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Chapter Five: Dream or Memory?

It had been at least what seemed to be an hour since the doctor had ushered everyone out of the room to treat the cook. Luffy had even stopped complaining about breakfast (A/N: I think the world just ended…lol) and was now sitting on the head figure of the Going Merry watching the water below him. Nami and Robin were in their room. Usopp was…well, who knew/cared?

Zoro was sitting on deck where he usually slept, but he couldn't. He would've been training, but Chopper forbid him. Apparently the wound was worse than he thought, and had just missed a vein. Too much pressure could cut it anyway. It was so stupid! If he was going to be the world's greatest swordsman he couldn't be held back by such a light wound!

He wasn't even sure why he'd saved Sanji anyway. And at the same time he wondered why he hadn't just grabbed the cook's wrist that was holding the knife. Truthfully it was out of fear that he'd switch hands and succeed in his dangerous attempt. Zoro sighed and closed his eyes expecting to just lie there but before he knew it he was asleep.

&Flashback/Dream&

"This soup is shit! We can't serve this to customers, we'll be arrested!"

The young blonde boy growled angrily. "Shut up crap-geezer!" he wanted desperately to hurt the chef but he knew it wasn't worth it, and would cost him dearly. "I did everything you said to! It's your crap-recipe, not me!"

BANG!

Chef Zeff kicked the boy hard across the face with his pegleg, causing him to stumble backwards. His vision blurred slightly as his head came in contact with the wall behind him but he refused to cry out. He slid down the wall into a sitting position rubbing his head.

"Stand up!" demanded Zeff. "I didn't hit you that hard, stupid baby eggplant!"

Sanji scrambled to his feet glaring but said nothing. He was used to cruel treatment, nothing less.

"Try harder next time." The chef said, his calm manner returning.

"Gomen…" Sanji muttered gazing at the floor. "I'll do better."

&End Flashback/Dream 1&

&Flashback/Dream 2& (A/N: This one hasan OC in it. And warning: he has a weird french accent. Idk y, I was bored. lol)

"No Sanji-chan, stay een bed!" commanded one of the cooks. "You's burning vith fever, kid!"

Truly the boy did feel a bit weaker than usual, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle (or so he thought). He pushed the older cook's hand away from his forehead and slowly stood up. "I'm fine, Sasuke." He lied though his head was throbbing and his stomach felt queasy.

Sasuke sighed worriedly. "Sanji-chan, you's buringvith fever, extremely pale, and can barely stand! Stay een bed!"

Sanji shook his head causing himself to feel dizzier. He felt a bitter taste rising in the back of his throat and swallowed hard hoping it would go away. Sasuke worriedly grabbed the boys hand and nearly dragged him to the restroom.

When he was finished he knelt on the floor weakly regaining his breath. The older cook stood behind in case he fell and gently rubbed the boy's back soothingly, hoping it would make him feel better, but he was sure that if he was vomitting he was either seriously ill, or had food poisoning (which was highly unlikely).

"Sanji-chan, will you pleaze stay een bed now?" he asked. "You's ill!"

"Shut up!" growled Sanji. "I make my own decisions! I'm not sick! And I'll prove it!" he got to his feet shakily and ran into the kitchen.

Sasuke sighed. "I'd better go varn (warn) ze Chef…" he knew although Zeff often treated Sanji like crap (haha! I made a joke! Lol) he was trying to teach the boy to be strong. Not to mention Zeff was originally a pirate captain and didn't know anything about raising a kid. Infact no one but Zeff himself and Sanji had any clue as to why'd he'd saved him.

"Chef Zeff-sama!" he called knocking on the chef's door.

"Why aren't you working Sasuke?" he demanded.

"Zeff-sama, Sanji-chan ees seriously eell, but 'e refuses to stay een bed!"

The chef got up and opened up the door to see the cook. "Seriously ill? How so?"

Again Sasuke sighed. "'e's pale as a ghost, burning wiz fever, and coughing up heez 'hole system…"

"Stupid eggplant…" muttered the chef. "I'll be the one to determine if he's ill or not. Sasuke, get back to work."

"Hai sir!" replied the cook running off to join the other cooks.

Sanji had already gotten everythin he need, problem was making it. He was tired already from merely finding ingredients.

"I'll show him…" he mumbled. "I'm not sick." He dragged over a chair and stood on it to turn on the stove, then jumped down and proceeded to carefully cut the vegetables, pausing every few minutes to cough into the crook of his elbow.

