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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Cheers and shouts could be heard a block away from the restaurant, All Blue. Guests who had come expecting to have a full and hearty meal were turned away at the door. All there was at the front of the restaurant was a chalkboard instead of the usual friendly host. Apparently there was a private function being held at the restaurant. A message had been left on the chalkboard and it read, 'Private function being held today. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.'
Regular guests who had happened to walk by smiled and continued on their journey. They knew what this important day was that needed the restaurant to be closed. They had seen their favourite cook fussing about and getting nervous of the function. Knowing they would be updated on the happenings on this day on their next visit, they moved on searching for another dining place.
Guests who had come unknowingly left crestfallen and disappointed, vowing to visit again tomorrow. However they were curious as to what event was this important that the whole restaurant had been booked. Thinking that there might be a celebrity inside or an A-list celebrity function happening, they peered into the restaurant through the curtains on the door. What they saw was however just a very elaborate birthday celebration. The restaurant had been decorated with colourful streamers and balloons but the colours green and blue seem to abundant compared to the other colours. Sitting at the middle of the table was a tanned man with a very exotic hair colour. Someone must have said something to have brought that pink tinge to his face. Has to have something to do with the blonde sitting beside him as he too was blushing. This looked just like a birthday gathering amongst friends. Disappointed even further, they walked away from the restaurant, hungry and with no celebrity sighting to boast about.
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
And everyone raised their glasses of champagne wishing the birthday boy a joyous day!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZORO!" A raven haired boy pounced onto the birthday boy, grabbing him on the shoulders.
"Thanks, Luffy." Zoro said smiling and ruffled the younger boy's hair.
"Ne, Zoro has Sanji-kun given his gift to you yet?" As Nami asked over the table.
"Nope." Zoro turned to look as his blonde lover, accusingly.
Luffy was already in his seat awaiting the dinner Sanji has prepared when he said, "Is Sanji just going give you sex as a gift, Zoro?"
"WHAT?" The lovers said in unison. Sanji spitting out the champagne he had been drinking. The others just laughed at the idea and reaction of the couple.
"Lu, who gave you that idea?" Sanji asked although he had a good idea who and started to death-stare at the freckled man sitting at the other end of the table. Ace sensing the stare just shrugged and ignored the lovers going back into a dreamy daze with his own lover.
All their friends were gathered at Sanji's restaurant to celebrate Zoro's birthday. Zoro had asked Ace to invite Marco as well. Ace was over the moon with the invitation. The freckled man had just told their friends a few days ago when they were at the Portgas brothers' place. He had gotten the same reaction from everyone as when Zoro and Sanji had first come out. Everyone was shocked at first but were accepting. That's how they were, accepting and like a family. Nakama was the word Luffy used. Ace and Marco have been inseparable ever since. Marco soon became a close friend amongst the group.
The staff of the restaurant had been asked to take this day off, so the whole restaurant was just them.
"That's what Ace and Marco are always doing. It's noisy and neighbours are complaining. Though I get food whenever they are done." Luffy said as he watched the food coming out of the kitchen and started to drool.
An obvious pink tinge had appeared on Zoro's face and he tried to hide that fact by drinking more champagne. He also made a mental note to slice Ace up the next time he gets.
"Ugh! Stupid Ace! Lu, stop listening to your brother. And for your information, I did get Marimo here a gift." The blonde cook buried his head in his hands. He couldn't believe what he was hearing coming out of Luffy's mouth. He too made a mental note to give Ace a good hard kick to the balls.
Luffy had already forgotten the conversation and had moved on to the food. Sighing, Sanji turned to look at his birthday boy who by now was still drinking the champagne non stop.
"Oie Marimo, stop drinking like a thirsty camel. Going to need you sober for the ride home."
"Che. I don't get drunk, love-cook. You should know that. And it's my birthday I get to do anything I want." Zoro closing the gap between them before whispering into Sanji's ear, "that means in the bedroom too, ero-cook."
When they were alone or can't be heard by others, Zoro was always braver. Very much unlike the green haired man who had just blushed when Luffy mentioned sex. Whenever he can't be heard, Zoro loved whispering what he wants to do to the cook then or when they were home.
The blonde cook on instinct pulled his head back ready to kick his lover but was stopped when Chopper and Usopp walked over.
"Happy birthday Zoro! We got this for you!" As Chopper handed Zoro a box wrapped in green and had blue ribbons.
"Thanks Chopper!" The swordsman noted that the box was kind of heavy to be clothing.
"Asshole. Thanking me won't make me happy." The young doctor was as always cursing yet blushing at the same time.
