Author's Note: Okay so I owe you guys this chapter for a while now but it was much harder to write than I thought it would be. I did make it past 13 thousand words, but just barely. The chapter after this might also take some time, but otherwise, the update schedule should become normal. I took a lot liberty with just about everything in this entire chapter, so yeah ... There's a lot of French in here, but translations are also provided. I'm sorry it took so long to get this thing up, I got sick for a while and then other stuff happened and yeah ... And One Piece has officially made me cry twice. Goddammit, Chopper and his backstory and then the farewell to Vivi ... DAMMIT! Anyway, the responses to the reviews will be below at the end, the trip to France is not over yet, we've still got three and a half more days left. I'm trying to edit past chapters and stuff and I'm thinking about what I'll be working on next, which I'm not sure about so I'll repeat: please answer my poll about my next story, it helps me know what I'll be doing next! I don't own One Piece, or Death Note, or anything else mentioned that I can't remember. Oh yeah, and Oji-san, in case you didn't know, means either "uncle" or "old man". Another thing I want to mention about the French language. "Vous" and "tu". You use the term "vous" when you're either speaking to someone who is older than you, or who is more experienced, or who you don't know well. If you were a student in a French course, you would do something calling "vous-voyez" the teacher, addressing them as "vous". "Vous" and "tu" both mean "you", in a sense, normally "vous" is also used for plural for when you're speaking to a group of people. I guess the "vous" and "tu" thing is kind of like addressing someone in Japan with their first name without any honorific. Zoro "vous-voyez"s all the strangers he meets and they do it to him, but when he speaks to Sanji, he uses "tu". Just a little something to note.


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 of Beautiful Disaster:

Mentions of past horribleness of cooks and such

Getting hot in an art gallery

Nothing else I can really think of ...


Chapter 39: Break Away

Opened my eyes this mornin' with a smile on my face
My arms wrapped around you took me away
And it got me to thinkin' what we need to do
Is take a Sunday drive and drive on through
Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday too
Let's disappear, gotta jet out of here
Feel the wind across our face
We'll have some fun, gonna dance on the run
It's a perfect day to break away

Rascal Flatts, Break Away


Why the fuck was it so fucking expensive to leave the country?

It wasn't as though Zoro was going to take Sanji off somewhere expensive like Rome or something.

Well then again, I don't think I'd mind hearing him speak Italian …

Zoro shook his head. No, that wasn't what he was supposed to be focusing on. Rather, he should be more concentrated on the idea that they had been in a relationship for over three months and they hadn't gone anywhere together except for the grocery store and the occasional kendo tournament. Zoro wanted to leave the country, he wanted to escape everything for a while, see what it was like to being with Sanji twenty-four seven with no interruptions, their own personal schedule where they could do whatever they wanted without worrying about rent or seeing Luffy or dealing with damage control from another one of Usopp's lies.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Zoro slammed his hands down on the counter, trying to hide the blush that was probably starting to surface on his cheeks. "Why? What do you think I was doing?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Whatever Marimo."

"Merde... " Zoro muttered under his breath. "Sanji, how much French do you know?"

"Um, why?"

Zoro grinned. He may not have enough money to go across the world to somewhere like Canada or the Caribbean but he had a few couple thousand euros. "Just tell me, how much do you know?"

"Just standard French that chefs know really," Sanji said with a shrug. "Bonjour, bon appétit, simple stuff like that."

"So when you said mange ta merde to those cooks, did you know what you were saying?"

Sanji shook his head. Zoro found this to be endlessly amusing to him. "You insulted them and didn't know what you even told them?"

"I think they know what I told them." Sanji bit his bottom lip. "What did I say?"

"Mange ta merde, it translates to eat your shit," Zoro said. "I just can't believe you told them that without even knowing. You could've been complimenting them for all you knew."

"Well when you said it to me it certainly didn't feel like a compliment," Sanji said. "So I was kind of hoping that I had actually insulted them and wasn't telling them sweet nothings."

"We're going to have to catch you up on some French," Zoro declared. It was official. Besides, he loved hearing the way Sanji spoke French, as though he was meant to. The way the words came off his tongue did unspeakable things to Zoro.

"What? Why? You're not explaining anything!" Sanji complained.

"We," Zoro declared, slamming shut the traveling manual, "are going to France."


Zoro had almost forgotten how much Sanji enjoyed the sight of a beautiful woman.

"Sanji, this is Vivi, she's Ace's girlfriend."

Sanji smiled at the girl with blue hair. "You're Carue's owner, right?" he asked. "An exotic lady like you having such an exotic pet, it makes perfect sense now."

Vivi laughed. "Ace told me about you, said you were a charmer, I can see what he meant."

Zoro cleared his throat, feeling slightly awkward. "Vivi is the daughter of the head of the Alabasta Air Lines."

"Really?" Sanji asked, his brow raising. It was almost comical to see Sanji's facial expressions when he lifted that absurd eyebrow of his. "I'm sorry to have forced you to take time out of your busy schedule to meet with us."

Vivi laughed. "It's no trouble really." She turned to Zoro. "Now you said you wanted tickets to France?" She shook her head, letting out a soft laugh. "Going off on a honeymoon are you?"

"You know gay marriage isn't legal here," Zoro reminded her.

"I was joking," she said with another laugh. The way Sanji's eyes lit up as she laughed made Zoro's stomach churn. Yes, Sanji was his, they had proven it to each other various times and Sanji loved him, he had even told him so, but it still made Zoro uneasy to see him so flirtatious around women. Further more, it was the way his rather idiotic flirting actually worked. Nami, then Makino, Moodie had liked him, even Vivi! Just about every woman who tended to fall for Sanji's charms was taken. To be honest though, if Zoro were female, he was pretty sure Sanji would be the person he'd cheat on his significant other with. Then Sanji would feel bad for being a home-wrecker and— oh dear God, he was putting too much thought into this, wasn't he?

"Yeah, we'd be going for about a week."

Vivi turned to Sanji. "Parlez-vous français?"

Sanji gave her a blank look.

"I'll take that as a no then."

"You know French?" asked Sanji, confused.

"A little, Zoro taught me a bit," Vivi said. "He said you were a chef, right? You don't know French?"

"Only names of dishes," Sanji admitted sheepishly.

"Well, Zoro'll fix that right up, won't you, salaud?" Though she had just called him a bastard, she said it in an affectionate way.

"Anyway, we need tickets, you can pull some strings, right? I know it's kinda short notice but …" Zoro trailed off and blushed. Was it strange to admit he desperately wanted to get out of the country with Sanji by his side, without anyone to disturb or interrupt them? Probably.

"You'll have them in two days. I can get you tickets for a two-way for France, you just need to tell me when you want to leave. There are a few flights to France coming in the upcoming weeks."

Zoro looked at Sanji. Sanji was a fast learner, he just needed to know the very basics of the French language to get around, besides, Zoro could be his translator. "We can be ready to leave in say … two weeks? Sound good to you?"

Sanji nodded. "I guess, yeah."

Zoro nodded. "Can you get us tickets for a flight for two weeks from now?"

"Of course," Vivi said with a grin. "Should I leave you two alone now? You need to bring Sanji up to date with la langue de l'amour."

Zoro smirked. "Oh, he'll be well-versed by the end of the two weeks."

Sanji felt imminent doom coming upon him at that very moment.


"Okay, let's start with the basics," said Zoro. He hated to admit it, but it was making him giddy, just thinking of Sanji speaking in French, the way he spoke at the Baratie had sent chills down his spine and lead to an almost visible problem that would've been difficult to explain. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Zoro."

"Which means ….?"

Zoro enjoyed knowing something the blond didn't, it made him feel as though he had some strange sort of power over him. "Okay, I just said 'hello, my name is Zoro'. You try it."

"Bonjour, je m'appeel—"

"Pelle," Zoro corrected. "Je m'appelle, not peel. Peel is just … That's not even a word in French."

"Bonjour," Sanji tried again. "Je m'appelle Sanji."

"Good." Zoro tried to ignore the shiver of delight that ran down his spine. "Okay let's see … what else is important? How about ordering food?"

It was almost comical the way Sanji's eyes seemed to light up at the mention of food.

"They have French wine, don't they?"

"Well I should hope they do, it's France after all," Zoro said with a light chuckle.

Sanji's eyes glazed over in a way only a cook's could at the prospect of having French wine from France, while in France. It was almost as creepy as when his eyes became hearts and he started fluttering around the room.

"Hello? Are we getting back to our lesson now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. That's it, I've lost him to the wine side.

"Huh?" Sanji blinked. "Oh yeah, right. You were saying something?"

Zoro shook his head. "Never mind, you know what? We can go to France and you can just learn the language from hearing it."

"I hear the Osaka accent all the time, I haven't picked up all their weird ways of speech."

"I have a friend from Osaka," Zoro said, "and they don't talk weird."

Sanji raised an eyebrow. "Whatever." He went quiet for a moment before speaking again. "There was something you said … You say it a lot now that I think about it … Um … je t'aime. What does that mean?"

Zoro's ears turned red and he turned his head away. "D-don't just say that," he said, rolling his eyes. "Ahou, you don't just throw it around."

Sanji seemed to be lost in concentration, remembering something before he started blushing. "So … that's what it means …"

"What?" Zoro squeaked.

