Winners and Losers

Zoro stood sweating and panting on the deck of the Going Merry. He had been practicing. His usual routine of slashing the air with his three swords. It was through hard practice and perseverance that Zoro got the way he was. It was Zoro's countless practice sessions and working out that Zoro perfected his body. He had toned and worked on every muscle until he was what he wanted to be, strong. Zoro had prided himself in his muscular toned body.

It was night now everyone should have been asleep. "You're not going to get any stronger, you know." It was a voice from a dark corner. Zoro without a doubt knew who it was.

Zoro turned to the face the dark corner and Sanji emerged from the shadows. The cook who calmly smoked his cigarette and his usual smirk played across his lips. "What do you want?" Zoro growled in a low voice. His narrow eyed stare examining the good for nothing cook.

"You heard me. You're not going to get any stronger. I bet I could beat you any day." Sanji announced smugly. That was what annoyed Zoro the most about that idiot cook, the way he looked down on Zoro.

Zoro laughed at his statement. "Do you really think you can beat me cook?" Zoro asked dangerously. He pulled out his swords and was ready to fight anyone or anything.

Sanji just stared boringly at his swords and shook his head. "How can we arm wrestle if your still playing with your swords." Sanji went to a nearby table and took a seat.

"Arm wrestle?" Zoro stared dumbly at the blonde. Shrugging the swordsman put any his swords and took the seat across from Sanji. "I thought you didn't want anyone to harm you precious hands. When I'm done with you I bet that you won't be able to move them anymore."

A twinkle appeared in Sanji's eyes. He didn't reply he just smiled cunningly and placed his elbow on the smooth wooden table. There was no way that the stupid cook would win. It would have been obvious to anyone that even though the lean cook was strong that he wouldn't be able to beat Zoro's muscle bound body. Confidently Zoro placed his hand in Sanji's. It was just what he expected. The cook's hands were soft and smooth, not like his rough and callous hands. There was no chance that Sanji would win.

Sanji stared down at his hand that was in Zoro's. "Ready. Set. Go." Suddenly as the blonde said go he leaned in and kissed Zoro. The swordsman was taken back by the action and instantly forgot about the arm wrestling. With one swift movement Sanji slammed Zoro's hand onto the wooden table. "I told you I could bet you any day." Sanji exclaimed slyly.

Zoro was still in shock with what happen. When he finally recovered he stared angrily at the cook. "I demand a rematch."

The blonde cook just shrugged and placed his arm on the table again. Zoro placed his hand in Sanji's. "Ready. Set..." This time as Sanji said set Zoro leaned in and kissed Sanji. Then he slammed the cook's hand into the table. "I won this time." Zoro announced as he leaned back in his chair.

Shock was in Sanji's face as he stared at Zoro. "You cheated. I didn't even say go."

"You cheated first." He announced with a frown.

Sanji quickly calmed himself and redeemed his composure. "Why don't we say we both won." Sanji stared at Zoro and smirked as he placed his arm on the table for a third time. "So you up for another round?"