Author's Note: So I'm not the most satisfied with this chapter, but yeah. I kept the amount of guests of Zoro's to Nami, Luffy and Usopp because I'm able to get into their heads better than the others. Don't worry, other people WILL turn up, I'm just testing the waters with these people. See, the thing is, it didn't mean to turn out the way it did, but I suppose I like it, can't really find where I'd fix it because that would disrupt the flow of it all. So YAY, there ARE other characters in this story than Zoro and Sanji. Don't even ask why, but looking at the chapters I have planned (not all written), a lot of Zoro's chapters have titles that are parodies of songs. I don't know why, don't even ask why, but the first one that parodies is the one with Sanji cooking, you know, "In The Kitchen With Sanji", instead of "In The Kitchen With Dina". I feel as though I got Luffy down to the T, but I'm not sure about Nami and Usopp. Then again, this IS an AU. Thanks for the reviews will be below as usual and I've decided that each chapter, I will ask you a question! I do not own One Piece. This chapter came out faster than I thought since I wanted to put more people in Zoro's living room, but then decided against it.
Beautiful Disaster
By: Setkia
Full Summary
Sanji is the assistant cook of the world-renowned restaurant, the Baratie, the only restaurant like it in the world. He's a successful chef and flirts with the customers every chance he can get but there's a problem. It's all a facade. The cooks give a new meaning to the word "abusive", both mental and physical. The only thing keeping Sanji alive is his love for cooking and a good ol' pack of cigarettes.
Zoro Roronoa is a swordsman who suddenly has more change in his pocket than he expected and enters the Baratie by recommendation. His waiter happens to be a curly browed man with an adoration for cigarettes. An attempt speak to the head chef goes horribly wrong and he gets sucked into the crumbling world of the chef's, wondering how he can possibly save him and better yet, why does he want to save him in the first place?
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: the following things are present in the following chapter of Beautiful Disaster:
Mentions of attempted suicide, abuse and death
Chapter 8: The Trials of Socializing
When Sanji woke up, he heard loud laughter.
It was very strange. After about a week and a half of living with Zoro, Sanji had gotten used to quiet mornings since the marimo was a grouch in the wee hours of the day.
With a sigh, Sanji pushed the blanket off of himself and got out his cigarette as usual. Lighting it up, he ruffled his hair and trudged into the kitchen. The light was on, another strange thing and when he sat down at the table he stared at the empty placemat, void of a plate, glass and utensils. He scratched his head confused, trying to think through the loud sounds of people talking.
Wait, talking?
Sanji lifted his head to find many eyes staring at him.
"Um ... morning?" he greeted the strange group of people.
There were a few guests all spread out across the living room, but his eyes were drawn towards a man wearing some kind of hat with messy dark hair and big eyes who immediately jumped up from the couch and raced to Sanji. He didn't dare laugh aloud, but he had to admit the man looked rather stupid. He was wearing a straw hat, despite being indoors for some reason. "You're Sanji, right?"
Sanji looked at the man strangely. "How the fuck do you know me?"
There was a laugh, slightly high. It was female. Sanji's head turned to see a redhead sitting on the coffee table. "I think we might have just found someone who swears as much, if not more, than Zoro."
Sanji gritted his teeth. "You're not answering my question so I'll reiterate; how the fuck do you know me?"
"Well," a new voice said. Slowly, Sanji's eye seemed to fall over each of the various speakers in the room, this time landing on a man with a long nose and unruly dark hair. "You see, I battled with my old friend from the yakuza who went astray and he told me that there was some ass-kicking bastard who seemed very skilled in savate screwing around with his boss, so like a good friend, I tracked you down and beat the crap out of you—"
"I've never seen you before in my fucking life," Sanji deadpanned.
The man let out a triumphant laugh. "I was so good, you got amnesia. When it finally came back to you, you erased the memories, PTSD and all. You know how it is."
Sanji shook his head. "I have no idea who the fuck you are and what the fuck is savate?" He paused. "Is that French?"
"Hey, can you cook me something?"
Sanji turned back to the strange straw hat wearing man whom he had forgotten was next to him. "I want meat and Zoro says you're one hell of a cook, so what do you say? Make me a steak. Or lamb. Or buffalo wings— oh! Can you make spicy sauce? I love spicy sauce—"
"Luffy, leave the poor guy alone," came a deep voice.
