Author's Note: Okay, so yeah, I said longer chapters. I lied in this case. I also made Sanji know a bit more about what I call American/Canadian YouTube, cause I don't know if they have that channel in Japan. Also, because I was watching it a few days ago and it kind of inspired this chapter. I don't own One Piece, I know the story kind of got away from me a bit. I messed around a bit with them. I'm not good at writing about drunk people so... yeah. I can't believe I have the same number of reviews as thousand words in this story. I really didn't think it would be that popular, but I'm really glad about this! I swear the next chapter will be longer! Thanks for the reviews, the results of who wants who in the Zombie apocalypse and another question are to be found below.
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?
WARNING: the following things are present in this chapter of Beautiful Disaster:
Mentions of rape, abuse, suicidal thoughts (I actually don't remember if that's in here, but it might be)
Drinking
Chapter 14: 20 Questions, Limited Answers
Why? Why, why, whywhywhy?!
Sanji couldn't make sense of it. He was shaken up. No, he was beyond shaken up. He was thrown into a blender on high speed, then shaken by hand while the blender kept spinning, the blades hitting him every which way, before he was placed in some giant stirring pot where some evil old hag continued to spin him around, cackling. He was knew that ridiculous scenario was more than impossible, but that's what it felt like.
Why had Zoro kissed him?
At first when it happened, Sanji thought it was a dream. He thought he had some strange, screwed up dream that involved his usual nightmare with the cooks and their abuse but when it was over and Sanji had time to reflect on it while his shaking hands attempted to cut the damn vegetables, he realized it was impossible because no dream about the cooks— no dream in general, ever involved such … kindness.
Zoro hadn't been forceful. He hadn't been rough and he hadn't pressured Sanji into anything. Sure, the kiss came as a surprise but he didn't make Sanji do anything. He didn't make Sanji kiss him back and he didn't press the kiss any farther than it was already. Sanji could've moved away. He had space, he had the whole freaking alcove to move around, but he hadn't. Why hadn't he moved?
Sanji stared out the window, still refusing to look in the mirror and gently raised a hand to his lips.
Fuck, he probably looked like some girl, but the truth was … that had been Sanji's first kiss.
Sanji enjoyed flirting but flirting with customers at a restaurant and having a relationship were two completely different things. Most of the time, the girls either blew him off as a pesky flirt or they'd indulge him in a few minutes of banter before he returned to the kitchen. In all that time, there had never been time for a kiss. Perhaps Moodie gave him the occasional peck on the cheek, but no one had ever kissed him like that.
It felt so … wrong.
First of all, most people had their first kiss before their first time. Perhaps Sanji was just backwards. But even if they didn't, wasn't their first time with someone who was their first kiss? At least, Sanji liked to think it was that way. But what was so wrong was the way Zoro had kissed him and when Sanji thought about the cooks.
It had been so different.
The cooks were rough and ruthless. They didn't give a damn if Sanji started bleeding on the floor or if he was close to tears. They didn't care if they hurt him or his ass. They didn't care if he screamed or cried for help, if he told them he'd call someone or if he'd get Zeff to fire them all. They didn't care.
What Zoro had done was so different. It had been gentle and caring, kind and thoughtful. It had been innocent. The lightest brush of lips against each other and it made Sanji want to cry at the sweetness of it. Did he even deserve such care? Just gentleness? After all, he was tainted. He was toxic. Who would want someone like him? Left over goods, a dirty, filthy piece of garbage left on the street?
When Zoro had kissed him, Sanji had been in shock. His whole body had shook, his whole mind had gone blank and he hadn't been able to move. His eyes were wide open when Zoro leaned in and the look on the swordsman's face was one of peace, as though he didn't have any troubles. Sanji had let his eyelids slide close, had let himself move just a little closer, holding in tears.
What if Zoro had been the one who ..?
Sanji shook his head. That was wishful thinking. Besides, the man said he wasn't even gay, there was no way he'd want to do that with Sanji.
Would he?
Fuck, this is so confusing!
