Author's Notes: THANK YOU for everyone who are reading and reviewing this story! I'm just hoping that you guys like it! (Sorry, it's moving so slowly...)

Eileen-san: Thank you!!! Just trying to preserve the close relationship that they seem to have in the show. (They do fight a lot like siblings, LOL!!!)

Smallstream: Thank you!!! And, I'll try to keep the updates as frequently as I can...

Oni Giri Slash: Thank you!!! Actually, for a while I was thinking about writing Sanji with diabetes...but, decided against that... As for the heartbreak, there's always two sides to the story...or three...

Bishieluv: Thank you!!! From what I've seen in almost EVERY good story (TV, films, novels, etc.), there ALWAYS tends to be some type of 'yaoi-ish' feeling to any 'male-male' relationship. And, I'm NOT talking about the 'SEX' thing...I'm talking about the 'COMPASSION' between the characters. If any male is unable to have that type of compassion for other males...I don't think I would EVER want to be around him. Why? Because chances are, he won't have that type of compassion for ANYONE (male or female).

Now, onto the next chapter...

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By the time that Zoro awoke, the sun had already set, casting a purplish-orange across the mountain top in the distance.

Raising his head off of his desk, the green-haired man stretched and yawned as he got up from his chair.

Snapping on the florescent office lights, Zoro walked over and tried to nudge the blonde awake.

"Oi," no response. "Oi, Dartboard Eyebrow, get up."

The exposed right eyebrow of the blonde twitched as the eye beneath it snapped open and glared at the man hovering above him.

"What do you want, MARIMO?" Hissed the blonde.

Zoro's smirked, unsuccessfully trying to hide his anger. While the name didn't bother him as much anymore, the memories that it tended to conjure up, did. It was a name that the she-witch and the kid had found one day, while they were studying for their Japanese language class. It had been a month before the kid finally told him what the name meant, and it took the kid a few days after that until the black-eye that Zoro gave him was no longer visible.

"It's late, we should be getting home."

Slipping his pills into his pocket, the blonde followed the green-haired man out of the office and into the surrounding night.

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Pulling open the door to their apartment, the green-haired man entered first, followed closely by the slender blonde who lightly kicked the wooden door closed.

It was a small place by some people's standards, but to Sanji it was all he could afford at the moment, and it was comfortable enough for them to live in. With a full working kitchen, a dining and living room area, two bedrooms, two full bathrooms and a washer and dryer, the place came out to about a grand-and-a-half a month. Not too shabby.

Yes. If he asked, Zeff would probably have bought them a place to live. However, it would have come with a lot of 'conditions,' and Sanji wasn't about to live by other people's rules.

"Are you hungry?" Asked the blonde as he walked into the kitchen.

"There's some Cup-a-Noodles in the cupboard..." Answered Zoro as he slipped into the bathroom.

Sanji scowled in the direction that the green-haired man had left, as he pulled out a few vegetables and a slab of meat from the refrigerator. Tentatively washing the vegetables, the blonde pulled out his wooden chopping board and a large butcher knife from the drawer.

As he started to cut the vegetables, the blonde felt what was like little jolts of electricity ripping through his fingers each time the knife hit the board, making his progress slow and laborious.

Returning from the bathroom, Zoro immediately grabbed the knife from the blonde. "Oi, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm not eating that crap."

"It's not crap," muttered Zoro as he nudged the blonde away and started cutting up the vegetables with amazing speed and precision.

"Too big," quipped Sanji, "you have to cut it smaller..."

"Shut up," growled Zoro, "it's fine as it is." After he finished cutting up the meat, Zoro washed his hands and turned to Sanji. "There you go."

"Thanks," muttered the blonde.

Pulling his wok from out of a cupboard, the blonde began to cook.

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Author's Notes: Thank you for all those reading and/or reviewing this story!!! All reviews are greatly appreciated, and so are all the hits! Mahalo and Aloha!