Sanji's head turned once more to see Zoro, coming out of his bedroom. The green-haired man rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "Bastards, I knew I shouldn't have given you a key."
"Oh come on Zoro, you know you love us!" the man whom Sanji assumed was named Luffy said. "Besides, who'd be your drinking partners otherwise?"
"I'm trying to quit," Zoro told him dryly.
"Since when?" asked the redhead, leaning forward as though to hear him better. She turned to the long nose man and smirked. "I say we give him two weeks and then he cracks. How high are the stakes? 20? 35?" The girl rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Come on Usopp, place your bet!"
"20? 35? Thousand?" the long-nose man said in a squeak.
"What else?"
Zoro sighed and tried to rub out the crease in his brow. "Nami, I thought we were getting you away from the casinos."
"Hey, it's just a friendly gamble—"
"For your information, I haven't had sake in almost three months," Zoro told her. "I'm doing just fine."
The redhead looked put out, almost pouting. "You're no fun. Hey, Luffy," she said, turning to the straw hat man. "How about it? I'll go easy on you and start with 10."
Luffy stared at her blankly. "What are we talking about?"
Zoro sighed. "It's nothing you have to worry about. Hey, Curly Brow, what's with the dumb expression on your face?"
Sanji shook his head and held out his hands, as though commanding the world to stop. "Wait. These bastards just come in here and you're not going to explain this to me? Marimo, you better start talking. Now!"
"Marimo?" repeated Nami with a chuckle. "There's a new name for ya, eh, Zoro?"
Zoro sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, let me explain. Luffy, get away from him before he goes into cardiac arrest, alright?"
"But I want meat," Luffy said with a whine.
"Later," Zoro said. He turned to Sanji. "Look, I'm sorry about this. Um, I know this isn't exactly the best way to meet them, but uh, these are my friends. Cook, meet Luffy," he gestured towards the pouting man who took a seat back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, looking almost like a child right before a temper tantrum. "That's his girlfriend, Nami," Zoro pointed at the redhead.
"It's rude to point, didn't you know, Zoro?" Nami growled. She gave Sanji a smile and stood up, walking over to him. She was very pretty, almost as pretty as Moodie, with her hair and those curves— no, she had a boyfriend. Wait, a guy named Luffy, of all names, has a date and I don't? There was a problem with that picture to Sanji. "I'm Nami, nice to meet you," she greeted him, holding out a hand.
Sanji took her hand and gave her a small smile. He tried not to flinch too much. Luffy got into his personal space, but he had yet to touch him and for that, Sanji was grateful towards the idiotic goofball. "Sanji," he said softly.
"Charmed."
"Hey buddy!" Luffy said, standing up and grabbing his arm, pulling it back as though waiting to punch him. "Hands off!"
Zoro sent Luffy a glare. "If you raise a finger on him, you're dead."
Luffy sat back down, but he wasn't all that happy either. He was pouting again so Nami walked back over to the couch and took a seat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Is that better, Captain?"
Captain? What kind of weird kinks was that girl into? Well, they do say the redheads are the wild ones.
"This is Usopp," Zoro said, pointing towards the long-nosed man.
Usopp grinned brightly. "Nice to meet you Sanji, sorry about that kick to your head. You know, I know quite a bit of savate myself and in the old days used to throw around with some of the champions. You should meet them, there was this one guy, he was huge and he had this giant-ass sword, but one look at me and he was crying 'Mommy', running out to the ring!"
Zoro snorted.
"What?" demanded Usopp.
The swordsman shook his head. "Don't listen to him," he told Sanji. "He's a very … special case."
Sanji smirked. "Like you aren't a piece of work yourself?"
Zoro grit his teeth. "Shut up, Curly Brow!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Sanji saw Nami raise an eyebrow. What was her deal?
"Hey Zoro, when's the next time you're coming to Partys?" asked the redhead.
Partys? What the hell was that?
Luffy suddenly bolted up, standing straight and knocking Nami out of his lap. Sanji grit his teeth at Luffy's carelessness. If he was dating the young beauty, shouldn't he be treating her with more respect? But he knew in the back of his mind that Luffy wasn't like Fullbody. At least, he didn't seem to be. Maybe he was just naturally thick-headed.
"Oh yeah!" The straw hat man fisted his hand and hit his other palm. "I just remembered, Nami mentioned something about maybe charging others to see the fights."