Sanji ran his fingers through his hair and let his head fall back, trying to calm the racing thoughts. Nothing made sense, nothing was grounded. He was sure he was going to go insane with the thoughts that infiltrated his mind and left him wondering desperately. He couldn't make sense of what Zoro had done.
Had Zoro meant to kiss him? Or was he caught up in the moment? But regardless of how caught up you are, you don't just kiss a man if you're not gay, right? But Zoro himself said it many times, he wasn't gay. But … Sanji shook his head. The cook wasn't even sure of his own sexuality, so questioning Zoro's seemed pointless. He knew for sure he hadn't liked what the other cooks had been doing, he knew he also appreciated feminine beauty, but what about other men?
Zoro wasn't like the cooks. That thought kept repeating itself loudly in his mind. He wasn't like the cooks and when Zoro had kissed him it was different. It wasn't unpleasant, but the kiss hadn't been long enough to call it good. Did that mean he was gay? But no, he appreciated the way Nami walked and her giggle. Did that make him bisexual?
Fuck, am I really trying to figure out my sexuality based on some lousy kiss?
But it hadn't been lousy.
Shit, he could go on like this for the entire day if he let himself.
He needed answers. Concrete ones. Ones that there was no denying them. And Sanji thought he had a way.
"Get a glass, get the beer, and get a chair."
Zoro stared at Sanji, confused. "What?"
"We're going to play a little game," Sanji said. "Ever heard of Cut Video?" he asked while Zoro continued to stand motionless and speechless before him. "It's a YouTube channel where they play a game called 'Truth or Drink'. We're going to play."
"What?" Zoro repeated. He shook his head profusely. "I'm quitting," he reminded him for what seemed like the thousandth time. "And besides, what kind of beer? You know some beers are more intoxicating than others," he added.
"Then don't drink," Sanji told him. "Just talk to me," he said with a shrug. "You can't go against this idea since we already did your weird-ass psychoanalysis thing. I'll tell you how we'll play and then we'll get started, all right? You can't back out, I went along with your therapist-for-a-day scheme so you're going along with mine!"
"But mine didn't involve me getting you drunk!" Zoro snapped.
"As if you could get me drunk," Sanji snorted.
"Have you ever had anything other than light champagne?"
Sanji looked away.
"Exactly."
"Look would you just get the beer? I don't know where it is," Sanji snapped. "I'll get the glasses and we'll start, all right?"
Zoro grumbled the entire time as he took out some beer bottles from some dark corner of the fridge that Sanji had never noticed while Sanji got two shot glasses and set up the chairs across from each other on the kitchen table. Zoro took a seat and crossed his arms. "Fine, we're set up. Let's just get this over with."
"You know the game 'Twenty Questions'?"
Zoro nodded. "So?"
"So we're going to play a mix between 'Truth or Drink' and 'Twenty Questions'. Basically, the way 'Truth or Drink' works is that someone asks you a question and you have two options, to either tell them the truth, or to take a shot."
"The name's kind of self-explanatory," Zoro pointed out. "Look, I already know how to play 'Twenty Questions', so can we just start?"
"No, I'm not done yet!" Sanji told him. "Anyway, you can pass as many questions as you want in our game, but you have to answer a total of twenty before the game is over, understood? I don't care how intoxicated you become, you will answer a total of twenty," he added. "We each have to answer twenty so at least forty questions will be asked, fair?"
"What if someone passes out in the middle of the game?" Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow. "And how do you determine a winner?"
"Are there ever any real winners in drinking games?"
Zoro bit the inside o this cheek and turned away.
"Okay, do you want to start?" Sanji asked. "I have a piece of paper here," he gestured towards the small scrap on the table. There was a T-chart on it with the letters S and Z on it. "It'll help us keep track of the number of answered questions," he said.
"Fine, I'll start," Zoro said. "You and your cracked up games …" He seemed to think for a moment. "Okay. What's your last name?"
"Seriously?"
"I don't know it, you know mine," Zoro said. "It seems like a fair question."
"Don't have one."
