Sunday Morning
Zoro felt the light shine of the morning sun cast upon his face. He lazily opened one eye to stare out the open window. The dawn was just breaking over the horizon. Zoro closed his eyes again and prepared to go back to sleep when he felt a slight rustle next to him. He opened both his eyes and saw the blonde cook tangled up next to him. It took the swordsman a few moments to remember the last night's events. A small smile spread across the Zoro's face as he remembered, leaned in and lightly hugged the still sleeping Sanji. Zoro sleepily laid in bed and savored the beautiful Sunday morning.
"Zoro. Zoro. Zoro." A distinct voice called for the swordsman.
Zoro looked over and saw that Sanji was awake. The blonde was lying on his side and gazing with a far away look. His head was resting on his palm and his elbow was resting on a pillow. "Zoro. I need to tell you something." Sanji exclaimed flatly.
"Yeah. What is it?" Zoro grunted. He playfully grabbed the blonde by the waist and pulled him closer.
"Stop it." Sanji snapped in a low stern voice as he quickly pulled Zoro's arms from his waist. He quickly got and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared out at the open window with his back to the swordsman. Two small words slipped from his mouth. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly.
Zoro was filled with confusion and panic. "What are you trying to say?" He asked softly as he sat up on his bed. He gazed at the cook's bare back. What was he talking about? What was he sorry about?
"I'm sorry." Sanji repeated softly as he turned and stared at Zoro. His face wore an expression of sadness and eyes were filled with remorse. The blonde leaned forward and lightly kissed the swordsman's cheek. "I can't do this anymore." He whispered softly.
Silently the blonde cook got up from the bed. He quickly made his way to closed door. Zoro sat frozen in shock. He tried to call out Sanji's name but nothing came from his dry throat. All he could do was watch the person that he loved leave him. Sanji gave Zoro one last anguished glance and he left the swordsman.
Zoro painfully buried his head into his hands. What was happening? Why had Sanji left? Could his worst fear really be coming true? Had he just lost the person that meant the most to him?
"Zoro. Zoro. Zoro." A distinct voice called for the swordsman.
Zoro opened his eyes and saw the blonde cook leaning over him. A grin played across the blonde's lips. "Were you having a bad dream, honey?" Sanji teased, but his tone was light and his smile was happy.
Zoro blinked to make sure that he was really awake. Then with a swift movement he placed his hands on Sanji's shoulders and pulled him closer to an embrace. "I dreamt that you left me." He whispered softly in Sanji's ear.
Sanji blinked in surprise at Zoro's sudden burst of affection. Then a small smile spread across Sanji's face. "Didn't I promise you that I'd never leave you?" With that Sanji leaned forward and playfully kissed Zoro on the lips.