13.04.2014
Back with another installment. I own nothing. Props to BTIOP and hesmus. Sorry I didn't inform you guys before I wrote this.., Thank you for your forgiveness. You guys rock!
So this is sorta late? Hard to tell with no schedule. I half wrote this whole fic within the first 2 days I thought of it but I wanted to gradually post chapters as I update BIRTF, bu~t this ended up being ALOT longer than I first planned, then my dad had yet another surgery (he had 30 gallstones - had), went to Manila and blah blah blah.., I explained all of this in Ch7 of BIRTF.., so yeah, I got lazy and pulled a Brook/Chopper (refer to either C500-P5 of the manga or E394-08:30 of the anime). Today we're leaving AGAIN, off to a swimming hole and staying overnight.., so I finished it all this morning before we left.., the last part isn't beta'd..,
[18.04.2014] beta complete
I was initially going to post this on Brook's BDay but I pulled a Brook so.., I've been sorta cosplaying the strawhats with normal clothes out of my closet, which is hard because practically everything is BLACK.., I don't like wearing color -_- my wardrobe consists mostly black, white and red, and I had to borrow some of my mom's shirts just to even slightly pull it off.., it all looks like butts and I might decide to update my FB after god knows hows long and maybe I'll upload some on DA and tumblr.., I made some tuts on some stuff but I don't really want to post those because I'm embarrassed.., same thing with my sketches.., I have done so much since HS that everything has suffered; painting, drawing, writing..,
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Oda is Kami.
Warning: Language. The following contains some sensitive scenes that aren't so detailed, but still there. It's hurt/comfort with friendship and a hint of fluff, I guess. I like to add a bit of humor cuz I'm just that way no matter whatever the situation, even in RL. Which is bad cuz I always get in trouble for it. Sanji centric.
Anyway.., here's chapter 2. Please don't hate me for doing this.
Chapter 2 - It's Okay To Cry
The rain poured heavily down against the windows, the early autumn sky darkened by thick rolling clouds. Sanji stared at the TV, not really watching and completely bo~red. He wanted to hang out with Zoro, but the aspiring swordsman was off training again. Zoro had lost yet another fight to his sister the day before and whined pathetically, throwing his three shinai in a tantrum as he always did when he lost and challenged her to a rematch, again. Sanji had been there, laughing at Zoro whenever he got hit or tripped or when Kuina knocked the bamboo sword out of his mouth, and cried praises and confessions of love to the older teen, which prompted both irritated kendokas to literally throw him out.
After their match, Sanji had tried to get Zoro to go with him to the convenience store and get some candy; he had always wanted to try Gushers. The kids at school always had candy or soda in their lunches, but Sanji and Zoro, having the strict parents they did, weren't allowed to eat stuff like that. Zeff was such a hard ass and it pissed Sanji off to know end, so he resorted to stealing gum and other things from the chefs at the Baratie. At least Koshiro allowed Zoro and Kuina to have one box of commercial brand cereal each. Sanji had prodded and egged Zoro to go, but the other boy was too angry at himself to wreak havoc with his best friend, yelling over his shoulder that is the blonde wanted candy he could wait until Halloween as he shoved Sanji aside to go train alone.
The rough handling didn't sit well with the blonde and just because he didn't wield a sword didn't mean he went to the dojo just for shits and giggles. The Isshin Dojo taught several different arts. Sanji used his training in karate to kick a rolled up mat and sent it flying right at the other boy's head, knocking him flat on his face, before he stomped out the door. The muscle-brained neanderthal could train until he passed out for all Sanji cared, which wouldn't be surprising since that was actually something Zoro often did.
So, there he was, bored out of his mind, lying upside down on the couch, legs propped up on the backrest, glass of orange juice sitting on the floor and drinking it through a long twisty straw with the rain pounding loudly on the rooftop as he watched Jigglypuff draw eyepatches and moustaches on Ash and the gang's faces. Sanji suppressed a laugh when he remembered the time Zoro had done the same thing to him when he spent the night at the green hair's house. They fought when he awoke and ended up smashing a lamp into the drywall, which resulted in them cleaning out the garage and scrubbing the dojo's bathrooms.
