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Chapter 24

Zoro was generally a very patient man. His murderous aura that scared the shit out of people was often misunderstood. But generally he was rather patient.

Except when it came to a certain blond smart-mouth that was currently more than incapacitated and hence decided, that since his body wasn't going anywhere, he had to put all his energy into running his mouth off. But, Zoro was a kind and patient man and he still decided to help the blond dumbass out, from the kindness of his heart.

So, after several whole hours of nonsensical bickering, Zoro finally helped Sanji to his feet and the two were slowly making their way out of the garbage dump. They were, until Sanji suddenly stopped with a loud 'Ah!', causing Zoro to glance at him sideways with certain annoyance. But Sanji didn't seem to notice. His eyes had gone round and his mouth had formed an O, like he had suddenly stumbled upon the greatest discovery of all time.

"I know!"

"Hah?"

Sanji turned towards Zoro excitedly and the other had to pull back slightly, as the blond was literally in his face. Sanji was bouncing up and down in Zoro's hold and the other man just raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

"Marimo!" Sanji exclaimed jubilantly and Zoro's face instantly broke into a sinister grin.

"Hah! So you finally remembered your name, did you? I told you it would be some weirdass crap—"

"It's not my name dumbass, it's yours!"

And Zoro's grin immediately turned upside down, as he scowled at the blond, who was still bubbling with palpable excitement.

"Don't you get it?!" Sanji almost whined, when Zoro didn't respond the way he wanted him to. Zoro on the other hand, simply deadpanned at the man and twisted his mouth around to spit out an irritated "No."

Sanji's eyebrows began to crease together in a frown and Zoro started to get his hopes up, but the blond suddenly bounced back into his little-boy-who-just-spotted-the-ice-cream-truck state and Zoro deflated considerably.

"Now what."

"But don't you see?"

Sanji then began squirming around in Zoro's grasp and the latter pushed him away, irritated. Sanji stumbled to a stop, spun around on his heel, eyes still glittering – causing Zoro's degree of irritation to escalate – and brought his arms up in front of him, shaping his hands like he were holding two tennis balls in them.

"Your hair is green," Sanji stated, his hands moving up and down like he was shaking some sense into the invisible tennis balls. Zoro on the other hand, deadpanned at him, continued to stare for a long minute, and then finally opened his mouth, deciding to play along, if that was the only way they were going to move on with life.

"Yes," Zoro agreed, running his hand through his short spiky hair, as though to emphasize that he got the point, "yes I know it's green."

"But you don't get it! It's green!" Sanji stuck his head out, like an owl, and extended the 'e's, so his mouth was stretched out like a rubber band.

Zoro's eyebrow twitched. He cleared his throat rather loudly and nodded slowly, making sure the other man watched the movement.

"Yes. It's green. Are we done with that, or are we going to stand here with you repeatedly telling me that my hair is green?"

Sanji's shoulders sagged and he stuck his lower lip out, his curly brow that wasn't obscured by his obnoxiously long bangs, skewed and warped because of the wrinkles on his forehead. Zoro nodded and moved towards him, extending his good arm and catching the blond around his slim waist. Sanji continued to sulk, arms still held out in front of him, as Zoro paraded him towards the slope that would lead them out of the dump.

They reached the bottom, and Sanji gave up sulking momentarily, to look up at all the broken objects towering over them. Zoro scratched his chin and hummed low in his throat, causing it to sound like a soft rumble.

"I guess if I carried you princess style—"

"Like hell you will."

Zoro turned his head to look at the blond, owing to the fact that the man was on his blind side, and raised his eyebrows pointedly as he gave him a once over. Sanji stepped away from him, crossed his arms, his lower lip jutting out even more than it was, and turned his head with a huff. Zoro would have laughed, if he weren't nearing the end of his patience. The man was like a bloody brat that argued, whined, wanted his way and sulked when he couldn't get what he wanted. Shrugging, Zoro stepped forward, glad that his blond bangs obscured him from seeing what Zoro was upto, and with a grunt and a yelp, had Sanji securely in a princess hold.

They made their way up the slope, with Sanji thrashing and flailing and screaming bloody murder, and successfully reached the top, somehow.

"Put me down this instant!"

"Sure."

And Zoro dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Sanji yelped in surprise and groaned loudly when he landed painfully on his rear. Zoro stretched his back and winced when it cracked loudly. As he cracked his shoulders, Sanji had gotten to his feet and had finished patting himself down. Zoro yawned and the blond turned to him, finger poking him in the chest accusingly.

"You! You should be sent to jail for sexual harassment!"

Zoro rolled his eye and muttered what seemed to resemble 'right, right' and shepherded a cursing Sanji towards a small tool shed that stood alone in the middle of mountains of dump.

Once they were inside, they were surprised to note - surprised enough that Sanji shut up for more than a minute - that the tool shed wasn't a tool shed, but an extremely small living space. There was a foldable bed that couldn't even fit a lanky teenager, folded tight against the left wooden wall, a small chest of drawers stood next to it with a worn lamp on top, the side facing the door had a stainless steel kitchen top which was sagging from the weight of all the unwashed utensils piled high on it. Next to it was a small, dirty sink and the side adjacent to it had a shelf with a bunch of gumboots, shovels, plastic jumpsuits, rakes and other garden tools. And whatever empty space was there, was filled with filing cabinets, stacks of papers, dustbins full of god knew what and other unidentifiable junk.

