Chapter 3

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After the tense conversation was over, each one of the team turned back to their business, aside from one swordsman who decided to stick around the cook all day like a glue.

"Although the idiot say that…" Sanji raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a twisted expression.

The green haired man slept peacefully on the table, snoring loudly like a tank, and saliva dripping out of his mouth. Sanji heaved a long deep sigh.

"You dumb Swordsman.. What is the point in watching me when you are asleep? " Sanji sighed again and turned to wash the dishes. the only thing Luffy said about this before he left was,'"Shishi… Zoro is funny. Let's leave him here "

The cook wanted to wake him up but hesitated for a second. It felt to him more calm and warm to watch him sleep than to argue with him when he was a awake, plus it give him a sort of freedom that he didn't have when the idiot was conscious.

After finishing with the dishes, the cook went back to the table and sat himself in front Zoro, who slept peacefully, and lit a cigarette in silence. The room was silent with the only the two in it.

Sanji wondered in that silent kitchen how this weird connection had started between himself and Zoro, and they never spoke about this, not with a real words or a real conversation. Not that the cook going to start now, that was how their relationship worked. Maybe if fate were different, they could have never have met each other.

Although Sanji always loved to make fun of his weird hair color, what he really wanted was to touch it, to feel it under his finger tips. And without him noticing his hand moved on its own to this green hair. The man who didn't see it coming keep sleeping, when Sanji finally noticed where his hand was, so close to Zoro, he started to tremble and stopped himself quickly before the contact was made and left the table to stand on his feet, far away from the sleeping person. He turned his back to take a deep breath from the cigarette.

"shit! What the hell am I doing?! I hate this shitty marimo, totally! I like girls dammit! I don't want to touch this idiot! why would I want to touch his stupid hair!" His body trembled without control and he lit one more cancer stick, dragging it deeply into his lungs and out again. "I just need to clear my head a bit, that's all.."

The cook convinced himself and took out his pocket watch, eying Zoro and then the small clock.

"It's all this shithead fault. Shit, I have to prepare snacks for the girls. Oh well, I might as well make him something."

Later that day, Zoro woke up to the wonderful smell of food and slowly opened his eyes, sniffing the air.

"It smell so good… Mmm..."

After his vision was restored, his eyes captured the full plate with hot and tempting food standing next to his noise and Zoro felt his hunger take control over him. He couldn't resist and started eating from the plate with his hands and a big appetite. Only after the plate was empty he sighed with relief. He could admit to himself that it was a wonderful meal, but not in front the cook. The truth was that he really liked all this guy cooked. Whatever the cook made was always amazing and tasty. And that reminded him, "Wait.. Where is this curlybrow cook anyway?! Damn, he must have escaped when I was sleeping."

Zoro got to his feet right away and ran from the kitchen to the deck, wandering a little with his eyes after that damn blond. After some running around he found his target flirting with the girls again and bringing them their snack.

"Damn you, shitty cook! I'll show you what happens to those who run away," he hissed as he got closer to the cook, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him possessively away from the girls.

"Oi, what the hell?... Let go of me!"

The girls watched both of them leaving with surprised looks.

"What's going on with Zoro today?" she ask with a curious voice

"Who knows." robin grinned knowingly and continued to drink her coffee.

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After some distance from the girls Zoro pressed Sanji hard against the wall, blocking his way and sent him a cold look.

"Why the hell did you go off after what I said?!" He said in an icy voice. Sanji didn't twitch or move, only sighed.

"It's your fault shitty marimo, for falling asleep. You can blame only yourself for this." Sanji said with a calm voice and a grin, removing the strong grip on him with ease. Zoro still sent him his icy look, ready to attack at any minute.

"Relax already, I want to show you something," he said in a calm and cool voice.

"If you think you can distract me then you-!" He began with a growl, but Sanji stopped him in the middle and began to drag him away to the place at the head of the ship, and Zoro's cold glare melted straight away. Zoro hated this immediate influence on him.

When they got there, sanji arranged some barrels in a line and motioned him to get closer.

"What the hell?.. Barrels?" Zoro frowned.

"Look inside," Sanji said in a secure voice.

Zoro did what he said and opened one of the barrels, inside he found plenty of alcohol and booze bottles with ice. Zoro's eyes widened.

"What the…? Why...?" He looked at Sanji who stood there, smoking his cigarette.

"I figured it might be easier for you that way, instead of coming to the kitchen every time."

