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A One Piece Twist

Chapter Ten

Sanji slept wonderfully that night. Whether it was from the day befores crazy adventure that tired him out, or it was because of the fact that he had had some pretty shitty nights recently, he couldn't say, but he had slept deeply that night, and woke up refreshed.

He shifted his head against the warm pillow under him, and buried his face into it, feeling the heat seep into his cold nose. But this pillow was extremely hard... He tried to fluff it up in his content, and sleepy state, but it was rock hard...and IT MOVED!

The blonde's eye shot open and he saw that his 'pillow' was actually the marimo's leg. He gasped a strangled "Geaah!", and sat up quickly into a sitting position, FAR away from the plant head and his damned leg.

Zoro snuffled in his sleep, and his mossy head lulled to the side Sanji was on, giving the blond a good look at his face.

Sanji cringed. Zoro looked awful. Angry burn marks covered his tan skin, and bruises that had formed overnight littered his body, their color a nasty slue of purples, greens, yellows, and browns.

Bags hung under his closed eyes, and as he blinked his good eye sleepily open, Sanji could see the largely dilated pupil.

The cooks face must've been flushed, and his expression one of embarrassed horror, because the bruised and battered swordsman gave him a half smirk.

"You having curly dreams again, curly cook?" He asked with a yawn.

"N-no!" He stuttered out, not really strengthening his case. He fixed his blond hair over his eye, and sat at the edge of the couch cushions.

"Oi, you know what time it is?" The marimo asked, sitting up and winching slightly.

The cook shook his head. "Nope," was his intelligent reply.

"GOOOOOD MORININ', BROS!" an eccentric voice shouted from the now open door.

Sanji smiled, tiredly, turning toward the voice. "Good morning to you too, Franky." He greeted.

The blue haired mechanic grinned, and walked over to the fridge, slinging a dirty towel around his neck and whistling as he went.

Sanji watched the tall man a brief moment before asking, "Hey, Franky? What time is it?"

Franky took a cola from the fridge, and popped the top before taking a huge gulp.

"Eh, around 10 o'clock, I'd say. If you dudes want me to wash your clothes while you go take a shower or something, its tootally cool. Mi casa es su casa," the burly man grinned.

Sanji found himself nodding eagerly. Oh, hell yes, he'd take a shower! The blond cook all but ran into the bathroom, shedding his clothes in his haste to get under the hot, and steamy water of a good shower.

Sanji enjoyed every second of his shower. The water felt so good on his back, and legs, he found himself sighing in pleasure many times. When he got out, he found a stack of oversized, but clean clothes, on the shelf by the sink.

Sanji was padding out of the bathroom, drying his hair, when he heard the voices of Franky and Zoro.

"So, Curly- bro your boyfriend?"

Sanji heart left in his chest, and he heard Zoro sputter in surprise. The blonde knew it was a dick move to eavesdrop on someone's personal conversations, but he couldn't help himself, wanting to hear Zoro's reply.

"No! I just met the bastard less than a week ago!" There was a pause, then, "Why did you ask that, anyway?!"

Franky let out a knowing laugh. Sanji was sweating now. Shit, shit, shit! Franky had probably seen him cuddling Zoro's leg!

The cook figured that this was an excellent time to step in.

He stepped around the corner, and scowled, giving nothing away. "Your turn, Moss brain."

He watched as Zoro stood, a slight blush on his cheeks, and stretched is bruised body before walking past Sanji to step into the bathroom. A moment later Zoro's dirty, soot stenched clothes were thrown into Sanji's hands.

"What am I? Your fucking maid?!" He screeched loudly, trying to imprint on Franky that Zoro and him were most definitely NOT a couple.

He sighed in irritation when he heard a muffled grunt, and then turned back to his host. He gave Franky an apologetic smile as he handed over the two bundles of clothes.

"Thanks so much, again, Franky," the blonde reiterated, and began to bite his lower lip, a bad habit he developed when he didn't have a cigarette to smoke.

The bluenette smiled. "Hey, no problem, Curly- bro! Always happy to help someone in need!" He then took the clothes and went off to put them into the washer.

Sanji self-consciously adjusted the sweat pants that were several inches too long in 3 sizes too big, tightening the draw strings as much as he could. Next he carefully rewrapped his hands, taking fresh bandages from the first aid kit Franky instucted was in the cabinet next to him.

