Chapter Nine – Stealing Everything in Me
He thought he never wanted him to come back. But, that was a lie. Sanji would hold onto the phone with some glimmer of hope coming into his heart. Despite it being dead. Despite it being torn apart and shredded right in front of his eyes. He hoped the phone would ring too. When that happens, it means Zoro is coming back, right? It means they have another chance, right? It means this thing, this glorious and amazing and enchanting thing, had another chance to be revived.
The phone never rang. It didn't ring for three years.
As time passed, and old wounds healed, Sanji thought he was getting better. He was getting stronger and his restaurant was booming. But, even if that was the case, there's still a part of him that secretly that the phone actually did ring.
There's a million things Sanji wants to tell the green haired man when he came back to the blond's apartment flat. A million things sealed behind Sanji's ever growing frustration. As much as the swordsman frustrated him, he knew that Zoro is where the chef belonged. In his arms, smelling his scent (smelling like steel and sweat. Intoxicating for all the right wrong reasons) and falling down into a deep, enchanting slumber.
But Zoro didn't call back for three days, and Sanji thought he wasn't going. Not until tonight. The moment the blond enters his apartment, the phone rings.
Sanji nearly tripped over his shoes trying to get to the damn thing. His legs would get tangled up in the different pairs of dress shoes that Sanji happened to forget to place away. And the phone would keep ringing and ringing, as if a ghost is taunting him from limbo. Thank God, Zoro called, because Sanji was going through his packages of cigarettes (this is his 10th one in three days) like candy, waiting for this one phone call.
He wasn't sure why he was so anxious to hear the swordsman's voice. He shouldn't have been.
"Hello," he says.
"I'm not sure if I can do this."
Sanji's heart drops. How could he do this again? Something thick struggles to go down Sanji's throat. It sticks to his esophagus like molasses. Why? Why? Why? "You shithead." He wonders if Zoro could taste that bitterness and anger thrown at his way. Sanji sure can, and it tastes like regrets.
"I'm going to stay a few more days. Don't track me down."
The line goes dead and so does Sanji's metaphorical heart line. Hell, it could might as well be his physical one. He isn't prepared. He doesn't think he'll ever be prepared. He grits his teeth and stews anger all the way to the kitchen. He swears he can boil water just by looking at it.
He's avoiding, Sanji thinks. Why?
What is there to avoid? It isn't like there's some issues with communication, subtle or verbal. It's clearly that they both want each other back. So what the hell is the problem?
Sanji racks his brain as he heats up some food. He thinks about it some more before giving up with an angered sigh. As much as he hated to give up – just the thought of it is currently giving him anger hives – he just couldn't come up with a plausible reason as to why this shit would happen. Now, his mind is filled with curses that he wish will happen to the green haired man.
I swear, he thinks while twirling his fork into a small pile of spaghetti. I'm going to kick his fucking ass when he comes walking through that door. He shoves the noodles into his mouth, wincing – but not caring – at how the noodles burn the roof of his mouth.
Zoro, you have another thing coming if you think you can bail on me one more time.
A/N: Hello everyone, I am back for the short time being! Another chapter update and another exciting thing happening in my life.
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