Sighing deeply, he flopped over the couch and turned the TV off. He hadn't seen Zoro for only a day and he was already ready to hunt the boy down and force him to spend time with him. Not even cooking (he had been loitering at the Baratie earlier, but Zeff had sent him home for being in the way) and locking himself in the bathroom (oh the joys of being a ten and half year old boy that discovered Hustler) could sate him long enough for the day to pass quicker. He strode over to the kitchen to make an early lunch, pulling the fridge open to inspect its contents and nearly dropped a carton of milk when the front door bust open, crashing into the table behind it and knocking picture frames over. Sanji grabbed a cast iron skillet from its hook above the island and rushed over to fend off the intruder only to freeze in his tracks at the sight before him, pan slipping from his slack fingers.
Kneeling on the hardwood floor with icy water dripping in rivulets from his green hair was a rain soaked Zoro, head down, eyes shadowed, breaths ragged and shoulders shaking vehemently.
"Marimo!" Sanji rushed over to the boy, sliding across the floor on his knees until he was kneeling beside him. "Oi Marimo, what's wrong. What are you doing here?" Zoro didn't answer. Water fell from his clothes and hair, but the steady flow dripping from his chin caught Sanji's attention. Zoro's whole body quaked and a small whine choked out of his throat. Gripping his small hands on Zoro's boney shoulders, Sanji steadied the shaking and pulled his friend close. "Zoro? What happened? Come on, Zoro." Sanji was getting scared. Here Zoro was, drenched from running in the rain, eyes red and puffy. Zoro never cried, that Sanji was certain of.
The only time Sanji had ever seen Zoro shed a tear was when they had been reunited after Sanji went missing in the woods for two days during a summer camping trip by the lake. Sanji had slipped off a cliff and when he tried to get back to camp, he had only gotten himself deeper into the woods. He found a small river and berry bushes nearby but the water had made him sick and without a fire, he couldn't cook any fish (not that he caught any) and suffered the cold nights, almost getting hypothermia. When the others had found him, he was wet, dirty and had a nasty cold. Zoro held him tight, burying his face into Sanji's neck and cried, telling him how stupid he was and calling his friend every insult in the book. The others had told him that the green haired boy was so worried he never gave up looking, always out searching for him, even refusing to eat or sleep until Sanji returned. It had been a terrible experience, not being able to eat for that long and when Sanji got out of the hospital for his injuries, he and Zoro read every book in the world on survival training and learned all the different ways to build fires, shelters and rafts, even going as far as learning the basics of sailing since they both loved the sea.
"-ina-"
Sanji was pulled out of the memory and looked down at the green tuft that was sticking into his nose. Zoro was saying something, but he could barely hear it.
"-uina-"
'Weena?' Sanji's heart clenched and he reached down, lifting up Zoro's head and looked into his bloodshot eyes. "What?"
"Kuina." Zoro's words were soft, barely above a whisper, but their meanings rang loud and clear in Sanji's ears. "Kuina. She. She-" Zoro squeezed his eyes in what looked like pain. He wrapped his arms around Sanji's waist and held him tightly. "Sanji."
Sanji's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. It didn't take much thinking to figure out what had happened, but what he couldn't wrap his young mind around was the why and the how. He felt his body heave and he was glad he was already on the floor, knowing his legs would have given out if he were standing. They stayed there silent for a while longer before Zoro sniffed up his snot, taking a deep breath and started slowly and clearly.
"I challenged her again last night. We fought with real swords, you know, the ones dad keeps on display." Sanji nodded, his cheek rubbing against Zoro's head, well aware that whatever it was had shaken Zoro enough for him to call Koshiro 'Dad', which he seldom does, normally calling the man 'Sensei'. "Well, we fought and I lost. She started crying. And she yelled at me about how I'll be bigger and stronger than her one day and would beat her. She said that because I was a boy I was going to be better than her. Not because of my skills, but because I was a fucking BOY! Can you believe that shit?! I made her promise me to never give up, to keep fighting me. And when we're older, one of us would be the greatest. The greatest god damned swordsman in the world!"