"Kuso…" he muttered. "The crap-stove's on too high…" he climbed back onto the chair, but when he checked the stove it was set right.

"N-nani? Th-then…why's it so hot in here?" he swayed dizzily quickly catching himself before he fell. "S-stupid heat…" he growled wiping his brow with his sleeve and staring at it disgusted as he pulled it away. It was soaked in sweat. He moved carefully so that he could turn the stove off, but the heat was overwhelming. Before he could move away from the stove the heat had overpowered him and he collapsed onto the floor bellow him.

"You stupid baby eggplant." The chef grumbled picking the unconcious boy up off the floor. "Look what you've done…" he noticed Sasuke watching worriedly. "Sasuke! Get over here and turn the crap-stove off!"

"Hai sir!" called the cook rushing over and turning the stove off, which now had vegetables burnt onto it. "Chef Zeff-sama, what 'appened to 'eem?" he asked.

"Simple." Replied the chef. "the brat over heated. But you're right, Sasuke. He definitely does have a fever." He glared at the unconcious boy in his arms. "Trying to get yourself killed, bayb eggaplant?" he asked coldly. "You're wasting my time…let's just get you to bed…"

Sanji awoke with a start. "W…where…am I…?" he asked glancing around the room.

Zeff looked up at the sound of the boy's voice. "You're awake, baby eggplant?"

The boy pushed himself into a sitting position. "Shut up…crap-geezer." He growled rubbing his head which had a dull throbbing ache. "Kuso…I…fell…didn't I?"

The chef smirked. "That's what you get for disobeying Sasuke, baby eggplant."

"So…what's wrong with me?" he asked ignoring the chef's comment.

"Well…" sighed Zeff. "I'm not doctor, but the symptoms seem to sybolize…influenza."

"The flu?" demanded Sanji angrily. "I can't have the flu, I have work to do!"

"The only work you'll be doing is getting better, crap-kid." He pushed the boy back down. "Now shut up and go back to sleep."

Sanji struggled against the chef but he didn't have the energy so he gave in.

"You're lucky I don't make you eat that soup you ruined, kid."

Sanji flicked his gaze to the ceiling now that he was lying down again. "I should eat, crap-geezer, food can't go wasted."

"Shut up kid, you're ill, it would make you worse."

"I'm serious!" Sanji continued. "It can't be served to any customer, so it'll be wasted!"

"If you don't shut up," growled Zeff. "I'll make you."

Sanji was beginning to get angry, as well as confused. It wasn't making sense. Didn't Zeff hate him?

"Don't you want me to get worse? Don't you want me to die?" the boy was close to tears. "It's my fault you aren't a pirate captain anymore! It's my fault you lost your leg! It's my fault we were stranded on that rock! You lost all your dreams and it's all my f—"

BAM! The chef's pegleg collided with the right side of the boy's face, causing him to fly out of bed onto the floor.

"SILENCE!" snapped the chef. "Don't give me you lame excuses!" he walked around the bed so that he was right in front of him. "I've told you many times, I have my reasons for keeping you alive."

There was a bit of blood trickling from the corner of the boy's mouth where the blow had struck him, which he quickly wiped away with his sleeve. "But it's true…"

"Quit your whining and go back to sleep, brat." Said Zeff hauling him up by the collar and tossing him back onto the bed. "If you want to argue, save it for when you aren't ill." He turned and left before Sanji could reply.

&End Flashback/Dream 2&

Zoro slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't mean't to fall asleep (for once). Why did it seem as though he had been visiting Sanji's memories? And why him of all people? Honestly, why did he care? Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the boy's quarters and knocked on the door to their room.

"Chopper, I need to talk to the shithead."

"B-but he's sleeping!" protested the reindeer.

Zoro ignored him and pushed the door open. "It won't take long. And then I'll leave."

The doctor nodded hesitantly and left the room. The cook's wrist had been bandaged, and his breathing was almost normal again, however it was obvious he wasn't breathing as lightly as he slept. Zoro smirked.

"How long have you been fooling him?"

Sanji opened his right eye slowly. "You knew?"

"You're just like that. So tell me cook, who's Sasuke?"

The blonde's face turned pale white. "W-what?"

"Sasuke," replied Zoro. "He was a cook too, wasn't he?"

"You…!" growled the cook angrily. "Don't need to know about him!"

Mwahahahaha! So just who is this Sasuke?