Title: Since Then - Part V
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 465
Rating: M for language
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, or the characters in this story.
Another short follow up piece to 'Zoro learns some manners' :D A few years have passed and Zoro has learnt to put up with a lot, but sometimes you have to draw the line.

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He was a violent bastard, for one. He couldn't control his damn temper! He was always starting fights with the swordsman over the tiniest things and trying to kick him in the head every two damn minutes. He couldn't even have a nap without Sanji jumping him and trying to pin him to the deck.

It was pretty hot to spar with Sanji... Their fighting had become part of their foreplay. Intimate and passionate. They knew the way each other moved so well, it was almost like they were already fucking…

Shitty cook.

And he stunk like an ashtray! Always puffing on a reeking smokestack and interfering with Zoro's cultivation of the perfect body. It was a pain in the ass. He even smoked when he cooked! The smell in his hair wasn't so bad... It kind-of mixed with the spices to make something that was only Sanji. Earthy musk, clove, flame and testosterone…

It was a little sexy, in an I'm-gonna-get-a-lung-disease-and-kill-my-stupid-ass sort of way.

Aho-cook.

Well, he was definitely a pansy-ass over-dressed girly-boy. He spent more time in the damn bathroom than Nami and she practically lived in there! And he always had to go shopping everywhere. Places that Zoro would never have even found, let alone ever returned from. The prissy blonde just found shops like a homing beacon. After getting all the ingredients and clothes and smokes and everything fucking else they'd always waste a good day of shore time; time that could have been spent doing much better things than damn shopping.

Idiot!

He did look good though.

Stupid cook.

He was just...

Zoro sighed and looked down ...where he found a cure for all his tenderness and the cause of all his indignation.

Sanji was a trumped up, full of himself, whining bastard who delighted in the swordsman's torment.

Shitty... smug... anno..

"Ah, Zoro-kun!" Nami exclaimed, as she peered around the corner and found her prey.

Damnit.

"I was wondering where you were..." She made a point of looking him up and down several times just to be a bitch. "…I see Sanji made you wear The Apron again." She stifled a guffaw and started walking off, probably going to calculate the interest on Zoro's blackmail.

The swordsman made a fist, choked down the bile and didn't kill her.

Seriously, it was amazing the Herculean shit he did each day that no one would ever know.

"He didn't MAKE me, witch!" She just laughed. "It was a bet!"

"Yeah… yeah…" She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture and sailed off round a corner.

Oh, damnit all.

He was not going to put up with this shit any more.

He turned and marched down the corridor, his bellow booming ahead of him as he strode;

"DOUBLE OR NOTHING, ASSHOLE!!!"

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