Disclaimer: One Piece does not belong to me.
WARNINGS: (throughout the whole fic): vulgar language, Short chapters, explicit porn, a horny Zoro all the time, corny romance(?) And Fluff.
Roronoa covered his face when he left the place, remembering where the brunette had pointed, and felt the suffocating heat on his whole body, sweating like a whiplash.
"Huh? She pointed towards-"
He fell silent when he found the same man Nico had shown him, and began to stride towards him raising his eyebrow at the sight of him with a woman hanging on his arm.
"Ah, he looks like an idiot from here."
His thought was confirmed when he heard the so effeminate and shrill voice of the blondo that turned his back on him, he could hear his cries of joy, acclaiming the woman who was next to him.
His face deformed into one of complete displeasure, that kind of people were the ones that bothered him most, no matter the gender.
"Hey you-!"
"Zoro, come here at this instant!"
He muted himself when he heard Nami's roar in the distance, while in someone, the effect also came out, in a completely different way.
"NAMI-SWAN ~!"
Roronoa stop of blow, as if he were about to commit a barbarity, and the blond that just a few seconds ago was in front of him, lay on the ground with his head submerged in the pavement. What the hell had just happened?
"Sanji! You're good?"
A brownedhair girl, who wore a light floral dress with a rose in her hair, was the first to assist the blondo who bit his lip to hold back the moan of pain.
"You should not turn like that..."
When Sanji heard Nami's voice, he turned to see her so euphorically that he became entangled with his own feet and suddenly fell to the ground, turning his back on the beautiful woman he loved so much, and hitting his forehead in the direction of the woman who He also adored.
"Yes... I just..."
His cigarette fell when he felt the heavy look of someone behind him, and covered the bruise on his forehead looking back.
"Are you offered something, imbecile?"
Zoro swallowed salive, again feeling something of vertigo, and the sun obscured by the clouds stopped illuminating the ass that had been offered for him on a silver platter. The blonde fell, with his hips raised at a beautiful angle just near to his crotch, and the pants that God knows why that idiot was put on, he emphasized the full furrow of his appetizingly voluminous and round buttocks. One butt, pointing towards his cock, of a blonde who a few months ago had stirred up his whole world.
"What? Besides mute, are you an idiot?"
Roronoa reacted, while Nami came to his back with the tongue on the floor. Had he walked a lot? No, it was that he had gone around the gym completely because Zoro had been lost with Robin's instructions.
"Zoro, this is not-"
"Nami-Swan!"
The green-hair man frowned when the blonde stepped next to him hitting his shoulder, and then he took the orange haired girl's hands with a pink and stupid aura that caused him some grief.
"Aw, it's been so long without seeing you. How are you? You're good? You need me to take care of this bastard bush head for you ~?"
A little vein jumped on his forehead and it boiled with fury when he repeated the insult over and over again, but when he turned to face him, his arched pose, the product of the emotion of being with Nami, he put his ass back in the whole look.
His hands tingled terribly, while he felt a severe twitch in all his fingers. The pose was suggestive and talkative, it said everything by itself. The small hips were accentuated by the plain blue trousers and the shirt with a ridiculous pattern of flowers tightened the slender figure, so close to the recesses of his body.
"No, no, don't worry, Sanji."
The blond smiled enchanted, once again in love with that sweet and tender smile, but a chill ran down his spine as he felt a heavy gaze trailing vulgarly through all his rearguard.
"What about you, stupid?"
"Effeminate."
"Ah?! What did you call me?"
"Effeminate ~" Sang again Zoro, picking his nose.
"Take care of your damn words, you..." The blue look looked him up and down, and Zoro felt a little squeeze in his crotch as he felt it "head of muscle!"
The glance so swift and not at all discreet that it managed to inflate his chest with pride, but after listening to the insult he fully understood the situation, which brought his complete discomfort and anger.
"Oh!? You call me head of muscle when you're just a wimp of snail eyebrows?!"