When he done, and he turned back around, he yelped in surprise to find Zoro standing there with just a towel around his waist, his tan skin dripping with water.

"Oi!" Sanji exclaimed, "Put some damn clothes on, plant head!" He was blushing like mad, and it struck him that he was always telling the marimo to put his clothes on.

Zoro scowled at him, and walked over to the couch and sat down on the plush leather.

"Unfortunately for you, cook, I have no clothes to put on," he jeered, baiting Sanji.

"Then ask Franky, you twit! I'm sure he doesn't want to see a half naked moss ball in his home or on his couch!" Argued Sanji, although the tightening in his pants wanted to argue back other wise

Zoro rolled his eye at the blond's theatrics, and angered Sanji even more. He was glaring hard at the marimo when Franky came back in, looking a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, green - bro. Looks like you'll have to wait for your clothes as is. I get so caught up in my work sometimes, that I don't come home for days. My laundry is... Well, basically, non existent. Curly- bro's got the last of my clothes." He said sheepishly, running his big hands nervously through his high blue hair.

Sanji looked down at himself, and at the clothes that hung loosely on his frame.

"None at all?!" Zorro asked in disbelief, echoing Sanji's feelings.

Franky wiped his face with the towel around his neck again, and sighed. "Yep. Sorry, bro. But don't worry!" He assured. "Your clothes will be done in no time at all. I've done a super good job at suping up the machines!"

Sanji watched Zoro put his bruised face in his hands.

"Do you at least have any underwear?' He asked through his fingers.

Sanji wanted to tell Zoro that you couldn't just ask for someone's underwear, but he knew that his words would be ignored, so he bit his tongue.

Franky shook his head in apology. "Nope, sorry."

Zoro sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "Che. Whatever, so no problem Franky."

Franky nodded, his face still guilty, "Well, I gotta get back to work, bros, so I'll come back later when the clothes are done to give you guys a lift home."

Sanji and Zoro nodded, and then Franky left, cola, tattoos, and all.

The cook watched as Zoro shift uncomfortably on the couch, hissing quietly in pain at the use of every muscle. Sanji rolled his eye, and shoved an unsuspecting moss head on his stomach.

He yelped in surprise, and growled at Sanji, "What the fuck, shit cook?!"

"Shut your yap!" Complained Sanji, and straddled the swordsman's hips.

He felt Zoro start to wigg out underneath him, but the blond gave him a good smack on the head to make him still. While dazed, Sanji began his administrations.

He used his thumbs to move up Zoro's spine, rubbing out to his ribs and back again. The blond heard Zoro moan in contentment, and his body turned to putty under Sanji's touch. The cook continued to massage the marimo's tan back, working at the tired and tight muscles with skilled hands. After he was done with the back, he moved to the shoulders where he noticed the older man held most of his tension.

The green eyed man groaned low and deep with pleasure as Sanji's hands stroked, and kneeded his hard muscles. In truth, it took everything in Sanji not to grow hard at the other man's moans and groans. He found himself rocking on top of the swordsman, and was trying to convince himself it was to help with the massage's rhythm, and had nothing to do with wanting to see how far he could push the marimo before he cracked.

He was now working his long fingers up Zoro's neck now, and was threading them through his hair, gently messaging his scalp. Zoro gasped under neath him, and Sanji could feel him trembling as the blond slid his hands down the man's wet back and started to massage right above the older man's ass. Sanji wish he could say he stopped at this point, but the lower he went, the more grunts and groans Zoro made. The noises were addictive, but Sanji found the

self control that had been deep in his soul and pulled it to the surface, stopping his hands before he started to practically grope Zoro's ass.

Reluctantly he stood, glad that Franky's baggy pants hid his half hard state from Zoro. The said man still lay face down on the couch for another moment before composing himself and sitting up.

Sanji noted the man's glazed eye, dark and captivating.

He gave the marimo a satisfied smirk. "Feel good, seaweed brain?"

Zoro nodded lazily, leaning back against the couch. "You've got a magic touch, shit cook. Maybe your calling is being a masseuse. " he waggled his eyebrows at that, and grinned when Sanji blushed.

Sanji grumbled some profanties about what he thought Zoro's calling was, and the stomped his way in to the kitchen as red as a fire truck. He attacked the food he decided to cook with vigor, making sure that even after they had gone, Franky had some lunch boxes to take with him on the road. He worked quickly and carefully, mindful of his bandaged hands. And by the time he was done, Franky was back, and had in hand Sanji and Zoro's clothes.