Zoro sobbed and doubled over in Sanji's arms as he tried to control his emotions. Sanji couldn't help but smile at his friend's words, Zoro was always one to take things to the extreme when it came to his passions; never back down from challenges or go back on his word. Sanji could easily see Zoro fighting swordsmen from all over the world to become the best. The same could be said about himself and cooking. In the United Kingdom, there was a cooking challenge for kids but Zeff forbade him from sending in an application, saying publicized events of children competing against one another was just as barbaric as gladiators fighting to the death and he was not paying for any travel and leave his restaurant with his dumbass cooks. Sanji ran his fingers through Zoro's wet hair, coaxing the boy to continue. A chill not caused by the rain water soaking into his clothes ran down his spine as fear flowed through his small body in anticipation of what his friend will reveal.
"I went to bed and she stayed up late to train more, I guess what I said encouraged her or something. I don't know what she did but I woke up when I heard something break, like glass or something, and my dad called me down. I thought I was in trouble for something." Zoro's voice got eerily quiet and Sanji braced himself for the worst. "Kuina. Sh… She- She died. Kuina died. She's dead. My sister's dead and she's never coming back!" Zoro wailed at the top of his lungs, fighting desperately to keep fresh tears from streaming down his swollen face.
Sanji chokes out a strangled gasp, not realizing he was holding his breath. 'Kuina's…dead?'
Kuina was a couple years older, already a teenager having just turned 13. She was pretty and strong and a bit scary when provoked but one of the greatest people Sanji knew. She was fun to be around, always getting it on with Zoro and fighting, but Sanji always refused to fight her whenever she challenged him. When she finally asked him why he wouldn't fight her he had said it was because she was a girl, provoking her to throw shoes, insults and even a couple of fists at him. Sanji had a moment of weakness and snapped at her, driving the heel of his sneaker into her side and sending her flying into a barrel of bokken. She shot up in excitement, ready to battle the curly blonde cook, but Sanji started panicking when he realized what he did and started crying. The blue haired girl had finally given up on him then, calling him weak, a coward, a useless piece of shit that would never be able to call himself a man. That had stung a bit but who was he to defy a lady's words?
The three of them would always train at the dojo, watch TV and play video games together. Sometimes they would head over to the Baratie and watch the chefs bitch and argue. She was always such a pleasure to be around, always laughing and she had the most brightest smile he had ever seen. She was confident and had an air of authority about her that one couldn't help but respect. He admired the teen like she was his own sister, they treated each other as much. A sudden realization hit him like a bucket of ice water, 'Kuina's gone. Things will never be the same without her.'
Sanji looked down at the bawling moss ball in his trembling hands. Soon enough, Zoro had collected himself again and continued his story. After he had woken up he had found Koshiro and Kuina at the bottom of the stairs, she was face down on the floor while their father gingerly touched her. Koshiro had called the police and a "corner" or whatever that guy is called came to the house and examined her and reported that she had suffered trauma to the head. He confirmed her death, a "basil skull fracture" due to a sudden fall from the top of the stairs seven hours prior to discovery and he laid her in the back of the medical van. Two police officers had questioned Koshiro and Zoro during the examination, both men uncharacteristically calm given the circumstances, though the boy shook uncontrollably with grief and anger. The officers had decided that no foul play was involved and left. Koshiro was about to join the coroner to go to the mortuary where Kuina's body would be prepared for her much too soon funeral when Zoro finally snapped and started screaming. He didn't want to go to the morgue. He didn't want to see his sister, his rival, his best friend's lifeless body anymore. He just wanted out. He ran through the rain, sprinting down the streets and across town until he finally made it near the harbor and stood in front of the Legge household.
