A/N: "Six months have passed since Sanji and Zoro have begrudgingly admitted that the accidental telepathic bond that had brought them together has been a good thing. But when Sanji wakes up in the wrong body one morning, Zoro realizes that they have a problem that must be fixed sooner rather than later."

Being my 100th fanfic, I thought what better way to celebrate than to revisit the story that actually got me back into the fanfic world in 2015? Feel free to let me know what you thought, and I hope you enjoy it! 3

"Koe II"

Sequel of Koe

Sanji tilted the vegetables roughly across the pan, expertly shifting it at the end with a small jerk so the vegetables were sent back the way they had come. He was looking for a nice crisp brown crust to go with the already cooked marinated pork waiting to join its veggie friends.

He caught himself yawning. Usually cooking revitalized him, keeping his mind ever working to deliver the best quality dinner to the rest of the crew. Sanji moved slower as he yanked the pan upward again, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit him out of nowhere.

It moved fast, Sanji's hand slipping from the panhandle as his knees went weak, almost dropping him to the floor right there. Like some shadow bearing down on him, it grew heavier with each passing second, Sanji struggling to see past it to find its source.

Behind him and up in the air?

"Zoro, you asshole," Sanji muttered underneath his breath, making sure he turned off the stove burners. Gathering together an immense amount of willpower just as he started to lose consciousness, Sanji shoved back on the link that connected him and Zoro.

It'd been six months since the crew had come back together. He and Zoro had become what could be considered an official couple. While he'd probably never be as talented as Zoro at maintaining the bond between them, Sanji tried to practice as much as he could anyway. Since that involved much touching, which usually led to sex, Zoro was all for it.

The sense of having someone else inside his head had become commonplace. Though he could block Zoro's mind whenever he pleased to preserve a sense of privacy, most of the time Sanji enjoyed having the mental company.

Luckily, the overwhelming sense of tiredness faded, Sanji's usual energy returning.

Too close for comfort. Zoro must have pushed himself too far. Again.

~Oi, Marimo?~ Sanji sent out, not surprised when there was no response. Zoro was probably already unconscious.

"Leave me out of it, idiot," he muttered to himself, returning to the stove to reignite the burners and finish cooking dinner.

Usopp started to move towards the sink to assist Sanji in doing the dishes, as it was his turn on the schedule when Sanji placed a hand on Usopp's shoulder and shook his head.

"You can leave, but Zoro has to stay."

Zoro's head shot up, staring at Sanji in confusion.

~You owe me from earlier.~

His eyes narrowed, but Zoro didn't say anything until the rest of the crew had left the room.

"What the hell, Cook?"

Sanji threw the dishtowel at Zoro, which landed squarely on his shoulder. "Stop pushing yourself so hard. It's not just you who suffers from it, remember?"

Rubbing his neck, Zoro had the grace to look sheepish as he came up next to Sanji. Before they'd gotten involved, Zoro would have merely harumphed and left Sanji to stew in anger.

Now, though, with a few more years of familiarity between them, Zoro said the one word that even now was something of a rarity.

"Sorry."

Sanji's irritation receded, realizing it wasn't only Zoro who'd changed. The old Sanji would have sniped at Zoro out of spite for doing anything that dared disturbed his cooking.

"Fine but block yourself off if you feel like doing it again." Sanji dug his hands into the soapy water he'd drawn earlier, seeking out the stack of plates that rested at the bottom of the sink. He glanced sidelong at Zoro, growing curious. "Is it ever going to be enough for you?"

Zoro tilted his head. "Training? Never. I have a long way to go before I become the best."

"And yet you'll nap for hours at a time," Sanji said with a smirk, handing a plate to Zoro. "Bit of a waste of time, don't you think?"

"I have to keep up with you and Luffy somehow."

The frank statement shut Sanji up, knowing the truth when he heard it. He was just surprised Zoro had readily admitted one of his underlying motives for training.

It was moments like this that Sanji was reminded why he had fallen for Zoro. He was the most stubborn bastard alive, but he was honest to a fault and always went out of his way to help others.

Sanji smiled to himself. "You'll get there, I know it."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Strange as it was, Zoro seemed to mean it too.

Zoro approached the door of what seemed to be a small alpine cabin. Sure enough, lying upon a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire were Sanji and two women. The remnants of a meal were scattered all around the trio. Empty wine glasses, a small block of cheese, and grape twigs.

