Chapter Eight – Maybe

Why was he going back? Because he said he would? Well as someone who's novel and honourable as he is, that might be the reason. But there's always a risk of him losing his heart again. It took him three years to heal it up and even then, it still gushes blood every so often.

Zoro wasn't sure why he wanted to go back, why he even took those steps onto the front door of the cook's apartment. He did stand out there for three days, chickening out each time. It wasn't like Zoro didn't care. It wasn't like he never forgot. He may have forgotten Luffy's address (Um, clearly not his fault since Luffy seems to be moving apartments all the time), but Sanji's address will forever be ingrained into his mind. He'll always find a way to come back.

Plus, it wasn't like the swordsman didn't miss the chef. He did. Because missing someone tears a hole into your heart and it ruined your mindset. All those days, for the past 3 years, he would just wander from village to village. City to city. Town to town. All of which involved a lot of wondering. Wondering about what else could be out there for him. And yet, the answer keeps coming to him no matter how far he walked, or how stale time got.

Nothing.

That promoted him to knock on the door on the fourth day.

Sanji prepares himself mentally for the return of the person he thought he loved. He isn't sure why Zoro even bothered coming over in the first place when there was a very comfortable sofa at Luffy's house. But it did feel like olds times when they first met each other. Where Zoro would just crash on Sanji's sofa because there wasn't a place for him to go (mainly due to the fact that Zoro actually forgot where he lived and therefore never remembered to pay any rent).

As Sanji takes a bath, washing his body down with some expensive, yet soothing lavender bath wash, he can't help but wonder why he never moved from this apartment in three years. Maybe he thought Zoro was never going to find his way back again. Let's face it, directions with this idiot is sort of like teaching a wall how to sit. But at least the wall is more cooperative than that guy ever will be. Or maybe, he was actually hoping the green haired man will return to him and moving will cause him to forget how to get to Sanji's home.

Had Sanji been holding onto some kind of faith that Zoro would actually return back to him? Or is he completely fooling himself?

Regardless of the reason, Sanji can't help but feel happy that Zoro's coming back. Maybe they can rekindle whatever love they had. Maybe they can refresh all of those memories they had and made and shared together. Maybe this time it'll actually work.

But of course, both of them know that there are no promises on either end.

Well, Sanji thinks to himself, sinking deeper into the tub. At least I can bask in the memories.

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