face. Zoro growled at said culprit, who motioned for his comrades to move in. The baby kicked hard at that exact moment, and since Zoro was only wearing a tank top (and the kid was Blackleg-fucking-Sanji's) it was incredibly noticable. The leader stopped in his tracks, looking dazed for a few seconds before lowering his weapon. "You...you're...?"

Zoro cursed the infant's timing. Why? Of all the times, of all the fucking times and the places, now? The leader, along with the others (who also lowered their arms), stared in a silent contemplation; eyes wide and mouths ajar. Suddenly, the leader spoke up, "That's..."

"Go ahead; you won't be alive long enough to regret saying it," the marimo growled. "What is it? Disgusting? Weird? Freakish?"

"So...damn awesome!" A roar of agreement startled Zoro even more than the unexpected response. He couldn't sense or tell if the man was lying because of his threat, or if they were just stupid. Eager bursts of:

"Holy fuck!"

"Cool!"

"Look at that!"

"It's a damn miracle!"

"Shit, that's brave!" emanated around the confused swordsman. What the fuck was he supposed to do, thank them or kick their asses? Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision. Body after body suddenly flew in all directions; the sick but familiar sounds of bones cracking, skin tearing, and ear-shattering painful cries engulfing the entire deck. Instead of Luffy or a pissed off doctor, it was a fuming shit-cook that mercilessly went rogue on the bastards. His face was a deep shade of red as he held back from kicking their limp bodies repeatedly. Hell no, he could tolerate the ladies, but drew the fucking line at men paying so much attention to his marimo!

Zoro grinned; apparently, Sanji was still in his jealous mode. "Feeling better?" he teased.

Sanji glared at him, shouting over the screams of pain Luffy was beating out behind them, "I don't know why the fuck your sorry ass is grinning! GET BELOW DECK!"

"Scared marines might sweep me off my feet?"

Deep, deep down, somewhere in his arteries; yes. Yes, he damn well was.

"Agrh! NOW!"

Me: Hiyoko means Chick for those who didn't know Haha