"I think I get it now," Sanji said. "I think."

"W-what do you think it means?" Zoro asked, slowly, almost cautiously, turning towards Sanji again.

"W-well, I mean, what do you think it means?" Sanji spluttered, turning red himself.

"Ahou, I'm the one who knows French, I know what it means!" Zoro snapped. "Do you?" he asked in a quieter voice.

If we're not on the same page right now, this could be very awkward.

"On my birthday …. Before I passed out, we were talking, weren't we? On the porch step, right? I don't remember too much about what happened before I passed out, but you were stalling about something, right? Then you mentioned it again later, you told me … You told me you loved me."

Zoro nodded, the blush spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his neck. It almost looked like a bad rash.

"Before you told me though, you said something. Something in French. I think you said je t'aime."

"And if I did?" asked Zoro, trying to keep his voice under control.

"Je t'aime, it's the same thing, isn't it? As aishiteru, right?"

Zoro played with his fingers, suddenly very interested in a small scar on the knuckle of his ring finger.

"Zoro? Is that what je t'aime means?" Sanji pressed.

"Maybe …"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Ahou, only you'd manage to switch to a different language when it really counts."

"I said it in the end, didn't I?" Zoro demanded, trying to disguise his embarrassment as anger.

"Of course you did, Marimo. After, you know, fumbling in European tongue."

Zoro crossed his arms in a huff. "Yeah well, s'not my fault you don't know the language, I just happened to take an interest in the language. I know a bit of English too, and you know Latin. Who the fuck cares about Latin anymore? It died with the Empire, didn't it? You're going to go all Julius Cesar on me? Wait, didn't that Shakespeare guy write a play with that name? Why the fuck are his stories so sad anyway? And who the fuck wants to be like Romeo and Juliet? They fucking die at the end, and they probably wouldn't have if they hadn't been fucking morons. And I've seen the movie, Nami made me watch it. Those weird puffy things on their arms make them look fucking retarded —"

"Je t'aime, Marimo."

Zoro stood up immediately from his seat.

"Where are you going?"

"Need to take a shower."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Haneda Airport (in Tokyo)

Time: 7:23 AM JST

Time till Flight: 4 hours and 7 minutes


"Why the fuck did you pack so much shit?!"

"It's not shit!" Sanji said, rolling his eyes. "And aren't you a swordsman? Stop complaining, it can't be that heavy!"

"It's fucking heavy when it's loaded with only the Lord knows how many fucking shit-loads of clothes in it!" Zoro snapped. "Get us a carrier thing, we'll just dump this shit on there and then we can get ourselves body checked and all that shit."

Sanji sighed. "Honestly, someone would think you're a foreigner." He shook his head and flashed the woman behind the counter a smile. "I apologize for my friend's behaviour, he's a bit of an idiot." He lifted Zoro's suitcase onto the scale and watched as the numbers rose. The woman put a sticker on the bag before it went off to that secret place that suitcases went after they were weighed.

Zoro gritted his teeth. "My friend"? Since when the fuck was he Sanji's friend? He huffed, shoving Sanji's suitcase onto the scale and smirked. "Told you it was full of shit."

"Don't speak that way in front of a lady!" Sanji snapped. He thanked the woman behind the counter and he and Zoro trudged off to get their bags checked. International travelling, Zoro remembered now why he didn't do it unless it was for the sake of a tournament.

When they got into the line where you were to wait for them to check and make sure you didn't have anything you weren't allowed to bring, Sanji glanced at Zoro.

"You uh, you didn't pack your swords, did you?"

"You think they'd let me fly out of the country while I had three katanas on me?" Zoro asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course I didn't pack them."

"Thank God—"

"In my carry-on," Zoro finished.

Sanji stared at him. "You could get arrested for that!" He ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm planning on leaving the country with a criminal?"

"Look if they knew what you could do with your feet then they wouldn't let you have your legs anymore." And what a shame that would be. "Besides, it doesn't matter, so long as I don't get caught. And you won't tell on me, will you?" he teased.

Sanji shook his head. "Baka, that'd be stupid, then you'd go to jail and I'd have no one to translate everything to me."

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Good to know I mean so much to you."

He put his carry-on into a bin and kicked off his shoes, shedding his coat. He waited for Sanji to do the same, taking his phone out of his bag and placing it in a separate bin. Sanji just stared at him.

"What?" asked Zoro.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean what am I doing?" Zoro gave him a strange look. "Take off your blazer, Curly Brow. And your shoes. Also, empty your pockets."

Zoro slowly took his earrings out as well, placing them in the bin too.

"Why would I have to do that?"

"Because the metal detector might go off if you accidentally kept something in your pocket, dipshit," Zoro said, rolling his eyes. He undid his belt and put it in the bin too, watching as Sanji blushed darkly. "Have you never done this before?"

"I … uh …" Sanji blinked. "I never really needed to leave the country. I have a passport, don't worry, but I just …"

Realization dawned on Zoro. "So it's your first time, is it?" He smirked. "I'll make sure it's good for you."

The innuendo was not lost on Sanji.

"S-so what do I do?" stuttered the blond.

"Take off your blazer and your shoes. If you're wearing a belt, take that off too and empty your pockets. You put the carry-on in the bin and then you're going to walk through that giant machine," Zoro said, making a gesturing motion with his head towards the large machine.

"T-that thing?"

"Yeah, why, scared cook?" Zoro teased.

Sanji glared at him, but seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"D-do I have to?" asked Sanji.

"Well I mean, the alternative is to get a pat-down," Zoro said with a shrug. "Would you like some random bulky stranger patting different parts of your body?"

Sanji looked at the machine. "Maybe …"

Zoro stared at him. "I was joking," he said. The idea of someone other than him touching Sanji in that way, even if the man on duty wasn't trying to be sexual, made Zoro see red. Sanji was his, and Zoro didn't give a damn if he sounded possessive.

"Right …"

Zoro looked at Sanji a tad closer. "You were serious?"

"Small spaces …" Sanji shook his head. "I'm not claustrophobic, that'd be stupid, but … small spaces … They're …" He shook a little as he spoke and Zoro knew instantly that Sanji would not be going into the machine. "Claustrophobia … it's not a phobia, I'm not scared, I'm just … not very fond …"

Zoro rolled his eyes. "You don't need to justify yourself to me. But even if you are going to be pat down, you need to empty your pockets and take off your blazer."

Zoro wondered which Sanji feared more. Being patted down by a complete stranger, or being inside a small, confining space. Sanji had a deep respect for his body, Zoro could understand that, he had come to appreciate his body and didn't want to ever go through the same feeling as he had that horrible day at the Baratie, but was he really more scared of closed spaces than being touched, practically molested, by a man in a uniform?

Sanji nodded and shakily took off his blazer, putting it in the bin and emptying his pockets. Zoro walked through the machine, pleased it did not go off and then gave Sanji an encouraging look as he explained to the man he'd prefer not to go through the machine.

Zoro watched, putting his shoes on, as Sanji was patted down. He saw the way he tensed as the man's large hands roughly smacked his body, over his chest, his legs, his arms. As they ran their big, meaty hands over Sanji's arms, his shirt sleeve rolled up slightly and Sanji jumped away.

The man tried to pull him back but Sanji stepped away from him.

"C-can you not?" asked Sanji in a timid voice.

The security guard shook his head. "Protocol's protocol—"

"The man wants his personal space!" Zoro cut in, stepping through the machine backwards. It went off from his earrings, but he didn't care. "Do you honestly think he's holding a weapon on him? Look at him, the man's a toothpick! You think he'd be a yakuza boss?" Zoro snorted.

"Uh sir," said the woman behind the scanner. "The alarm—"

"Is jewellery a sin?" Zoro demanded. He grabbed Sanji by his arm and quickly pulled him through the machine. "If you think he's some sort of threat to society, take it up with me, alright?" Zoro demanded, picking up his carry-on along with Sanji's and the blond's blazer. "Come on, let's go."

"Zoro—"

"Let's go," Zoro repeated. "C'mon!"


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Haneda Airport (in Tokyo)

Time: 9:42 AM JST

Time till Flight: 1 hours and 48 minutes


Getting to the airport so early in the morning probably wasn't the greatest idea Zoro had ever had. In fact, almost two hours later and waiting at a terminal port had never been more boring.

"Is it always like this?" asked Sanji, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty much," Zoro replied dryly. He turned his head to Sanji. "Play a game?"

Sanji grinned. "How about … Never Have I Ever?"

Zoro snorted. "Something so boring?"

"Well, I would suggest others, except none are appropriate for the public eye."

Fuck, he's going to kill me.

"Fine. Who starts?"

"I will." Sanji bit his bottom lip in concentration. "Never have I ever … Gone to the circus."

Zoro put a finger down. "It was crappy," he added. "Okay … Never have I ever smoked."

Sanji gritted his teeth and put down a finger. "You're trying to make me lose."

"What? Me?" Zoro shook his head as though he were innocent. Of course, they both knew he wasn't.

"Never have I ever … been an alcoholic," Sanji said, sending a knowing look in Zoro's direction.

Zoro shook his head. "Nope."

"Liar!"

"Look, I might've liked my booze, but that doesn't make me an alcoholic—"

"It so does!" Sanji said.