As Sanji put a tally of one underneath his letter on the T-chart, he could already tell Zoro was going to scream.
"Don't have one?" And there it was. "What the fuck do you mean you don't have one?" The swordsman shook his head. "Not possible, everyone has one! Everyone!"
"Okay, maybe I should be more specific. It's not that I don't have one, it's that I don't remember it," Sanji said. It was true, as far as Sanji was concerned his name was Sanji and that's where the name started and ended. He had no extension to his name, no middle or last one. When you were a system kid like he was, you learnt it didn't matter to have a last name. It'd change every few months anyway and eventually, you'd be nameless once more when you got back. You always came back because no one ever wanted you. After Zeff he just didn't feel like he needed one. It wasn't like he had any special paperwork or anything he needed to sign, there was no reason to have one. Last names were trivial. "Happy?" Zoro gaped at him, but Sanji pushed forward. He knew instantly what he wanted to ask Zoro, but he decided to wait before he jumped onto his main reason for the game. "How'd you get those three piercings?"
Zoro scoffed. "Sixteenth birthday," Zoro said with a shrug. "I wanted to look cool, so I figured—"
"The best way to become cool is to bullet three holes into your ear," Sanji finished dryly.
"Hey, you asked!"
Sanji put another tally next to Zoro's name.
"Okay," Zoro said slowly. "Why'd you start cooking in the first place?"
Sanji thought about it. What did he have to lose telling Zoro? He bit his bottom lip and mulled over his words. What should he say? "I … don't want anyone to go hungry," he said finally. "I know hunger. And it's not pleasant. So I want to help prevent any hunger for others as much as I can," he shrugged. "And if I can only help those in front of me, that's better than doing nothing, isn't it?"
Zoro stared at him. "You know what, Sanji?"
"What, Zoro?"
"You're pretty deep, when you want to be."
Sanji didn't know what to say so instead, he marked another tally. "Who did that sword belong to?" Sanji asked. "Wado, the white katana."
Zoro looked at him. He opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again. He stared at the glass and the bottle of beer. "I …" He seemed at a loss for words. Sanji watched in silence as Zoro took a deep breath to calm his head. He said nothing, knowing Zoro needed to think about this. "I can't tell you that. Not yet."
Sanji nodded and gestured towards the glass.
Zoro winced. He looked away from it and frowned. "I don't want to drink."
"Then tell me."
"I can't!"
Zoro's voice cracked at his words and Sanji's eyes widened. Zoro turned his head away, smacking his hands against the table he stood up abruptly. He looked … fuck, Zoro looked close to tears. "I can't tell you right now," Zoro repeated, his fists clenching. "Maybe I could some other time, but don't make me do this right now."
Sanji didn't want to press the shot into Zoro's hands, but that was the way it worked. Those were the rules, not that there were many.
"I'll drink it," Sanji offered. "This time, I'll drink it for you, but next time you've got to drink."
Zoro nodded, swallowing. He looked like he had just run a marathon, his breathing uneven. He was clearly shaken. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek as Sanji tossed his head back and drank. The beer burned his throat. He personally hated alcohol, he thought on a meal, it was good with small portions, but the rawness of it as it warmed and scorched his esophagus wasn't something he'd like to experience on a daily basis. How Zoro used to drink all the time was beyond him. Then again, many said the same about his smoking.
Zoro blinked a few times, as though trying to hold back tears before he spoke again. "How long have you worked at the Baratie?"
"Fourteen years."
That was three under Sanji, one under Zoro.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Sanji wasn't that curious. Just a little.
"Yes."
Three Sanji, two Zoro.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Zoro asked.
"You can't do that!" Sanji told him, rolling his eyes.
"Can't do what?"
"You can't just ask me a question I already asked," Sanji said.
Zoro scoffed. "Really?"
"Really!"
Zoro shook his head. "I'm not changing my question."
Sanji bit his lip. "Fine. I don't know why you're curious, but no, I haven't."
Zoro raised an eyebrow in shock. "Really?"
"Yes really, now can we move on?"