Sanji couldn't believe the words. How could Kuina be dead? She was one of the strongest people he knew, she couldn't die, could she? That something as stupid as a fall down some stairs was enough to take such a precious life away? He had fallen down the stairs a number of times before, the worst of the damage a sprained ankle, but death? What are the odds of dying from that? Choked sobs wracked through Sanji's body, he collapsed onto Zoro's trembling form with tears streaming down his face and they cradled each other in their small arms.
They sat on the soaked floor, the wood slightly swollen from the moisture. Sanji opened his eye and looked down at his now calm friend. He couldn't find any words to say to comfort Zoro, so he grabbed the others face into his hands and brought it up to his, pressing their foreheads together, hoping to convey some emotion of solace in the contact. He smiled affectionately at Zoro's face, still dry from unshed tears.
A loud guttural groaning emits from somewhere deep between them that is both equally heard and felt. Zoro tugged his head out of Sanji's hands and quickly averted his eyes, a light blush dusting his face. A sad smile tugged at the corners of Sanji's lips, and he wiped his tear stained cheeks before he stood, bringing the broken boy up with him.
"I'll get you a towel and then make us some lunch." he said softly.
Sanji made his way quickly through the bungalow, snatching an arm full of towels out of the hallway closet and a set of soft fluffy sweats from his bedroom before racing back down the stairs to the shivering boy dripping in his foyer. He dropped the clothes and half his load next to Zoro before shutting the still open front door, throwing the rest of the towels to sop up the miniature river crawling across the floor and squatted down beside his friend to help him dry off.
"Yamero, teme!" Zoro squawked from beneath the three towels being rubbed against his hair and face, yanking them off to glare at the sheepishly smiley blonde before him before adding quietly, "I can do it myself."
Sanji nodded his head, knowing full well Zoro was old enough to handle it himself, and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat.
He pulled open the fridge to scan its contents again. He figured he should make something that cooks quickly, and given the situation at hand, he found it best to make comfort food. Zoro's favorite food was rice and that only took ten minutes to cook, but the problem was what to pair with it.
He dug through the crisper, 'Maybe a stir fry? That's fast but chopping will take some time.' He grabbed a hand full of tomatoes, 'A curry would be really good right now… Kuina loved curry…' He put the tomatoes back and tightly gripped the drawer until his knuckles turned white. 'Stay calm, stay calm.' Reaching into the back, he pushed aside a jar of Zeff's homemade pickled chutney and found a carton of eggs. 'Eggs…'
Suddenly remembering his hidden treasure he grabbed the eggs, shut the fridge and scrambled into the far left cabinet under the sink, digging behind casserole dishes and colanders and pulled out an old, rarely used salad spinner. Popping the lid off, he reached in and pulled out his most prized possession. Snickering to himself he got off his knees and started taking out all the cookware and utensils he'll need.
~GUZS~
He was flipping the browning pink slices when he heard the metallic clank and low hum of the dryer. Zoro, warm and dried, sullenly entered the kitchen and propped himself up on one of the island's barstools and watched the mini-chef in his element.
"What is that?" He sniffed, craning his neck to try and look over Sanji's shoulder and into the frying pan. "Is that … Spam?"
"May~be. What's it to you, baka?" Sanji sang mockingly, hoping his change in attitude would infect the other. He turned to look over at Zoro, a smug smile stretched across his face.
"Wh-where did you get that?" Zoro said disbelievingly. Sanji never had factory made processed food in his house, Zeff always made everything from scratch. He shot his head over to the trash bin to find, yes!, an empty Spam can sitting right on top.
"Snuck it into the buggy when jiji wasn't looking. I distracted him when the check-out guy rang it up." He proudly said, and chuckled at the green haired boy's flabbergasted face. He was practically a fucking ninja when he planted the canned meat into that shopping cart. He did have a hard time though trying to sneak it into the house, though. Zeff didn't want him to drag all the stuff in at one time and damage the produce but the poor blonde ninja boy couldn't remember which bag the Spam was in, but somehow he was able to keep it hidden.