"Okay wait, so if I drink alcohol, then I'm an alcoholic. If I drink fanta, does that mean I'm fantastic?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter Marimo, just put a finger down."

Zoro sighed and did as he was told. "Never have I ever …" He thought for a moment. The thing he realized about this game was that, if he was purposely out to get Sanji, to make him lose, it would be easy. But that would be saying things he didn't want to say. Because of his crazy circle of friends, Zoro had gone on many adventures that involved mind-boggling stupidity. There was that time Luffy decided it would be a good idea to jump on a plane, not knowing the exact destination and just see where they ended up. Or when he decided he wanted to get on a bus and jump off where the most people got off. A pre-historic museum. Fun. There was the harmless fun they got into and then there was the time they dragged themselves into a big robbery and ended up stopping some petty thief. Sanji had lived a pretty sheltered life, there were few things Sanji had done that Zoro hadn't done, including being a waiter. At some point during his freshman year of college he had ended up working at a coffee shop. He was fired four days later, but that hardly mattered, after all, it wasn't his fault the coffee machine was possessed. There were things Sanji had gone through that Zoro couldn't even imagine, none of which he dared to say. He couldn't very well say "never have I ever been raped", that wasn't something you just blurted out in the middle of a game of silliness. "Never have I ever …" He took a deep breath, thinking. "Never have I ever gone to a wedding."

Sanji seemed to be deep in thought as he seemed to search through his archive of memories for his answer. He shook his head and kept his finger up. "Never have I ever been arrested."

Zoro gritted his teeth and put down a finger.

"I thought you said you had to bail your friends out of jail, since when did you land behind bars?"

"Several times actually," Zoro said. "Let's see … disorderly conduct, urinating on private property, setting a pool on fire, wrestling with a cashier at the convenience store, driving without my seatbelt on, being allegedly intoxicated while behind the wheel, doing the electric slide down a bowling alley, bad karaoke singing—"

"Bad karaoke?" Sanji repeated, his jaw practically dropping. "Electric slides?"

"Disorderly conduct, there were too many of those, the urination thing … that was I think sometime when I first got truly wasted, the pool on fire was a crazy frat party. The fight with the convenience store clerk, I don't even remember, I think it was something about how he miscounted my money … I forgot to put on my seatbelt a few times, and even though I had been drinking, I wasn't drunk, I have higher tolerance than others think. The electric slide was a dare from Luffy and the karaoke … I think the bartender was drunk when he filed that complaint."

"I'm dating a criminal," Sanji muttered under his breath.

Zoro grinned cheekily. "Take a walk on the dark side, why don't you cook? My turn," Zoro declared. "Never have I ever … Done yoga."

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Never have I ever … gone to a party."

Zoro put down a finger but stared at him strangely. "You've never gone to a party?" Zoro shook his head. "We've got to change that."

"Oh yes, let's go party crashing in France, why don't we?" Sanji rolled his eyes. "Your turn."

Zoro shook his head. "Nah, I'm bored again." He checked his watched. "It's almost eleven. That gives us thirty minutes. Come on."

"Come on where?" asked Sanji.

A scary grin surfaced on Zoro's lips. "Never have I ever made out in a bathroom stall." Sanji's eyes widened. "Yet." With that, he grabbed the shocked Sanji's arm and dragged him off to the bathroom.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Haneda Airport (in Tokyo)

Time: 10:45 AM JST

Time till Flight: 45 minutes


Zoro pushed Sanji up against the bathroom stall door and pressed his lips against his. Even if Sanji hadn't had a cigarette in a month, his lips still tasted faintly of nicotine. Zoro briefly wondered if it was possible to develop a nicotine addiction without ever having actually personally had any.

Zoro's hands reached up and gripped Sanji's hair, pressing himself against him. Sanji's arms wrapped around him, one of his legs sneakily wrapping around Zoro's ankle and forcing him to stumble even closer to him.

Nothing Zoro had ever done caused such a reaction out of him. He realized in this moment that something about Sanji made him different from every one else Zoro had ever dared to endeavour into a romantic relationship with.

It wasn't that he was male. No, it couldn't be that. Of course, there was a constant reminder; Sanji's tone of voice that made his breath hitch, the light stubble on his chin, his flat chest, his pressing erection, there were many things that made him different from other relationships Zoro had been in, but it wasn't that.

It wasn't that he had been into smoking. Zoro had been with others who liked to smoke, who liked to drink, of course, not as excessively as Sanji, but still, it hadn't been the first time he had tasted nicotine in a kiss.

It wasn't even Sanji's backstory. Though Zoro had never met someone with such a tragic story as Sanji's, it wasn't that that made their relationship so much different.

Maybe it was just Sanji? Maybe it was their development? But somehow, whenever he was with Sanji, others became a memory to him, a name he recalled faintly in the back of his mind, no face, no real tangibility, just a faintly familiar name he had perhaps heard before in passing.

Zoro had had more passionate lovers than Sanji, ones who were less embarrassed when it came to the act of sex. Though Zoro had only been with three people before Sanji, they had all been vastly different. He had been with a woman who was more daring, almost all of his partners were more confident than Sanji. They had a drive, a passion, they were devoted and they were sure of their end goal, nothing being able to stop them. It was determination that caused Zoro to be attracted in the first place. And Sanji had it, he just didn't have the same self-assurance within himself, the same self-esteem that drove the others. He was humbler, he was … fuck, Zoro didn't even know.

It could be the way Sanji always seemed to have an air of mystery to him, even the more Zoro found out about him. The way his curtain of hair seemed to separate him from others, promising secrets and stories that had never been heard before.

It could've been the way Sanji's blue eye sparkled whenever he spoke of something he loved, the way he looked like a child on Christmas day.

It could be the way he kicked ass and came alive when he was fighting, as though his entire being and spirit went into it. He divided his passion between his cooking and his fighting and yet you couldn't tell there was anything missing, it was as though each thing he put his passion into, you'd think it was the only thing.

It could be the way he rolled that cigarette in his hand a thousand times before he decided to light it.

It could be the way no matter what kind of fight he got into, his blazer always came out perfectly pressed and flawless.

It could be the way he had such coarse language and yet was politer than anyone Zoro had ever met.

It could be the way he seemed so innocent and yet corrupted at the same time.

It could be the way he said his name.

Maybe it was the way he would roll his eyes and laugh at you with his eyes sparkling.

The way he turned his head away from a compliment?

How he still refused to sit when it came to entering Nami's house, unless she forced him to? The way he always seemed prepared for someone to go running off, leaving him behind?

The way he gave you a slow, almost shy smile.

How he wrote in the column of all of Zoro's old, dusty cook-books, adding in new ingredients, putting in recommendations until you could almost relabel it Sanji's Cook Book.

The way he'd sit up perfectly straight on the couch, not a slouch in sight.

The way he curled in on himself when he slept, his back facing Zoro on the bed until Zoro repositioned him while he was still sleeping and slowly, the tension left Sanji's body.

How Zoro easily got addicted to the way Sanji so much as breathed.

Zoro didn't fucking know, he just knew that he loved this man more than he had loved anyone before.

"Z-Zoro, we're going to be late," Sanji gasped against him, pushing against his chest lightly to pull him away.

When Zoro backed off slightly, Sanji gripped his shirt, keeping him close still. "Screw the plane," said Zoro, beginning to trail kisses down Sanji's neck.

"C-can't," Sanji said, swallowing deeply. "We need to get on board."

"Dammit," Zoro muttered against the sensitive skin of Sanji's neck. He pulled away when Sanji pulled him back in for a kiss. "You're sending mixed messages," Zoro warned him playfully.

"Come on," Sanji said, pushing away from him and opening the bathroom stall door.

Zoro sighed. Okay, blue balls for a flight, he could deal with that. Yeah, he could deal with that.

Wait …

Tokyo to Paris is a twelve hour flight …

Fuck.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Haneda Airport (in Tokyo)

Time: 11:20 AM JST

Time till Flight: 10 minutes


"Fuck, where's the damn terminal?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Of course you got lost in an airport, it's right over there!" said the cook, pointing.

Zoro squinted. "There?"

"Yes, there, baka! Come on!"

The two men rushed like idiots to the terminal, screaming at the woman behind the desk who was calmly announcing that people from coach could start boarding. Shoving themselves into the line, Zoro and Sanji stood there, trying to catch their breath.

There was a small child who was standing next to them who looked up at Sanji. "Hey, this oji-san's eyebrow's weird!"

Zoro had to stop himself from laughing as Sanji's forehead ticked.

The blond bent down so he was eye-level with the little girl. "What did you just say?" he asked in a rather restrained tone.

"Daddy! This weird guy's picking on me!"

"Wait, no!" Sanji said, hastily. A large man turned around at the sound of the girl's voice just as Sanji stood upright.

"You're picking on my little girl?" he demanded.

"No sir," Sanji said quickly. "No, not at all."

The man nodded slowly. "I hope not, or else you'd get a beating!" The man paused and tilted his head. He turned his attention to Zoro. "What's up with your friend's eyebrows?"

Zoro covered his mouth in an attempt to stop himself from laughing. It was futile.

Sanji glared at him. "Genetics," Sanji cut in. "Sorry for disturbing you."

