A Cowards Heart: A Meal for Two
Description: Sanji makes a meal he's sure will make Nami love him, so how come he ends up sharing it with Zorro? A sweet Sanji/Zorro fic. Comments encouraged!
Disclaimer: Fan fiction means it is done by a fan-not by the actual owner. This is fan fiction.
Sanji spun out of the kitchen with a silly grin. " Namii! I have a special treat for you!" He noticed the deck was deserted except for Zorro. He felt a twinge of panic and pushed it down.
"Hey-Where is Nami?" Sanji said with a barely detectable edge to his voice. Zorro looked up from the ocean.
"She and the rest went to town for the night. Sorry. You seem to be out of luck." Sanji didn't bother to hid his disappointment at Zorros words.
"Oh." Zorro felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have sent everyone especially Nami away. Well Okay he didn't exactly send them away but he felt responsible. Plus the cook didn't seem to notice him at all. He considered starting one of their fights to ease the feeling and be brought back to the front of the blonds' thoughts.
"Hey." Zorro looked deadly serious and walked over. "What's with the sad face? Do you not think I can't recognize what you have to offer? I can get hungry too." Sanji suppressed the urge to step back and instead took out a cigarette and put in his mouth.
"Well..If you think you can appreciate my work that is good. If you are hungry for it that is even better." He put down the platter in front of Zorro on the table they kept on deck and slunk to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine.
Zorro worried for a second. "Hey cook! Where are you going?" Sanji waved his hand without turning around.
"Getting some wine." Replied the cook as he waltzed into the kitchen.
Zorro looked at the platter. This was much fancier than normal. Had he intended to really just share this with Nami? Zorro felt the pang of guilt again. Wait..if he made it to share with Nami why did he give it up so easily? Could Sanji start to have acknowledged what he and the fortuneteller were speaking? Zorro had a feeling his favorite cook would run away from any such thoughts. He wondered dejectedly if there was anything he could do to help.
Sanji looked out the window at Zorro and sighed. The way the swordsman studied his culinary handiwork he knew that he'd notice this meal was special. Damn him! Sanji grabbed the shitty wine; this was Zorro after all not Nami. He'd be eating with just Zorro! His hand slipped on the bottle and it headed for the floor as he continued his thoughts. Why did Zorro get to him so much? Out of all the crew he felt the most connected to the three sword fighter. He noticed him and was constantly aware of how his presence annoyed him. He was angry at how he felt. There was no reason to feel this way. He shouldn't care, that would make more sense. He was sure Zorro didn't care.
Sanji noticed the rouge bottle of wine on its way to the floor and fluidly moved his leg to kick the bottle gently up to his hand. His frustration at the moment though betrayed his skill and his foot connected with enough force to shatter concrete. The bottle exploded on contact and hundreds of shards of sharp glass burst through the cabin. The shock and sudden pain sent Sanji to the floor.
Zorro turned at the strange noise in the kitchen. It sounded as if it wanted to be a crash but didn't make it. The cook never dropped anything unless he was distracted and even then only by Luffy. He was alone. Also there was no stream of cursing. Zorro ran to the door of the kitchen. The look of the kitchen made him blanch. It looked as if Sanji was dead and impaled on the floor as glass shards, red wine and a patches of blood filled were scattered throughout the room.
"Sanji!" Zorro cried and started to head in.
"NO! You idiot! Don't come in!" Zorro stopped mid step.
"Sanji! You're alive!" sighed Zorro in relief.
"Sorry, I am having some trouble with the wine..I'll be there in a moment." Sanji moved to get up but he became aware of an increasing dizziness. He must have gotten a serious cut some where. Oh well he needed to go get it fixed.
"Idiot! I'm coming in to get you! You're obviously injured!" Zorro started in the room again but not before Sanji cut him off."
"The kitchen doesn't want you to enter, stupid. I'm coming.just wait for me."
Zorro looked down and saw hundreds of slivers of glass sticking ominously out of the floor like needles. There was no way to avid them. Absently he wondered what had happened in here but dismissed it, it wasn't important. Zorro reached around his arm and took his headband off and secured it tightly around his head. Sanjis eyes open wide. He wasn't sure what this meant but he only did this when he got serious.