"Wow. He's gonna have your ass when he finds out."
"He won't. I'll put the can in the recycling later. Shitty old bastard won't know the wiser." Placing the hot spam onto a plate, he check the rice and turned it off before grabbing a paper towel to wipe the pan clean.
"That's not how you use that, aho." Zoro sighed, his friend may be stupid from not listening to their teachers; either too beautiful to pay attention to or too shitty to want to pay attention to, but he had such grace and knowledge in the kitchen Zoro could help but watch in awe.
"Keiro, kuso kenshin!" Sanji retorted, cracking an egg into a bowl a little harder than necessary.
"Sometimes I wish I never taught you nihongo."
"Shikitaganai, baka."
"Can't be helped, indeed. So," Zoro propped his elbows on the marble countertop. "Watcha making shit-cook?"
"Spam and eggs." He whisked a bit of milk into the bowl and poured the mixture into the hot pan. "You want ketchup with yours?"
"Sure." Zoro got up and moved over to the cabinets, pulling down plates and flatware and setting the table.
They sat together at the bar, Sanji ladeling piping hot rice onto the plates and Zoro digging into the eggs and meat. Sanji was about to ask if he wanted a knife when he saw Zoro chopping his Spam into tiny little diced piece and smashing it together with his rice and eggs.
"The hell are you doing?"
"Mixing it up, makes it easier to eat. Hand me the ketchup, will ya." Zoro used his fork to grind up his food with such a concentrated look on his face he didn't even bother to look up at Sanji when he spoke. Grabbing the bottle he squirted nearly half its contents onto his plate and mixed it all up until it was a bright red lump with gold and brown bits.
"There. Just like fried rice." He said proudly.
"Way to ruin the food, assface." Sanji scoffed, poking at his own plate.
"Did not! It all ends up the same in your stomach, anyway." Zoro snapped, shoving a spoonful of the mutant mush into his mouth and hummed in delight. He scooped up another spoonful and shoved it into Sanji's face. "Hewe! Twy eht."
He was about to refuse when the spoon forced its way into his mouth. He groaned in dismay before his eyes brightened and he licked the smear of tomato off his saying another word, he hacked away at his plate and gave the bottle a good solid squeeze.
Zoro merely gave him a knowing look and continued eating.
…
"Kuina would have liked this." was the tentative remark.
"Y-Yeah." came the strangled reply.
The rest of their meal was shared in a sullen silence, the only sound the clinking of silver against porcelain.
~GUZS~
Three cups of rice, a whole bottle of ketchup and more than half a carton of eggs later, the boys found themselves propped up on the couch staring at the TV, but not really watching, wrapped in a wool throw. They hadn't spoken since they ate and the silence only allowed for dark thoughts to consume their minds.
The sounds of metal clashing against metal echoed across the warm air of the living room and brought their attention to the glowing screen. A sword collided with three blades, sparks flying as they scraped against one another. Wolverine lunged forward to strike, but the Silver Samurai teleported behind him to send a flying slice into his back.
Zoro let out a strangled sob at the scene, no doubt remembering all his fights with Kuina. He gripped hard at the knees of his pants, his knuckles instantly turning a pale white. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he took deep, slow breaths, desperately trying to compose himself only to sputter and gag and choke.
"Zoro!" Sanji clapped a hand on Zoro's back before rubbing slow circles. He pulls the shaking boy into his chest. "Come on, Zoro."
Zoro didn't seem to register his friends soothing touch, nor his words. A violent cry tried to force its way out, but Zoro curtly held it in, biting his lip until the flesh turned raw and nearly bleed. "Hey, hey! Zoro. Look at me. It's ok. It's ok Zoro."
"How can you say that?!" the young greenhead cried, ripping his face out of Sanji's warm hands. "It's not ok! How can it ever be ok?! She's dead!"
Sanji grabbed onto his chin again, pulling him close so their foreheads touched. "No. No, that's not what I meant. Zoro, look at me." Zoro opened his bloodshot eyes and looked into Sanji's blue, finding not pity, but great concern and affection in them. "C'mon, man. You're not weak. It's ok to cry. I won't laugh. It's ok."
