A/N:

I hope this is close enough of a "dream sharing" scenario.

Junemel on Chapter 14Wed 11 Mar 2020 03:52PM PDT

This fic is so original! I love the concept of Sanji being Zoro's sword. I was wondering... since they have a telepathic link, does that mean that Sanji can also enter Zoro's dreams?

That would be quite fun if Zoro talked to him in his human form during one of his dreams but didn't recognize him (at least not at first). I'm very curious about Sanji's past and the exact nature of his curse ...

Also, I actually don't know the song. I tried to search for something about shades of blue, and this one seemed like a fine selection. It's called Different Shades of Blue by Joe Bonamassa

Sanji Kitetsu Chapter 26

Zoro is surrounded by the noise of cheerful chatters. A mop of midnight black hair dangles annoyingly over one of his eyes, blocking half of his vision. He tries to raise a hand to move it out of the way, but his hands are busy doing something else. Gutting a giant fish, to be exact. He feels one of his legs kick up to support the upper flap of belly fat, effortlessly making an angle at his hips that should just be impossible. Puffs of smoke escape his mouth from time to time, further obscuring his vision. For a fish this size, one of his usual swords would've been much more efficient, but he's currently working to separate the intestines from the belly wall with a regular sized kitchen knife, singing an unfamiliar tune in a deep low voice that only he can hear through the vibration of his throat.

When you got nothing left to lose
Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true
You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through
The different shades of blue

By the time Zoro realizes that it's not his usual voice, he's back in his bed in the men's dorm staring at the bottom side of Luffy's bunk. The blond jerks up from the bed beside his, breathing heavily as he looks around in the dark. It's strange. Zoro didn't know blades can have nightmares. Then again, he didn't know they can turn into humans either. He watches in silence as the blond takes his morning first dose of blood and heads up to the deck with what's left of the pack of cigarette.

Turns out the first thing the blond did after his smoke was to ask Carmen to lend him the kitchen in his signature creepy way that warranted a head-on attack from the cook. As a result, Zoro is now cleaning his swords in the far corner of the kitchen, where he has a clear side view of the chirpy cursed blade's perfect human form, squeezing freshly cooked rice into onigiri with surprising dexterity. A barely recognizable tune drifts softly from his closed lips.

"... The different shades of blue..."

Zoro catches himself huming along, trying to reconstruct that feeling of deep vibration in the throat. Before long, he realizes that there's only his voice left. He looks up to find the blond glaring at him with a hint of irritation.

"What?"

"I think you're tone deaf."

"Fuck off." He snaps, pulling a light chuckle from the blond, his golden strands bouncing off the light pink skin of his cheek as he shakes his head with glee.

"Where did you learn that song?" Zoro asks.

"Hmm?" The blond's hands pause, seemingly trying to search his memory for an answer. "Must've been from one of my earlier masters, I guess. I've known this song for as long as I can remember."

"So he taught you a song, and you killed the guy afterwards."

"I guess so. Why Marimo, are you worried?"

"As if. You can't even keep yourself alive for half a day when I'm not watching you."

"Says the guy who almost bled himself to death giving blood just a couple days ago."

"Says the guy who got knocked out by an iron pan just this morning."

"I wasn't knocked out. I just ran out of time and turned back into a sword."

"Uh-huh, say that to the bruise on your forehead."

"I have no br-"

"Oh, look who's here." The navigator pushes past the door and saunters into the kitchen.

"Nami-san!" The blond's voice jumps up in pitch. He twirls before floating to the redhead's side. "Would you like warm cup of tea for this chilly afternoon? The snacks will be ready in a minute."

"Tea would be fine, thank you." Nami sends the blond back to the cup cabinet before sitting down in her usual seat and giving Zoro a long cool glance, a faint smile never leaving her face.

Zoro returns a level glare, and she raises an eyebrow at the swordsman while the blond fusses over the teacup.

Watch this. She says with her eyes and leans onto the dinner table in an obvious attempt to accentuate her cleavage.

"Sanji-kun, You can cook too? I didn't know you had so many talents." She drops her voice and bats her lashes the way she did to each of her preys in the past. The effect is instant. The blond almost trips over his own foot.

Nami should know there's no money to be stripped out of this idiot, so why-

That damn witch. She's holding a grudge against Zoro, and she's trying to take it out on the blond. The swordsman seethes.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him." Zoro stands up and sheathes the black sword he was cleaning.

"Relax Zoro, we're just having a friendly conversation." She says, her predatory gaze never leaving the approaching idiot.

"Cut it out, Witch. He doesn't need your-"

The swordsman is sent flying through the wall before he finishes his thought. The forearm raised in front of his face out of reflex burns with pain. He rolls to a stand after hitting the deck and looks back to find the source of the attack through the hole in the wall. He catches glimpse of the blond lowering a raised leg and lighting a cigarette. Nami pulls at one of his sleeves, apparently trying to calm him.

"The fuck was that for? I was trying to protect your sorry ass!"

"Why the fuck would I need your protection?"

"Because you don't know what she's-"

"YOU don't know a THING about ME!" The blond shakes with rage. "About what I WANT and what I NEED! You have NO CLUE, so stop talking like you KNOW!"

His words pierce Zoro's chest like bullets. For a moment the swordsman thinks that he now understands in a small way what Koushirou must have felt as he tried to dissuade Kuina from the path of swordsmanship. All he ever wants is to shield this kid from harm, yet he is somehow always, always missing the mark, always falling short, always seeing the wrong things. He runs a hand over Kuina's sheath and takes a deep breath.

"Tell me." He looks the blond square in the visible eye. "Tell me what you want me to know."

The cursed blade seems to be hesitant for a short moment, and he raises a hand to look over his palm. Then he balls the hand into a fist as the moment passes.

"I'm not in the sharing mood." The blond says dismissively and pulls out the small flask from the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket to take his next dose.

Zoro sees red. With a few short steps and a quick swing of Yuki, the flask splits in half and falls from the blond's hand. Blood spills onto his dark blue suit, staining it black.

The blond gasps loudly and kneels, running two fingers over the rest of the blood that has soaked through the wooden floor board.

"This was YOUR blood." He glares up at the swordsman.

"I'm not in the sharing mood." Zoro parrots in a flat voice and sheathes Yuki.

"GET OUT!" The blond roars, his face twitching involuntarily. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"

Zoro turns and storms out, not bothering to remind him that the kitchen is not his.