"She called you oji-san," Zoro said, failing to stifle his laugh.

"I'm not old," Sanji snapped.

"She still called you oji-san," Zoro pointed out.

"You're getting too much joy out of this," Sanji growled.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Haneda Airport (in Tokyo)

Time: 11:35 AM JST


"It's been five minutes, why aren't we taking off?"

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Impatient much?" He laughed. "They don't always leave exactly as scheduled."

"That's stupid," Sanji declared.

"Yeah well, we've got a twelve hour flight ahead of us, so you'll have plenty of time to sit and ponder the world as you sit here."

Sanji rolled his eyes and bit his lip. "What's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"Take off."

Zoro bit his lip and thought about it. "The plane kind of bumps a bit, it's kind of like driving in a car, but suddenly the car's not on the ground. Does that make sense? It's a bit rough, the runway strip, but once you're off the ground, you're fine. It's landing that's a bit tougher, kind of like skidding."

Sanji gripped the armrest of his seat. "Do we really need to go to France?"

"Je voudrais aller avec toi, comme nous avons notre proper nuit de noces." Zoro smirked at the confusion on Sanji's face.

"What did you just say?" Sanji fidgeted. "You just insulted me, didn't you?" He shook his head, his knuckles turning white.

Zoro put his hand over Sanji's. "Look, relax," he told him softly. "It's no big deal, we'll be off the ground before you know it."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," Sanji admitted, gulping.

Zoro leaned closer to him, his breath ghosting over the shell of Sanji's ear. "Have you ever done it in an airplane bathroom?"

"What?!"

"Ha, your voice just cracked."

"It didn't!"

"It did it again!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh come on," Zoro teased. "I'm just playing. Though I wonder how that'd work considering the fact that we'd be in the air. Literally taking someone to new heights, eh? Do you think you could keep quiet? The bathroom tends to echo."

This was fun, Sanji was turning redder and redder, his grip tightening on the armrest for a reason other than anxiety.

"You have no shame, do you?" he asked.

"None at all."

"Bastard," Sanji muttered through clenched teeth.

Zoro smirked. "Look out the window."

"Why would I do that?" demanded the blond. "So I'll scare myself out of my wits?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a complete idiot."

"Yeah sure, take a look, or are you scared?"

Sanji slowly turned his head to the side. "Holy shit!"

Zoro smirked. "Missed the take off, didn't you?"

Outside the window were large puffy clouds and if you looked down, there were only a few things you could actually see properly, a few noticeable landmarks that scraped the sky high and mightily. Zoro watched as Sanji took in the new view, letting his arms snake around Sanji's body as he peered out the window.

Zoro couldn't figure out why, but after telling Sanji his secret he felt relieved. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders. A secret only his friends had known, it made it strange, as though this relationship he had with Sanji was permanent. There was no going back on this one, it was impossible. Sanji knew his darkest secret now, trusting him with it … It may not have been a big deal to Sanji, but Zoro felt as though the blond knew the importance of what Zoro had told him.

Watching Sanji's almost child-like reaction to being in the sky, Zoro realized that he could still proudly say that he had never done anything in his life he had regretted.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Somewhere in the Sky

Time: 1:35 PM JST

Time till in Paris: 10 hours and 30 minutes


Watching Sanji sleep made Zoro feel like a complete and utter pervert.

His entire face seemed to change into something more innocent, more pure. It was almost impossible to believe he was such a foul mouthed man. His expression relaxed as did his body and yet still, he didn't slouch. His hand hadn't left its place on the armrest and neither had Zoro's. Running his thumb over Sanji's knuckles, Zoro found it was strange how a chef like Sanji had such smooth hands.

Zoro hadn't been lying when he said he loved Sanji's hands.

As much as Sanji's legs were drool worthy with their length and power, there was just something about his arms and hands that made Zoro feel giddy. Those small calluses on his fingertips, the scars on his knuckles and palm from some accidents in the kitchen, those marks on his wrists that made Zoro see red, knowing what those damn cooks had driven Sanji to do. The burns and scars from incidents with a burner or a spilt meal, Sanji's history was in his hands. They showed just how much he devoted his life to the art of cooking, his passion and his heart was all there, breathtaking.

Sanji felt fragile to the touch and yet Zoro knew he wasn't, but still …

His eyes moved farther up towards Sanji's bangs.

That asymmetrical face of his was like a secret that he kept from others. His scars on his wrists and arms, those he hid with his blazer, with his sleeves and yet Zoro knew that though maybe some day Sanji could wear those scars with pride, there was no way he'd willingly show someone his eyebrows. It just made it precious to him, and Zoro realized the more time he spent with Sanji, the more his romantic mindset came to him, easier and easier. If Zoro weren't in his own body and were to watch from afar, dear God he'd call himself an idiot. Half the things he said were just plain outrageous and yet still, he said them. Watching that dark blush surface on Sanji's cheeks was so worth it.

And what did the swordsman do, witnessing this beautiful sight?

Why, he poked the cook of course.

"Oi, ahou, get up!"

Sanji opened his eyes blearily and glared at Zoro.

"Had a good dream?" Zoro teased.

"Maybe," Sanji said. He paused for a moment. "Do you smell that?"

"Smell what?"

"There's …" Sanji took a breath before freezing, his eyes widening. "S-someone's smoking," he said. Zoro could see it on his face, the way he registered it.

"Are you okay?" Zoro asked.

"I …" Sanji took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. "I think so …"

"Which direction is it coming from?"

Sanji took a moment to breathe and thought about it. "Behind us."

Zoro unbuckled his seatbelt and lifted up in his seat, turning around. He eyed the passengers behind him, searching for the source of the smoke. Two seats behind them there was a man smoking a pipe. Who even smoked pipes anymore? He was leaning back, lighting up even more. Zoro was beginning to smell it too. He hated the smell of nicotine, he always had. It almost felt like he was the one smoking with how much it surrounded the air. "Hey!" he yelled to the man.

"Zoro, don't," Sanji said. "I'm fine." He looked pale though, he was scared he'd have another attack, Zoro could tell.

"Oi! Bastard!" Zoro yelled, ignoring Sanji's voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, lighting up in here?"

The man glared at him. "Who do you think you are, moss-head? I'm allowed to smoke in here!"

"Asshole, there are other people here!"

"If you've got a problem with smoking, you should've asked for a smoke-free area, ahou!" screamed the man back at him. Zoro wished he wouldn't talk, he was bringing his stinking nicotine breath closer to them.

"Put out your damn pipe, old geezer!" Zoro yelled at him.

Sanji pulled at Zoro's shirt. "It's fine Zoro, I'm okay," he insisted. "I'm not a fucking invalid." But Sanji was paler, his voice sounded a tad horse.

Zoro shook his head. "The bastard's being inconsiderate—"

"Zoro," Sanji said in a firm voice. "It's okay." He took a moment to breathe before shaking his head. "I'm not a girl, I don't need saving. Besides," Sanji craned his neck back. "He looks like he's having a good time."

"He's high, that's why!" Zoro snapped.

"Don't stop him," Sanji said. "I know I hate it when someone interrupts my smoke."

"But—"

"Zoro, drop it."

Zoro folded his arms and huffed like a child. I'm so calling Vivi when we get back. They need a no-smoking policy. "You have your inhaler?"

"For God's sake Zoro, I'm fine!" Sanji ducked his head lower and coughed into his hand. "Just a little woozy."

Zoro nodded, but he felt his stomach clench nervously. "You're sure?" he asked, just in case Sanji was putting on a brave face and bullshitting him, which was completely possible knowing Sanji.

"Fuck, yes, Zoro!"

Well couldn't those words be taken completely out of context.

Zoro sunk in his seat and crossed his arms with a frown. "Fine, whatever." He swore though, if Sanji started coughing or having a fit, he was taking that fucking pipe straight out of that man's hands and throwing it out the window, regardless of whether or not the airplane's windows actually opened.

"Talk to me," said Sanji suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Huh?"

"Talk to me Marimo," repeated Sanji. "Entertain me."

Zoro could think of a distraction for the man, one that was not suitable for public audiences. He thought about it. "Do you think they have anime on this plane?"

"Huh?"

"TV programming. We'd probably have to look under kids though," Zoro said. He pressed on the TV screen in front of him and nodded. "See, right here. There's some anime in here. Crap, I've never heard of these."

"Oh! Death Note!" Sanji grinned widely. "Ready for a marathon?"

Zoro grinned. Sanji seemed to be forgotten the disturbing amount of smoke that was filling up the cabin. That was good, if watching another crappy anime— though Zoro had to admit, not all of the anime Sanji watched was crappy— would have him distracted, then he'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Okay, sure."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Somewhere in the Sky

Time: 1:45 PM JST

Time till in Paris: 10 hours and 20 minutes


"Holy shit what is that?" demanded Zoro, staring at the strange, ugly creature on the screen before him.

"That's a shinigami," said Sanji, rolling his eyes. "We're on a plane, try to respect others, would you?"

"Wait, but I thought Strawberry was a shinigami. He's not that fucking ugly!"

"Shinigamis are very interpretive in anime culture, if you watched Soul Eater, you'd find different looking shinigamis too."

"Soul Eater? He eats souls?"

"Among other things, yes," Sanji said. "Can't we just watch?"