The cook smiled, and washed his hands gently before taking his clothes from Franky and heading to the bathroom. He was soon back in his clothes, and Zoro was soon changed too. As much as they both appreciated the blue haired man's hospitallity, the two were eager to hit the road and get home as soon as possible. They walked out to Franky's car, and Sanji saw that the man had put up the roof of the car, its white cover looking nice in contrast to the electric blue.

Franky laughed as Sanji said so out loud as the trio climbed into Franky's car. Sanji was still feeling nervous, though. Franky noticed this and called him out on it.

"I'm just... uncomfortable around vehicles in general," he explained, and what he did as a result of not taking his breaks every fifteen minutes. Franky took it all in stride, and assured the blond he would accept it.

Sanji was relieved, at least for a little while, and was okay until they reached the ten minute mark. It was then his heart started to throbb, and he felt the slick sweat on his palms. Only a few more minutes passed until he was begging Franky to pull over.

He felt so pathetic, looking so weak infront of the two strong men. The cook was bent over, trying to still his shaking limbs and racing pulse, but was fully aware that the two men were looking at each other with concern.

"It's okay, guys." He assured them as he got back into the car. "It's a thing that developed when I was younger. I've tried to break it, trust me." He laughed shakily. "Whew. Okay I'm good. Sorry." He appologized, hanging his head before Franky resumed driving.

Franky just grunted, but Zoro was still looking at him strangely.

"What?" He snapped, heat rising his face, and his defensive walls went up.

Zoro continued to look at him, then asked, "What was your dad like?"

Sanji's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What?" Zoro was now asking defensively. "It's a perfectly normal question!"

Sanji just shook his head. He had been sure that the marimo had been about to tease or laugh at him for his car phobia. The guy was down right, and damn confusing.

"Uh.. well, Zeff was a shitty old bastard." Sanji said fondly. "A real pain in the ass, too." He toke out the wallet from his pant pocket, and pulled out a faded and worn photo graph. He held it out to Zoro, making sure the man had a grip on it lest it flew out the open window of the vehicle. That would totally be just his luck.

Zoro took the picture carefully, and examined it. His face cracked into grin. He looked back at Sanji, and handed the paper back to him.

"He looks like he gave you hell," the moss head said.

Sanji nodded, looking at the photo before slipping it back in his wallet.

"Yeah. The old geezer taught me everything that he knew about cooking and fighting, actually. The shitty old man gave his life to his dreams, and gave it up for me." He added a little bitterly.

Zoro was silent for a moment. "I like his 'stache. Must've taken a helluva lota mustache wax to keep it nice, though."

A bark of laughter escaped Sanji. "Yeah," he admitted, smiling. "Yeah, it did. I remember that once, as a punishment, the old fart made me brush, braid, and wax his damn mustache. It took at least two fucking hours, swear to God."

It was amazing how easily talking about Zeff came to Sanji when he was talking about him to Zoro. He seemed genuinely curious about the old man, and even Franky chimed in a question or two, and he had both men laughing at some of the stories he told them about himself as a child with Zeff as his father.

He was so distracted, he hadn't even realized how much timed had passed with him talking until Franky stopped for gas at a tiny, privately owned gas station. He was startled to under stand that over an hour had passed as he recalled his stories of Zeff to Zoro and Franky. Over an hour he hadn't even noticed go by, and four panic stops that came and went unnoticed as well.

He was stunned. That was only the second time that had happened to him; the first being the day before when he had arguing with was thankful, and slightly disturbed, but at least they would get home quicker.

Sanji was smoking a cigarette while Franky went to piss before they hit the road, and found himself studying Zoro once again. The moss head was chatting to the owner of the store, Sanji could remember his name, and his lovely daughter Conis. Zoro rubbed the backof his neck, a blush tingeing the tips of his ears. He laughed as the response to a remark the store owner made. Sanji decided that he liked the moss heads laugh.

Wait- he liked something about Zoro?! 'Pft! Impossible!' Sanji chidded himself.

He liked it when the plant head was quiet, he liked it when he was away from Sanji. The said blond shook his head, puffing strongly on his smoke, and blowing out huge puffs in irritation. Finally he saw Franky come out of the bathroom, and stomped out his cigarette, before joining him. Sanji thanked the owners profusely, bending into a deep bow, and kissed the fair maiden Conis' s hand, and then they were off on the road again.