Fights? What the fuck did Zoro get himself into? Sanji was reminded once again that Zoro had told him that he often had to bail his friends out of jail. Did Zoro ever end up in the slammer?
"Nami …"
"You weren't supposed to tell him it was me, baka!" Nami said, hitting the brim of Luffy's hat. Sanji watched as the hat fell from Luffy's head and before it hit the ground, Luffy was underneath it, catching it. He stood back up and pulled it on his head, gripping the brim tightly as though to keep it from flying away in the imaginary wind.
Zoro's friends were odd. Kind of like the green-haired swordsman himself.
Zoro shook his head. "We went over this Nami, it isn't healthy what you're doing. Do we need to have you rehabilitated?"
Sanji snorted. "You know big words like that, eh, Marimo?"
"Shut up!" Zoro snapped, turning to him.
Sanji smirked. "What, not going to dazzle me with your plethora of a vocabulary?"
"Is he insulting him?"
Sanji wanted to roll his eyes at the comment from Luffy, but kept it in. It wouldn't do well to lose his temper. Then what the fuck was all that arguing with Zoro? Sanji shook his head. Oi, don't ask me, you're supposed to be on my side, you're me!
"You okay, Sanji?"
Nami was looking at him with worried eyes and he had to admit to himself he probably looked stupid, getting into an internal fight with his conscience. "Fine," he replied, his jaw set. He stood up and rubbed his neck when he realized that he felt rather cold. Looking down, he remembered for the first time that he was shirtless.
Sanji wanted to die.
When he slept on the upper floor of the Baratie, Sanji would sleep sans shirt because they irritated him, especially when they rubbed against the blankets. He had developed a habit of going to sleep half-dressed, and it seemed this habit stayed with him when he slept in Zoro's guest room as well. There were only one time you could ever stumble across the cook in a state of undress and that was when he was sleeping. Whenever he took a shower, he brought an extra pair of clothes with him, even if he was the only one in the building. His clothes always showed off the least amount of skin possible; long black pants, a long-sleeved dress shirt and a blazer. There was a reason.
Standing in front of three strangers, Sanji felt exposed. It wasn't as though Zoro knew him all that much more than this strange bunch— though the swordsman knew more about the cook than he'd care to admit— and standing there in the kitchen without his top on made Sanji feel like curling up into a little ball until he sunk into the floor or some other kind of impossible shit.
The last time Sanji had looked at himself in the mirror without a shirt on, he remembered bruises. Many, many bruises across his chest, his abdomen, his stomach, his arms. It had been right after one of the cooks' beatings and he had to tend to his own wounds, which he happened to be shit at. He didn't even want to know what he looked like now, he didn't want to know what the others thought of his body.
Sanji knew he was skinny. He knew he was bony and that you could probably see his ribs. He knew he wasn't built and muscular like Zoro and he knew that there were some scars on him. He had various small cuts from bad encounters with people on the street, or in the kitchen and he remembered that there was a nasty scar near, just below where his heart was when he had gotten really desperate. Wait a minute, that meant that … Sanji's eyes flickered towards Zoro and realized that even in the dim light of his bedroom when Zoro came to pick him up after he had another nightmare before they went to the kitchen, he could see. He had seen them and Sanji hadn't even thought about them but he was sure it showed. The moment he realized that he was exposed to these strangers.
"Wow, cool!"
Luffy jumped up and raced to Sanji's side again, staring at his chest intently. Was he so stupid he had never noticed the scar? "Where'd you get that?"
Trying to end my own life. Sanji bit his lip, knowing Luffy probably meant no harm. "It's not that interesting of a story," he said instead.
"Hey Zoro, it's almost as impressive as the one you've got!" Luffy said with a big smile on his face.
Sanji snorted. Yes, Zoro may have a scar across his chest, but knowing the green-haired man, it was probably given to him during a courageous battle and was some kind of battle scar that held great meaning to him whenever he looked at himself in the mirror. "Figures."
"I can tell you the story of how he got it," Usopp offered. "It was a huge mess, going against this big guy and—"
Sanji had to admit it was funny to watch the look of panic on Zoro's face when he covered Usopp's mouth with his hand. "No one needs to hear the story, Usopp," he told the man with a frown, his brows creasing. Usopp had momentarily distracted Sanji from his insecurity but it was back again in no time, what with Zoro interrupting him.
"If you guys don't mind, I'm not looking very presentable right now, so I think I'll just go and change."
