A/n: I especially love writing from Sanji's POV because the way I imagine he thinks is just hilarious XD So here's a light and funny chapter with our most favorite part of our idiot couple's relationship. Their senseless arguments. I had waaaay too much fun writing this one x'D

Pretty short chapter, but, Enjuay~

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Chapter 23

Sanji did not like not knowing things. He especially did not like not being able to remember things that were evidently crucial to him. Like who he was, for example. From the second he had woken up, in nothing but a weird hospital robe, in the middle of a bunch of over stacked boxes and old, worn out stuffed animals, he knew something was off. Especially considering his body refused to move one bloody inch without sending streaks of pain screaming through him. In the end though, he had simply ignored the torture his abused body was going through and had – barely – pulled himself upright, when he had heard some scuffling nearby.

Of course, he had been curious as hell and completely ignoring his absolutely brilliant mind – that he quite regretted at the moment – hobbled toward the source of the sound. As soon as he began moving though, whatever or whoever it was, stopped. He wondered if he had to be wary, his mind was definitely telling him to pick up the old rusty pipe at his feet, but then he decided maybe the person – if it was a person and not some huge rodent rummaging through the garbage – would be able to help him out.

So he continued to limp around broken and old objects - catching himself on an old pair of trousers once and debating whether he should wear them, but deciding it was far too filthy to even touch – and finally made it to what seemed like a clearing. He almost let out a sigh of relief, but as he stretched out his left leg, expecting more garbage to support his foot, he realized how out of sorts he really was. And soon he was tumbling down the heap, the little mental image in his mind sneering and spitting a very sarcastic 'told you so' at him.

He probably wouldn't have passed out if he had listened to his whining body and screeching head, but then since he had agreed to disagree, there he was, fading from consciousness, barely feeling his body tumble to a stop, barely even registering all the different places his wounds had opened and were screaming for him to do something about them.

But he fought with the soft, soothing voice in his head that told him it was okay to go to sleep now and that everything was going to be all right. It really was arduous, trying to wrestle away the wonderful feeling that was whisking him away to lands beyond, and trying to find the part of his brain that made his eyes open, at the same time.

It took him quite a time, but he managed somehow to open his eyes. He didn't manage to get rid of his severe need to black out though. It seemed that everything about him, his mind, his body – the very blood in his veins – wanted nothing but to fall into a deep slumber and never wake up. A memory of a sleeping princess that slept for a hundred years flashed through his mind and he almost laughed at himself – almost, because he couldn't laugh.

But he persisted, battling with unimaginably powerful forces so as to regain his freedom. How he won, he would never know. Because for sure, it wasn't his unrelenting stubbornness and extreme effort that paid off. At some point in his battle, he felt something press against his skin. It was small and rough and hot and he couldn't quite make out what it was. But the second he felt the slight pressure, he was – literally – jolted back to reality.

His unfocused eyes seemed to finally be transmitting visual images to his brain. They were initially blurry and hazy, but soon he could see somebody – a man – peering down at him with a look of, what could only be called appalled shock, on his face. Sanji was momentarily confused and the first thought that occurred to him when he could see the man clearly was, why the hell was his hair green.

That seemed to cause even greater conflict within Sanji, than everything that had just happened. This man, with his perfectly olive coloured skin, gold earrings, scar on his eye and absolutely fierce expression – not to mention the grass on his head – looked like some villain right out of a sci-fi comic book. For some reason, Sanji could see him wandering around with a bunch of swords and slashing things up.

But first things first—

"Who the hell are you?!"

Sanji thought he sounded rather manly for someone who had just battled with death. But apparently, his voice hadn't been used for quite some time and he wanted to tell whoever would listen, that he had a sing song voice fit for an opera singer, and it was nothing like the ugly croak that escaped from his lips.

That telepathic message was apparently completely ignored by the moss-headed stranger, because his eyebrows shot up, he choked for a moment and then guffawed loudly, leaning over and clutching his bandaged chest, as tears sprung to his eyes.

Sanji huffed indignantly, he could feel his face heating up and he wanted to aim a blow to the man's face, but obviously his body disliked him since he refused to go down quietly. So all he could do, was glare daggers at the man as he laughed, and think up plans of murder to carry out the second his body was willing to listen to him. Since he had already lost a whole bunch of his manly pride, Sanji didn't think it would be a problem if he lost a little more. So—

"Oi. Help me up. I can't move."

