Oi, oi! Usopp's waking! Shh! Not my characters.

Usopp had sat up, feeling woozy. The alcohol was still in affect but he at least came to some senses. He checked his surroundings, looking for Robin. He frowned when he realized he wasn't in the bar anymore. The hell is this? Someone carry me here? Speaking—or thinking—too soon. The sniper met the cook's eyes. He instantly looked down, feeling his head with an upcoming hangover looming. I just had to ask.

"I'm glad you're up. Robin said you passed out and asked me to bring you in here." Sanji turned his head towards the far door straight ahead of him. He didn't want to have much to do with Usopp if he was becoming sober again. This meant he couldn't figure out 'the secret' he was going to spit out earlier. "She said you needed someone to talk to."

"Heh, and she figured… you were dat person?" He grinned, hanging his head. The dizziness had remained as did his slurred speech. He was regaining his mind, but the alcohol was still dominant.

"Yep. So tell me, what's been going on with you?" Usopp watched the smoke from Sanji's cigarette rise just behind the blond's head. He giggled and crawled over behind him, leaning on him and reaching up lazily for the smoke. What am I doing…? "What are you doing?" Shivering from the touch, Sanji turned back to the dazed Usopp who sat back down, looking back at him. He seemed confused, but worn out as well.

"Da smoke… it was…uhh…" He couldn't find the words. He lightly tapped his head for the answers but they didn't come. "I can't think. Why can't I think?" Sanji narrowed his eyes, watching the spectacle. My mind is clouded. I can't put it into words. "I can't speak around you. Stop makin' it so…damn difficult." He frowned at Sanji and tapped a balled fist on the cook's shoulder. He kept tapping it until the taps became harder, turning into light punches. Sanji allowed him to keep going. What good was it to stop a drunk if they were just speaking their minds? He wanted Usopp to find the words on his own, but he could help him get to that point where he let out what he truly felt.

The door swung open. Chopper and Luffy came running in. They spotted Usopp and crowed the two.

"Usopp! We need you right now!" Luffy huffed as he panted. "We're trying to fish and you gotta help us!" Sanji grit his cigarette butt and held his peace. They were screwing up their time alone, such an unlucky day.

"Yeah! There's really big fish jumping out of the water!" Chopper joined in. He pulled on Usopp's pants, hoping it'd make their friend jump up with joy. He only smiled at the two and shook his head slowly.

"I can't. I gotta… well I'm a lil' bizzy at da moment you guyz." He chuckled. Sanji remained silent, letting them carry on as if he were invisible. Luffy pouted and pointed to the door.

"But the fish are HUGE! We need an expert's help!" He felt that would convince the sniper to come along with, only if he were sober.

"You flatter me, Luffy~ But I can't." He laughed more, leaning against Sanji's back and rubbing his head against his shoulder blades. The cook began to blush, shivering from the odd sensational vibes being sent down below his waist. I want to go, but I have to stay here. This is my last chance. Chopper whined and looked up at the straw hat.

"Ergh, no fair! You spend a lot of time with Sanji anyways! Next time, you come fish with us, got it?" He ordered frowning. I miss you too, Luffy…Chopper.

"Dat's…fiiiine with me~" He cooed and giggled again. It was funny how his mind could think perfectly, though his body reacted contrarily. Chopper smiled and hugged Usopp's leg.

"I hope that happens before we land again! See you later you guys!" He smiled at them both and hurried out the door, Luffy not so far behind. The door slammed shut and the silence took over again. Sanji breathed in more nicotine. He was a bit content again. Finally, they left. Hopefully no others would come in and interrupt. He wanted to ask where they left off, but did Usopp even know what was happening?

"Sanji, that'z you right?" He asked, dragging his voice—which sounded more like moans to the ero-cook—and gripped the cook's overcoat. He sniffed the cologne that resided within the fabric. He smiled, nuzzling his back just a little. Sanji flushed from the bit of attention Usopp had given him. This was just due to him being drunk.

"Yep, it's me." He replied without another word. Why was he so surprised?

"Nghh, I'm glad it'z just you. You have…no idea how…hard it iz just to tell you what I've been feelin' for like… two yearz now." He snickered, burying his face into the overcoat, his nose bending upward. Sanji barely had any control left in him. If Usopp didn't stop, he'd pounce the poor intoxicated kid. That wouldn't be fair, or would it?

"Why are you glad? I'm no one special." That seemed about right in his eyes.

"But you are! You really, really, really, really, truly are…I have…such a hard time telling you, but you get so mad at me, so I can't…tell you I really, really, really, reaaaally like you." Usopp had stressed the 'really's , and at the same time clenching and unclenching the cook's overcoat. He lifted his head, resting his chin on his shoulder and tilted his head to the side, nuzzling that perfect spot made for another human beings head to fit. That's it. Tell him everything. His lips trembled, he felt as though he hadn't said it right. The body he had been leaning against was completely stiff, almost zombie-fied. Sanji's eyes had become as round as huge, shimmering, coins. The cigarette that had rested between his lips fell to the floor, soon burning out on its own, leaning against his leather shoe. "I wanted to tell you…but it was always so hard. I couldn't find the wordz. I'm so….stupid." Doubt filled the air around them.

How was that? I wanted the confession to not be so..."I like you!" "WHAT REALLY?" I mean, it'd probably strike Sanji as "you-wait what the fuck-?..." silence. I mean after all this time where he was thinking this dude was just playing with him for shits and giggles and never giving him a real chance to tell him and all, then finally given the real answer and just feel like a damn idiot. idk. What do you guys think? I wanted it to seem...a little more realistic?