"Should I be jealous of all the women you dream about?" he asked jokingly, not giving a shit either way. His own dreams were weird enough at times that something as normal as a roll in the sheets was beyond Zoro.

Sanji glanced over his shoulder. "That depends on how insecure you are. It's not technically cheating when they don't really exist, is it?"

Zoro really didn't want to know what they'd been up to before he'd entered Sanji's dream, though the lack of clothing and disheveled hair more than told the tale.

With no thought to his state of undress, Sanji stood up, slowly walking up to Zoro with a smirk. Behind him, the women froze, then faded out of existence altogether.

"You didn't even kiss them goodbye," Zoro said, noticing that despite his activity with the women, Sanji was clearly up for more. It was vaguely distracting.

Putting his head to the side, Sanji narrowed his eyes. "I'd think you'd be pleased with how quickly I paid attention to you, not worrying about dream fragments."

"I suppose it's the hazards of dream jumping, the little details mean a lot."

Sanji glared at him. "Are you calling me heartless?"

"If the shoe fits…"

The sudden appearance of Sanji's clothes wasn't a surprise, nor was the tension that tightened his shoulders as he stepped closer to Zoro, scowling. "I'll make you pay for that insult, asshole."

For as much that had changed between them, they could still aggravate each other with a mere handful of words. In fact, they'd gotten more effective at riling the other up compared to the past.

"Oh, yeah? Bring it, Blondie," Zoro snarled, beginning to reach for his sword when the dream cut out abruptly, leaving the impending fight unfinished.

Zoro opened his eyes in the men's quarters, staring up at the bottom of the bed above him. The start of a headache had him rising a hand to his forehead, hoping that rubbing it a bit would ease the throbbing pain. No such luck there, though.

He stubbornly rolled onto his side, pressing his head further down into the pillow. Maybe if he went back to sleep, the headache would be gone by the time he woke up.

Closing his eyes, Zoro counted down from 100, losing consciousness somewhere around 40-something.

"Zoro."

He stirred, cracking up an eyelid, gradually focusing on the source of the voice. It sounded odd, yet remarkably familiar. "What?"

The headache he'd escaped from came roaring back, making Zoro wince. To make things worse, his throat hurt, and his hands and feet felt tingly for some reason.

~Get the fuck up!~

Ah, so it was Sanji.

Zoro yawned as he sat up, looking at the figure crouched next to the bed. He jerked back instinctively, hitting the back of his head on the wall.

Just when he thought he'd already reached the pinnacle of weirdness the world had to offer, this, this took the cake.

"Yeah, that was about my reaction too," Sanji said, reaching out and helping Zoro to his feet. "Let's go up top before we wake anyone else up."

Not quite believing he was awake yet, Zoro stared in confusion as Sanji dug underneath his bed, retrieving a small white box, then led the way to the main deck. Dawn was breaking, confirming it was far too early for him to be up.

"God, I feel like shit," Zoro muttered under his breath as he leaned over the railing.

Sanji pulled out a cigarette from the carton and handed it to Zoro with a lighter. "It's called withdrawal and it sucks."

Wavering for one moment before the desire to banish his symptoms won out, Zoro took Sanji's offering and in one graceful movement that definitely wasn't his own, lit the cigarette and took a long draw upon it.

The instant the tobacco hit his lungs, what pain had been plaguing his body vanished, bringing with it a deep sense of elation, Zoro's shoulders relaxing. No wonder Sanji couldn't get enough of them.

"Better?"

Zoro drew out his next puff. "Much."

Sanji watched him with a hint of envy in his features before sighing. "So," he stated casually. "How exactly did we end up switching bodies?"

That was what he'd been wondering ever since he saw his own body crouching next to him. To say he'd been shocked was an understatement.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Zoro said, shaking some of the ash off the end of the cigarette into the ocean. "Mihawk never mentioned anything like this."

He reached out and gave the link between them a tug, finding it as strong and stable as ever. Zoro had entered Sanji's mind on occasion but had never gotten stuck before. Unless…

He turned to Sanji. "Have you been experimenting lately?"

Sanji suddenly looked nervous. "A little bit, but not to the extent of kicking you out of your own brain. A short visit is fine, but I wouldn't want to live there."

Zoro felt a little insulted by that. He took great care of his body, more than Sanji did most of the time. At least Zoro didn't poison himself on a regular basis.