Sanji tried not to walk too quickly out of the room, keeping his head down. His strides were long and powerful. He could hear Usopp muttering something about savate and how it wasn't possible someone with Sanji's leg-strength could have never heard of it.
Sanji quickly changed into different clothes.
Buttoning up his shirt, Sanji paused. There were no mirrors in the guest bedroom, but he knew there was a full-length mirror in Zoro's room, from what he remembered. He had walked into the swordsman's room only once during his stay and it was because he had had another nightmare. He had waited a few minutes but the swordsman hadn't come so he went out in search of him. He still wasn't completely comfortable with the apartment layout so he had a few wrong turns, but when he finally got to the green-haired man's room, he found him sleeping. The moment Sanji noticed the appearance of the full-length mirror which was directly across from the bed, he avoided it like the plague. That was the only time he ever entered Zoro's room because ever since that night, Zoro would either come to him, or Sanji would wait in the hallway, knocking on his door so that he wouldn't have to chance looking in that cursed mirror.
Zoro had seen him almost every night for the past week and a half, without ever saying a word. He didn't mention the scars at all. Maybe he's too disgusted to say anything?
Sanji shook his head. No, Zoro wasn't like that. Or at least, he hoped he wasn't.
Slipping on his blazer, he lit up a new cigarette and sighed. When he was about to enter the living room, he heard chattering. He would've ignored it and entered anyway, but then he heard his name.
"—where's Sanji from?"
Sanji froze. God, was Zoro going to tell them? What had Zoro told them about Sanji anyway? He had at least mentioned he was a cook and that he was staying with him. What else did they know? Sanji's fist curled and his jaw clenched. What happened to him was his own business! He chose who heard about his unfortunate life, he was the one who decided who got to know about his horrible encounters with the cooks! Only him! Zoro had not right to tell them anything!
To be honest, Sanji had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. The fact of the matter was that Zoro was too kind.
Sure, the swordsman was rough around the edges. He screamed a lot, swore, had a bad temper. He couldn't cook (even after Sanji took the time to explain it to him), he couldn't fold laundry, he didn't seem to have enough money to pay his rent (if the amount of money he had given Sanji was really all he had in his wallet) and he was irrational. The man had kidnapped him for God's sake! But Zoro was also patient (or at least, he tried to be), he didn't press too much, he never brought up Sanji's past. He didn't mention the cooks, never treated him any differently from anyone else he knew. Zoro treated Sanji in a way that Sanji had only thought Zeff was able to. He treated him like he was human.
A man like that couldn't possibly exist, at least not in Sanji's world.
Sanji held his breath, waiting for Zoro's answer.
"Not telling."
"What?!"
My thoughts exactly.
"Look Nami, it's not my business to tell you," said Zoro. "Seriously. If he wants to tell you his story, that's his job, not mine. Don't do that, you look stupid with your mouth hanging open like that."
"Are you protecting him or something?" asked Luffy. "Like, I dunno, from the cops or something? Zoro, are you hiding a wanted man?!"
"No, it's nothing like that," Zoro insisted. "It's just not my place to tell you."
"I bet he's in the yakuza," declared Usopp.
"Okay Zoro," said Luffy. "I trust you. I still want to know, but I'll trust you on this. But Zoro …" Luffy trailed off and there was silence.
"What?" asked Zoro. "You want to say something, so spit it out, Straw Hat!"
"Hey, don't diss the hat!" Luffy said. "But seriously, I thought you were straight."
Sanji's eyes widened. What was that all about?
"I am," Zoro said quickly. Almost too quickly. "Look, just cause I took the guy in doesn't mean I'm gay or anything." There was a pause. "Luffy, trust me, even if I was gay, which I'm not, I'm sure he wouldn't take well to any advances. I've seen him flirt, he's as straight as a wooden plank."
"But Zoro …"
"Not you too Nami!" There was a grunt and Sanji could imagine Zoro pulling at his hair. "Look, you two can just shut it!" There was a pause and then Zoro spoke again. "Why are you looking at me like that, Nami?"
There was a sigh. "It's just … It's different. To see you this happy."
"What, am I usually grumpy?"
Yes actually, you are, didn't you know, Marimo?
"No, it's just …" Nami took a deep breath. "Ever since she died, you've haven't been as … lively? Active? I don't know the word for it, but it's just that when you're around Sanji, it's different. You're more animated, you let yourself go and just … I dunno, you flow better."
"I flow better?"