His words dove deep into Zoro, piercing through the walls around his stubborn heart and had to steady himself when Zoro collapsed into his chest.
Heavy tears the size of bullets poured down Zoro's face and soaked through Sanji's sweater. Strangled cries and mumbled words were lost in the fleece, his hot breath seeped through as well, heating up Sanji's chest as he cried into Zoro's hair.
At first he hadn't believed it, or rather, he chose not to believe it. But now that time had let it sink in, and his best friend was weeping in his lap, it had finally dawned on him that Kuina really was gone, and she really was never coming back.
The words repeated themselves in his head over and over again. He wanted to scream, he wanted to fight and kick and lash out. The Roronoa's were like a second family to him, losing one of them hurt him as much as it would if he lost old man Zeff. He didn't understand, it didn't make sense, it probably never will. But that was the truth, and it would be very hard to except.
With Kuina gone, he would no longer have an older sister figure. The one that reprimanded him when he and Zoro went and got themselves in trouble. No more squeezing into the recliner when they played video games. No more action movie marathons that got interrupted with the two kendokas sparring. No more sniping when Sanji over compliments her. No more fighting off the stupid shithead cooks that poke fun at her at the Baratie when they help out in the kitchen on the weekends.
No more walking in on the boys when they're hiding behind the bed with a magazine between them… Not that that happened often, just the one time. And boy, had that been embarrassing. Sure he never wanted that to happen again, but the thought that the reason why it'll never happen ever again hurt and made him want to burn the magazines and never see another one again.
No more sleepovers in the backyard (well, that ended after they burned the tent down, but that didn't mean they couldn't do it again in the future). But he guessed it did. They were never going to do anything together as a trio ever again. It was all over. Now it was just him and the marimo, not that that was bad, he loved Zoro, he was his best friend. But they were on their own now, without the older girl's guidance, and it scared him gripped Zoro's back harder as he held him closer to him, hoping to fill the black void that was increasingly growing in his little chest, and cried loudly, screaming into his friend's eye while the other did the same, their bodies shaking hard against one another until exhaustion hit and they fell into a deep sleep in the other's arms.
~GUZS~
It was already dark when the rain decided to slow, the loud downpour against the roof settled to an almost inaudible pitter patter against the shingles. A large, rotund figure with long, thin rods sticking out of his face loomed in the window as it made its way to the front door, the jingle of keys finding no give and the door swung open.
"Shitty little eggplant didn't bother locking the door, again." a gruff voice mumbled.
Zeff shook his umbrella before stepping over the threshold only to find him not stepping on the hard wicker doormat, but a sopping pile of white towels under his feet. His long braided mustache twitched as his eyes trailed up the white path of terry. Water was soaked all over the entryway floor; a spot of faded, swollen wood could be seen under an even large pile. Next to it a pair of small, black boots that he instantly recognized.
Shaking his head, he removed his coat and made his way to the kitchen. He was just setting down a bag of take out from his restaurant when he saw the mess. Pots and pans were piled in the sink with several red stained plates and bowls, a carton of eggs sat out on the counter, half of them empty shells. He turned to the trash can to find an empty bottle of ketchup and - little shit - an open can of SPAM. The bold yellow letters glared at him as he glared back.
"That brat is going to have a conversation with my plastic foot when I find him."
He crossed into the living room to find said little brat, bundled up on the sofa and curled around another little brat, one with stupidly green hair that made him think of lettuce. He looked down at their tear stained faces, lids sticking from dried tears that had glued their eyelashes together, both sniffling in their sleep.
He couldn't resist as he opened a drawer in the side table next to the couch, and pulled out a disposable camera and snapped a photo. 'That's definitely going into the books.' He pocketed the camera and made for the remote to cut of the infernal sound of that stupid singing cat food commercial. He went to gather the boys in his arms, but froze when he heard a small whine.