The stupid moss-head had just simmered down, but the second Sanji opened his mouth, he burst into another fit, unsuccessfully trying to control his shaking body by clutching his abdomen. Sanji's face heated up a couple degrees more and he decided that fine, to hell with his manly pride.

"Help me up and then you can laugh all you want, dumbass!"

"Ah?!" was the only coherent reply the other man could give in the midst of his hysteria. Sanji waited patiently till his laughter died down. A couple time he would stop, nod to himself and straighten his face, but the second he looked up at Sanji, he would burst out laughing. All the time he had to patiently wait and scream insults in his head at both his stubborn body and the fool rolling with laughter in front of him, he actually got some time to get a good look at the man.

He looked like a proper thug. The first word that came to his head though, was pirate. What with all his gashes and scars, especially the one on his eyes and the huge ugly one diagonally down his chest, his undone bandages and torn up clothes, his piercings, crazy hair and skin colour, and of course, his absolutely gorgeous body.

Yes, Sanji wouldn't deny it. He most definitely did not work that way, but he had to admit, this guy had a body to die for. Muscles in all the right places - the evil mental image in his head snickered at the thought of 'all the right places' – which were obviously achieved through long, crazy hours of manual labour or work out sessions, and even his skin tone and crazy hair added to his exotic look. He had sharp, noticeable features and although the first impression of him was 'scary', after seeing him laugh so openly, he actually was quite boyish. Sanji found himself smiling at the thought.

"What're you smiling at?"

Sanji looked up to see the guy giving him a weird look. Sanji jutted his lower lip out and sulked, turning away in a huff.

"What, you're the only one that's allowed to laugh?"

He saw the man shrug a shoulder out of the corner of his eye and then turned back to him.

"So, who are you anyway?"

"Isn't it polite to give your introduction first?"

Sanji wanted to smack him so bad. From the tone of his voice, he could tell the guy was just toying with him. He could literally hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm—"

wait a minute. Sanji looked down, eyebrows creased in sudden confusion. He could hear his heart racing and he could feel the sweat on his forehead. He had had memory issues just now and was hoping it was just a momentary thing, but not knowing who he was, his own name—that was insane!

"I'm…. uh…"

He wracked his brain, wondering if there was a part of it that stored information about a person's identity. There surely must be. Otherwise how could anyone know who they were?

"Forgot your own name, blondie?"

"Don't call me blondie!"

Sanji snapped his head up and immediately regretted it. The moss-head was giving him an absolutely evil smile that was laughing and mocking and making his insides churn.

"Alright fine then! Why don't you tell me who you are! Let's see if you remember!"

The man twitched at the obvious challenge and Sanji immediately jotted that down in a corner of his crystal clean brain.

"Ha! I'm not a blondie like you! I'm—"

the moss-head's mouth moved, but no voice came out. Sanji found himself leaning forward and scoffing in his face.

"Ha yourself! Having a little amnesia are we?! Don't let it get to you! I'm sure it'll come up eventually! Bet you have a crazy ass name that nobody in this world has! I mean, who the hell colours their hair green?!"

"It's natural! And I'll bet you have the weirdest ass-crap name on the planet! Who the hell curls their eyebrows?! And in the same direction! Are you off your rocker!?"

"Haah?! Have you looked in the mirror lately! You only have one eye! Atleast I have both of mine!"

"What good does a pair of eyes do if you can't even remember your own damn name! Besides, have you looked at yourself!? You're wearing some pretty kinky stuff yourself!"

"I'm obviously a patient you dimwit!"

"Some patient you are! Why're you lying in a garbage dump?! Your mommy decide she doesn't want a little shit like you no more?!"

"Don't you dare bring my mom into this, grass-hair!"

"Or what?! You gonna beat me up?! When you can't even stand up?! And don't call me grass-hair!"

"Or what!? You gonna fight an incapacitated man?!"

"You have one smart mouth, for someone who can't even roll around without help!"

"Who the hell wants to roll around in this dump!? Are you a moron!"

"Atleast I'm not blond!"

"Your hair is freaking green!"

"Oh! Looks like your eyes work after all!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you maniac!"

"Shut the hell up, eyebrows!"

"Don't call me eyebrows!"

"Oh yeah?! Bring it eyebrows!"

"Im'ma kill you moss-head!"

And we all know how that ended.

A/n: Ta-dah! Made you smile din' it? :3 Hope you had fun reading that, because I suddenly decided there was a little too much angst in this story and a lttle ZoSan humour would do us all good. No no, don't worry! i'll be right back to lotsa angsty angst in a while! :D

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