All disclaimers made in first chapter

NOTES: ZOMG I'M UPDATING!!! heh, well its the truth. So I actually had said in a review for Inspired by You by Zo-chan1 (she is so so so very kind as to dedicate an entire story to this one) that I was hopefully going to update like a month ago... and then I didn't, obviously lol So Im sorry for that and I'm also TERRIBLY sorry for not updated for OVER A YEAR o.o thats waaay too long and I apologise. Now about this chapter... it kinda sucks, I wont lie. This story has kinda sorta gone off track from where I had wanted it to go, but I'm going to pull it back and end it within 5 chapters (most likely-definietly less). Thank you for not hating me (hopefully) and enjoy (again, hopefully lol).

Forbidden Obsessions

Chapter 7 Do You See That Light?

"Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late

There wasn't a moment that passed by that relieved Zoro of his heart ache. Not one of his calls to Sanji were answered and he was sure none of his 53 messages were being heard either. Sanji was his main priority at the moment, but that definitely didn't mean he was his only worry. Zoro's father was a whole other story and yet was just as complicated. If Zoro didn't watch his back, he didn't want to know what his father would do to him. So the plan at the moment was 'avoid at all costs'. It was working... so far.

Every time Zoro came back home from school he'd sneak through his house making sure he doesn't accidentally run into his father. He had narrowly escaped multiple encounters and prayed to he doesn't even know who that his luck wouldn't run out. But Zoro could hardly call himself lucky.

"Umm... Zoro?"

Zoro slammed his locker shut and sighed. "What, Johnny..." he responded, not even giving his friend the courtesy to look at him while they spoke.

"Are you... OK?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... you've been extra spacey lately and during Kendo you almost beat Yosaku till he passed out." That got Zoro's attention.

"... And?" Zoro's eyes practically glared just as brightly as the sun into the sunglasses Johnny wore, the other boy grateful for the protection over his eyes.

"Erm..." The boy fidgeted under the pressure, wondering if he should just say what he needed to say and suffer the beating that was surely to follow... or not. "Well... are you-you and... Sanji OK?" he finally spit out nervously.

The boys stopped walking, Zoro's gaze glazed over ahead down their path. Was it that obvious? Well it might as well be since neither of them have been together the past week. Sanji had been missing the first half of the week and it was only today that the boy decided to come back to school and prove to everyone, especially Zoro, that he was still alive.

But when Zoro saw him that morning, he only moved 3 feet towards the other boy before he halted. Sanji looked terrible; his eyes were sunken and hollow, and his skin was a ghostly pale. He looked exhausted, both physically and mentally. Zoro couldn't bear to see him in such a state and chose to leave the boy alone... at least for a while.

Zoro tightened his grip on the strap of his book-bag and sighed once again. "We're..." Zoro started, unsure of what he was going to say since he himself didn't know if they were 'OK' or even if they were ever going to be 'OK'. What he did know was what he hoped. Was his hope good enough, strong enough to force fate to bend to his wishes? Maybe... you know there are always those cheesy posters around schools and whatever with that kind of inspirational shit on them, so maybe they were right and not complete bull... maybe.

'Maybe' wouldn't cut it, Zoro couldn't live through this tragedy with just 'maybe'. The 5-letter word was useless by itself; a fact even he knew. So... what was the answer to Johnny's question then?

Before Zoro could even begin to form the stumble of an answer on his tongue, he found himself in the bathroom wondering when they had started moving again. Johnny was staring at the other teen, wondering why they were just standing there in the bathroom. It had been Zoro who had started to walk there, Johnny just followed to make sure his friend was alright.

Johnny opened his mouth to try and snap Zoro out of his trance, but Zoro beat him to it. "You remember when you walked in on me and him...? We were standing right there," he said, his eyes staring at the space of wall between the two middle sinks.

Zoro pushed Sanji up against the wall, trapping the skinny blonde between two sinks and his body. Their lips smashed into one another and their tongues clashed fiercely to claim being the victorious gladiator. They only broke apart once, both their faces flushed and almost sweating. Sanji looked over Zoro's shoulder and made an indistinguishable expression between worry and excitement.