Rather than mention it and distract from the main problem, Zoro replied, "Well, it has to be your fault and I don't think I can fix it myself. Not in," Zoro drummed his- no, Sanji's forehead with a finger. "Here."

"Shit."

Rather abruptly, Sanji yawned, looking tired. "I slept who knows how long and yet I'm still exhausted." He side-eyed Zoro. "This is your weird body's fault."

"Like being alert this early is normal," Zoro shot back, the cigarette he'd been nursing almost dead. He was tempted to start another one, but resisted, the habit despite doing his body a world of good, still feeling rather strange.

Sanji chewed on his bottom lip, the fact he didn't pick you on Zoro's implied insult more than telling how heavy his anxiety really was. "What are we going to do? The others will be up soon.

"You have to be me," Sanji said, watching Zoro closely. "Can you even do that?"

Zoro gave it about two seconds of thought before shaking his head. "Nope, we're not hiding it. Way too much work."

"Shame. My part would have been easy. Exercise and sleep."

Zoro scoffed. "You know, I do other things on this ship."

"All right, maybe you're good at one more thing," Sanji conceded with a wink.

"Damn straight."

The rest of the crew hadn't believed them at first, thinking it a big practical joke. At least until Sanji took it upon himself to start cooking a meal without a single misstep without speaking one word.

The large platter of crepes topped with whipped cream and sliced berries smelled heavenly as Sanji placed it on the table with a flourish.

Luffy wasted no time filling his plate, his eyes closing in bliss as he popped a significantly large bite into his mouth.

"So good!" He pointed at Sanji rudely. "It's definitely Sanji."

"But how in the world…?" Usopp muttered, looking between Sanji and Zoro in confusion. "I know the world is weird, but people don't switch bodies like that."

"I don't know, man. Think of everything we've dealt with since boarding the ship. A little mind-swapping seems the least of the problems we've experienced so far," Franky said, beginning to transfer a few crepes onto his plate.

Sanji and Zoro exchanged a look, each thinking the same thing. The cause of the switch only they knew, having kept their mental link a secret.

"So very strange," Robin said, then patted Sanji on the head, the lovesick expression that developed there making Zoro a tad nauseous. That his own face could even do that was downright unnatural.

Chopper had been silent for a while, finally walking up to Zoro and Sanji to ask, "Are either of you in any pain?"

"I'm not," Zoro admitted. "It just feels odd." The cigarette he was smoking was fast beginning to feel natural on his lips.

Sanji shook his head. "Yeah, same."

"And I know it's nothing you ate or drank since everyone else has the same diet." Chopper put a hoof to his chin. "I'll do research on my end, though I think it's likely the issue will resolve on its own. It didn't affect the rest of us so it must be an isolated incident."

Ugh. Zoro hoped they stumbled upon a solution sooner rather than later. He didn't know how long he could take being locked out of his body.

One Week Later…

Zoro sat up on the deck, letting out a yawn. He scratched the back of his neck as he stood up, looking around. It was oddly peaceful, the deck empty of any of his fellow crewmates.

Walking into the kitchen, Zoro was inwardly pleased to see Sanji sitting at the table, poring over a pile of cookbooks.

He glanced over his shoulder, one corner of Sanji's mouth rising. "Well, look who's finally up."

Zoro took a seat across from him, digging into his pocket for a cigarette and lighter. Smoking had become second nature to him by now. "Where's everybody else?"

"Off exploring the island." Sanji scrawled something into a notebook, shortly closing it and the top book that had been open on a medium-sized stack.

That first hit of tobacco never failed to please, Zoro putting his elbows onto the table. "You didn't go with them?"

"We're fine on supplies and I'm sure Luffy will get into trouble somehow."

"I guess…honestly surprised you stayed behind."

A knowing look came over Sanji's face. "I didn't plan to, but everyone else conveniently found something else to do." He paused, seeming exasperated Zoro hadn't picked up on his hint. "They did it on purpose so we could be alone."

"Oh."

Since finding out about their relationship, it wasn't unusual to be paired off in daily activities. Zoro would have found it annoying if he didn't enjoy spending time with him.

It was still odd seeing Sanji without his signature cigarette, his current residence in Zoro's body something he'd gotten used after a few days had passed.

"You've put a lot of time and effort into this body, Zoro, there's no way I'd be rude enough to start a bad habit like smoking while I live in it."

