A/N: Thanks to Maybelady, Kittycooljade, ema670 and babygaaralover for the reviews. I'm glad most of you are shipping the whole SanjiXNami. I was just like "hope I don't get hated for this". Anyways, I am just really happy and wanted you all to know that. Have a headache :'(

Warning: Nami and Sanji getting all kinky with blindfolds and shit. Extremely short chapter. Will try uploading 13 straight after. All depends on the internet


Zoro walked back into the kitchen to find Nami and Sanji lying on the floor. Nami was blindfolded and Sanji was holding a spoon to her lips.

"You like that?" Sanji asked, almost in a whisper voice.

"Hm," Nami said as she chewed on what Sanji had just fed her, "It doesn't taste quite right."

Zoro watched as Sanji removed hair from Nami's face and asked her what was missing. There was a creak and Sanji turned to find Zoro. Not acknowledging his very existence, Sanji faced Nami and brushed his hand against her cheek.

"What was that?" Nami asked as she remained blindfolded.

"What was what Nami dearest?"

"I heard something."

"There is nothing, must have been me when I moved aside a bit," Sanji lied as he mixed the next dessert he had prepared for Nami, "how about this one?"

Nami ate and nodded her head, "It's very close but still doesn't taste like Bellemere's. She was not a chef, so it had some lumps you see."

"Sanji!"

Nami titled her head, "Zoro is that you?"

"There is no one," Sanji said as he shoved another spoonful into Nami's mouth, "It's just the two of us."

Sanji felt Zoro grab hold of him, "Mind if I borrow curly eyebrows for a while."

He walked out the crow's nest, dragging Sanji by the hand. When they were someone private, Sanji released his hand from Zoro's grip and looked at him with what could only be described as annoyance.

"What was that for!?" Sanji growled.

"I should be asking you the same thing!"

"What! Look, Zoro, yes I was interested in a shitty relationship with you, but that was then. I may have thought you looked quite handsome with both eyes-"

"Oh so it was always about looks," Zoro blurted.

"Is this why you dragged me here," Sanji said as he glared at Zoro, looking far from pleased, "For this shitty conversation!"

"I-"

"No you shitty marimo! I don't want to hear any of your shitty comments. You called me by that shitty red haired's name. Do you know how I felt? I felt shitty!"

Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Sanji's quick tongue.

"I know I came up with the shitty idea," he ran his hand through his hair and wettened his lips before continuing. He looked into Zoro's eyes and shook his head a little, "I am to blame. You kissed me because that is how you see me now isn't it? Easy."

He sighed after all his shouting, "I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I have Nami now and she actually treats me like a person, not objectifying me as a shitty means to an end."

Sanji stared at Zoro for a while before letting out a frustrated laugh. He walked out of the room and left Zoro standing there, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. He had known all this, but hearing the words from Sanji himself made it more real –more painful.