"What if someone comes-?"

"Shh, no one will come. It's the early half of class and we're in the farthest likely bathroom to be used. Don't worry," the green haired teen responded, wrapping his arms around the small waist of his lover. Sanji smirked and their lips went back down for round two.

It was getting hotter than they anticipated, both boys getting more aroused than they had planned. They were supposed to just relieve a little stress with quick lashes between their tongues. But they could feel the heat in their loins and Mother Nature decided now was a good time to procreate despite its impossibility. They groaned into each other's lips, the two bucking slightly out of impulse. Zoro couldn't take just simple 'contact' and gripped Sanji harder and lifted him up off the ground. The blonde gasped and wrapped his legs around Zoro's waist out of habit.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sanji breathed, "we're still in school and-"

"I've gotta fuck something," he said in a gruff voice, the blonde biting down on his molars as the swordsman made to undo his pants.

"You know you could have said that in a less barbaric manner..."

"Yea, yea whatever. I'm using soap for lube," he said practically ignoring Sanji, reaching out to dispense some liquid soap into his palm... until the door opened that is.

Sanji first saw the door open and hit Zoro on the shoulder, words failing him. Johnny walked in and looked up from the floor to see his best friend and Sanji the moment before they were going to commit to actually having sex in the bathroom. If Johnny had any thing in his hands, he would have dropped it. And like Sanji, words failed him and his mouth just gaped, his eyes saucers.

"What? It's not like we haven't d-," Zoro finally turned around, catching the state one of his best friends was in and let his jaw drop. The three just stared at one another for a moment before Johnny ran out of the bathroom and didn't come back. Sanji properly smacked Zoro upside the head, cleaned himself up and left to go back to class.

"Uhh... yeah I do but I'd prefer not to remember seeing my best friend's dick inches away from another dude's ass. Sorry Zoro, but I'm just not ready for something so... graphic."

Zoro shook his head, a weak smile tracing his features. "No, it's understandable," he said almost quietly. The boy continued to stare at the spot, Johnny fidgeting slightly. This was just getting weird and Johnny was sure he just heard the final bell signaling the start of their last class of the day.

"Well, I'm gonna go to my class. I think we've got a pop quiz on Kite Runner. I'll see you at Kendo, Zoro!" The dazed teen barely nodded as his friend left the bathroom and went down the hall. He just continued to stare at the spot, forgetting that he was in the most trouble he's been in in his life. Whether this memory was a good time or not, it was definitely more solid than what he was going through at the moment.

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It felt too soon. Sanji chose to return to school this day, Thursday; but he was starting to think it may have been too soon. Yes, some people in school had started to come around and seemed to pick up from where they had left off months ago. Once fangirls approached the blond when he had come in asking if he was planning on having a club meeting after school; if he wouldn't mind them sitting with he and Zoro during lunch; if he could help them with such-and-such. It was a nice change of pace since their first appearance out of the closet... but there were much deeper issues that these girls couldn't see. However, there seemed to be at least one person who had a clue.

"Hey... Sanji?"

The blond frowned, recognizing the voice as someone who wouldn't normally be speaking to him. He turned around, his confused expression unhindered. "Yes?"

Blake stood there, his own face scrunched in an awkward smile. "Oh... um... how are you?" He asked the blond, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

Sanji said nothing and raised an eyebrow at the other boy as if he has said nothing at all. But after a moment, Sanji shook his head and lowered his brow. "I've been better," he said in a low, cautious voice. There was another pause, awkward in its own silence. Blake had opened his mouth to speak again but Sanji beat him to it, cutting him off sharply.

"If you want to talk about Zoro, I don't want to hear it nor speak of it. So if you'll excuse me..." the blond said as he physically turned away from Zoro's old friend to move away, away anywhere. But Blake reached out and took hold of Sanji's arm, firm but not yet hurting.

