REWRITTEN!

So, next chapter is up, and just on time as I promised you ^o^ -so proud of myself –smiles-

Big thanks to Mari-chan (Skriblerier) for Beta-reading this chapter

Thank you so much, you're an angel ^o^

I don't mind many things

But there are lines there shouldn't be crossed.

You've just crossed mine.

Grow up, Kid!

Chapter 2

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Heavy clouds above Bandon City threatened to release its cold shower, as a strong wind blew through the streets and left shaking bodies and clasping teeth behind it. Zoro mere trembles just by the sight of it as he stands at his room's only window, and thanks the sea-witch for once to lay money into a tavern there won't threaten to collapse in on itself by a single blow from the wind. Zoro reconsiders if Nami is feeling well or if she might be coming down with something – they'd even got a room each!

A knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts and he grumbles a "What?" in response. The door opens and reveals the person his thoughts just had been about. "What do you want?" he snaps at her, the smile on her lips indicating that she's up to something.

"Na~, nothing special, Zoro-kun," Zoro raises his brow by the nickname. "Just wanted to give you a little visit, that's all."

"Don't believe you." The swordsman says in a flat tone.

"Aww… you always so suspicious, Zoro~!" she says seductively.

"What?" Zoro commands angrily, he is far from in the mood for her small games. Nami hums. This couldn't be good.

"You still got that wonderful pocket watch that you got from Old Maggiton?"

"I fucking knew that you where up to something!" The first mate groans, clasping his hand to the temple.

"Can I have a look at it again?" She gave off her most innocent look, though it didn't work a bit on the swordsman.

"Hell no! You'll just take it and sell it to get the cash for yourself!"

Nami hufs offended. "Zoro, we need to pay for the rooms, and that pocket watch is the only solution!" she says matter-of-factly. Zoro blinks.

"Huh?"

"You didn't believe that I could effort my own money into such an expensive tavern, now did you?"

Zoro literally drops his jaw. "WHAT?!"

"So, hand it over, else we'll be kicked out the next thing in the morning and with a bill on our heads, and maybe even the marines as well. And you don't want that to happen, now do you?" All that sweetness was suddenly gone and switched out with that usual demanding voice of hers, as she moved a hand up to indicate that he should hand it over immediately.

Zoro groaned and after staring at her didn't make her flinch or give up, he had to. The hell, he doesn't even like that kind of things, but he couldn't say "no" after reserving it as a thank-you-gift from the major at the last island, from saving their 'Golden'-city from the Frog-pirates - honestly, what kind of name was that? Since then, Nami had literally been all over him to get her fingers in that watch. He knew that these tavern-rooms had been too good to be true, and he knew that she did have enough money to pay for it… she was just too greedy. That… woman had planned it all out from the beginning.

Nami squealed in pure glee as he tossed it over to her, and even went so far to kiss him on both of his cheeks, before she kissed the shining golden, diamond covered pocket watch. Rolling his eyes at her, he dried his cheeks clean. That woman would marry gold, if she could.

"By the way… Zoro…" The tone of her voice suddenly changes, as she looks up from her inspection of the watch. "Have you… been talking to him yet? You know, about that?"

Zoro leans back against the wall and now watches the life of the townspeople outside the window once again. Sighing heavily, he crosses his arms. "No, not yet," he says without looking back at her. "But I left him a note, so he should be here as soon as he wakes up."

"You… tell him about that, right?"

Zoro scratches his neck frustratingly. "Look I told 'ya that I don't li-"

"It's for his own good!" the red-haired navigator interrupts with a sharp look. "And besides; I don't want Luffy to get mixed in all of this… it's enough that the half of the town knows it. It's the only way-"

"Yeah, I know. I'll tell him." The swordsman sighs in defeat. Nami pulls a calm smile.

"Thanks Zoro." With that, she turns to leave. As she's about to open the door, the door opens by it's own and in comes a very drained looking blond cook, even though wearing his usual black suit, he still reminded him of a vagabond. No wonder after what happened yesterday

"Ah! Good morning Nami-san," the cook croaks, and gifts her a tired smile. Nami pulls a nervous smile.

"Morning Sanji-kun," She looks past him, indicating that she wants to get out. The blonde chef gets her point and steps aside and holds the door for her. Zoro narrows an eye at that. "Th-thank you, Sanji-kun."

"Always a pleasure, my wonderful morning-flower," he says with a light bow. Nami gives a half-hearted laugh and hurries down the corridors, into her own room. Sanji looks quizzically after her and shakes his head as he closes the door.

Pushing his hands into his pockets, Sanji leanes up against the closed door as he surveys Zoro's room.

"Not smoking today?" Zoro notes. Sanji shrugs.

"Can't find them anywhere… must have smoked them all last night, damn it." He makes a stretch and yawns. "Shit. That party last night, I think I drank a bit over the fence, I don't remember a speck of it." Sanji shifts his weight onto his other leg. "You wanted to talk, Marimo?"

Zoro nods and pushes away from the windowsill. The chef keeps a tired eye at him as he moves to the office table and opens the second drawer to pull out the photos, he hammers the drawer shut, making the cook wince at the loud bang, and throws the photos onto the table.

The flinch the cook made, as he gave him the look, felt somehow satisfying. "Your performance last night was not acceptable, Sanji!" Zoro starts, and he knows, that the cook knows, that he's not happy when starting to use his first name.

"What do you mean about my 'performance last night'? Wanna try to make yourself a bit clearer?" the blond asks and motions his hand out to the table. "And what the hell are all those pictures for?"