"Kuina~" the little green boy sniffled, a stray tear hanging for his black eyelashes.
Sorrow and sympathy molded onto his old weathered face as he stood, trying to balance both boys in his arms as he made his way up the stairs and into Sanji's bedroom. A small foot connected with him stomach followed by a mumble of "kuso" and "jiji" made him look down as his stupid little son. Sanji mumbled again, something that sounded like "butt base" and Zeff's mustache twitched irritably again. He didn't understand the words the boy was saying but he could tell they weren't nice.
He gently placed the boys onto Sanji's boat shaped bed, tucking the fish print duvet around them. Almost immediately after he removed his hands, Zoro reached out for his friend, sobbing his name as their hands intertwined and pulled together until they were sheltered safely in each other's arms.
Zeff made his way back down the stairs into the kitchen and picked up the cordless phone mounted on the wall. He dialed the familiar number, not even looking at the keys as muscle memory took over and only had to wait for the second ring until the person on the other end answered.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hey, Koshiro. Your son's here. Has been for quite some time, if the mess has anything to say for it."
"Oh, I deeply apologize Zeff. I knew he would be there but I-" the dojo master started to say before being cut off.
"No, no. It's fine." he said reassuringly, hand waving around as if to fan away the unneeded explanation. "I understand. You have things to take care of. Zoro's upstairs asleep with my brat. They already ate it seems." -his mustache twitched again as he eyed the can in the garbage- "I'll take him home in the morning."
"Thank you very much, Zeff. I am very sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright, I shall see you. Thank you again."
~GUZS~
~3 days later~
The funeral was nice, he guessed. Not that funerals were nice to begin with. Many people, all dressed in black, had come to gather at the wake; neighbors, friends, teachers, a number of kids from school, everyone from the Baratie and Isshin Dojo had showed up as both businesses were closed for the day. Or rather week.
Many had said a few words about Kuina, all thoughtful and praising. Her coffin was white with shiny gold accents, the handles and framework glittered even as the September rain poured down. The headstone was traditional japanese, a tall granite pillar in the center of other stones of granite, arranged in a way that made it look like a heavenly altar. Her name was written in both kanji and roman. Visitors paying their respects hung flowers and trinkets around the marker, the freshly turned soil almost completely covered by vast amounts of flowers.
Zoro had only stayed by the open grave for a few minutes before running off to hide behind a nearby tree. He didn't come back until they started lowering her. He was the last to leave, kneeling in front of her grave in silent prayer.
The repast was held at the dojo to accommodate the guests. The cooks from the Baratie took it upon themselves to cater the event; bringing tables, chairs and enormous amounts of finely made dishes and desserts, one would think it were more for a formal gather rather than one of mourning.
Sanji picked at his new itchy suit, hoping he'll never have to wear something so uncomfortable again, and tugged on the constricting tie as he bee lined through the crowd of people. Everyone talked among themselves about meager things, the weather, their own lives, catching up with people they haven't seen in a while, some parents even took the opportunity to ask teachers about their child's attendance at school and how they were faring. There were some that still cried, some that still spoke of Kuina, but even though the rest didn't, Sanji knew they were all silently mourning the loss.
Some kids played in the dojo training rooms, trying to see if they could do what Kuina could do. The students from the dojo had claimed that they all admired Kuina's spirit so much that they would become like her, become strong like her, become great fighters like her. This sparked a flame in the hearts of the students from school and they all started training and sparring, trying to copy Kuina's techniques and movements. Sanji smiled. Kuina may be gone, but she will most definitely not be forgotten. He made his way through the dojo, searching for a certain shade of green, and had finally found it in an old storage closet.
"Zoro?" He looked down at his best friend. He looked worn and tired and, honestly, he looked like shit. He kneeled down beside him and gently shook his shoulder.
Zoro looked up at him with slightly glazed eyes, before looking back down at his hands. A sloshing caught Sanji's attention and he looked to find a bottle of brandy in the boy's grasp.
