Chapter two – Unrequited Hope
"You'll love my food," Sanji said to him. The slob, the marimo, who sits at the table tapping away on his cellphone. "Hello? Are you even listening to me shithead?" Using his long legs, he kicked his boyfriend in the arm, using enough force to make it felt.
Zoro grabbed his katanas, ready to fight. "You wanna go, curly brow?"
"Pay attention, you idiot swordsman and I wouldn't have to hit you."
The idiot slumped back down in his seat, mumbling, "There are 7 billion people in the world and I have to be stuck with this one?"
Sliding a plate – full of Chicken Marengo – across the table, Sanji waited for him to eat. When Zoro finally does, the look on his face filled Sanji right up. "Good right?" he asked.
"Eh," Zoro said, barely containing his smile. "I've tasted better."
"You lying shithead." Sanji just sat across from Zoro, watching him eat every bite.
"What are you doing here?" Sanji cries out, staring at the man who tore his heart out and broke it carelessly into a million little pieces.
"I want to come in," Zoro answers. "Aren't you going to let me?"
Hell no, the first thought that entered Sanji's mind, but as time and time showed again, he couldn't help himself when it comes to the swordsman. That idiot swordsman. Sanji steps aside, allowing the green haired man to come in. He sees the usual trio that normally made each date seem like a childish group date. Wato Ichimonji, Shusui and Sandai Kitetsu. All three of them walk into Sanji's home; in Zoro's hand, a duffel bag.
"Your apartment is small," Zoro says, without any grace or hesitation. "How do you live like this?"
"Comfortably," he replies, and without you in it. "I don't see why you can't stay over at Luffy'—"
"I tried there." Zoro sits down on Sanji's pullout sofa, dropping his duffle bag unceremoniously onto the floor. It lands with a soft thump. "His house… moved."
"You're still shit with directions, aren't you?" Sanji moves into the kitchen grabbing leftovers from the fridge. He warms it up in the microwave – the true bane of his existence. But he doesn't have time to really cook up a nice full meal. Whatever his plans were for the evening disappears. In the bathroom, he hears the water still running. Hopefully it doesn't overflow. In the living room, he hears Zoro trying to come up with an excuse for his awful sense of direction but to no avail. "Face it," Sanji says, returning with a plate of Italian risotto. "You're shit with directions."
"N-No!" Zoros face flushes and his eyes narrow down. "Places, just… move on their own. Yeah, that's it."
Snaji snorts, shaking his head. "Just eat up."
"Courteous like always." Zoro winces as he wolfs down the food.
Sanji pretends not to notice that. "You can sleep on the couch. It pulls out into a bed."
"Just like old times."
Sanji takes a step towards his bathroom. "Yeah…" he says. "Exactly like old times."
A/N: Oh my goodness! There has been a lot of love for this story! I will try to thank everyone here... Please don't kill me if I get your names wrong.
To Michikuni Mayu - I really hope they stay in character for the remainder of the story! I haven't seen One Piece in such a long time... so... I'm really hoping they stay as they were in the anime. :D Thank you for liking it so much!
To tsubakiyuzuki - The next chapter is here! Huffah!
To ema670 - I'm glad this got your attention! I really want to continue this story and I really hope you continue this story!