Turn About is Fair Play
Giant puffs of white floated lazily across a forget-me-not sky, granting the earth temporary shade as they flickered past the sun. A calm spring breeze carried the smell of late blooming flowers and freshly cut grass into market, and seeds, carried by white parasols of fluff, became the winds contented passengers. The markets patrons buzzed happily with one another, trading pleasantries and tall-tales to while away the time. All in all, it was a peaceful, beautiful, picturesque day- Zoro yawned -and all he wanted to was take a nap.
How he had been convinced to pass up the perfect opportunity for an uninterrupted nap he still couldn't figure out. Everyone had jumped at the opportunity to vacate the ship to explore the sleepy little island, so Zoro had offered- without actually saying anything -to stay behind. Apparently Nami had other ideas on how the he should spend his afternoon, regrettably not involving sleep. Sanji had, of course, jumped to defend the navigator's decision, kicking the swordsman overboard and halfway to town.
And so now here he was. Holding bag after bag of items he could not care less about, as none of them contained either booze or food, waiting for Nami to finish her latest shopping spree. Speaking of the orange-haired devil spawn... Zoro pivoted his head to locate the current thorn in his side, and found Nami standing under the awning of a store, only a few feet away, hand clasped to her mouth as she attempted to hold back a fit of giggles. Robin, who was standing to Nami's left, was staring in the same direction, a look of controlled amusement dressing her face.
"What the hell is so funny?" Zoro growled, coming to stand at Nami's right.
The ability to form coherent sentences seemed to vacate the navigator at this point. The harder she tried to answer the swordsman's question, the more vicious her laughter became, finally incapacitating he all together as she fell to her knees.
"It seems," said Robin after a moment, "that cook-san is getting a taste of his own medicine." And rasing a slender finger, she pointed beyond the navigator's hysterical form to reveal the cook's location.
Sanji, the one and only love-cook, worshiper of all women, able to turn into a living noodle just at the sight of womanly curves, seemed to have bitten off more than he could chew. The look of furious concentration furrowed his brow as a love-tipsy redhead hung shamelessly off his shoulder. Valiantly attempting to finish his checklist, the process was being hampered considerably as the woman kept making attempts to capture his lips.
To anyone watching, it was quite obvious that Sanji did not want the woman's company. But, the blonde's inability to ever suggest to a woman that her company was unwelcome won out against his aggravation. So he granted her painful smiles, and nodded at the appropriate times, all the while attempting to keep the physical contact to a minimum.
Zoro looked to the sky. Surely the meteorite would come crashing down anytime now, because this had to be the signal for the end of the world. After all his professions of undying love made to women around the world, Sanji was actually turning down the affections of a woman. However, Zoro thought back, as much as the cook flitted over women, none had ever fallen for his love sick routine. In fact, it seemed to keep them all at arms length...
"I-I guess," Nami chuckled, getting to her feet, "s-someone should go help him." She sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
For a second, none of them could find the strength in their legs to move, and could only look on as the cook gently pulled the woman away from his face.
"I got it." Zoro said upon finding his voice, setting down the shopping bags and heading towards the blonde.
"Exercise restraint swordsman-san, she's only a girl after all." Robin called at Zoro's retreating back.
Zoro raised a hand in acknowledgment, an almost devilish smile plastered to his face.
"...but I think that I'd have to say Tuesday is my favorite day, because no one ever chooses Tuesday... and could you imagine being a day of the week that nobody liked? I think it'd just be horrible but you know people-" The clingy redhead droned, embracing the very ruffled cook from behind.
Zoro paused to wonder what type of conversation had lead to this mundane topic. Sanji somehow managed to smile at the still chattering dimwit, while prying her arm away from his torso.
"Hey there lover." was all the warning the cook received, before Zoro caught hold of the blonde's tie, and pulled him forward into a bruising kiss.
Zoro could make out a gasped oh from the redhead, and the full gale on Nami's laughter as he pulled away from the chef.
Full caught off-guard, Sanji fell back the second the kissed ended. The redhead blushed furiously and quickly made her way down to the furthest corner of the market. Fully satisfied that his rescue plan had worked, Zoro walked back to the shopping bags, while Sanji issued a stream of insults to the swordsman's back.
And for once, Zoro was okay with missing a nap.
V: It's amazing what total boredom can do for one's creative drive. :)