"Kaya picked it out. She had better taste in these things." Usopp added.
"You guys mind me opening it now?"
"Nah, go ahead!"
And Zoro tore the wrapper into pieces and started smiling when he saw the gift.
"Thank you!" And he grabbed the young boys into a tight hug. Peering over his lover's shoulder, Sanji saw that the boys had given Zoro a bottle of liquor. The green haired swordsman could out-drink everyone in their group, except for Nami who could drink as must as he could. Giving liquor to him was like giving Sanji a new set of kitchen knives.
Sanji sat there looking at his incredibly happy lover hugging the two boys, almost suffocating them and smiled. He made the right choice in convincing that Zoro wear that outfit today. The green haired man was wearing his rare 3 piece suit he only wore on occasions. They did have their usual argument. The green haired swordsman refusing to wear it, stating that he wanted to be comfortable and it's his freaking birthday so he could do whatever he wanted. The blonde cook refused to let him out of the house in just a plain white tee and jeans had insisted he wore that suit. They had fought over who was going to decide. Several kicks and broken furniture later, Zoro emerged from the house wearing a nice white button down shirt, a black jacket and his black pants. He even put on a black skinny tie without much of a fight, to Sanji's amusement. Although Zoro did insist that Sanji had cheated, he wore what he was told. The cook, however, didn't think that tickling and kissing was considered a cheat. The end product of their little fight was a surprisingly handsome Zoro.
Dinner went on without much disturbance. The food was as usual, exceptionally delicious. Sanji had planned the menu for weeks, making sure to include all of Zoro's favourite dishes. Which was quite a difficult task to prepare, as Zoro's favourite dishes were always the simplest and usually had rice or meat in it. Onigiri, lasagna, risotto to name a few. The blonde cook nearly tore all of his hair out trying to plan the menu. But seeing his lover and friends enjoying the meal now kind of made everything worth it, until someone had to ruin the moment again.
"It's good, cook!" A smiling green haired man turned to see his lover, his mouth stuffed with rice balls.
"Che, who do you think was cooking, mossbrain." But he still placed a light kiss on Zoro's forehead.
"Hey Zoro-bro, happy birthday! This is SUPER!" Franky walked over, surprisingly in a pants, with Robin by his side.
"Happy birthday swordsman-san." Robin smiled sweetly, but Zoro was doubtful to what was in the wrapped up box she handed to him. Who knew what ran in that woman's mind.
"Ugh. Thanks, I suppose. Robin should I be worried about this?" Zoro asked pointing to the box. Although the two have worked together for almost three years now and Zoro did consider Robin as one of his closest friends, he never knew what she had on her mind, especially so when she was smiling like that.
"No, swordsman-san. You shouldn't. It's a gift from Franky and myself."
"Yea, Zoro-bro! The gift is SUPER! Robin picked it out. She said you'll love it!"
"Stupid Marimo. Don't be so accusing of lovely Robin-chwan and thank her properly! Don't you have any manners?" The blonde cook had smacked the back of Zoro's head several times.
"Oie. Stop it, love-cook. Fine fine. Thank you for the gift." And Zoro opened the gift, still suspicious. Opening the box, Zoro pulled out a thick green cloth. Recognising it, Zoro smiled and immediately took his jacket off to try it on.
"Geez, thanks Robin." The green haired man said as he twist and turn checking the fit.
"You're more than welcome swordsman-san. Did you think I'll be getting you another leopard print?" Robin said knowingly.
Remembering what Robin was talking about, Zoro blushed.
"What's that, Marimo?"
"It's a haramaki. Its sort of like a belly warmer. But in ancient Japan haramaki was actually an armour for soldiers." Zoro informed his lover excitedly.
"Belly warmer? Are you serious, mosshead? Are you like, fifty or something? Ha ha." Sanji couldn't stop laughing and he was starting to tear from all the laughs.
"What, love-cook? It's nice and comfy and I can tuck my swords at the side."
"Fine fine. As long as you like it, Marimo. The colour even matches your hair."
"Thanks again Robin." Zoro gave one of his closest friends a hug and thanked Franky as well.
"This is so SUPER!" By this time, Franky was already crying buckets of tears. For what reason, it was still unknown.
The blonde cook stood to go get the birthday cake, hoping to get it without any interference from a certain rubbery monkey boy. He had spent the whole of yesterday preparing and perfecting the cake. It wasn't a huge cake but he wanted to decorate the cake himself, so it took longer than he had expected. Proud and happy with his final product, Sanji placed the cake onto a silver trolley and pushed it out through the kitchen doors.