Sanji could hear the disbelief in Zoro's voice. What the fuck was that girl talking about? What did it mean to "flow"? What, was she talking about chi or some other kind of strange shit?
"Hate to admit it Zoro, but Nami's right." That was Usopp. Sanji had been wondering where he had gone. "I mean, I'm not expert, but wasn't that what it was like with—"
"Shut up!"
There was silence.
Sanji could hear Zoro's heavy breathing.
"Shit, I'm sorry Usopp. It's just …"
"I know man, I know."
More silence.
Suddenly, Nami spoke. "Sanji's taking a long time, isn't he?"
"Yeah, you're right," said Zoro. "I'll go check on him."
Immediately, Sanji jumped and nearly hit his head on the wall. He took a step closer towards the living room before pausing. Would it seem too suspicious to just turn up now, after they mentioned him? Dammit, what was he supposed to do?
"Oi! Curly Brow, get your ass back here!"
Sanji took a deep breath and let himself walk into the living room and took a seat on the giant comfy chair that was horizontal to the TV. "Staring at my ass Marimo? Careful or else I might think you bat for the other team." That was good. Casual. Normal.
"You clean up nicely, Sanji!" said Nami.
"Oh this?" Sanji stared at his usual attire and shrugged. "Just threw it on really."
Usopp, Nami and Luffy stayed around the apartment much longer than Sanji thought they would. He ended up cooking lunch for Luffy and was praised immensely for his wonderful chicken. It wasn't quite the same as hearing Zoro hold in a moan as he ate his sushi, but it was satisfying all the same. Zoro's friends were rather entertaining for Sanji, enough so that he became distracted of what he had been thinking about beforehand. Something about Zoro and a girl? Or was it about Zoro's sexuality? It didn't matter, as far as Sanji was concerned, the swordsman had to be asexual.
When the three finally left late at night, Sanji was exhausted and ready to fall asleep on the floor. There was a bit of a mess left behind, some beer bottles (none of which had been drunken by Zoro, to Sanji's surprise— after all, it was cheap beer, right?) and a couple of wrappers of some candies besides the dishes.
"I'm going to bed," Zoro declared.
"Marimo, get your fucking ass back in here right now! I'm not doing the dishes on my own, you bastard!" Sanji snapped.
He heard Zoro sigh before he returned and grabbed a dish towel. "What's the point of it anyway? We're going to use the dishes again anyway tomorrow morning, why don't we just clean them then?"
"Because that's disgusting," Sanji said, wrinkling his nose. "The crumbs and stuff with bring in unwanted visitors—"
"Unwanted visitors?" Zoro repeated. He let out a laugh. "Why don't you just call them bugs? Seriously, everything about you is too proper."
Sanji shook his head. "I'll wash, you dry. Even you're able to do that, right, Marimo?"
Zoro grumbled, but they fell into a rhythm. Sanji would clean the dish and hand it to Zoro who would dry it and put it away.
"So, sorry about my friends," Zoro said after some silence. "The visit was incredibly unexpected and I'll beat them up for it later, I promise." He put away a plate before turning back around. "I know they're fucking idiots, but they're my friends, so I gotta love 'em."
"It's fine, it was a very … entertaining day." Sanji told him. "About Luffy …" he trailed off.
"Yeah, he's always that eccentric," Zoro said. "And Nami's still trying to get him to go gamble but he doesn't see the point in it. She's gotten better since they've started dating, but still, she's a piece of work."
"And Usopp?"
"Look at his nose, think of Pinocchio and I swear, you'll watch it grow."
The two of them laughed. Each time Zoro managed to make Sanji laugh, it felt less and less forced. Hopefully, it would eventually feel natural. Sanji shook his head. What was he thinking? That ship had long past sailed.
"So you seriously don't know what savate is?"
"No. It's French, isn't it?" Sanji asked.
Zoro nodded.
"I knew it!"
The green-haired man chuckled. "It's a form of boxing. Savate is the French word for 'old shoe' and since this form of boxing uses the feet a lot, I suppose it fits. Basically, savate is mixing together the use of hands and feet. You know, it also has another name; savate de rue. The style is mainly used for self-defence and savate de rue, or street savate, is a style of fighting that was actually fought on the streets of Paris and Marseille, like the name implies. With your powerful kicks, I'm sure you'd be great at it."
Sanji nodded slowly. "So you told them about my kicks?"