Time seemed to pass slower this time, probably, Sanji acknowledged, becuase of the fact he hadn't even said a word to either Zoro or Franky. He had no idea what to say, but he kept glancing over at Zoro. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something As he stared out his door's window.

"What are you thinking about, plant brain?" He asked before he could stop himself. DAMN IT ALL! He scolded himself. 'I thought it was agreed no more questions?!' He asked his traitorous brain.

"My sister." Zoro replied honestly and simply.

Sanji's eye widened at his confession, and was surprised when he continued.

"Yesterday was her death day." The other man's voice was soft. So soft that Sanji strained to hear it.

Sanji suddenly felt horrible. Actually he felt like an ass. That was why Zoro had been so resigned and quiet the day before. He was mourning, and Sanji had to go ahead and give him shit because he had miffed at a stupid store closing. Zoro probably thought Sanji was an inconsiderate ass-hat, with no courtesy. He sunk lower into his seat with each passing second.

"Oh." He said quietly.

Zoro just grunted and continued to stare out the window. Soon they had to stop to let Sanji shake off the anxiety in his limbs, but they made it back to Sky Island well before dinner time. As they pulled up the drive way, Franky shut off his GPS, and turned down the rock music he had blaring.

After parking the car, all three of them got out of the car. Sanji was walking swiflty up to the door when Ussop rounded the corner.

"Hey, Ussop!" He greeted, "Sorry about the-" he stopped when he saw Ussop turn as white a sheet.

"G-g-g-" he stuttered as he looked between Sanji and Zoro.

"...Ussop?" Sanji asked, confused, and took another step toward the long nosed man.

"GHOSTS!" the man shrieked, and ran towars the main house.

"What the hell?" Zoro asked beside him.

"Yeah, bro," Franky asked, perching his sunglasses ontop of his hair. "What was that about?"

Sanji was at a loss for words. "Your guess is as good as mine," he finally said, and made his way toward the main house, going through the dining room's french double doors.

As soon as he opened the door, he was leapt upon.

"Agh-!" He yelped as he feel to the floor.

"SANJI!" A collective cry rang out followed by "ZORO! "

Sanji sat up and found Shanks and Chopper around his waist.

'Sanji," Shanks was sobbing, "Iamsogladthatyouaresafe!"

"Of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?"

Chopper was looking up at him with his big brown eyes. " The news has been covering the accident all morning! And when you didn't call we thought- Oh, Sanii, I'm so happy you're not hurt. Zoro either!"

Sanji then realized that he DIDN'T call. He had been so exhausted after yesterday, that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

He hugged the two people around his waist, and stood when they released him from their hold. As he straightened, he met the gaze of Mihawk.

He opened his mouth to explain, and by the time he was done, the man's eyes were dark with anger. It was scary, but Sanji didn't understand why the man was exchanging a look with Zoro, who in turn just nodded. His yellow eyes then flicked to Franky, who was awkwardly standing in the doorway.

"And who is this?" The raven asked, gesturing toward the tall, blue haired man.

Sanji gestured Franky forward. "This is Franky, everybody. This is the man that took care of me and Zoro." He introduced proudly.

Franky blushed deeply, and laughed. "It wasn't that big of a deal," he argued humbly.

By now everyone had assembled in the dining room were the trio had entered. Even Ussop was back to his normal self, wailing and throwing himself at Sanji. Luffy was clapping Zoro on the back, excitedly asking about the details of his 'adventure'.

Sanji watched as Shanks went up to Franky and gave him a one armed hug.

"It's good to meet you Franky!" He laughed. "Please, as a thank you, stay for dinner. In fact, please stay the night. In fact I insist. On the house!"

The group cheered, and Franky was stuttering out an excuse, when one more persin burst through the double french doors.

"Sanji!" Robin smiled, rushing to hug him.

"My, dear mellorine~!" Sanji noddled as he was crushed into Robin's ample chest, and sqeezed him there.

Nami, who had arrived with Luffy, was next to hug him. He was liable to pass out from blood loss if this kept up, he decided. He clasped Brook in a hug as well. The whole group was together again, as it should be.

As he sat around the table that night with his family and new friends, he knew that there was no place then right there with them that he would rather be.

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