But as always when watching an anime, that was not possible.

"So that weird guy with the weird eyeballs has a notebook which this weird guy in high school— college? How old is that guy with the light brown hair? And who the fuck names their kid Light? That surely means you're in trouble and are going to be bullied, doesn't it?"

"Light Yagami," said Sanji, rolling his eyes. "Who names their kid Zoro?"

"Who the fuck names their kid Sanji?" Zoro shot back. Zoro paused for a moment. "Yagami? As in Y-A-G-A-M-I?"

"Yeah, so?"

"His last name …"

"Yes, I know," said Sanji. "Are you really that immature?"

The show went onwards and Zoro couldn't believe the intelligence they placed on this young boy. If knowledge was power, this Light guy was totally overpowered. "Wait, did he just kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Does he feel no remorse for it? He thinks it's just a coincidence? Holy shit, he's going to do it again?! Doesn't that just make him a killer?" Zoro shook his head. "That book has way too many rules to it."

More scenes passed by and then Zoro's jaw dropped.

"Okay, that book's way too skinny to have so many names in it and still have tons of blank paper! He's going on a killing spree! Shit, he's become insane! He wants to become a god of the new world? Clean it of filth? Do you realize what that means? In the end, he's going to have to kill himself since he's committed all these crimes. Does he feel no ounce of guilt for his killings?!"

"Think of it like this," said Sanji. "You're a powerless teenager, but you're very smart. You see the world around you as full of bad people, your father's in the police force, which means you know even more about crime than others. Suddenly, you're given the power to right all the wrongs others have done. You can get rid of all the dirt that's soiled the Earth, finally make a difference. What would you do in his position?"

"I don't pick up random books that fall from the sky!" Zoro bit his lip. "Should I be concerned that you understand his way of thinking? He's like a total psychopath!"

"Power does weird things to people." Sanji shrugged. "It'd be worse if he had the Death Note and the Geass, we'd be totally screwed."

"What's the Geass?"

"It's from another anime, but basically, it's this thing in someone's eye that gives them the power to command people to do things. The only problem is you're only allowed to ask them to do one thing and you need to have direct eye contact with them."

"Why are there like no female characters in this show?" asked Zoro. "In comparison to those others shows you watch?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Just keep watching."

"Why the fuck is that guy's name just L?"

"What, would you prefer if it was Z?"

"No but what the fuck does it even stand for? He's so anonymous, he's going to fight Light without actually knowing who Light is?" Zoro shook his head. "This is one of those shounen stories where people just immediately make it shounen-ai in their minds, don't they?"

"They do that with everything," Sanji said, rolling his eyes.

"You watch fucked up stuff," Zoro declared. But it was a way to pass the time, so he supposed he shouldn't be complaining. "How many episodes are there?"

"Thirty-seven," said Sanji. "If we had started when we first got on, we'd have had time to watch the whole thing. Instead, we'll be missing the last four episodes."

Through an array of episodes, Zoro just kept making comments.

"Potato chips? Really?"

"L's got a sweet tooth?"

"Did he just touch her ass?"

"HE DID NOT JUST DIE!"

"Why does he sound like a druggie?"

"Light's laugh's insane."

"Light's going to die, isn't he?"


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 1

Location: Over Paris

Time: 11:00 AM JST

Time till in Paris: 10 minutes


"Attention all passengers, we will soon be landing in Paris shortly. Please shut off any electronics you may have, return to your seats and buckle your seat-belts."

"Hey, Blondie!"

Sanji looked up over his chair to see the little girl from the line earlier. "Hmm?" he asked, trying not to twitch.

"Can you tell oji-san to be quiet? He's really loud."

Sanji stifled a laugh.

Zoro twitched. "Did she just say oji-san?"

Sanji covered his mouth to try to stop himself from laughing, not that it did him any good.

Zoro turned to Sanji. "Hey, how are you about landing?"

"What?"

"Are you going to be okay? You seemed like you were really going to freak out during the take-off."

"I did not!"

"Yeah sure, whatever you say," Zoro said, rolling his eyes. He laced his fingers between Sanji's though. "Do you have any gum?"

"What?"

"Chewing gum helps. When you land, the pressure does something weird to your ears and then you have trouble hearing for a while until you pop them, but it's kinda annoying, so if you chew gum, it'll stop the pressure."

Sanji rolled his eyes. "You make no sense." He handed Zoro a piece of gum though.

"You're not going to use it?"

"Why should I?"


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: Charles de Gaulle Airport (in Paris)

Time: 4:00 AM CETZ


"What time is it?" asked Sanji.

"Four in the morning. Seven hour time difference between Tokyo and Paris," said Zoro. He smirked when Sanji strained to hear him. "Should've used the gum."

"Shut up," Sanji snapped.

"You wanna get the baggage?"

"Yeah sure, whatever."

When the two of them got to the moving carousel of baggage, Zoro immediately blanked. "I forgot what the luaugge looks like."

"It's not that hard, ahou," Sanji said, rolling his eyes.

"I haven't seen it in twelve hours," Zoro defended himself. "If you're so smart, why don't you find it?"

"Maybe I will."

"Have fun with that."

Zoro took a seat on the side of the conveyor belt thingy— he really needed to learn its name— and watched as Sanji ran from each side of the machine, trying to find their luggage.

There was a tap on his shoulder suddenly and Zoro looked up to see a woman wearing a large wool scarf. "Excuse-moi, mais pouvez-vous bougez?" ("I'm sorry, but could you move?")

"Ah, oui," said Zoro. ("Ah, yes.") Quickly, the swordsman moved aside for the woman.

"Vous n'êtes pas française, n'es ce pas?" ("You're not French, right?")

"Non, suis japonais," said Zoro. ("No, I'm Japanese.") "Je suis ici avec … mon chum pour une vacance." ("I'm here with my … boyfriend, for a vacation.")

"Bonne vacance d'abord," she said with a smile. ("Have a good vacation then.")

"Merci." ("Thank you.")

"Oi, Sanji!" Zoro yelled to the blond. "Do you have the bags yet?"

The woman rolled her eyes at Zoro's sudden switch in language. It was all in good humour though as she walked away with her luggage.

"Shut up Marimo, there's a lot of black bags!" said Sanji, rolling his eyes.

"Read the tags then, our names should be on it," said Zoro, rolling his eyes in turn. He found he did this much more since he had been with Sanji. He sighed and got up, walking over to the cook. Hauling a random bag off the conveyor belt, he read the tag. "Not ours," he said with a shrug.

"Hey! That oji-san has our bag, daddy!"

Shit. Did those people follow them? Zoro gritted his teeth and waited for the young girl to approach him, holding her father's hand tightly in her own. Did she really have to call him an old man though? He wasn't even in his thirties!

"You trying to steal my daughter's stuff?" demanded the father in a gruff voice.

"No sir," said Zoro quickly.

The man's eyes went up and down Zoro before frowning. "Why's your hair green?"

"Genetics," Zoro said as a weak reply.

When the father and daughter walked away, Zoro could hear Sanji snickering next to him. Oh he was just having tons of fun, wasn't he?

"Shut up," Zoro snapped.

He pulled another bag off the carousel. "This is your bag," he said. "It's got your weird-ass swirls on it." He handed it over to Sanji and waited for the next bag to approach them to check if it was his.

"Hey, where are we staying?" asked Sanji suddenly. "You never told me anything about lodging and that sort of thing."

"Did you really just call it lodging?" Zoro shook his head. "Never mind. We're staying at a hotel, Hotel de la Tour Eiffel, it's near the Eiffel Tower." Zoro squinted. "That's my bag." He pulled it off and turned to Sanji. "We have to run."

"Why?"

"Getting a cab is never easy, no matter which country you're in," said Zoro. "Come on."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: Hotel de la Tour Eiffel (in Paris)

Time: 4:45 AM CETZ


"What do you mean we've only got one bed?"

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Idiot, we've been living in the same room for a while now, it's no big deal," Zoro said. "Come on, if it makes you feel comfortable, you're free to set up a pathetic pillow barrier." Zoro stretched. "Anyway, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and get to bed. Tomorrow we'll go sight-seeing and shit." Zoro grinned. "Wanna join me?"

Sanji stared at him. "W-what?"

"The shower," said Zoro. "Wanna come?"

"Only girls bathe together," Sanji said, spluttering. "It'd be weird for two guys to do it—"

"It's also kind of weird for two guys to have sex, or have green hair, or genetically fucked up eyebrows," Zoro pointed out.

"I thought you were tired."

"Never too tired for sex," Zoro said with a smirk. "Besides, I brought lube, we'll be fine."

Sanji shook his head. "No, I'm tired. I might just go to sleep right now." He paused for a moment. "By the way … what's a nut de noise?"

"Nuit de noces," Zoro corrected him. "It means wedding night. Vacances de noces means honeymoon."

"Are you implying we're married?"

"I'm implying we're pretty devoted," Zoro said with a shrug. "Anyway, I'll join you later when I'm done my shower. Also, if you want you can try to find a Japanese program on the hotel TV, but I'm not guaranteeing anything."

Sanji rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Zoro's back as he walked to the bathroom.

"Don't do that," said Zoro. "You'll need all the help you can get if you want that pillow barrier."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: Hotel de la Tour Eiffel (in Paris)

Time: 11:45 AM CETZ


SPLASH!