After he said that, Sanji sat next to one of the barrels, and took one bottle for himself. Zoro, completely thrown back, never expected this, so he didn't know what to say or how to react.

"I… Well.. I…" he stumble, and he hated it. He wanted to say something to him. Sanji just smile and motioned him to come sit.

"Forget it, it's nothing, you don't have to say anything. Today i'm in the mood for a drink so come and join me, marimo." Zoro smiled back and took his invitation a bottle in his hands.

"Well, I never refuse a drink, but I wouldn't have guessed that you, of all people, would invite me. What's the occasion?" Zoro asked and opened his bottle. Sanji just lowered his shoulders and started to drink. Zoro could see the drink was not to his liking but let him do has he please, and Sanji continued to drink three or four more.

"Nothing much, I'm just in the mood," he said quietly, looking at his feet.

"Mmm well, if something's bothering you, you could always tell me. I'll listen," he said with a grin and began to empty the bottle in his hands.

"I can't…" Sanji answered almost in a whisper.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to," he concluded.

"What kind of answer is that, shitty cook?!" Zoro asked in growling and grunted with the cook's eyes boring a hole on the floor.

Zoro sighed and began to try making a deal with the cook.

"Fine, let's make a deal. You tell me what's bothering you, and I'll tell you something about me. Deal?"

"Really? You'd do that for me?" Sanji asked with a surprised look on his face, Zoro smiled a little.

"Yep, promise you."

Sanji smile back at him softly, and lowered his head again in despair, "I… think I've fallen in love with... someone."

Zoro laughed hysterically and took another bottle, Sanji frowned at him.

"You are always 'in love', pervert cook, with different women every time. It's nothing new."

"Asshole. I'm serious this time!" he shouted at him and put his head on his knees.

"Me too. Is it Nami?" said Zoro still laughing hard.

"Forget it. Now it's your turn."

Zoro with an unsatisfied and unwilling voice continue anyway, "What do you want to know, pervert cook?"

"Well… You know. About your past and shit. Did you have a girlfriend? And why do you want to be the greatest swordsman in the world?"

"Oi oi.. Too many questions, choose one." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, asshole! Be that way. Then I choose this one question; what is so special about becoming the greatest swordsman in the world?" He asked in a defeated voice.

At first Zoro keep silence and breathed a deep breath out, it wasn't easy for him to talk about those things, but he was never one to break a promise once he made it. He started slowly on his story, telling him about his past, about his teacher, about his childhood friend Kuine and their promise to each other, and about her death and how he took her sword in the end. His voice was full of nostalgia as he finished with the meeting of Luffy. Sanji sighed deeply after he finished, his head unsteady after his seven bottle.

"I see… So you were basically full on in love with her without knowing it, but never told her and after she died, you couldn't get over her so you just take her sword with you. A little selfish I'd say, but I suppose it's natural in that situation. I would do that too, I guess.. But you have to get over her, find a new love. I don't want to sound harsh, but... your girl is not here anymore! l'm sure there are plenty of girls in the world out there for you, don't stick to the past, it will destroy you.." when sanji said all these words, he didn't looked at him, only lowered his head to his hands, hiding his face from what was a pissed Zoro at the moment.

Sanji wanted to laugh at himself, here he is sitting with the idiot swordsman, telling him to move on with his life and find a new girl, while in reality he didn't want him to find anybody else, because then he really would be alone.

"Curlybrow you-! didn't listen to a word I said until now!" Zoro shouted offended, and the cook swore at him.

"I was listing! You just don't see it yet, marimo." Sanji replied with a voice that was little drunk.

He finished another bottle and stood up swaying slightly with a hand on the well for support, he started to walk away from Zoro.

"I think the drink doesn't do me good. I'm going to rest.." Sanji said with a weak voice.

Zoro believed him, he never had seen him as the drinking type, and he wouldn't go after him, after what he said. Zoro decided to stay, to sit there a little more, and try to figure all the things the cook threw at him in one shot. Maybe it because he was drunk, but something in his words sound sad again. almost broken, but he didn't know what that was.

He also thought about that shit about moving on, was that were really true about him? Did he really stay stuck in the past? He didn't think he did, not in that way anyway. no he was sure he didn't. He did like Kuine has a friend but... not in that way, if he wanted a relationship, he would have found one. It wasn't hard for him but he couldn't say for sure that he really wanted one with annoying women. The only thing for sure was that it felt so nice to get it off his chest.

In the meantime, Sanji went back to his room, trying his best to take a nap, but with no success.

TBC