Once he entered the restaurant, he slowed his pace and tried to stop Luffy from attacking the cake. All eyes were on the cake, everyone smiled and Zoro was shocked. The cake was a mixture of blue and green. On top of the cake had three little swords, all made to resemble Zoro's own three at home. Sanji had spent the most time making those. It was a pain to make such tiny swords. The swordsman had smiling seeing those, and Sanji's heart just flipped seeing that smile.
It was all worth it.
Before he could actually get the cake to the center of the restaurant, Zoro had walked over to his side with a smile so wide it had melted his heart again and again. Sanji stopped pushing when his lover pulled his arm into a hug and kissed him full on the lips. Relaxing into the hug, Sanji kissed back.
"Wohoo! Get a room you two!" Came the distinct voice of Ace.
"Stop doing that! We want to eat cake!" And that would be Luffy.
*Wolf whistle.
Breaking away from the kiss, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, mosshead. Now to cut the cake or Luffy is going to eat it whole."
"Ha ha. We should probably do that."
"YEAH! CAKE!" And Luffy was bouncing towards the table.
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At the end of the party, Zoro has received gifts from everyone except the cook. After bidding everyone goodbye, Zoro grabbed his blonde and asked for his gift.
"Are you going to do what Luffy said, ero-cook?"
"No. I said I got you a gift, baka-Marimo. Weren't you listening?"
"Where is it then? In here?" Zoro pulled and tugged at Sanji's trousers. Patting his pockets and slipping into them.
"No! Marimo, stop that. It's back home. Now get your hands out so that we can leave already."
Zoro rode home with lightening speed, curious about his gift.
"Anxious, aren't we?" Sanji was answered with a grunt as he opened the door. Going in straight to the bedroom, Sanji got the box out from the wardrobe and gave it to Zoro.
"Here, mosshead. Happy birthday!"
"Thanks love-cook. Now to the main event."
"What? You're not even going to open it?"
"Nah. I'm going to like it anyway, even if I don't you'll make me love it. So why bother. I'm waiting for some other forms of gifts."
"Baka-Marimo. That's the only gift. Open it!"
"Che. But I get to do whatever I want later and you'll have to do so too."
"Che." Sanji said lighting his cigarette.
Unwrapping the box, Zoro realised the cook had gotten him a new leather jacket. The leather jacket was black and had his name personalised at the breast pocket in green. Trying it on he found it to be a perfect fit. His cook was excellent at picking clothes for him.
"You like?"
"Yea, thanks. Now for you to listen."
"Che."
Zoro had walked into the bedroom and came out holding on to a very suspicious piece of cloth.
"Marimo, what the hell is that? I thought I got rid of that in Japan?"
"Ugh, you didn't. So now you got to model it for me again."
"Like hell I would, idiot."
"Che. It's my birthday, so you'll just have to do it." Zoro smiled evilly.
"You've been keeping it all this while so that you could force me to wear it again tonight, haven't you? Perverted Marimo."
"Can't help it. You look irresistible in it." Zoro eyed his lover hungrily as the blonde started stripping himself of his clothes.
"Ugh." Sanji cursed as he slipped into that tiny leopard print g-string, once again.
"Remind me to thank Ace the next time I see him. This is an awesome gift." Zoro smirked as his blonde stood in front of him in nothing but that tiny piece of cloth. Sanji stood still, arms crossed over his chest, smoking his cigarette.
"Are you done ogling, baka-Marimo?"
"Not yet. I'll have to get a picture for my cellphone." And Zoro took his cellphone out trying to get a picture.
"Don't you dare!" Sanji rushed forward before Zoro could snap a picture.
"How about we move into the bedroom to get that picture?"
"Idiot! Come back here! Stop snapping pictures!" Sanji chased after Zoro. His balls in pain from the tightness of the g-string.
Zoro grabbed onto Sanji just as he ran into the bedroom. Lifting Sanji over his shoulder, Zoro walked towards the bed and tossed Sanji onto the bed.
"Now, that's more like it. Flustered, red and in bed."
"Idiot! Stop taking pictures! I swear I would kick you if it didn't hurt so fucking much."
"Ha ha. You can't stop me." Zoro was laughing so much. Putting his cellphone on the dresser, away from his angry blonde, Zoro joined him bed hugging him and trapping him. Just in case the cook decided to make that threat a truth.
"Thank you, love-cook. Today was great." Kissing his blonde on the forehead he add before falling alseep, "I love you, you know?"
Sanji had stopped struggling, "I love you too, baka-Marimo. Happy birthday."
And the lovers fell asleep, Zoro fully dressed and Sanji in that leopard print g-string.
