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The Games We Play
Chapter One
The door to the kitchen opened with a bang, and the very pissed cook of the Merry Go stepped out onto the deck. Stupid, fucking piece of shitty moss. He knew the rules of the kitchen. No one eats until everyone is at the table. It was simple enough to understand, and it was not as if he had refused to tell the walking vegetable this tidbit. In fact, he pretty much beat it into the idiot swordsman's head every day. And yet... Sanji gave an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. Yet, here he was, again, trying to find the idiot marimo before Luffy managed to inhale everyone's lunch. Eyes narrowing as he spotted the sleeping form at the mast, Sanji rolled up his sleeves in preparation for the daily pre-lunch scuffle.
Fully wound for a fight, Sanji felt his resolve falter as he got closer the slumbering swordsman. Normally, Zoro's face was rather nondescript when he slept, twitching on occasion as an eardrum shattering snore escaped him at regular intervals. However, Sanji noted with slight concern, that Zoro's peaceful mask of sleep had given way to what could almost be seen as panic.
His brow was furrowed, eyes shut tighter than normal sleep would have required, and a sever frown tugged at his lips. A string of unintelligible sounds tumbled from his mouth, and upon one instant Sanji had been able to make out, what he assumed must have been a name, Kuina.
"Oi, Zoro. Lunch is ready." Sanji shook the swordsman gently, loosing the need to kick the idiots head in after seeing his face.
Zoro showed no willingness to wake, rather he seemed to begin chanting a string of curses under his breath. Sanji's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"Oi, miramo." the blonde cook growled, placing a foot firmly on the swordsman's chest "Get the hell up already!"
It happened in a flash of steel. Zoro managed to draw all three of his blades, and stand up, in one fluid movement. Sending the startled cook sprawling on the deck..
"What the fuck Zoro!?" Demanded the blonde, rubbing the back of his head and making to sit up. However, when the cook opened his eyes he was greeted by three very sharp katana, pointing directly at his throat. "O- oi Zoro, what the hell are you doing?"
Zoro did not respond. He merely held his position over the blonde, his breathing coming in long, heavy gasps. His eyes were unfocused, and he seemed to be looking past Sanji rather than at him, but something dark and primal flickered across the emerald spheres.
"Teme," Sanji growled, his wits slowly returning, "answer me you shitty piece of moss." Then, placing most of his wight onto his palms, he swept Zoro's swords away with his left leg, while his right connected with the left side of the swordsman's torso.
Zoro skidded across the deck, kantana finding purchase in Merry Go's woodwork. Pushing off with his hands, Sanji stood up. Unable to determine what the swordsman's next course of action would be, the cook dropped back into a fighting stance, and waited.
Zoro sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head and staring at his surroundings as if he did not quite know where he was. His eyes found the attack ready blonde, and it only raised more questions. "Oi, kuso- cook ... what just happened?"
Sanji stumbled a bit at that one. " Baka," he growled. "What do you mean 'what just happened'? I came to get your useless ass up for lunch and you pulled katana on me you shitty piece of foliage."
Sanji thought the swordsman almost looked a bit startled, but the emotion quickly faded. "Che, you woke me up. What did you expect, a hug?"
"And that's reason enough to just attack me with all three blades?" Sanji raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I always knew you were over compensating by having three. But honestly Zoro, there's a limit."
Zoro's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What's the matter ero- cook? Can't handle it?" Sarcastic humor lacing every word as he went to pull his blades free.
"I could beat your ass any day of the week marimo."
Zoro smiled as he pulled the last katana from the deck. "I believe today falls under those qualifications." He growled, turning to face the blonde.
Sanji tucked his hands into his pockets and matched Zoro's smile. "I believe your right. First time for everything, ne?"
A small breeze ran across Merry's deck as Sanji and Zoro stared each other down. Then, as if by some silent signal, Zoro pushed forward, head bent, katana at the ready. Sanji followed, hands out, headed for the deck as he pushed into a handstand. Zoro's blades flashed, Sanji's legs came down and-
"Idiots!" Nami screamed, as her fists got better acquainted with Zoro and Sanji's skulls. "We've been waiting for ten minutes to start lunch, and you two are out here practicing!"
"Che, it wasn't practice." growled Zoro gingerly rubbing the fresh bump on his head.
Nami seemed to ignore this. "Luffy nearly ate Ussop!" She proclaimed, waving her arms in exasperation. "I can't believe you guys..." Nami finished, rubbing firm circles into her temples.
"Sorry Nami-san," Sanji said, looking past the navigator to glare at Zoro. The swordsman was so going to pay for this.
"Whatever, just- come to lunch already." She sighed, turning back to the kitchen.
With a click the final blade returned home. And with a quick side-glance to the cook, Zoro followed.
Sanji allowed a quiet tut of annoyance to escape him, placing a god sent cigaret between his teeth. A sigh of smoke curled into the air, the blonde cook relaxing ever-so slightly as the nicotine entered his system. Flicking the spent cigaret into the ocean, he finally made his way to the kitchen. He opened the door just in time to see a platter full of food slip from the swordsman's grasp and shatter on the floor. With a resigned moan Sanji entered. That shitty piece of moss was going to be the death of him.
V: Yes, yes I know. It's short... They will get longer as the story progresses, but for now you'll just have to deal with it in bite-size chunks. Please don't forget to review! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll post.