The first fight

They finally reached Zoro's place after two hours because the idiot marimo just had to get lost even going to his own place- he should really drew him a map or some shit like that. Anyway, Sanji fell to the warm couch with a moan of relief and comfort. Zoro look at him weirdly but didn't say a word.

"Is it that good?"

"Shut up! You not the one who slept outside all night! So shut up and let me enjoy this a little."

"Okay then, take your time enjoying the couch, curly" Zoro laughed at him.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Sanji shouted and threw a pillow at him, which Zoro easily avoided and went to the bathroom.

After some time, Sanji decided to check the kitchen. He was very hungry, and he was sure Zoro was too, so he might as well cook both of them a good meal. But when he entered the kitchen, his eyes went wide and a scream burst out from his throat.

"You shitty marimo head! What have you done to the poor kitchen?! I'm going to kill you! You are so dead!"

Zoro peeked from the bathroom to see what all the screaming about.

"What is it with you?! Why are you screaming, you crazy curly?!"

"The kitchen asshole! What have you done to make it in such a bad state?! What has the poor kitchen ever done to you to deserve such treatment?! You horrible marimo, you should be ashamed of yourself! Don't you have any respect for what you eat?!" Sanji scolded him. He never seen such a bad state for a kitchen in all his life. Even after a fire, it wasn't as bad as this one.

"What is your problem?! It wasn't my fault, I was hungry and tired…Just shut your trap! We can order out something." Zoro's answer just make Sanji blood boil.

"No ordering out any junk! From now on we have new rules in this house – you are not allowed in the kitchen under any circumstance other than eating what I make! Is that clear?!" Sanji declared and crossed his arms angrily. Of course, Zoro didn't accept that and yelled back

"But this is my house and my kitchen; I do what I want in my house! Don't tell me what to do in my own house, asshole curly!" They both glared hard at each other, no one willing to back down or submit to the other. They both had fire in them, and they were not afraid to go all out on each other.

"No! This is my kitchen now, and I forbid you to ever come in it or even try cooking ever again! If I catch you in there, cooking, I will break your neck and your hands! Got that stupid marimo?!"

"What the hell…but this is…"

"That's it! Now stay out, or I'll kick your ass!" Sanji finished and went in the kitchen. Zoro was so pissed off at him that he wanted to deliberately go in the kitchen and annoy him but remembered he still needed to go to his part time job. Damn him and his stupid rules, he shouldn't have let him in no matter what! Zoro was already regretting his poor decision, but he couldn't change it now. So with a very angry growl, he took his bag and slammed the door with anger, not caring if he broke it or the neighbors heard. The asshole cook was lucky Zoro had such huge self control over himself because he would have strangled him right there in that kitchen.

After that nasty fight, Zoro wore an angry frown all day, and no one dared to come near him or talk to him. He was glad they didn't because any small thing could make him snap right now! And it was all the asshole cook's fault, as usual. It's all his fault! And when he finished this shitty job, he going to cut his thin ass to pieces. Yeah, that ass wasn't so bad, Zoro didn't mind to having that around, but enough was enough.

Fuck, what the hell was he thinking?! Great, now the asshole cook was screwing with his brain too.

But Zoro could not expect what he saw when he came back home: the whole house was sparkly clean and tidy, and he could smell a very good smell from the kitchen. He did eat in his friend's house sometimes, but not too often. And smelling this amazing smell made him drool with hunger, so he could not be angry anymore like he so wanted to be.

Sanji came to greet him and said the "welcome home" kind of thing that was totally embarrassing to no end and made him blush! Damn him and his ability to turn Zoro ninety degrees opposite of what he was feeling to him all day.

Sanji led him to the kitchen with silence and didn't look at him. After they arrived, Zoro saw a warm and probably delicious soup, two types of salads, fruit salad, and some nice decorated cookies in a kitchen that wasn't his or at least he wasn't sure that was his. The kitchen was so clean and just looked…different. Sanji stood next to the chair with a low head.

"I…was waiting for you" he said with quiet voice.

"Y...yeah?"

"I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did."

Zoro sighed deeply. This guy will be the end of him. He was sure of that, but he was glad to have him around even if he annoyed him to no end.

"It's fine, curly, let's forget about this. Anyway, is this really my kitchen, or did you buy a new one?" Zoro asked and started to eat since he couldn't wait anymore to dig in all this food. Sanji sat beside him with puzzled look

"No…this is your kitchen, I just cleaned it up and arranged it a little. You don't have many tools for cooking, so when I have a job, I will buy us some good tools."

"I can buy it too, just tell me what you need," he said slowly with his mouth full, and Sanji sighed.

"No talking with your mouth full, stupid marimo. Did no one ever teach you manners?" Sanji remarked and started to eat as well but more slowly and calmly.

"Bite me," Zoro answered and smirk, and they continue to eat in silence. After the full tasty meal, Zoro helped Sanji with the dishes and then laid down on the couch, satisfied and ready to sleep right there. But before he could Sanji bent down to his face and put his hand on his arm.

"Oi marimo, don't fall asleep on the couch. You have a bed for this." Zoro wasn't sure why, but he wanted to ask him to come with him too. His mind was really screwed up by this guy, wasn't it?

"Your hand is cold," Zoro said instead, and Sanji moved his hand away.

"It was…from the water," he tried to explain, but Zoro looked at his face, now fully awake.

"No it's not, how your head doing?"

"It's fine.." but he looked away, so Zoro was sure it was not.

"Come here, curly" Zoro signalled him to come closer, but Sanji just moved further away with a red blush.

"Wh…why should I?! I'm totally fine."

"I said come over here!" Zoro said more firmly and pulled his arm to him, checking his forehead against Sanji's will, ignoring the tiny yelp.

"You have a fever! Why didn't you say anything, stupid cook?!"

"Because…it will go down by itself. Stop making such a big deal out of it."

"No it's not, you idiot! It can go up even more. Did you take anything?" Zoro said with worry and rose to a sitting position when Sanji signed to him he hadn't with his head. Zoro stood up and went to the bathroom. Taking some pills and glass of water for Sanji, he came back and saw Sanji sitting on the couch and looking tiredly at his hands.

"Here, take this," Zoro said firmly, and Sanji raised his eyes to him.

"What if I don't want to take it?!"

"Then I shove it into your throat until you swallow it!"

"How nice and thoughtful of you marimo! What a great way to ask someone to take something. You are such a charming little marimo" Sanji used sarcasm against him, but it wouldn't work because Zoro didn't care about his sarcasm.

He was going to take it, whether he liked it or not. In Zoro's book, he preferred that Sanji just take it then force him to take it. But not everything was going Zoro's way with this guy- at least that what he had learned to expect.

"Take it, shitty cook!"

"Nuh-uh, first say please," he said with wicked smile, and damn, was this guy so annoying!

"Fine, please take the pills, shitty curly cook" Zoro tried to be nice to see if it works on the annoying cook.

"It's Sanji, you asshole! And for the last time, leave my eyebrows alone, or I fucking swear I will kick your shitty ass!"

With that Sanji snatched the pills and the glass from him and swallowed the pills together with the water, returning the glass to him with a firm glare.

"There! Happy asshole?! Now shut up!"

Zoro smiled big and tackled him for a little wrestling game.

"Yes, I'm very happy actually. Need help with your bandages?"

"No! I don't!"

Sanji went along with their wrestling game, and Zoro laughed with his deep voice. In the end, they both fell asleep on each other, both worn up from the tiring day of struggle.

TBC