Having fun raffling through my thoughts, are you? Zoro asked, not too bothered by it as he blew out smoke. He had routinely done the same to Sanji when he was first starting out after all.

Sanji smirked. "As much as you bitched and moaned about this ability, it's actually really cool. I never knew how alive the world actually was until now."

"Yeah, well, the novelty wears off fast. Especially if you have no control over how much you hear," Zoro said. It looked like Sanji had been researching something called sous vide, the term meaning nothing to him. "Go try cooking with your senses blown open and see how far you get."

Looking uneasy, Sanji replied, "I've yet to do that."

"Don't," Zoro advised dryly, flashing back to crying carrots and innocent fish who had no idea why they'd dragged aboard the ship. He was glad Mihawk had been patient enough with him to teach full control of the ability.

"All right, I get it. Telepathy bad," Sanji conceded, peering at Zoro for a moment. "You're not doing anything weird with my body when you're alone, are you?"

Zoro couldn't help smiling. He'd been intimately familiar with Sanji's body long before being stuck in it. "You mean, besides smoke copious amounts of cigarettes?"

Sanji crossed his arms, silently waiting for an answer.

"No, at least not anything you wouldn't be doing already anyway."

"Good."

Watching Sanji leave the table to go pour some coffee for himself, Zoro wondered if Sanji might be up for a little fun. He cleared his throat. "By the way, I think I might know a way out of our predicament."

"Yeah?"

Rather than voice his suggestion, Zoro pushed a memory of their last tryst at Sanji when their minds mingled and made the sex all the hotter. Just the fleeting recollection was enough to stir things up down below.

Sanji raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Why is sex always your answer?"

Zoro ground out the cigarette he'd been nursing in an ashtray, then approached Sanji, seeing his eyes darken in irritation. "You denying it wouldn't help?"

Shrugging one shoulder, Sanji let Zoro gently grasp his forearm. "I mean, it's always fun, but…" He raised a heated gaze to Zoro's. "Can you really fuck yourself?"

"With our connection, I already do. The only difference this time is I'd be doing it directly."

"No issue then at all?" Sanji asked, seeming to need confirmation.

"Nope." Zoro realized how vain that sounded and tried to explain it better. "I mean, when we're doing it, it's not just your body I'm engaging with, it's everything else."

Sanji peered at him for a second before smiling. "You trying to say you appreciate me for more than my body?"

Zoro averted his eyes, thinking Sanji knew full well how Zoro felt about him. And vice versa since he knew how Sanji felt about the matter too. "Maybe."

"I think this body-switching thing has affected you more than I thought. Suddenly talking so sweet."

"Consequence of being exposed to your lovesick body," Zoro chided, putting an arm around Sanji's neck. His crewmate was nervous, tension tight in his upper body. "You won't be able to do anything if you don't loosen up."

Sanji sighed. "Little hard to do that when I'm not in my own body."

Veering away from Sanji's mouth at the last second as he leaned forward, Zoro put his lips against Sanji's ear, hearing his breath hitched for a second.

"Don't forget you and I have made a damn art out of relaxation."

Sanji pushed him until they were at eye level with each other, one hand resting on Zoro's upper chest. Seeing his own face shift into a smirk was unreal, as was the wicked glint in his eye.

"All right, I'm willing to play with this. See how it feels on your end."

A thrill went up Zoro's spine, glad the rest of the crew had left the ship. "Oh, yeah?" he questioned with a smile. "Wondering how well you know your own body?"

"Is that a challenge, Greenie?"

"Sure," Zoro confirmed, not at all surprised that it had come back to their old rivalry. "Let's see who comes first, shall we?"

It was Sanji who made the first move as their mouths met softly, his arms going around Zoro's neck, the front of Sanji's body warming up his quickly.

If he closed his eyes, the kiss wasn't much different than usual. There was no scent of tobacco, only the teasing allure of sweat and the last thing Sanji had made for a meal.

The only thing that had changed was that when Zoro opened his mouth further to deepen the kiss, the sensations were marginally different.

Things Sanji did like stimulate the roof of his mouth, or tease him with light touches had changed, Sanji focusing on rolling his tongue, something he couldn't do yet Zoro could.

Nice but weird at the same time.

Zoro's stomach jerked pleasantly when Sanji bit his lower lip lightly. He tried his best to stifle a moan, not wanting to admit how good it felt.