"What..what are you doing?" Sanji called from the floor. Zorro smiled and let the question hang in the air. No he couldn't! Sanji inhaled sharply as Zorro entered stepping on the obvious glass. Zorro inhaled too but as the trickle of blood started he lifted his foot again and took another direct sep toward the cook.
"You idiot!" cried Sanji. "Get out of here!"
"Is this all, Sanji?! I couldn't call myself your partner if I let just broken glass keep us apart. Glass is nothing! I'd feel 1000 times worse if I let you stay there to suffer alone." The look of determination in Zorros eyes as he kept forward momentum toward the cook was something that reminded Sanji of that time when just after meeting Zorro that the fighter fought with that Eagle eye guy. Zorro was so stubborn he always took the shortest path to what he wanted even if that was filled with pain.
Sanji began to feel very woozy and had a feeling he'd pass out soon. It occurred to the cook that out of the crew Zorro would be the only one to do this. Nami, Choppa, Uosopp, they would panic and get Luffy. Luffy would whip his hand in and fling Sanji painfully on the deck. If Zorro were there he would stop Luffy. Sanji could see it in his mind. Zorro would stop Luffy and do the exact thing he was doing now. Then again, if Zorro hadn't been around, he wouldn't have been in this position. He would have laughed at the thought if he felt more up to it.
He closed his eyes as he felt the strong arms pick him up gently. It felt really nice to lean against him. He frowned though as he heard the sounds of Zorros bloody feet trail back toward the door.
"Idiot. You're getting blood all over my kitchen. Why did you come get me?" Sanji whispered.
"Because a cook I know once said, " Food is best eaten warm and with company." And I am inclined to agree. Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it later." Sanji couldn't help but sob.
"You'd better not dare. You'd just mess it up mo.." Zorro felt the cook fall unconscious and hurried out to treat him right away.
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A note here, a few days ago I dropped my soap dish in the shower and let's just say how amazed I was how many cuts I received on my feet. I thought Sanjis injury was plausible before but now I am damn certain. If a tiny soap dish can cause so much agony I'm sure a smashed wine bottle is a lot worse.
Description: Sanji makes a meal he's sure will make Nami love him, so how come he ends up sharing it with Zorro? A sweet Sanji/Zorro fic. Comments encouraged!
Disclaimer: Fan fiction means it is done by a fan-not by the actual owner. This is fan fiction.
Sanji spun out of the kitchen with a silly grin. " Namii! I have a special treat for you!" He noticed the deck was deserted except for Zorro. He felt a twinge of panic and pushed it down.
"Hey-Where is Nami?" Sanji said with a barely detectable edge to his voice. Zorro looked up from the ocean.
"She and the rest went to town for the night. Sorry. You seem to be out of luck." Sanji didn't bother to hid his disappointment at Zorros words.
"Oh." Zorro felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have sent everyone especially Nami away. Well Okay he didn't exactly send them away but he felt responsible. Plus the cook didn't seem to notice him at all. He considered starting one of their fights to ease the feeling and be brought back to the front of the blonds' thoughts.
"Hey." Zorro looked deadly serious and walked over. "What's with the sad face? Do you not think I can't recognize what you have to offer? I can get hungry too." Sanji suppressed the urge to step back and instead took out a cigarette and put in his mouth.
"Well..If you think you can appreciate my work that is good. If you are hungry for it that is even better." He put down the platter in front of Zorro on the table they kept on deck and slunk to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine.
Zorro worried for a second. "Hey cook! Where are you going?" Sanji waved his hand without turning around.
"Getting some wine." Replied the cook as he waltzed into the kitchen.
Zorro looked at the platter. This was much fancier than normal. Had he intended to really just share this with Nami? Zorro felt the pang of guilt again. Wait..if he made it to share with Nami why did he give it up so easily? Could Sanji start to have acknowledged what he and the fortuneteller were speaking? Zorro had a feeling his favorite cook would run away from any such thoughts. He wondered dejectedly if there was anything he could do to help.
