N/A: Ok screw everything I said about the whole cutting down on SanjiXZoro stories. I just can't help myself...maybe it's because they are actually my favorite one piece pairing (Was it obvious?). But don't worry I'll still write ZXL and SXL stories.

The Language of Love

People who are in love show their care and affection for each other in numerous ways. First we have the act of giving gifts such as the usual candy, stuffed animals, jewelry and the most traditional flowers. Then there is the archaic use of language such as "I will always be there for you", "You're the only one for me", and the all-time favorite "I will love you forever." Lastly there are the common acts of endearment such as holding hands, hugging, and of course kissing. These acts are carried out and practiced by millions of normal couples. But we have to keep in mind that Sanji and Zoro are anything but normal.

The green haired swordsman felt the tension built up in his muscles, the sweat slowly form above his brow, and the unusual rabbit paced beating of his heart. Why the heck was he so nervous? Maybe it was because for some strange and unexplainable reason he had decided to show the idiot cook how much he meant to him.

He sighed as he nervously stood behind the kitchen door. He raised his hand to the doorknob and with the utmost feeling of reluctance twisted the doorknob and stepped into the kitchen. Inside the blond cook had just finished washing the dishes; he was now sitting on a chair smoking his usual cigarette.

"Do you need something?" Sanji asked as he lifted his eyebrow at Zoro.

Zoro opened his mouth to say something but nothing seemed to find its way out. Instead he took his hand out from behind his back and showed the cook what he had been hiding.

"If you came here to kill me you should at least surprised me instead of marching out right in front of me." Sanji exclaimed calmly as he stared at the shiny switchblade in Zoro's hand.

"I'm not here to murder you. It's…it's for you…" Zoro explained as he kept his eyes on the floor avoiding Sanji's quizzical stares. He reached out and placed it in the blond's hands.

"For me?" Sanji repeated as he blinked and stared down at the switchblade.

"Yeah, it's for you but don't think that it means that I like you or anything. I mean don't expect me to start saying things like You're the only one for me or I will always be there for you." Zoro retorted finally returning to his rough insensitive nature.

"Of course not. You're a heartless bastard that can't express any feelings of love even if he tried." Sanji exclaimed solemnly as he nodded in agreement.

"Damn right…I mean what? I can express my feelings of love if I wanted to." Zoro expressed angrily.

"Yeah well then do it now, express yourself." Sanji replied calmly.

"Fine...then Sanji I think that you're a wonderful person despite the smug and egotistical mask that you wear everyday. I never told you this but I actually like your soft golden yellow hair and that curly eyebrow of yours. Even though we spent most of our time arguing and trying to kill each other I secretly treasure the time I spend with you." Zoro announced triumphantly.

"You say that…but how do I know you mean it? Prove it…" Sanji exclaimed serenely.

"Fine…you don't believe me?" With that Zoro grabbed Sanji by the tie and brought him into a passionate kiss.

As I said anything but normal.