Sanji's body jerked to a halt and almost viciously turned on the one who prevented his will. Blake stared back at the blond with a deadly serious aura. He said nothing, just absorbed the pain, anger, despair... all of the past from Sanji's glare. And no sooner, he let go. He let go leaving Sanji with more or less, he didn't know.

This time it was Blake who turned away, not once looking back at the blond and soon enough disappeared behind a corner. Sanji wanted to shout, to cry and scream, to beat, to... breathe. But his chest remained tight and his knuckles white around the strap of his bag.

He needed a fucking cigarette.

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Fuck. He was going fucking mad and he didn't know why. Sanji stood at his locker, staring at all the notes he found with little hearts and smiley faces on them. They were all letters of support and friendship, a complete 270 degree spin from where he had left off not too long ago. Was he in some alternate dimension where he and Zoro had been praised for their love? This was a goddamn mind fuck. Yeah, he was relieved that no one was harassing him on his first day back to hell, but... it just wasn't what his mind was ready for and it left him with a bad taste in his mouth.

Now of course not everyone was giving him such happy, smiley faces. There were the big, testosterone soaked guys that felt no different than they had back months ago. But today none spoke to him, shoved him, tripped him; the worst he got were a few glares from afar, and that was it. He felt like laughing, but it was the mad sort of laugh and he really didn't think that'd be the best thing at the moment.

And then came lunch. He hadn't spoken to Zoro all day, he had seen the green haired boy once and it was the back of his head dissolving behind a corner. Whether Zoro had seen him and fled or not, he didn't know. And if he would be glad or upset about either was also up for grabs. Dammit, was he really ready for this?

Sanji walked into the lunch room, alone, and took a quick glance around to see if he could spot the one and only Zoro in the crowd. Nope, he was nowhere to be seen. The blond sighed a sigh he didn't know he was prepared to hold and took a seat at... at their spot. So their spot was kept empty still? Sanji smiled just a little and took a glance over at his seat, the only green one in the entire cafeteria. His eyes widened slightly to see it occupied and slowly looked up at the face of the one who had taken it.

"Zoro..."

Zoro leaned his elbow on the table and stared straight at Sanji, his eyes unmoving and stubborn. It had taken the swordsman a long time to approach Sanji, he had seem him multiple times that day and each time ended in failure for Operation Talk to Sanji. But he had a long time to think about what he was going to do, say, whatever and yet he was still not entirely sure what all that was going to be. He just knew he had to do this, he had to do it now rather than never or the decaying of their relationship was inevitable.

"Sanji I..." What was he going to say? He's sorry? Does that fucking line ever work anyway? It sounds stupid in his head and his tongue was surely to detest the words even more. "Sanji I don't know what I need to do," he said honestly, "but what I do know is that I fucking love you and I won't let you go no matter how shitty the support beneath us gets. And I..." Zoro stopped, the finger on his lips freezing his tongue.

"I... I know," the other said, his eyes staring at the stain on the table where Zoro had accidentally smashed his pen, his only pen, and all the ink had gotten everywhere. He had gotten so made at the marimo. The blond smiled at the memory. "I'm just..." He looked away from the table and dropped his finger, his attention up at the girls now standing over them with smiles on their faces.

"H-hi Sanji-kun," one of the girls said, Amy, her eyes so genuinely kind. "Do you mind if we sit with you guys at lunch today?"

Sanji just stared at her for a moment, his mouth slightly open. But just before it got awkward, he twisted his lips into a grin and motioned for them to take a seat. "Of course, we'd love your company." The girls all smiled back even wider and grabbed a few seats on the other side of the table. He didn't know what it was, but just then, right then he realized something so vital to him and yet it was so simple. He, no they were going to be OK. Everything was going to be just fine and that one streetlamp over his head was just a foreshadow.

He turned back to Zoro, looking the other boy directly through the eyes and chuckled slightly. Zoro tried not to look so confused and laughed awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. Both of the boys knew they needed to still talk about what they were going to have to do about their situation, but for the moment they just smiled and enjoyed each others company. It was a fantastic start towards recovery, and it was thanks partially towards their kind peers and their support. Maybe life was beautiful.

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