Sanji looked out the window at Zorro and sighed. The way the swordsman studied his culinary handiwork he knew that he'd notice this meal was special. Damn him! Sanji grabbed the shitty wine; this was Zorro after all not Nami. He'd be eating with just Zorro! His hand slipped on the bottle and it headed for the floor as he continued his thoughts. Why did Zorro get to him so much? Out of all the crew he felt the most connected to the three sword fighter. He noticed him and was constantly aware of how his presence annoyed him. He was angry at how he felt. There was no reason to feel this way. He shouldn't care, that would make more sense. He was sure Zorro didn't care.
Sanji noticed the rouge bottle of wine on its way to the floor and fluidly moved his leg to kick the bottle gently up to his hand. His frustration at the moment though betrayed his skill and his foot connected with enough force to shatter concrete. The bottle exploded on contact and hundreds of shards of sharp glass burst through the cabin. The shock and sudden pain sent Sanji to the floor.
Zorro turned at the strange noise in the kitchen. It sounded as if it wanted to be a crash but didn't make it. The cook never dropped anything unless he was distracted and even then only by Luffy. He was alone. Also there was no stream of cursing. Zorro ran to the door of the kitchen. The look of the kitchen made him blanch. It looked as if Sanji was dead and impaled on the floor as glass shards, red wine and a patches of blood filled were scattered throughout the room.
"Sanji!" Zorro cried and started to head in.
"NO! You idiot! Don't come in!" Zorro stopped mid step.
"Sanji! You're alive!" sighed Zorro in relief.
"Sorry, I am having some trouble with the wine..I'll be there in a moment." Sanji moved to get up but he became aware of an increasing dizziness. He must have gotten a serious cut some where. Oh well he needed to go get it fixed.
"Idiot! I'm coming in to get you! You're obviously injured!" Zorro started in the room again but not before Sanji cut him off."
"The kitchen doesn't want you to enter, stupid. I'm coming.just wait for me."
Zorro looked down and saw hundreds of slivers of glass sticking ominously out of the floor like needles. There was no way to avid them. Absently he wondered what had happened in here but dismissed it, it wasn't important. Zorro reached around his arm and took his headband off and secured it tightly around his head. Sanjis eyes open wide. He wasn't sure what this meant but he only did this when he got serious.
"What..what are you doing?" Sanji called from the floor. Zorro smiled and let the question hang in the air. No he couldn't! Sanji inhaled sharply as Zorro entered stepping on the obvious glass. Zorro inhaled too but as the trickle of blood started he lifted his foot again and took another direct sep toward the cook.
"You idiot!" cried Sanji. "Get out of here!"
"Is this all, Sanji?! I couldn't call myself your partner if I let just broken glass keep us apart. Glass is nothing! I'd feel 1000 times worse if I let you stay there to suffer alone." The look of determination in Zorros eyes as he kept forward momentum toward the cook was something that reminded Sanji of that time when just after meeting Zorro that the fighter fought with that Eagle eye guy. Zorro was so stubborn he always took the shortest path to what he wanted even if that was filled with pain.
Sanji began to feel very woozy and had a feeling he'd pass out soon. It occurred to the cook that out of the crew Zorro would be the only one to do this. Nami, Choppa, Uosopp, they would panic and get Luffy. Luffy would whip his hand in and fling Sanji painfully on the deck. If Zorro were there he would stop Luffy. Sanji could see it in his mind. Zorro would stop Luffy and do the exact thing he was doing now. Then again, if Zorro hadn't been around, he wouldn't have been in this position. He would have laughed at the thought if he felt more up to it.
He closed his eyes as he felt the strong arms pick him up gently. It felt really nice to lean against him. He frowned though as he heard the sounds of Zorros bloody feet trail back toward the door.
"Idiot. You're getting blood all over my kitchen. Why did you come get me?" Sanji whispered.
"Because a cook I know once said, " Food is best eaten warm and with company." And I am inclined to agree. Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it later." Sanji couldn't help but sob.
"You'd better not dare. You'd just mess it up mo.." Zorro felt the cook fall unconscious and hurried out to treat him right away.
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A note here, a few days ago I dropped my soap dish in the shower and let's just say how amazed I was how many cuts I received on my feet. I thought Sanjis injury was plausible before but now I am damn certain. If a tiny soap dish can cause so much agony I'm sure a smashed wine bottle is a lot worse.