"It's your question."
Oh. Right. Sanji knew that. Fighting down a blush, Sanji tried to think of something. Anything to ask Zoro. "Why'd you kiss me?" he blurted out. It was the only thing on his mind, wondering why it was that Zoro had done it. It made no sense to him, whatsoever. He couldn't stand not knowing what was going on in that simple mind of that marimo's, so why was this so hard to understand?
Zoro blinked. "What?"
"You heard me. Why did you kiss me?"
Zoro shook his head and took the glass, throwing it back like an expert. He may not have had any serious alcohol in a while, but the man still remembered how to drink a shot. He leaned back forward, the glass hitting the table with a loud thud. He wiped the back of his mouth with his arm and smirked. "Who's the head chef at your restaurant?"
"It's not my restaurant," Sanji told Zoro, rolling his eyes.
"You work at it—"
"I haven't worked there in weeks thanks to you," Sanji reminded him. Though he tried to sound venomous, he couldn't do it. If he really thought about it, where would he be now if Zoro hadn't taken him in? Probably on the kitchen floor, considering the time it was, holding his stomach. He might have been covered in cum again, he'd definitely be crying after trying to hold it in for hours. Would he have cut? Most definitely. God, had he always been this depressing? Shoving that thought out of his mind, he decided to answer Zoro's question. "His name's Zeff," Sanji said. "How'd you get into kendo?"
"A friend."
Sanji: five. Zoro: three.
"You're very vague you know," Sanji told him.
"Fine, a close friend."
"That makes everything more specific, doesn't it?" Sanji shook his head. "Never mind. You ask."
"You said where you lived before wasn't the kind of place that took kids to the movies. Where did you live?"
Sanji took another shot. "When'd you start drinking?"
Zoro's face scrunched up in thought. "Um, I think I might have been fourteen?" He shook his head. "No, fifteen. I really started drinking the year afterwards."
Sanji: five, Zoro: four.
"Since when do you smoke?" Zoro asked.
"Nine."
Six, four.
"Why do you drink?" Sanji asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're an athlete, I don't think it's good for your liver."
"Worried about me, cook?" Zoro challenged.
"You wish."
Zoro seemed to think for a moment. "No idea, really, I'm pretty sure I had a reason, but that was so long ago, I don't even remember anymore." He shrugged. "Not all that important now anyways."
Six, five.
"Your parents, who were they?" Zoro asked. "Some show off cooks or something?"
"Didn't know them."
Seven, five.
"I'm sorry."
Sanji looked at Zoro strangely. "What are you sorry about?" He frowned. "You didn't kill them, did you?"
"What? No!"
"I was kidding," Sanji said. "It's not your fault, there's no reason to be sorry. I hate when people apologize for no reason." He took a deep inhalation of his cigarette. "Wastes my time assuring them there's nothing wrong, which of course makes them think something is wrong. Not everyone's trying to play a big game of reverse psychology, you know." He shook his head. "Anyway, how do you keep out of the press? I did a search on you a while after you started coming to the Baratie frequently, wanted to know if you were bad for the restaurant—"
"I was a paying customer! Besides, what makes you think I'm a bad person? Do I look like some serial murderer or something?"
Sanji chewed on his cigarette.
"Very funny," Zoro said dryly.
"Anyway, there weren't any rumours or shit like that about you in the press. How'd you keep out of it?" Sanji asked.
"You curious?"
"Interested, more like it," Sanji corrected him.
"So you're entertained?"
Sanji smirked. "What do you think?"
Zoro thought about it. "I don't know, it's not that hard to keep out of the press. I just don't give away any personal information, like my address and just avoid the public in general. They rarely ever see me if I'm not at some competition of some sort, so I guess I just never gave them a chance to start rumours."
Seven, six.
Zoro bit his bottom lip in thought.
"Can't think of anything?" Sanji asked.
"No, I'm just trying to chose my words carefully." Zoro thought a little longer. "Why … why didn't you leave? The Baratie, I mean."
Sanji took a shot.