He clicked the tongue watching him inhale the nicotine and stretch the tips of his lips malevolently.
"At least I am do not walk with a whore..."
It seems that he managed to hit him where it hurts the most, even when that was just a whisper, and he watched as he let go of the smoke from his cigarette with rage.
"Listen to me scum."
Things seemed to get out of control when Zoro felt the other's strong grip on his shoulder, so he frowned in surprise at his tremendous strength, while that man's dark fulminating look was chilling his bones penetrating his entire being.
"You can insult me whenever you want, I don't give a shit, but I will not let you sully the name of my delicate ladies, swallow your shit of words if you do not want to-"
Roronoa didn't let him finish. Took his hand, soft and really fragileto connect them with his rough hands and he squeezed them with intensity making the man in front of him relax.
"What? Finish your damn phrase."
He approached the point of feeling his breath, excited and angry at the blonde's rudeness, but the blue eyes hesitated nervously looking at his hand. Zoro watched as a few drops of worry slid down his pupils, and loosened the grip until it was just a caress.
"Sanji..."
The tension crumbled when the sweet voice of the brunette was heard interrupting her quarrel. The blonde waved his hand with a glow of hatred in his entire gaze and turned to the woman smiling like a fool.
"Violet, do you want to eat something delicious?"
The woman with beautiful amber eyes smiled relieved and embraced the he blonde's arm delicately, while Sanji stretched the other.
"Nami-Swan, don't you want to join us?"
"Ah! I would not miss Sanji's food for anything in the world!"
The orange haired girl wanted to omit hugging his body, but this time she hung on his excited arm and then looked at Roronoa doubtful of her look, but also frightened by his.
"Zoro, you know"
I point hers and Zoro's eyes to then go with the blondo, again he was acting like a charming idiot.
Roronoa watched them walk away without knowing how to decipher the pressure in his chest, something combined with rage, pain... Maybe, anxiety?
He clenched his jaw clapping his forehead in frustration and again the memories of a few months ago came to his mind, with it the memory of his name... As that woman said it with such confidence... As she treated him so closely...
"It's called jealousy" He felt Robin's light hand on his shoulder and turned to see her sulking "It seems that you ruined it, Swordman-san."
"You super ruined it" spoke Franky with his mouth full, while he pulled more chips frits from his packaging.
"Yes, yes, Zoro ruined it!"
Chopper took it as a motive to celebration to see that everyone repeated it and the one who was being scold glared them severely, especially the jet black, who had just called him for the san, honorific that she never said but that she was taught in Japan.
"It is not like you to insult someone you don't know, were you really so angry?"
"That's true Zoro, do you feel all right? Do you need me to check you?"
"Zoro, do you want me to sing a song about how you ruined it? I'll call it... The algae that could not fall in love..."
"Already! It's enough!"
More than love or some kind of stupid cursilaritie, he must admit that his body suffered a little... a little encouragement to see the blonde, it was not gay by any means, but he knew how to appreciate when he sees something he liked.
"Wait, were they listening all this time?"
Robin smiled, Chopper looked away and Franky took out some binoculars behind a bush.
"Don't super doubt it."
After the sorrow sink him until he didn't have the courage to see those three faces, he remembered that he had really wanted to talk to that man for his katanas... As if it had been a toy, they had been confiscated.
"If you go and pick up your things, you can tell the guard to return them to you."
Nico guessed his concern and when Roronoa nodded, with a small flush rising from her cheeks, the jet black approached Franky.
"Robin, will you really think that he'll get back the katanas just like that?"
"I don't know."
Tony looked at the blue-haired man and the two advanced a couple of steps until they heard the louder screams of Zoro about that he wanted his swords back, then they began to accelerate until almost running, in the company of the jet black that walked calmly contemplating the sunset and sighed.
Forgive the delay, as you know this fic is in Spanish, I do not know any English and well... It's difficult, but thanks to Sofy and Juli, who made the chapter was for today.