"Zoro! Where did you get that?" He tried to take the bottle away, but Zoro only pushed him aside and took another chug, a fair amount of liquid draining from the already half empty brown bottle.
"Go'way." he mumbled.
Sanji could only stare at him as he picked at the black cloth wrapped around his left arm and drank from his bottle. He settled down beside Zoro, resting his head on his shoulder and reached for the bottle.
"If you're going to drink you might as well share." The bottle came away from Zoro's fingers easily and he took a swig from the bottle. It tasted as bad as it smelled and it burned down his throat. He couldn't understand how Zoro had drunk so much of it already, it tasted like rotten fruit. But he continued to drink it anyway. The bottle passed between them and they sat in a long, empty silence. The now empty bottle laid forgotten on the ground along with the labeled wrapper that proved it was a new bottle that Zoro had snatched away from the catering truck where Sanji was sure it was stored. Zoro had leaned his face into Sanji's chest, tears soaking through the layers of the itchy suit. They sat like that, fingers laced together for a long time before either of them spoke.
"Sanji?"
"Yeah, Zoro."
"Promise me," he started, squeezing Sanji's hand in his. "Promise me you won't leave me, too."
The blonde wrapped his other arm around him, fingers threading into his stupid, yet very soft green hair and held him close.
"Of course." Sanji whispered into his hair. He placed a light kiss on the crown before adding "I'll always be here."
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Sanji practices karate at Koshiro's dojo? Why? Because Koshiro's dojo teaches all forms of Japanese martial arts (Karate, Judo, Aikido and Kendo) and Sanji can train for free!
Shinai - bamboo practice swords. Bokken - wooden katana.
Zoro meant "Coroner" and "Basilar Skull Fracture" (or Basal Skull Fracture). Many motor racers have died from a BSF. I just guessed her COD.
From what I know, an autopsy isn't always required if the coroner has determined the COD. Then they just take the body to the mortuary for embalming. Unless the coroner or police suspect anything no autopsy is required. I think. Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Sanji's Last Name: I wanted something that would match both him and Zeff because Prince and Black/Blackleg? No. So, I decided to go with Legge. It's of English Origin. Famous Legges include 1st-7th and 10th Earls of Dartmouth, all named William Legge; George I, George III and Gerald IX Barons of Dartmouth. What I find hilarious: they're all from Dartmouth. Dartmouth. Dart. Mouth. Ho~ly shit! Legge immediately became my final choice. Also, 'blackleg' is a disease in cattle where their flesh rots away from the inside out. I think that's awesome, too.
Kiero "fuck off"
Shikata ga nai "can't be helped", nothing can be done about it", "ain't nobody got time fo dat"
Spam + eggs + rice + ketchup = happiness. I ate this a lot when I was a kid. My mom always went ape shit when we (we as in me) smother it with ketchup. It's my childhood version of bibimbop.
Rice Topping: I've eaten rice every day of my life (I'm kinda asian.) and one of the weirdest yet tastiest things I had on rice was cheese. Hand full of shredded mozzarella or Kraft Singles, slap it on a bowl of rice and pop it in the microwave. Delicious. Treat rice like a noodle and you'll have endless possibilities. It's great in instant ramen and chili. Breakfast today was gouda and tomatoes on rice. PS: BBQ chicken hearts and butts is NOT weird. Cheese on rice IS.
X-Men TAS - S4 Ep13 "The Lotus and The Steel"
~I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix meow mix please deliver~ ^o^
According to OPwiki, Kuinadied 12 years before the current timeline, when Zoro was 9. Kuina would be 23 now if she were still alive, the same age as Tashigi, so that means she was 11 on that fateful night. Kuina's birthday is currently unknown so I settled with her being slightly older than Tashigi (b. Oct6).
You may have noticed I added a few lines of naughtiness (you read that in Freaky Fred's voice). I wanted this to be realistic with the way boys age, so yeah.
Anyways, thanks for reading! More soon to come.
Editor-in-Chief Sinn: Did they seriously forget about Kuina because of food?
BDM: Shut up, maggot.