A/N: Of course! Once I notice that there are new reviews, I'll update another chapter ASAP and I thank you all for the reviews so far.

Answering Guest's question: No, Mihawk is not dating Sanji's mom but has a relationship with her.

Anna: If ever Sanji's wearing girl's clothes? Well haha you will have to read to find out.


It had already been one week since Sanji and his mother came living with Zoro.

The green haired boy pushed past some students as he made his way through a crowd of them near the entrance of his school until he was finally out.

"Zoroooo~"

The boy turned to look around and saw Sanji in one of his usual oversize shirts and shorts, waving at him while the other hand held a small bag.

A few students had glanced in his way. Indeed, even though almost half of his face was covered by his hair, Sanji still had a mysterious...was it beauty? in him and was really…cute. Zoro blushed at the thought.

"Hi Zoro!" greeted the blond.

"I told you not to come to meet me after school!" Zoro snarled but Sanji knew he was faking it.

"Mama told me to! Mama is working. Here, your lunchbox!"

"I told her that I don't need it either!"

"Why? You're going to your kendo lessons, right? Mama said you need energy!" Sanji insisted.

"She already gave me a lot of food for lunch already! I'm not hungry!" he protested.

"But you always eat all of them!" Sanji fired back.

Zoro sighed, admitting defeat. Undeniably, he always ate all the food which were given to him, even asking for seconds during dinner. Zoro could even feel like he had gained a few more pounds with all the food he had eaten in only one week's time. Yesterday even, Sophia, Sanji's mother, had pinched and pulled his cheek saying that he had become chubbier.

"Me? Chubbier?! I can't afford to be chubbier!" Zoro had protested in annoyance and the older woman had just chuckled in amusement at his words.

But Sophia was an excellent cook. Her cakes and desserts were also all mouth watering. Yeah, Zoro never thought that he would be able to enjoy such delicious food on a daily basis. Besides, he would always lick the food container or plate clean. Sophia had even joked that she did not need to wash them since they were so clean.

The curious stares in his back suddenly became really heavy after just barely a few minutes. Zoro could hear what the people were whispering to each other behind his back. It could not be considered as whispering as he could hear them loud enough even though they were meters away.

"…ooh such a beauty…"

"…is it Zoro's sister?"

"…no, it can't be right…"

"…cousin?…"

"..A foreigner..?"

"…who is that kid? She's so cute!"

"…Zoro knows her?!..."

"…how is that boy related to that kid?..."

Damn those curious people! Zoro growled inwardly.

"Let's go home!" he hurriedly grabbed Sanji's hand and pulled him along walking in long-legged strides.

"Zoro! Zoro! How was school? Fun? Hey Zoro?" Sanji called out to the green haired boy. But the latter just ignored him and Sanji resorted to a cute pout.

Knowing Sanji, even if it was only for a week's time, Zoro knew that he would not be able to keep quiet for too long.

Just a few days ago, Sanji had stopped talking in only one word sentences and instead had been very talkative especially around Zoro; talking about almost everything like how the weather was, describing this and that to him, what he did that day, even showing him his picture books, bothering him until late at night and so on. Even so, Zoro would not complain and not even once did. Sure, his annoyed expression was always present but he would never admit that he really liked Sanji's company. He felt nice and comfortable to have him around. And his occasional smiles and stupid grins warmed his heart, slowly breaking the wall he had erected around it.

"Hey! I want to go to your school!" Sanji said suddenly.

"No. Just stay at home!" Zoro snapped. It almost seemed like he was angry.

"Why? Why? Why?" asked Sanji.

"No! You just can't come! My school is-umm- terrifying!"

"Why not?" retorted Sanji. "All kids our age go to school! I also went to school before!" However, Sanji shuddered inwardly at his not so pretty memories he had of his school days.

"Just listen to me!"

"No. I want to be with Zoro!" Sanji insisted. A slight tint of red colored Zoro's face on hearing his words.

Sanji's lips curled slightly in triumph knowing that a bashful Zoro would never be able to argue with him anymore.

"We're home. Go inside already," Zoro said when they finally reached his house.

"Okay. See you later, Zoro." Sanji waved at him. "Oh wait a minute…"Sanji turned to look at the green haired.

"What is it?"

"Why do you always send me home before going to your kendo lessons? Did we not already pass by your dojo?"

"Just go inside already!" Zoro bellowed, ignoring his question. He pushed him rather forcefully inside and Sanji reluctantly gave in.

Zoro stayed in front of the gate until he made sure that Sanji was safely inside the house. He then walked back to the road where they came from and proceeded to the dojo for his kendo lessons.

Of course I should be sending her home! She's a girl! How can she walk alone on the streets? Zoro fumed.

"That's why I tell her that there is no need to come deliver food!" he muttered and started running. "Shit! I'm late," he cursed.

The dojo soon came into view after a few turnings and Zoro slide open the door, shouting: "KUINA! LET'S SPAR!"

"Oh? Up for another challenge, Zoro?" an older dark haired girl came walking into his direction. "Well, prepare to lose again," she smirked. The other fellow students quickly scrambled away for dear life as the two were rather destructive in their fight.

"Bring it on!" Zoro braced himself, his bamboo sword held firmly in his hands.