Zoro opened his eyes, soaked head to toe in water. He shook his head and frowned. "What the fuck?"

"I don't need to clean the sheets," said Sanji. "This way we'll be able to leave before one, hopefully."

"You're not jet-lagged? It's a big time difference," Zoro pointed out.

"Yeah well I want to go and look around. French cuisine in actual France …" He got that glassy look in his eyes he often got when he was talking about food.

Zoro smiled. "Well, I'm not getting out of bed yet."

"And why not?" demanded Sanji, putting his hands on his hips in a rather feminine way.

"I didn't get a good morning kiss."

"I'll give you a good morning kick if you don't get your ass out of bed," Sanji told him with a glare. "Now come on!" He pulled at Zoro's arm and Zoro pulled back, forcing Sanji onto the bed with him. "The sheets are all wet," Sanji said.

"Whose fault is that?" Zoro teased. "Come on, kiss me," he said softly, Sanji's lean body leaning over his, his beautiful blue eyes taking Zoro's breath away.

"Brush your teeth."

"What?"

"Morning breath," Sanji said. "It's not sexy."

Zoro sighed and stomped out of the bed and into the bathroom, furiously brushing his teeth, twice, making sure there could be complaints about his breath before dashing out of the bathroom again to see Sanji waiting for him, hands crossed. "Get dressed," ordered the blond.

Zoro obediently got dressed, shoving on his pants, hopping around the room forcing his socks on.

"Great. Now let's go."

"What?" demanded Zoro. "What about my kiss?"

Sanji sighed and kissed him chastely on the cheek. "Tada."

"Oh no, you don't get away with something like that!" said Zoro, pulling Sanji in for another kiss, a more forceful one.

He practically melted into Sanji, guiding him with a hand on his neck, angling his head. Sanji's lips were as soft and hypnotizing as they always were, but there was just something sweeter about kissing him in the city of love, with their curtains wide open letting the late morning sun pour in through the windows, the view of the Eiffel Tower through the window pane.

Dear God, Sanji had turned him into a complete sap.

Sanji parted from him, breathing harshly. "T-there," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Satisfied?"

"With you? Never," Zoro promised. "Come on, let's get some of that French cuisine you wanted."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: Le Meurice (in Paris)

Time: 1:55 PM CETZ


"Holy shit this place is expensive," Zoro declared. "Okay you're picking the cheapest thing on here because I don't have enough euros for all of this," Zoro said, frowning at the menu.

Sanji smirked. "French I actually know," he said with a smile.

Zoro rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Just pick the cheapest thing on here, if this restaurant's really that big of a deal then it won't matter if it's cheap."

Sanji rolled his eyes in turn. "You're so cheap Marimo."

The waiter came over at that moment and smiled at the two of them, but his eyes lingered a moment longer, trying to take everything in. "Bonjour, vous-avez commandé?" ("Hello, have you ordered?") Zoro wasn't sure if Sanji noticed it, but the waiter seemed a bit tense. Homophobes were horrible.

"Non, pas encore." ("No, not yet.") Zoro looked at the menu. Holy shit these were high prices. "Ça," ("this") he pointed towards what looked like the cheapest thing on the menu. "Nous allons avoir ça," he said. ("We'll have this.")

"Thanks for ordering for me," Sanji said through gritted teeth as the waiter nodded and hurried off a bit too quickly. "What's his problem?"

"Homophobes," Zoro said with a shrug. "Ignore him."

And though he had said it, there was no denying that Sanji was tense throughout the rest of the meal.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: Le Meurice (in Paris)

Time: 3:00 PM CETZ


"L'addition s'il-vous plaît," Zoro asked the waiter. ("Check, please.")

The waiter came over with the check in hand and looked at the two of them. "Qui va payez?" ("Who will pay?")

"Moi." ("Me.")

"Wait," said Sanji, cutting in. "Are you paying? Cause I'm not letting you pay. This is like Valentine's all over again."

"Yes, except this time, I didn't screw up and choke on a tie and you're not paying," Zoro said, rolling his eyes.

"Est-qu'il y a un problem?" ("Is there a problem?")

"Non, nous sommes perfect." ("No, we're perfect.")

"Stop speaking for me!" Sanji said frustrated.

"It's not like you know any French!" Zoro pointed out. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, now's not the time to get into a stupid fight, okay? Just relax and we'll just keep going, okay?"

"But—"

"But nothing Sanji," Zoro cut him off. "I don't have a lot of money but I want to spent it on you right now so just shut up and be flattered, okay?" he commanded. "Jesus, it's not that hard, is it?"

Zoro knew Sanji would never be selfish. He'd never ask for anything and yet all Zoro wanted to do was give him the things he wanted. Zoro loved that Sanji was stubborn, but for God's sake, sometimes he was just too stubborn for his own good.

Zoro payed the bill and they left the restaurant with Sanji muttered under his breath about a thousand different profanities about how life was unfair and it wasn't right to make Zoro pay the whole bill. Zoro happily ignored Sanji's protests.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 2

Location: A Street in Paris

Time: 4:00 PM CETZ


"Est-ce que tu les vois?" ("Do you see them?")

"Oui, c'est étrange, n'est pas?" ("Yes, it's strange, isn't it?")

"Est-ce que c'est legal?" ("Is it legal?")

"Oui, mais je penses qu'il devrait être un crime." ("Yeah, but I think it should be a crime.")

It wasn't as though they were deaf. Zoro could hear what they were saying and Sanji could too, whether or not he knew exactly what they were saying, the judgement in their tones spoke loud-enough to be heard through the language barrier.

Zoro knew the LGBT rights in France. They accepted homosexuality along with transgender rights, but of course, there were always the traditional, non-accepting population. France did go a long way to understand that homosexuality wasn't a crime against the Church or anything of the sort, but still, there were the orthodox people who were narrow minded.

Zoro gripped Sanji's hand a bit tighter in the streets, but he could see Sanji was even more tense.

"Zoro …" said Sanji in a quiet voice. "Is it strange?"

"Is what strange?"

Sanji took a deep breath and Zoro knew exactly what was coming, he just hoped Sanji wouldn't say it. Sanji closed his eyes and after a moment of pause, the word left his lips. "Us."

"No," Zoro said. "No, not at all." Dammit, what was he supposed to say? He knew that this wasn't the same problem he had with Usopp. This wasn't a matter of emasculating one of them, it was a matter of them as a whole, of how they were perceived by the public and how it looked in other people's eyes to see two men walking down the street hand in hand, leaning close to each other to whisper.

This wasn't a matter of who was more masculine, or who "bottomed" or "topped", this was about the relationship being homosexual and being judged by others eyes. This was about what the public thought of them, about whether or not it was normal to see two people of the same sex acting like a heterosexual couple. This was about whether or not what they were doing was wrong.

"But … The waiter and those people …"

"Look at me Sanji," Zoro said, stopping. He turned to the blond and held his shoulders with his hands. "Listen to me." His eyes connected with Sanji's and he watched the cook breathe, making sure it was even and controlled. "There are people who think things like us are unnatural, I can admit that. But come on, we're used to it, aren't we? Green hair, screwed up eyebrows, we're monsters, remember?" The way he said it, the words he used, though he said the word "monster" it sounded more like a joke, more like a term of endearment, as though being a monster was like being part of a special club that only some people had access too, it was something special.

"But Zoro—"

"Je t'aime," Zoro said softly, pressing his forehead against Sanji's. "Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. Aishiteru. I don't care how many times I need to tell you this until you believe me. I don't know how many times it'll take for me to convince you tu es beau. You're beautiful. I don't know what it'll take, but I'm willing to do anything to convince you. Sanji, do you remember that list?"

Sanji nodded slowly.

"Fifteen," Zoro said. "Tell me number fifteen."

"My eyes," Sanji said softly.

"Yes, I love your eyes," Zoro told him in an even quieter voice. "And I don't want to see them cloud with doubt the way they are now, do you understand me?" Zoro asked him. "Your eyes are beautiful when you're sad, but you're absolutely breath-taking when they light up. I don't ever want to see you that way, not when I know I can stop it."

Sanji rolled his eyes and turned his head away, but Zoro held onto his chin, forcing him to look at him. "We're in public, ahou."

"So?"

And Zoro kissed him.

It wasn't heavy, or harsh. It was gentle and sweet, hesitant. Sanji could pull away if he wanted to at any moment. Zoro's body leaned forward, almost sheltering him from prying eyes as he kissed him. Though it was soft and sweet, it was filled with passion. There was an unspoken promise in this kiss.

"I'll never give you a reason to doubt me, never."

When they pulled away, the message had been received.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 3

Location: Louvre

Time: 1:00 PM CETZ


Getting lost in the Louvre wasn't what Zoro had planned for them, but of course, it happened anyway.

"How did you lose the tour guide?" demanded Sanji.

"I was just looking at that fucked up artist—"

"It was Picasso and he isn't fucked up!"

"Then explain to me why the hell his art looks so screwed up!" Zoro shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "Never mind that, just … argh, I can't believe we're lost!"

"It was bound to happen with you in France and all," said Sanji, rolling his eyes. "We all know you have no sense of direction."

