Chapter Six – Too Damn Good To Be True
Why is he even here? They're broken, a bond that can't be repaired anymore. If that's the case, then why? Why is Zoro even standing outside the blonde's apartment?
Nothing is driving him. Nothing. And yet… God. Is this what being lovesick is like? If it is, then Zoro doesn't want anything to do with it. Something pulls him towards the apartment. The force and this feeling of want, love, lust, is too much.
He takes a step forward.
I knew it, Sanji thinks. I fucking knew it. He knew that Zoro would leave. He knew that Zoro wouldn't want to say goodbye. For someone so powerful, so strong, he was a fucking coward. Weak when it comes to emotions and all that stupid idiot could do is run and hide. Sometimes, running and hiding hurts more than spoken words.
Everything about him and everything Sanji had thought about in the past 8 hours, is completely worthless. He knew Zoro would just break his heart again. Emotions leak out of him like blood, staining the floor. All he wanted to do was sleep now. No matter how hard his bones ached and no matter how hungry he is, Sanji just felt exhausted.
Three years of healing crumbled so effortlessly in moments. What would people think as they look at Sanji cry? What would he think when the urge to cry becomes more prevalent? What would Zoro think?
Sanji smacks himself in the head, in a vain attempt to erase that stupid moron from his memories. But the green hair sticks to him like glue, appearing during the happiest moments in his life.
No amount of cigarettes could make up for this loss.
He wanted to scream, he wants to throw his vases and pots and pans against the wall, he wants to do a lot of things out of anger, frustration and sadness. But nothing comes out as Sanji just stands motionless in the living room.
The doorbell rings, and Sanji's head whips towards it so fast that his could have snapped right off. He feels like this has happened before, like a massive sense of déjà vu. He heads towards the door, throwing it open so fast that the door all breaks off of its hinges.
A duffel bag sits on his welcome mat, with a note on top in messy writing. What is Sanji supposed to do with this? Regardless, he picks it up and takes it in, reading the note carefully.
- Look after this for me. I'll be back. …. Z
There's a phone number at the bottom and Sanji wonders how he's going to handle this living ghost that will soon be living in his closet, ready to haunt him during every waking second of his life.
A/N: Oh my god, another short chapter? After 4 weeks? What the hell have you been doing with yourself Lith? I mean... It's been forever!
I know. I know. It has been forever, but you know life got in the way and I had to deal with that first before I could upload. BUT I AM BACK! Alive and well, and stuff like that. If you are still here, thank you for being here. If you are new, then welcome! If you left, then I'm sorry I don't upload enough for you to stay.
Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter (short I know), and thanks for all the favourites, follows and reviews. (But, uh, don't worry about offending me or anything. Please leave a review!)
To ema670 - Well Zoro always does things on his own accord without really giving a reason behind his actions. I'll be giving him a reason soon. But for now, that's really what happened.