"Oh come on, if you don't answer any of the questions I want answers to, then what's the point of this game?" Zoro asked.
Well you didn't my questions either. What's the big deal with that sword? And why did you kiss me? Why won't you tell me?
The game went on like this for a while and by the time the score was sixteen for Sanji, seventeen for Zoro, Zoro seemed pretty wasted.
Sanji wasn't doing any better either. His vision was starting to become a little hazy and it took a lot of effort not to fall out of his seat. He wasn't used to alcohol and he was sure that as soon as the game was over, he was going to hurl everything out. Maybe sooner, if the game didn't speed along faster. They still had a few questions to go, four for Sanji and three for Zoro. For nearly two hours they had been at it, Zoro stubbornly refusing to answer many questions while Sanji just didn't feel comfortable answering others. He felt as though his tongue was getting a bit loose, or maybe it was just too big for his mouth now so he found himself answering more questions than he thought he would, but he avoided all questions that closely reminded him of the Baratie. It seemed though the drunker they got, the less important the questions were.
"Mine turn!"
Zoro frowned. "My turn."
"S'not your turn, it's mine turn!" Sanji told him, rolling his eyes. He felt dizzy doing so, the whole room spinning. Note to self, don't roll your eyes even when the Marimo's being an idiot, doing so may lead to eyeballs falling out of their sockets.
"Grammar!" Zoro whined. "S'not mine turn, it's my turn. But it's your turn so go!"
Sanji didn't even try to make sense of what Zoro had just said. He had given up on understanding the swordsman. "Hm, okay …" He tilted his head slightly and looked at the green-haired man from a different angle. He had a strong jaw-line and his features were sharp, but they didn't look cutting. His hair was soft, if Sanji remembered right. Reaching out without even giving it a thought, Sanji let his fingers trail through Zoro's hair. Yup, his hair was soft. "Why's your hair so fluffy?" he asked.
"S'not fluffy!"
"Yes it is!"
"No, s'not, take that back!"
Zoro was pouting! Dear God, the man crossed his arms over his chest and his bottom lip was pursed outwards. There was no denying the fact that Zoro Roronoa was pouting. Sanji couldn't help but let out a laugh. "You look funny!"
"You look funny!" Zoro snapped back. "And if my hair really is fluffy, which it's not—"
"Yes it is, Marimo!"
Zoro rolled his eyes. "It's not, but if it is, which I repeat, it's not, cause you're delusional and shit, it's probably cause of the weird shampoo Nami keeps getting me."
Sanji laughed again. If he hadn't lost his mind and knew what he was doing, then he'd realize he sounded like he was on helium and would go and die in a corner out of embarrassment accordingly but apparently, Sanji's good mind was gone off on vacation with nothing more than a Post-It note on the door before leaving him without his inhibitions. "A girl buys your shampoo!" he said with another laugh.
"Shuddup!" Zoro slurred. He stared at the cook before saying, "Hey Sanji?"
"Hmm?"
"Why're you so pretty?"
Sanji blinked.
He felt as though he had suddenly sobered up at Zoro's words, but it was obvious the swordsman was already gone. "Pretty?" he repeated. "Whaddya mean?"
"I dunno," Zoro said. He laid back on the table, taking a strand of Sanji's hair and wrapping it around his fingers. "Your hair's kinda long, ya know?"
Sanji shook his head. "You're just blind," he assured him.
"But I dunno, you look pretty sometimes," Zoro mumbled.
"Sometimes?" Sanji repeated, a small part of his brain actually processing this conversation and labelling it as important. "What do ya mean sometimes?"
"Like … like when you fight," Zoro said. "Like when ya beat someone up, you look real happy." He shrugged, pulling at Sanji's hair again, forcing the blond to come even closer. He could smell the alcohol on Zoro's breath. Zoro let out a laugh as Sanji's breath tickled his nose before he stopped and their eyes connected. He seemed to sober up for a moment. "Hey Sanji?"
"Yeah?"
"You have a really pretty eye."
