Yays! Second chapter:3 these updates just keep coming thick and fast, huh? Please R&R! thank you very much!

Oh, and I forgot to mention this before… One Piece doesn't belong to me, but to Mr. Eiichiro Oda! (unfortunately…) XD

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You Gotta Get It!

Chapter 2: The Lesson

It was almost mid morning.

"Ow! Dammit, Usopp, stop treading of my feet!"

Muttering, Sanji limped off to stop the music. Usopp sighed. It was good of Sanji to teach him how to dance, but he was beginning to feel that tonight's party would be the most humiliating experience of his life.

He turned around to see Sanji move towards him from across the deck, the band on the record player again whining into action. The whole charade was now thoroughly getting on Sanji's nerves. He placed his hand on Usopp's waist, and held his other hand.

"Right. Waltz."

Usopp blinked, and as Sanji moved forwards he stumbled backwards, and every time he tried to get into it, he ended up clashing with Sanji's own steps and pressing down on the blonde man's foot with a resounding crunch. He let go of Usopp, slapping his forehead with exasperation.

"Jeez! What's so wrong with being a wallflower, anyway! At least it means I won't be in so much pain!"

Usopp felt himself bristling with anger.

"Well, I can't quite see how you expect me to learn by just saying 'waltz'! I'm not gonna know how to damn dance if the only thing I know is its name!"

The two of them stood there in irritated silence, glaring at each other. Usopp had a ferocious look set on his face, and Sanji's eye had a malevolent glint in it, still watering from the pain of Usopp treading on his toes.

At that moment, Zoro wandered past. He snorted at the sight of the two men.

"Hey, Twinkletoes! Learn how to cha-cha yet?"

Sanji turned towards the swordsman slowly, his teeth set and bared.

"Up yours, cabbage-head."

Zoro backed away slightly, the memory of the incident earlier that morning still fresh in his mind. Instead, he snorted again, and made his way off down the deck, laughing loudly when he was at a safe distance. This was the last straw for Sanji. Letting out a bellowed string of swearwords and insults, he looked around desperately for something to throw at the green-haired swordsman. Usopp, thinking that it was probably about time to intervene, grabbed the arm of the cook, who was about to launch his shoe at the back of Zoro's head.

"Let go, dammit! I might not be as expert as you, but I'm a pretty good shot when it comes to it!"

"Look. You can either waste the afternoon trying to kill Zoro with a shoe, or you can teach me how to dance."

Sanji turned back to look at Usopp. The long nosed pirate's face was set in seriousness, his eyes gazing at him, wide and imploring. Sanji let down his arm slowly. It was strange- looking at Usopp's face, it felt like something inside him was… melting. He lowered his arm completely.

"Yeah…right, right…"

Sanji hopped along to put his shoe back on, and then restarted the music. He spun round, and walked towards the middle of the deck, quickly but elegantly, his movements smooth and graceful, as if he were part of the music. Watching him as he came closer, Usopp felt his heartbeat quicken. He tensed up, wondering why he had begun to feel so strange all of a sudden. When Sanji held him, it was different. Hand on the other's waist, their free hands clasped together, he began to feel the other man's closeness- a new, warm rhythm, pressed against his chest.

"Waltz."

Usopp opened his mouth to protest, but Sanji jerked him closer, talking over the top of him.

"Don't think about anything. Don't think about anyone. Just forget. Because now, it's just me, and you, and the music."

Usopp's mouth continued to hang open, even though he no longer had anything to say. They started off tentatively, Sanji moving forward, and Usopp, like magic, responding to the moves perfectly. He began to laugh nervously, amazed at his newfound talent.

"L-l-look, Sanji! I-I-I'm doing it! I'm actually dancing!"

Sanji, taken aback by the crack shot's delight, smiled, a warm emotion swelling in his heart, spreading through his entire body. Suddenly feeling rather out of character, he let go, moving hurriedly over to the record player. Usopp, now completely and utterly exhilarated, leapt up and down.

"Let's do something better! More difficult! Come on, Sanji, I can take it! The Great Captain Usopp-sama will be the world's greatest dancer!"

The record began to play out something quicker, more intricate. Usopp stopped in mid-celebration.

"Uh…maybe not, Sanji… it sounds way to hard."

Sanji rolled his eyes.

"It's the tango. There's nothing to it, once you get the idea. Just…think about what I said before."

Usopp still felt skeptical.

"Eeh…I don't know…"

"C'mon, you've gotta get it!"

Usopp let out a nervous breath, and then moved forward. In a split second, he found himself seized in the crook of the chef's arm, doing what he could only assume was the tango. After marching up and down the deck several times, the music finally came to a crescendo, and Usopp found himself flung backwards, hanging precariously beneath Sanji. The dance had gone so quickly, but now this moment- this moment seemed to last for hours. In that time, he noticed how strong Sanji's grip was, his arm wrapped around his waste tightly, his fingers digging into his side. Their free hands were still clasped, and as Sanji urged Usopp into the position where his back was arched over his arm, his head nearly touching the floor, their hands, pressed together, were the only, strangely burning sensation he felt- fingers intertwined, clinging to each other, not wanting to let go. Usopp realized what it must have been like to be Zoro that morning. His face immediately went crimson, feeling Sanji's hot breath playing across his face. Suddenly, he felt the chef's arm slip from beneath him, and, panicking, he threw his arms around his neck. Sanji pulled them both back into the standing position. Both were rather breathless. It gradually dawned on Usopp that his arms were still tightly wrapped around the cook's neck. He gulped, slowing turning to face him, his nose just touching the end of Sanji's.

"Um …"

Usopp flinched with embarrassment and quickly brought his arms back to his own sides. He thought about apologizing, but his mouth was dry and words seemed to be lodged in his throat. He looked up, and felt a thrill of excitement as he saw Sanji smiling, lighting a cigarette. The blonde took a long drag and exhaled contentedly, all the time grinning at the sharpshooter.

"You know what?"

Usopp's eyes grew wide and expectant.

"What!"

Sanji took another puff.

"I think you're ready to party."

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Yo ho! Another chapter up and running! XD I don't know if this was as good as the first, but I tried my best, all the same! Wow, when I read this, it looks like I really hate Zoro. But I don't. I love him! X3 sorry, zoro fans! And poop, I've just realised that that 'moment' was just the same as the first chapters 'moment'. Aaagh… oh well. Chapter 3 will be along shortly, peeps!