Sanji's eyes were bright in triumph as he leaned back. "Willing to admit I'm getting to you?"

Zoro growled underneath his breath. "You're not."

He pulled Sanji close, going straight for one of his ears. As soon as he licked behind its shell, Sanji's eyes closed, clearly holding himself back. When they were in their proper bodies, Sanji loved exploiting the spot. He shouldn't have expected any less from Zoro.

He probed a little harder against Sanji's ear with his tongue, adding a slight edge of teeth. Zoro also brought up a hand under Sanji's shirt and teased one of his nipples, rolling it between two fingers. He was gratified when Sanji groaned, extending one hand to rest on Zoro's shoulder in a tight grip.

"Problem?" Zoro asked, knowing Sanji's knees had to be weak from the stimulation. His usually were at that point.

Sanji grinned as he unzipped Zoro's pants, quickly pressing his hand against the skin of his belly, and sliding it down until his fingertips were gently gripping Zoro's cock. "No."

Zoro shuddered. "W-Wai-"

He moaned when Sanji's fingers dipped even lower, gently caressing the soft skin below his cock. In Zoro's own body, he hated having the area touched, but Sanji's was different. The jolt of pleasure had gone straight to his head, their challenge momentarily forgotten as he stepped closer to Sanji.

Sanji obliged him as he went down to his knees. He lowered Zoro's underwear and jeans down to his knees so he could take the head of Zoro's cock in his mouth.

The hot silken heat was a shock to his system, Zoro's placing his hands atop Sanji's shoulders, groaning his appreciation for the usual enthusiasm Sanji put into things.

Though he was the more experienced of the two, Zoro had caught up fast, putting things on a more or less even playing field. Still, that didn't mean Zoro didn't think Sanji was still better at certain activities.

~Appreciate that,~ Sanji said mentally, dragging his mouth from Zoro's cock to the skin beneath it, the hot then cold sensations among the suction Sanji added causing Zoro to tremble, one of the hands he'd been resting on Sanji fisting his shirt, panting freely.

"Not…fair," Zoro grunted, the tension in his stomach growing tighter, reluctant to admit that he might be close to finishing already. Especially if Sanji kept paying attention to areas that normally went ignored in his own body.

Sanji rolled his eyes up to watch Zoro as he angled his head backward, the hot touch of a tongue suddenly probing his backside making Zoro start. Sanji thrust it upward and the bliss that shot his body was immense, his thoughts suddenly hard to keep together.

It was a prelude for what was to come, Zoro cursing when his body abruptly gave out on him, fire burning throughout his nerves all-encompassing. His vision blacked out for one moment and Zoro had to lock his knees to avoid falling completely.

His breath wild, Zoro watched as Sanji sat back on his haunches, looking oh so satisfied. Despite being irritated Sanji had won the challenge, Zoro found he didn't mind too much.

"This is your weird body's fault," Zoro accused. "I'd have won in more familiar territory."

Sanji got to his feet. "I'm sure."

~I love the fact you trust me so much.~

The thought stopped Zoro short as he shucked the rest of his clothes. It was true Sanji was the sole person who could torture him so much and get away with it.

Reminded of how far they'd come from their first meeting, Zoro grabbed Sanji's collar, hauling him close. "Don't let it go to your head."

Sanji smirked, bringing Zoro's hand to his crotch where he could feel a familiar hardness straining the material. "Too late."

Zoro couldn't help chuckling. "Perv."

"Hey now."

"Just shut up and fuck me properly, Blondie."

Sanji cheekily saluted him. "Gladly."

"Slowly open up the link," Zoro said, a little out of breath as he laid on his back before Sanji, his face flushed. Little wonder with the prep they'd been doing seconds before. "We won't last long if you blow it wide open."

Sanji nodded, willing to listen to the advice. He'd only briefly exposed himself up to the environment, the experience quite unlike anything he had ever gone through. Everything had had a voice, animals, people, even inanimate objects.

When Zoro had first told him about the ability during their little island getaway a few years ago, Sanji had doubted telepathy could really be that bad, but having had firsthand experience, he knew better now.

In his mind's eye, as Sanji knelt in front of Zoro, his hands going to the undersides of Zoro's knees, he caught a glimpse of the link that stretched between them. It was pliable, Sanji pushing it, surprised when he could feel another heartbeat alongside his own.

