Title: Since Then - Part VI
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 703
Rating: M for language / naughtiness
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, or the characters in this story.
Another short follow up piece to 'Zoro learns some manners' – 5 years later :D

This is kind-of part 5-2; go me with follow-ups to follow-ups. Foolish girl that I am! But the fans have requested that I confess: - What is on the adorable apron that is making Zoro so angry? And how did Sanji 'make' him wear it?

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The bellow reached him long before Zoro swept into the room. When the swordsman arrived, it was with a flounce. Sanji wet himself yet again. He laughed, swallowed some smoke and fell off the couch in a coughing fit.

Every time. Every time.

He wondered if it would ever cease to be hilarious…

"Get a grip you asshole, you heard me. Double or nothing."

Sanji wheezed and pounded his fist on the floor. He finally lifted his gaze to see Zoro in the ever-so-fetching apron that he had given the swordsman for his birthday. It was a pretty mint-green, with a dark green lace heart-shaped pocket on the front and a gorgeous green and white frill around all the edges. It matched Marimo's hair. Oh, and his sparkling personality…

And that wasn't even the best part. That was the writing, something he always felt obliged to repeat,

"I think I saw something funny…" he spluttered.

"Shut up!"

Sanji slowly collected himself and got back up onto the couch. He smoothed out his suit and re-lit his cigarette, composure regained.

"Don't do the crime if you can't do the time." The cook mused philosophically, blowing smoke rings.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Zoro was still a little pink. Nothing flustered him more than being reminded of that moment of weakness. So of course, Sanji made sure to do it at every opportunity. If the idiot was going to keep getting stronger, he sure as hell didn't need a big head.

"Don't open your big mouth if you don't like what I put in it, shit head." Sanji rolled his eyes, "I was trying to be nice. You're such a damn cave man."

Zoro returned to his previous state of intense glaring. "Double or nothing."

"It was your bet. You were the one who was so cocky. I'm fine the way I am, actually." Sanji ogled the apron and lounged to demonstrate exactly how fine he was. Zoro's eyes narrowed. He looked pained. Must be thinking.

"Well, if you don't think that you can do it…" Suddenly there was smoke in Zoro's face and two burning eyes inches from his.

"WHAT did you say shit head!?"

"I said: same bet as last time, double stakes."

"Double stakes? You're going to regret this Marimo. You will never give better head than me." The cook scoffed.

Needless to say, he was eating those words before too long.

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"This is taking it too far." Sanji deadpanned. He might have lost the bet, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"It was double. I had ten minutes on deck, you have to do three laps of the ship."

"But this… it isn't even funny." The idiot could have at least put some thought into it!

"I dunno, I'm finding it pretty funny. …and other things. I'm certainly finding it other things…" Zoro smirked his ass off. Sanji glared at him. Seemed like some lacy bastard had forgotten what he was wearing.

"But if Usopp sees me, it will scar him for life!"

"He's a great warrior of the sea now, he can handle it."

"This is more than double!"

"Nami saw me."

"So what?"

Zoro glared.

Determined blue eyes glared back.

"So she's been spying on us all damn afternoon, I hate it when she does that." *cough plus she's a bitch*

"What did you say, Marimo…?" Sanji's voice was dangerously sweet.

Zoro leaned in a prepared to repeat it nice and clearly,

"SHHH!!!" The blonde hissed, as he shoved a finger at Zoro's lips. The swordsman sidestepped and stared at him.

The cook's well-trained Mellorine sensor had picked up the sweet sound of Nami's voice,

"Come on Robin! Just this once! I wanna seeeeeee…"

Oh no, there was no way she was seeing him like this. Her delicate flower would wither with the shock!

The cook was out the door and round the corner before Zoro could even smirk, and he was well on the way to beating the Grand Line record for racing dangerously around a pirate ship in nothing but a g-string by the time the swordsman managed his grin.

Nice view…

Now to get out of this fucking apron.

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