"If i didn't tell them about your kicks, how could I warn them about any injuries that may have been inflicted on my head? They'd need to know the reason I could potentially be sent to the hospital due to being forced into a coma thanks to you and your damn boots."
Sanji handed Zoro a glass, their fingers brushing lightly. The swordsman looked unfazed, as though he hadn't even realized it had happened, but Sanji felt a shiver go up his spine. Unlike the other times when someone touched him, he didn't flinch. He didn't feel as though he had been doused with cold water, as though he were vulnerable or useless. He just felt … fine. Normal. And God, was it the best feeling in the world.
When Sanji went to his room and closed the door, he fell down on the bed. He felt as though he had just been refreshed, despite the fact that he was tired. Maybe savate was something worth looking into. What did he have to lose, after all? As his eyes drifted close, a nagging voice in the back of his mind told him this was dangerous.
He was getting comfortable. He was starting to feel safe. He was starting to feel cared for.
He ignored the voice and politely told it to shut the fuck up, because it had been years since he had gone to bed feeling this good.
That night, Sanji had no nightmares.
Author's Note #2: Now the thanks for the reviews:
lilcutieprincess: So the odd numbered chapters are Zoro's. Since the story is set in Japan, everyone is speaking Japanese, it's just not written that way cause I don't know much Japanese. Though, I think it would be cool for Sanji to know a language other than Japanese that he could speak in so Zoro wouldn't be able to understand him.
JustCallMeLucie: When you said "Sanji's confession" I was like, "WHAT? HE DIDN'T CONFESS TO ANYTHING YET!" But then I realized you meant like, what he told Zoro in the kitchen and not a confession of love. Like all things, the reason why Sanji told Zoro then will remain a mystery until stated otherwise!
Guest: I just like to alternate, it's fun that way for me. I really enjoy writing about how other characters see other characters, like writing about Sanji from Zoro's point of view. I like to have a character think one thing about another character and be trying to guess what's going on in their mind and catch small things they do that the character themselves don't notice, like how it took Sanji several tries to light his cigarette. If the chapter was told by Sanji, he probably wouldn't have noticed it. Zoro noticed exactly how many failed attempts he had. Seeing someone through someone else's eyes is fun. At least, for me to write.
Dyloa: Well, that's fun, isn't it? (I'm not teasing you.) My friend's actually from Belgium, she came to Canada (cause I'm proudly Canadian) and all of our doors were backwards for her so it took her a while to open them. When she had to push, we had to pull. It was interesting watching her try to get out of class to use the bathroom. Anyway, I hope you review to more chapters in the future! I'm on a summer break, therefore making updates more regular and I try to keep a schedule. I can't focus on more than one story at a time, which is why a lot of my other stories remain inactive at the moment. I decided to dedicate myself to this story for the summer at least. One of my friends showed me One Piece, so I guess this story is dedicated to her, but I don't even know if she likes the Zoro and Sanji pairing. Anyway, thanks for the review, I really appreciate it! If I ever write something in French later, don't hesitate to correct me if I get something wrong, I can always use the help!
Guest #2: Thanks, I hope you liked this one too!
VictoriaLovesSmut: The main reason why the kitchen scene lasted so long, and the whole argument about Zoro's table manners was because I read it over and was like, "Dammit, it's only like, 2000 words, I need to get to 3000 at least somehow!" and thus, pointless banter was created. I actually think that last chapter was one of my favourites to write.
Ayamichan34: Wow, to know that someone cares that much about what I write and would care if I stopped ... I have to admit, I've never been told that before. Out of curiosity, what is your usual pairing? Um, Zeff's whereabouts ... can't say, it'd be spoiling! Also, if this isn't your usual pairing, how'd you come across this story anyway?
Now, the votes for who's chapter is liked more are in.
Out of the 4 people who answered my question, (out of 7 reviews, which isn't a bad number at all, and one person just said both, so if the amount of votes don't add up, that's why), the results were this:
Zoro/odd numbered chapters: 3
Sanji/even numbered chapters: 2
NOW MY QUESTION TO END THE CHAPTER (WHICH WILL NOW BE OCCURRING REGULARLY): When Sanji asked Usopp how he knew him, Usopp told him a lie. IF SANJI ASKED YOU HOW YOU KNEW HIM, WHAT LIE WOULD YOU TELL HIM? I will mention the lies I found the most amusing during my next update!
1st Edit: August 6th 2015