Zoro winced slightly as he made his way home in the dark. His shoulder was probably bruised.

"Damn that Kuina!" he cursed. He had lost again. It was already their 75th fight and not once had he won against his teacher's daughter.

"Tch." He rubbed his shoulder.

"I'm home."

"…Sanji!" Zoro heard Sophia's desperate voice. "Oh Zoro! Welcome home," she greeted him.

"What is it?"

"Oh it's Sanji."

"What happened?"

"He locked himself up in the bathroom."

"Why?"

"I was just going to give him a haircut."

Zoro raised an eyebrow. A haircut made him locked himself up?

"Sanji is just being so difficult. He despises cutting his hair." Sophia sat down on a chair, looking exhausted.

Zoro's mouth formed an O in understanding the situation. He put down his bag and went to the bathroom.

"SANJI, OPEN THE DOOR! I NEED TO PEE!" Zoro banged on the door, wincing slightly at the pain in his shoulder.

"No. You are lying!" came the reply.

"It's true! I can't hold it anymore! I REALLY NEED TO PEE!" Zoro banged again, shouting a bit louder.

He heard a click and the door opened gently revealing a tearful Sanji. Zoro cringed at the sight of his bloodshot eyes.

"Why won't you cut your hair?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Because…hic…because…I JUST DON'T WANT TO!"

"Your hair is long and messy. Just let her trim it a bit."

"Mama won't just trim it. She'll cut it ALL!"

"Come on. It won't be that bad." Zoro encouraged him, not quite understanding why there was such a fuss because of a haircut.

"It will grow again." Zoro added.

"No!" Sanji slammed the door in his face.

One of Zoro's eyes twitched in annoyance as he disliked being shut at the face.

"San-ji," he growled but then calmed down when he heard Sanji cries from inside and they tugged at his heartstrings in an uncomfortable way.

"Sanji! I forgot to pee! Open the door!" Zoro shouted more desperately again as this time he really felt like going. "Quick! Hey!"

Finally, the door clicked open again. Zoro made his way in hastily and relieved himself.

When he was done, he turned around and saw the blond sitting on the marble floor with his knees under his chin beside the closed door of the bathroom.

"You're making it difficult for your mother." Zoro broke the silence.

"…I know," Sanji's voice was barely audible.

"Why won't you cut it?"

"I hate short hair," he muttered, burying his face in the palm of his hands in between his thighs.

Zoro stared at him, rummaging through his head for something to say.

"Umm, I think it's nice to have short hair and…and…and…don't you feel hot like this?"

Sanji looked up at him and blinked a few times behind his long bangs.

"Yeah, it does."

"But you won't cut it?"

"No!" came the immediate reply.

"What should I do to make you cut it?"

Sanji cocked his head to one side, thinking about his answer.

"In fact," he started. "I'm going to your school tomorrow."

"WHAT?!"

Sanji frowned. "Why not? It's not for you to decide anyway."

"I…I…" Zoro tried to refute but couldn't. What the blond said was true. Why was Zoro so against it anyway?

"Okay. Let's do it like this." Zoro shifted his weight on his other foot. "I'll accept you to go to my school but in return, let your mother do something about your hair, deal?"

"No way!"

"Why the hell are you being so damn difficult?! Your mother is so tired because of you!" Zoro tried to reason him. Zoro had already become attached to the older woman and did not like it when he saw how she looked: all tired and seemed like having gotten older with her messy hair and a few winkles which he had not noticed she had before.

"You will leave me if I cut it!"

"Why the hell do you think I'll leave you because of THAT?! Just go cut it or I'll never talk with you again!" Zoro shouted.

"Noooooo~" Sanji burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Zoro stared at the empty floor where the blond was seated a few moments ago. His tensed shoulders relaxed and regrets of shouting at the blond slowly engulfed him.

Oh no. I didn't mean it like that. What should I do now?...


Dinner time came and Zoro decided to ignore the blond sitting across of him but would still sometimes glance at him. Sophia watched the two as they ate silently and did not know what to say to break the heavy silence.

After eating, Zoro went up in his room to do his homework while downstairs Sanji was obediently having his hair cut by his mother.

He sniffed each time when he saw his long strands of blond hair fell down to the floor but his head felt lighter and lighter, no longer burdened by his previously long hair.

"Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Zoro is mad at me."

"No, he's not really, sweetie."

"He is. He said he won't talk to me if I don't let you cut my hair."

"But. I'm cutting it right now. He'll talk to you," she reassured her son.

"..."

"Well, if you did make him angry, make up with him soon, okay?"

"Okay," Sanji replied and closed his eyes when his mother trimmed his bangs.

"Mama, don't cut the left side."

"I will just a little. I promise I won't cut it all off."

Sanji whimpered a little.

After a few more cutting here and there, Sophia stood up straight and looked at her masterpiece. "You know Sanji, that's how a boy should look after all-"

"Sanji is a BOY?!" came a shout.

Both mother and child turned their heads towards the doorway and saw Zoro's shocked face with his mouth hanging agape.

"Of course, he is," said Sophia, frowning while Sanji raised an eyebrow at his question. Both of them were utterly confused.


A/N: I have to say that English is not really my mother tongue and maybe at times, there will be a few mistakes in the spelling which I have failed to notice, so please excuse me.