Unnecessary Revenge
It was the last fucking straw. Seemed like every time Zoro said anything to the damn love-cook, that abnormal, curly eyebrow quirked at him, like it was taunting him or something. And then to accuse him of being jealous... The swordsman had come to the end of his patience. It was time to show Sanji how stupid it was to mess with the future world's-best-swordsman.Zoro crept silently across the deck of the men's quarters towards his sometimes lover, razor in hand. Time to rid himself of a little problem.
The next morning, Sanji woke up and stumbled to the bathroom, as usual. Silence reigned briefly before a girlish scream erupted, followed by bouts of cursing.
Zoro smiled from where he lay on the top deck at the sound. Mission: Success.
"Holy fuck!" The enraged love-cook roared as he stomped up on deck, clean-shaven brow covered by thin fingers. "You goddamn fucking bastard! What have you done!"
The swordsman stood to wander towards the opposite end of the deck. "Just giving you your just desserts, shithead."
"I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Kill you!"
If the earlier scream hadn't woken the rest of the crew, the proceeding battle on top deck certainly did.
Dinner that night was quite comical, as Sanji had brushed his hair down over both eyes to hide the missing eyebrow. The crew couldn't help but snigger from behind their hands when he was not facing in their direction. As if it would have made a difference; it was quite obvious that he couldn't see much of anything.
Sanji seethed at his clumsiness, but refused to brush the blonde strands from his eyes. He'd be damned if he gave the swordsman the satisfaction- THUD. The cook snarled. That was the eighth time since dinner began that he'd hit his shin on that fucking table leg… The swordsman was going to pay with every hair of his funky green head. Sanji limped over to the counter with a determined gleam in his hidden eyes. Revenge would be sweet.