"You can shut up," Zoro huffed, crossing his arms. He looked left, right and then forward. "This way," he decided, turning sharply to the left.

"Wait! They say when you get lost the best thing to do is stay where you are," said Sanji but Zoro didn't listen and instead the blond had to follow him so that at the very least, they were lost together.

"Okay wait, we saw the Mona Lisa already, so we've been here before," declared Zoro. He squinted. "I think the picture's no good, it's all foggy."

"It's an art style," said Sanji, rolling his eyes.

"You know, I hear they say that she's a man, or something like that. There's a whole book about it," Zoro said to himself more than to anyone else.

"Whatever, you're weird."

"Said by the man with screwed up eyebrows."

"You have no room to talk, your hair's green and it's natural!"

Zoro grumbled under his breath something about weird screwed up genetics before turning another corner. "That's uh …" He tilted his head to the side. "Have I seen this before?"

"Starry Night? That's Van Gough, it's pretty popular, you might've seen it online or something."

"Why do you know so much about art?"

"Why do you know so little and yet went to an art museum?" Sanji shook his head. "Starry Night is just basic knowledge anyway."

Zoro leaned against the wall and sighed. "How about we play a game?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "What game? We're lost, how about we find our way back to the tour-guide?"

"It's not like you understood half of what she said anyway," Zoro said, rolling his eyes.

"I did too!" Sanji said, blushing. It was clear he didn't but Zoro decided to have a little fun.

"Okay. J'aime les peintures. What did I say?"

Sanji frowned for a moment. "Gem? No wait, j'aime …" He shook his head before snapping his fingers. "You love painting!"

"Wrong. I said I like paintings, not painting, but paintings."

Sanji nodded. "Yeah you'd look weird if you were wearing paint-splattered clothes. But wait … You said je t'aime means I love you, so then how come you meant like?"

"Unlike Japanese, there's no difference between like and love," Zoro said. "Aimer, it's a verb which means either to like, or love. Depending on the context, you can interpret it in different ways." Zoro frowned for a moment. "Okay, think of it like this. Suki and daisuki they both mean like, right? Suki being the verb like, but aishiteru means love, right? Aimer is like aishiteru and suki, depending on context, you'll know which term you say. Except the problem is when you say you like someone and then they might think it means you love them … I've had a couple of problems with that …"

Sanji nodded slowly. "Okay, I get it. So … if I said je t'aime, I could either be saying aishiteru, or daisuki."

"Yeah, basically," Zoro said with a shrug.

"Okay then … Dakara … je t'aime."

Zoro stared at him. "Wait, did you mean—"

"You'll never know Marimo," Sanji teased with a grin.

Goddammit, this man would be the death of him.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 3

Location: Louvre

Time: 2:45 PM CETZ


"It's been almost two hours," declared Sanji. "They still haven't found us. What are we supposed to do now?"

"Count tiles on the ceiling?" Zoro suggested.

"Zoro."

"We could make out …" Seeing the look on Sanji's face he rolled his eyes. "Never mind that then. Where are we now?"

"Abstract art section," declared Sanji.

"How the fuck does that painting have such high worth? It looks like someone puked colours on it."

"It's abstract," Sanji said, rolling his eyes. "It's supposed to be a bit crazy."

"Like Picasso?"

"Yeah," Sanji said, pulling his knees into himself as he sat with his back against the wall. "I guess you could call it that."

"Hey Sanji?"

"Hmm-ph!"

Zoro had quickly leaned over and placed his mouth over Sanji's, holding his chin in his hands. His neck was at a weird position, but hearing Sanji speak French, or about art, or just hearing Sanji's voice, gave him quite a few problems down below. He needed to quench his thirst at least a little bit.

"Z-Zoro!" Sanji said, pushing against Zoro's chest lightly. "We're in a museum!"

Zoro moved from Sanji's lips to his neck, burying his head in Sanji's neck. "So? No one's around."

"The paintings are watching," Sanji hissed.

"Better put on a show then," Zoro chuckled, biting down on Sanji's collar bone lightly. The blond jerked upwards and let out a moan. He was biting his lip trying to hold it in. How cute. Zoro wouldn't let him. The gallery echoed, this could be fun.

"S-stop it …"

"You don't want to be heard, do you?" Zoro asked. He pulled down the side of Sanji's shirt and bit the junction between his neck and shoulder harshly.

"Haa!" Sanji screamed, covering his mouth but the sound already echoed through the gallery.

"Wouldn't want to be heard, now would you?" Zoro teased.

"B-basta— oh, shit …" Sanji's head went back and he closed his eyes, letting himself feel Zoro, becoming acutely aware of the green-haired swordsman whose lips were currently attached to his neck.

In the city of love, in one of the most famous museums in the world, in the abstract art section on the floor, kissing his lover's neck while trying desperately not to lose so much control that he ripped his clothes off right then and there, Zoro found he now had a bigger problem than when he first started.

Zoro pulled off of him, breathing harshly. He clenched his fists as his side, trying to keep a cool head. This so wasn't working. Maybe this hadn't been the greatest idea he had ever had.

Sanji leaned over him this time, looking at Zoro's flushed cheeks. "Got a problem, Marimo?"

"Connard," Zoro muttered. ("Bastard.")

"Did you just call me a duck?" (duck is "canard") Sanji shook his head and grinned. "Never mind, want a little help?"

Zoro's eyes widened.

Was this really happening to him? It couldn't be, no that'd be ridiculous. Sanji wasn't about to suck him off in the middle of the gallery of an art museum, no that'd be ridiculous.

"M-maybe …" Zoro was pretty sure his face had never been more red.

Sanji nodded and he leaned down, kissing Zoro softly.

Zoro let himself submit to Sanji's kisses, feeling his head go light-headed. His hands snaked around Sanji's neck, pulling him closer. Sanji's hands moved to Zoro's chest, under his shirt, across his torso. Zoro's breath hitched. He couldn't breathe, he felt as though he was going to die from lack of oxygen and he didn't find he minded all that much.

"Shit … Sanji," he gasped as the blond's hand move lower.

Holy shit, is he …?

Sanji's hand moved to Zoro's crotch and holy fuck, he was actually starting to jack him off.

Zoro found himself arching into Sanji's touch, his breathing laboured. "Ngh …" He gripped Sanji's shoulders, trying to steady himself. He felt like he could pass out at any moment.

"Is it good?" asked Sanji in that sweet, innocent tone of his.

"Too good," Zoro gasped. "I'm pent up, if you don't stop I might … Shit …" He was so close, Sanji had to know that, the way he tensing, the way he was practically turning into a puddle.

The cook kissed him, his hand slowing down. Zoro bucked his hips, wanting more friction as Sanji slowly kissed him in a way that could only be called blissful torment.

Sanji's hand pulled away just when Zoro was going to cum, leaving him high and dry.

"Fucking tease," Zoro said through clenched teeth but he was smiling.

"Ils sont ici!" ("They're over here!")

Sanji scrambled off of Zoro and stood up, acting overly proper when the tour-guide and the tourists rounded the corner. "Je suis désolé que vous étiez perdu," she said. ("I'm sorry you were lost") "C'était ma faute." ("It was my fault.")

"C'est pas un problem," Zoro said. ("It's not a problem.") He shrugged, playing it off while hoping no one could tell his state of arousal. "Nous ne sommes pas blessé, donc vous avez rien de sentir mal de." ("We're not hurt, so you have nothing to be sorry for.")

Of course, they weren't hurt. Nothing really hurt. Except his balls.


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 4

Location: A Street in Paris

Time: 10:25 AM CETZ


"I think it's a miracle, we're up so early and about," declared Sanji with a grin. "Look at that, we have a while to go before lunch and we're already outside!"

"Hey Sanji," said Zoro slowly, an idea hitting him. "Remember when I told you about savate? I said it was a form of French kick-boxing, fought in the streets." He grinned. "Wanna fight in the streets of France?"

Sanji stared at him. "W-what?"

"Come on, hit me with your best shot."

Sanji gaped. "B-but—"

"But nothing, come on, I know marital arts, I can hold my own without swords. Let's see how your kick's doing. Are you getting rusty?"

"Bastard!"

SWOOSH!

Sanji's leg came around to hit Zoro but missed him. Zoro had dodged out of the way quickly and grinned. "Losing your touch, eh cook?"

"You can shut up, Marimo!" Sanji said, aiming another kick at Zoro, this time aiming for Zoro's abdomen. Jumping back quickly, Zoro avoided the hit. "You're not doing much better, just dodging. What's that going to do for you?"

"Give me something I can work with then, cook!"

SLAM!

Sanji's foot hit the pavement harshly as tried to trip Zoro, but Zoro grabbed his foot as it was in the air. "Asshole," Sanji said through gritted teeth.

Zoro pushed back at Sanji's foot, bringing the cook off-balance. Sanji wavered for a moment before collecting himself again. Zoro went to strike a punch but Sanji delivered a blow to Zoro's elbow. There was a cracking noise, as though it was dislocated.

"Oh shit, did I hurt you?"

Zoro smirked and rolled back his shoulder, the joint relocating itself back in place. "You think you can hurt me, eh, Curly Bow? Think again."

Sanji flung himself onto the cobblestone streets, lifting his legs and swinging them around to do a round-house kick. Zoro flipped over him and went to kick at his arms to bring Sanji to the ground but the cook jumped back quickly.