Sanji's breath hitched. What was Zoro saying? Did Zoro even know what he was saying? Did Sanji know what Zoro was saying?
Instead of dwelling on it, he let out a chuckle. "Oh yeah? Only one?"
"Bastard, that's cause I can only see one!" Zoro told him. He rolled a little more and Sanji backed up. Zoro fell off the table onto the floor with a thud. "Fucking hard floors," he muttered, standing back up. "Whose question was it?"
Question? What's he talking about? We need to ask questions? But then Sanji remembered his proposal which seemed so far away to him and he nodded, thinking back. "Mine," he said.
Eighteen for Zoro, sixteen for Sanji. Or was it seventeen? Had he really answered why he was pretty? He wasn't sure. Eh, didn't matter really, did it?
"Hmm…. oi! Marimo, is all your hair really green?"
Zoro shook his head. "'ve already told ya, it's green!"
"All of it?"
"All of it!"
Sanji smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Prove it!"
Zoro seemed to think for a moment. Then he stood up and began to pull off his shirt.
Sanji was shocked, unable to say a single thing. Zoro seemed to be having trouble getting the shirt over his head, fighting with it before the white shirt ended up in a tangle heap somewhere on the floor.
Sanji stared.
Zoro was … well, Zoro was fit. Not that he really expected anything less from the swordsman but still … There were grooves and dips in Zoro's chest, an obvious six-pack. It was amazing. Sanji stepped closer and gently slid his hands across Zoro's chest, feeling it under his fingers. He barely realized what he was doing and his brain didn't seem to process any of his movements, didn't even seem to register what Sanji was doing. He could see a small trail of green hair leading towards Zoro's crotch area. He stared at it, letting his hands slide over Zoro's triceps when he heard a strange sound. Laughter.
Zoro was laughing.
"S-stop that!" Zoro said, laughing harshly. He gave Sanji a light push and the cook landed on the floor with a soft thud. Zoro giggled. He actually giggled. "It's ticklish," he said through his laughter.
"Ticklish?" Sanji repeated. He wanted to test his theory, but Zoro jumped away with speed and steadiness that no drunk person should have. Zoro yawned slightly. Nineteen for Zoro, sixteen for Sanji. Nah, seventeen. He liked to think he was closer to the swordsman's score than that.
"Okay, my question!" Zoro said. "You stay on that side!" he added, pointing towards the side of the table Sanji was at. "Don't come closer." He seemed to think for a minute. "Did you like it?"
"Like what?" Sanji asked in a haze.
"The kiss."
Sanji stared at Zoro. He couldn't formulate an answer. He couldn't think of one. He knew he hadn't hated it, but he was too confused to come up with a real answer or response to what happened. He couldn't find an emotion he could label to it. He couldn't find a way to describe it. "It was … different," Sanji said.
"But did you like it?" Zoro pressed.
Sanji found his tongue tied, his voice caught in his throat. "I …"
"Cause … I didn't really mind it," Zoro told him. "Dunno, haven't kissed that many different people, so can't really compare that much, but eh …" he shrugged. "Wasn't bad."
Wasn't bad? Great, was Zoro just asking Sanji to decipher his every word? He couldn't figure it out! He looked at Zoro straight in the eye and repeated the one question he really wanted an answer to. "Why did you do it?"
Zoro looked at him with lazy, tired eyes. "I dunno," Zoro said with a shrug. "Dunno." With that, Zoro fell asleep.
Sanji wanted to smack him and tell him that wasn't an answer, not an acceptable one and not one he was allowed to give. It just wasn't allowed! If Zoro was asleep, that wouldn't stop the urge to pound him that Sanji had, coiling in the bottom of his stomach.
Sanji shook his head. He backed away from Zoro and slowly sat on the floor, leaning his head against one of the table's legs. He tossed his head back and held in a scream. He couldn't figure out how to word this, he couldn't figure out what to think of it. He didn't know why Zoro had kissed him, Zoro didn't know … If Sanji knew why, maybe he could put a name to this strange feeling in his stomach. But he couldn't because Zoro didn't fucking know why himself.