Inside, neither of the two men could so much as stand more than a foot apart without toppling something over or banging their heads into something. While Zoro somehow managed to unfold the rusted bed, Sanji stood staring at the kitchen top, eyeing the shelves beneath to see if there was something edible that wouldn't kill them. Finding two cups of instant noodles, he grimaced as he picked them up, muttering about instant food and how people could even eat that shit.

He found an old water heater that trembled and jerked violently, but boiled the water nonetheless, poured it into the cups, sealed the lid and placed them on the bed next to Zoro – snapping his chopsticks at the other man when he tried to take the food.

"Wait. You have to wait two minutes."

Zoro made a face and Sanji shrugged, "It says on the pack."

He then sat down and opened one of the containers, stuck his chopsticks in, made a disgusted face and offered it to Zoro. Zoro noted the look on the blond's face, but shoveled the food down to his famished stomach without a second thought. When he slurped down the last of the noodles and turned to look at Sanji, he was still staring down at the container in his hands, eyes wide and face pale. Zoro groaned and ran a hand down his face. He poked Sanji in his shoulder and took a moment to enjoy the way he squealed and jumped.

But Zoro wasn't all too happy when he saw the look on the other's face. He sighed, resigned to his fate and nodded at his knees, waving his hand in Sanji's direction and urging him to say whatever he wanted to. After a moment of silence, the blond slowly raised the cup noodles in his hand and whispered, "Look."

Zoro eyed the soggy stuff in it and nodded, grumbling something about how he understood why Sanji would have a problem eating that since he looked like some one who had issues with food unless it was served at a fancy table on silver platters.

But that didn't seem to be the point Sanji was trying to make. He waved his chopsticks at the container and then at the water heater that was quietly fizzing and hissing in the corner. Zoro shook his head, showing the other that he didn't get it.

"Don't you see—"

"No I don't see, goddamnit! Just tell me whatever the hell is bugging you so we can get the hell out of here!"

Sanji frowned slightly but nodded anyway. He stood up and moved towards the door, as if wanting to make sure Zoro could see him properly before he started his tale. He then held the instant noodles in one hand and then positioned his other hand so that it looked like he was advertising the stupid plastic cup.

"Did you notice the first things we did, when we entered this," he eyed the shed with distaste and muttered, "place."

When Zoro shook his head, Sanji nodded, as though non-verbally saying he wouldn't have expected any less from someone with green hair.

"The first thing I did was head to the uh, kitchen thing and look for food," he said, waving his hand distractedly at the pile of unwashed vessels. "And the first thing you did was make the bed," this time he motioned towards the rickety thing Zoro was sitting on. "So what does that tell you?"

Zoro bit back a sigh and shrugged a shoulder, bending forwards to place his elbows on his knees. "I dunno, that I wanted to sleep and you wanted to eat?"

Sanji crinkled his nose but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, something like that. I wanted to make us some food. So what does that tell you?"

"You really like doing that, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"Acting like some know-it-all and trying to make me look stupid."

"Answer the question before I throw this cup of crap at you."

"Haah alright then, it tells us that—I don't know, I like to sleep and you like to cook?"

Sanji immediately brightened up and nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide and glittering, his face bright and his cheeks flushed. Zoro frowned at the man in annoyance and opened his mouth to voice it out, but then the meaning of what the blond had been trying to tell him finally hit home. His mouth fell open and his eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully, as he looked down at the ground and considered the idea for a moment.

Once the thought had securely lodged itself into his brain, he slowly raised his eye to meet the blond's. "So what you're trying to say is—"

"The things we do on impulse, without thinking, define who we are! Neither of us really thought about what we did, until we did them! So all we really need to do, to figure out who we are, is to do nothing!"

"Ok you lost me on the nothing part."

Sanji groaned in frustration, slammed the container into Zoro's hand, grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the tool shed. He continued to drag him out of the garbage dump and towards what looked like a small winding dirt path, before Zoro voiced his annoyance.

"Oi, I can walk on my own—"

"This! This too! Your habit of constantly going against things that question your manliness or threaten your pride!"

A vein popped in Zoro's neck and Sanji waved him off distractedly.

"The same goes for me! The way we were arguing before, why didn't I see it!"

"See what?! Why the hell can't you say stuff straight out instead of beating around the bush!"

"And your stupidity obviously," Sanji muttered, before turning to face Zoro and continuing hastily before the other cut him off, "what I'm trying to say is, the only thing we don't know about ourselves are things that we think of, or can't think of rather, like our names or our favorite colours, things like that! But just because we've lost our memories, doesn't mean our bodies don't remember!"

When Zoro frowned in confusion, Sanji shook his head and started again. "I mean to say, our body remembers things our brain doesn't. like what happened back there. Neither of us thought about it, but our bodies just moved and followed through the action without us consciously paying attention to it! So all we have to really do, is trust our bodies to remind us about things our brain has forgotten!"

Zoro nodded slowly and Sanji could see him sifting the new information around in his head. "So, whoever erased our memories, didn't think there was a loop-hole in their theory."

Sanji shot him a jubilant smirk, causing bells to go off in Zoro's head.

"That, or I'm way too smart for those shitheads."

A/n: Ah~ so cute~

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