At this point, others had began to take notice of their little fight.

Street performers on the streets of Paris were not unusual, not in the very least but with the fire and passion the two were putting into the fight, some were uncertain whether it was really a fight for show or if they were serious.

"Comment se battre cet homme là?" ("How's that man fighting?") asked a woman in a hushed voice.

"C'est savate, je pense," ("It's savate, I think.") replied the man next to her.

"Il regarde française," ("He looks French,") admitted the woman.

"Mais l'autre, il est japonais," ("But the other one looks Japanese,") said the man.

"Une minute, ça … c'est pas le savate." ("Wait a minute, that … that's not savate.")

"Vous-avez raison, mais ça regarde presque la même." ("You're right, but it looks almost the same.")

"Qui sont ils?" ("Who are they?")

Zoro didn't pay attention to their voices and instead made an attack at Sanji's head with a well-aimed punch. Rather than hitting him though, he got the very end of his shoulder-blade. With his effort he teetered forward in surprise and was caught off guard.

Sanji managed to get a nice kick to Zoro's jaw.

The swordsman staggered back. He felt safer when he had his swords on him, but clearly he couldn't have them on him now. He made an attempt at a kick at Sanji, but it was pointless to try and kick someone who's main expertise was in kicking.

CLASH!

Zoro's foot connected with Sanji's and they both stood with one foot in the air, trying to block the other. Sanji twisted his body and Zoro lost balance, falling on the ground, his head barely missing contact with the concrete.

"Il n'utilize pas ses mains!" ("He doesn't use his hands!")

"Papa, montré moi comment faire ça!" ("Daddy, show me how to do that!")

Zoro grinned, sitting up straight and laughing. "Good fight?" he asked with a grin.

Sanji nodded, helping him up onto his feet. "Warmed up yet?"

"I'm awake," Zoro said with a grin. "You?"

"Never been more alive."


Magical Fun France Adventure Day 4

Location: Hotel de la Tour Eiffel (in Paris)

Time: 9:43 PM CETZ


"AH!"

Zoro immediately ran out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped poorly around his waist to see Sanji standing on the bed, shoes and all, looking like he was shaking. Zoro looked around for the pest, but found nothing.

"What the fuck are you doing?" demanded Zoro, raising an eyebrow at him.

"S-s-s …"

"S-s-s?" Zoro repeated. "What are you saying? I need you to talk to me, properly."

Sanji was breathing harshly and his face was paling. It was clear he was about to have a panic attack. There was no smoke in the room, he wasn't doing anything strenuous, so what was the source of his panic? Zoro looked around the room frantically. He couldn't calm Sanji down properly until the threat was gone.

Zoro grabbed Wado from the closet and raised it above his head. "Where is it?" he asked. "What's scaring you?"

Sanji pointed, his throat seeming to be unable to work.

Zoro stared, squinting.

There was a spider. It wasn't a Daddy Long Legs, nothing poisonous, at least, not as far as Zoro knew, and it wasn't a tarantula, but clearly it was scaring the crap out of Sanji. With the hilt of his sword, Zoro crushed the insect in one swift move before moving onto the bed.

He slowly lowered Sanji from his standing position so that they were sitting on the bed and turned to him. "Sanji, it's gone," he said in a calm voice. Sanji's quickened breathing was freaking him out, but he had to stay calm or else things would get bad. "Listen to my voice Sanji, okay? You have your inhaler? Where is it?"

Sanji pointed to the drawer in the bed-side table.

Zoro opened it and tried his best not to look like he was rushing or panicking. Taking it out, he handed it to Sanji. "You know how to use it?"

Sanji nodded.

The blond took the inhaler out and placed it in between his lips, breathing in deeply. One of his hands gripped Zoro tightly and Zoro let him, despite the fact that his knuckles were turning white and his hand felt numb.

He didn't know what he could say to Sanji so instead he said nothing and opted to stay silent, rubbing his back in slow, circle motions.

It took a while but Sanji let go of his inhaler and his killer grip on Zoro loosened.

"Better?"

"Yeah," said Sanji in a quiet voice. He turned his head away from Zoro. "I … You can laugh at me, if you want."

Zoro shook his head. "So you're scared of spiders, big deal, it's a pretty common thing."

"It's not just spiders," Sanji admitted. "It's just … I don't like bugs. At all. They're disgusting and just … I don't know, they disgust me." He shivered at the thought. "I know it's stupid."

"If you think it's a logical fear, then it's logical. It could be worse, you could have the fear of laughter, that would be a pretty sad life," Zoro joked softly.

"But you … You don't seem like you're scared of anything."

Zoro shook his head. "No, I'm scared of tons of things," he said. "I'm not too fond of asking for help or anything like that, I like to think I'm independent—"

"But that's not a fear, that's a way of liking things, that's a matter of pride," Sanji pointed out.

"I'm scared … I'm scared of being alone," Zoro said softly. "I'm scared all my friends are an illusion, something I've created so that I'm not in complete isolation. I'll be left alone, that the people I love will leave me, that they'll be better off without me …" He bit his bottom lip. He didn't like talking about these things. "I'm scared of losing control, of letting myself be because if I do, people might leave me. I fear waking up alone and finding out everything's been a dream … I'm scared … I'm scared of not being able to do anything, of not being able to save the ones I love, I'm scared … I'm scared I can't protect others, like I couldn't protect her … I'm scared I won't get to tell everyone everything I want before I don't have the chance anymore. I'm scared … I'm scared of missed opportunities, that I won't see the problem before it's too late …"

Zoro took a moment to breathe and gave Sanji a smile. It was forced. "See? I get scared sometimes too."

Sanji stared at him, unable to speak.

Zoro closed his eyes, waiting for Sanji to call him weak or pathetic, to leave him. He knew deep down he'd let him go, just so he could be happy elsewhere but dear God would it kill him.

"Zoro …" His voice was so soft, so sweet. Zoro memorized each syllable, the way he said his name, making sure he'd never forget it. "I want to do it."

Zoro's eyes opened in surprise. "What?"

"I want you to make love to me." Sanji took a deep breath. "I want you to be on top."


Author's Note #2: The thank-yous!

Raigon: Well I find that in comparison to other stories, the speed that Zoro and Sanji's relationship is developing at is better than most, but yeah, I guess you could say it's like that. I don't know, I really wanted to bring up LGBT rights in Japan so I brought up gay marriage.

to answer setkia's poll: Busier? Dear God, I don't know how to respond to that. I guess it might be because what's going on in Sanji's head is so much more than Zoro since Zoro's main focus is Sanji and Sanji's dealing with his whole past more than Zoro is.

Shizuka Taiyou: Half of the conversations they have are either based off ones I've had with my friends, or conversations I want to have or I feel I need them to have in order to make fangirls heads explode. Yup, that's my conversation criteria. Was it you who said Sanji should have an attack caused by a bug? Well, it's in here now.

crystalbluefox: Okay so here's the thing: I tend to obsess over characters, a lot. And it's almost never the main character. You know the Hunger Games? Peeta, totally obsessed with him. I don't know, I think it's the main male character, or a male character I think who doesn't get enough light and then tada, I'm obsessed with them so trust me, I know what you mean when you say you like the character who isn't the main one. That's a pretty good point with the whole sharing thing, and interesting quote to share. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you really like this story! I'm literally (well no, not literally) exploding with happiness right now. And I read the chapter 14 before the revision cause I read your story, skipped the empty chapter, which made me feel incredibly bad but kept going. I was wondering if I could help you a bit in some revisions, I noticed a few mistakes you make and I realize as your kouhai, that sounds like a stupid request, but I really would like to help you fix up some grammar things and occasional problems. Your main problem is the occasional tense switching thing. Sorry if I'm over-stepping boundaries mentioning this, it's just cause I really love your work! Also, I used your idea,sort of, of Sanji trying smoking again. Well, it was more that man smoking his pipe, just getting Sanji near nicotine again and realizing the affects it has on him.

I'mSecretlyANinjaTimeLord (x2): I am so glad! And I totally forgot that about leprechauns ... Whoops.

Ringochan94: So uh yeah, I had fun with this chapter as well and Kuina had a few different past stories as her background, one involving Zoro and his scar from Mihawk being because he fought Mihawk and couldn't win and he got hurt trying to help Kuina and then she got killed, but yeah, I like this idea better that I used.

Kiera jones: Um ...

Nachtwolke: I do like Kenshin, so yeah, you should check it out. As for the math textbooks, it's breaking my back bringing them to school ...

lilcutieprincess: Interesting idea ...

Random Person: are you also the one who answered my poll?

Okay so the age thing ... Dear God I don't want to say it. Mainly because I feel like I'll disappoint you all. It's complicated. Okay, let's see ... how can I answer this? I live in Canada, in Canada, you become legal to drink at age 18. I am not at that age yet. I'm in high school, which puts my age from 12 to 18, but I just said I'm below the age of drinking. I think that's all I'll tell you because I think your respect (if you have any) for me will decrease if I tell you my age ...

Okay question: So, Sanji decided to ask Zoro about doing it! Do you think he's going too fast to let Zoro have him? How do you think Zoro'll do it? I'm just curious about your predictions.