Besides, that made twenty. Zoro didn't have to answer any more questions, even if he was awake.
Sanji reached above him and grabbed the bottle of beer. It was their third bottle and it was nearly empty. Tossing his head back, he drank the rest of the contents, his body fighting against him as he forced himself to swallow its bitter taste. It tasted bitter, it made him shiver with its unpleasantness. But then again, this confusion wasn't pleasant either.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but when Sanji closed his eyes that night, falling asleep on the floor for the first time in nearly two months, he had a single thought, one he wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or if it was because of some fucked up Freudian theory.
I wish he did it cause he wanted to.
Author's Note #2: Now for the thank-yous!
Dyloa: I was totally going to correct it the moment you mentioned it, but I got lazy. I will correct it. Eventually. Oh and about you with a translation, if you want, once I get a full grasp on it, I might want to give a go at translating your story into English some time, if you want.
Guest: That's an interesting idea, I wonder what a lady zombie would look like ...
Guest #2: I know, Zoro drinking isn't the greatest thing. I personally prefer characters who stay away from booze and smoking, but Sanji and Zoro are the exception. I know that if Sanji quit smoking though, he wouldn't be Sanji. But I think you'll like a chapter I have planned, though it'll take a long time to get to it about Sanji and his smoking.
JustCallMeLucie: I didn't think the kiss was that long to wait for, I mean, I hoped I kept the story interesting so that everyone reading wasn't just like, "I'll just skim through this till we get to a kiss!" so I like to think I kept the audience entertained, but the thing is Zoro and Sanji is a couple who, in my mind, take one step forward and then two steps back so it might take a while for them to be something.
candetski: I know, right? I always hate it when others use the term "seme" and "uke" in the sense that it's a set role, I think it's good when people switch it up. I remember reading a Harry Potter story about Remus and Sirius and all their friends were like, "who tops?" and then the two turn up and they're like, "Have you ever heard of rotating?"
Sekai Roronoa: YAY! Cause you know, your name IS awesome.
lilcutieprincess: I feel very comfortable about very few animes in terms of writing stories about them, and One Piece is the one I'm the least certain about, but the fact that people like it anyway, that's great! Once I know the series better, I might write a non-AU story for it. Hopefully, you'll be willing to read it to, if I ever do it.
Guest #3: Yeah, I know, people tend to think that. I know that in Naruto, I tend to think Naruto is the uke too. I think it's a blond thing.
Sabinah: Isn't the whole point of writing with updates so that you can shock your audience? I enjoy making characters adorably awkward, it's my specialty so I hope I managed with Zoro.
Nessiebaby: I really like shocking my audience, so I put it there also cause I myself would've gone insane if there wasn't a kiss. But don't worry, their relationship is still developing and will take a while before anything real happens.
Guest #4: I hope when I do write Zoro as an uke, it won't be like those kinds. I'm not that into BDSM and stuff like that. Also, masochism, I like to write about it, but not in terms of sex.
Okay, now for the translation of what Zoro said and then who got that right, who people want during the zombie apocalypse and finally, one last question for you guys.
Okay so Zoro said, to me: "You're really annoying, did you know that? Really, I don't know how I haven't killed you yet!" and then he said, "I know!". So lilcutieprincess, you were close, but not quite, but Sabinah, you got it!
For the zombie apocalypse, here were the results:
Sanji: 1
Zoro: 3
Luffy: 2
I honestly have no clue who I'd chose for the Zombie apocalypse, because if Luffy falls into the water, I'm screwed, but he's really strong. Also, Zoro would be useful, but he gets lost a lot. But he has strong endurance. Sanji would flirt with anything, but he can cook and fight pretty badassly. But I might die from second-hand smoking. I really don't know. Maybe Zoro? But I'm not good at direction either. No clue really.
QUESTION FOR THIS CHAPTER: WHICH DRUNK DO YOU PREFER? SANJI OR ZORO? (based on what's present in this chapter. I suck at writing drunk people, so pardon me)
1st Edit: August 6th 2015