He was kneeling, yet on his back, adrenaline buzzing in his veins. Zoro's excitement echoing back at Sanji's. His hands shaking in anticipation at what was to come, letting more of their shared awareness leak through, Sanji pressed forward, closing his eyes.

The instant he sank into Zoro, Sanji was nearly overcome with the sensation of filling and being filled at once. How the hell did Zoro do this so easily?

He took a deep breath and shifted his hips back before promptly returning, Zoro moaning beneath him as Sanji ground away, nerves alighting with pleasure with every movement each of them made.

~More,~ Zoro ordered, Sanji opening his eyes in disbelief. Just how greedy was he? Still, he dug his fingers into Zoro's hips, pulling back, drawing out his retreat until Zoro was trembling beneath him, one of his own hands firm on his cock.

Sanji thought he was trying to hasten a climax until he saw how tightly Zoro was gripping himself. It was the other way around. He was trying to prevent finishing off too early.

"You're adorable," Sanji said quietly, the sweet burn of Zoro's fierce denial running alongside the pleasure, making the joint experience between them greater. He surged forward, gleefully adding more fuel to the fire, wondering how much more Zoro could take before he broke.

Zoro panted, his eyes half-lidded. "I…am not."

"Trust me," Sanji replied, sweat running off his brow as his stamina threatened to leave him. "You are no matter what anyone else says."

~Fuck you,~ Zoro bit off.

If this works, you'll get the opportunity shortly.

Words fell away then, thoughts hard to come by in the tremendous sensory experience.

It was hard to tell where he began and Zoro ended, the warmth building in Sanji's chest colliding with the heavy tension that gathered in his gut and further below.

Between one thrust and the next, Sanji lost hold of himself and slipped mentally, one instant pushing himself forward and the next shouting as his own thrust hit home inside himself, a delicious combo of pleasure and near pain consuming him.

Sanji undid the harsh grip he had on the base of his cock and shuddered, his body writhing against Zoro's, harshly gripping Zoro's upper arms, uncaring of the bruises and scratches he left there.

"Shit," Zoro cursed as he was slammed back into his own body, hastily using the full power of the link between them to echo back Sanji's climax, the sensation lengthening for what seemed like forever, but could only be a few minutes time.

It only took one more shift of his hips amidst such a state of bliss to shatter himself, Zoro bowing his head as he moaned low in his throat, a fine tremble overtaking him.

Panting as he finally let go of them metaphysically, Zoro was pliant as Sanji shifted away from him before returning to wrap his arms around Zoro's shoulders, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

Pleasant as it was, Zoro had to break away, shakily muttering, "You're insatiable. I need a break here."

Sanji's eyes were practically devilish. "You sure about that?" He wiggled his hips against Zoro's lower half, making Zoro shiver as a tingle of pleasure flared up again with the small movement.

"You bastard," Zoro said as Sanji grabbed his wrists and pressed them flat against the bed. "Be careful what you wish for, Cook. I'll have you crying to come in no time."

~Promises, promises.~

"Good to be back home?" Zoro asked as he sat in the bathtub, the hot sudsy water soothing various muscles that had gotten quite a workout not twenty minutes ago.

Smoke bellowed out of Sanji's nostrils as he flashed Zoro a smile. "Oh, yeah."

~Though I will miss having control of your ability.~

Zoro shrugged. "Hey, you can get in here anytime you want. But ask me first, okay?"

"I think I'm good." Sanji finished the last of his cigarette, shortly jamming the butt of it in the ashtray resting on the side of the bathtub. "Hey, accidental link or not, I'm happy that I was able to help you deal with your ability back then. It would've been a shame for the world to lose a good swordsman to madness."

By world, had Sanji meant himself? Zoro wondered if that had been the first time Sanji had ever complimented his swordsmanship.

Feeling generous, Zoro slipped in beside Sanji, putting an arm over his shoulders. "Thanks, Sanji."

His full name. Not interrupted, not thought, but spoken aloud as it never had been before and probably never would again.

Zoro savored the look of shock that crossed Sanji's features as he stared at Zoro, his mouth eventually settling into a wide grin, warmth in Sanji's eyes.

~You're welcome, Zoro.~

Yeah, all things considered, he was glad Sanji had been there for him too. Zoro shuddered to think where he would have ended up otherwise.