Zoro's stern look didn't disappear and Sanji merely raised a brow at him, with a what the fuck-look. Zoro looks at the pictures, an indicating for the cook to come over. It takes some time, as if the cook could lean over and see them all from where he stood, but as he came closer, as Zoro spread all the pictures out to be seen, his eyes, or eye, widened in both fear and shock. "What the…?!"

"Your behaviour was shameful, embarrassing and not acceptable, Sanji!" Zoro says with a low, serious calm voice. Sanji picks up one of the pictures and his hand even starts to tremble.

"This… this must be some kind of manipulation. Damn it, Zoro, I would never act like that! You know that!" The blond defends, his trembling hands telling him off that he's getting nervous as shit. Zoro says nothing as he leans over the table to pick up another photo and turns it so the cook could see. It was a picture of Sanji dancing half naked in a seductive dance, shirt half pulled off, right in front of him, drinking. Zoro observes the blond's reactions, sees how he pales, how he has to grab the table to his balance, before pulling out a chair to sit.

"I'm sorry, but this is no 'manipulation'." The swordsman says a bit calmer, but still with a hint of seriousness and anger hidden in his words. "The pictures are true… we all can testify to that."

"Then Nami-san…?" he says in utter horror, now understanding why she felt so uncomfortable around him. "Don't tell me, have I done-?" His hands are trembling even more, the thought alone of harming that woman is an unforgiveable sin, especially in the cook's book.

"You embarrassed her in front of everyone in the bar," Zoro tells "and after 'flirting' around with her and telling her how nice her ass was, you even tried to go that step further, right in the middle of the bar… against her own will!"

"No…" the blond says, despondently, the look of utter horror. He hides his face in his hands, golden bangs covering every piece of his face. "Zoro," he says weakly, "you know that I normally wouldn't act like that… you all know that… don't you?"

Zoro hesitates, but slides the next photo to him, he knows, they all knows this isn't the cook's normal behaviour, and the man looks very close to his breaking point. But he has to know what he's done, he can't remember shit about it, it's clearly, yet it's as if the pictures is pushing to those memories again. But Sanji refuses to look anymore at them.

"Look at them," Zoro says, but Sanji refuses. "I said: 'LOOK AT THEM'!" The chef sighs and looks miserably back at the pictures before him, pictures of the cook starting to pull Nami's clothes off when she was trying to pull away from him; her face coloured in clear fear. Realisation hits him.

"She… told me to stop…"

"So you remember now?"

Zoro throws the next picture in front of him; the cook and their captain dancing on the table, the kid just as drunk, though Luffy only thought it was fun and games, while Sanji looked ready to eat him alive. The next picture was of the cook grapping the teen's head and licking his lips lustfully. Next picture: Their tongues 'playing' visibly with each other. Next picture: They both sat at a table, both clothes on and both looking more sober than they were at the previous pictures… they were laughing, arms around each shoulders; a 'harmless' picture you could say. The next one showed how the cook forced a whole bottle of alcohol down the teen's throat; laughing like a mad man. The next picture the cook once again looks away.

Zoro smacks a hand onto the table, making the other jump in his seat.

"Look at them!" he says dangerously and literally throws another picture in the cook's face. Tears is threatening to fall, he can see the glimpse of them in his visible eye. Sanji picks up the picture there showed how he slowly was about to pull the unconscious raven-haired teen's boxers off. Zoro himself was seeing stomping angrily up to them, pulling his one katana, Franky trying to stop him. He remembers it clearly. He's never had this much urge to hurt the cook, ready to run his katana right through him.

Sanji gnaws on his lips, as one hellish photo after another comes in front of him. As he tried seducing a red-haired woman, as he made foolish out of himself more than once, and, especially these ones, even made Zoro hesitate to show, debating, he threw them in front of the cook, who's reaction was puzzled. The picture was of the cook, half naked sitting on Zoro's lap, arms slung around his neck, sliding his crotch up against his lower parts, damn, even at the picture the blush is visible. He hurried to throw the last picture to cover it, before the cook could take a closer look. It was of Sanji laying in a corner, touching his beaten up face and Zoro standing over him with both of his katanas, both Franky and Brook trying to hold him back. Sanji winced at the picture, touching his face in return where a nice black eye hid under the bangs of blond hair.

"Luffy past out short time after your little 'dance' on the tables," Zoro informs, his voice fighting to keep himself under control "so he doesn't remember what happened that night... that's what he said when he woke up half an hour ago and ran out to 'try feeling the wind'. He might still be a bit drunk and have some hangover, but he wouldn't lie about such a thing. Usopp's on the ship with Chopper, so they didn't see any of this. Robin was out taking some air and only came back to find Brook and Franky trying to stop me from killing you." The word 'killing' made the cook shiver, as if the word alone could do its job.

Sanji just sat there, staring in utter shock and disgust, at his owns actions, ashamed. Good.

"Sanji," Zoro says sternly, and he waits until Sanji looks at him. "Those of us who knows about this have chosen not to tell the captain about it."

Sanji chews on his bottom lip. "…but…?"

"But!" Zoro underlins with a pointed finger. "You are not allowed to have any kind of alcohol, before every single one of us is feeling comfortable enough to be around you again. If you don't follow this rule…" Zoro watches him move insecure in his seat, he knows the consequences, he doesn't even need to say it, but the words needs out. "you will no longer be a part of the Strawhats!"

Yet as he says it, the words comes as a shock for the cook. "What? What are you saying? The hell? I did a mistake, yes, but you just can't-"

"It's, an, order, of the first mate!" Zoro says through clenched teeth. Sanji doesn't answer, he's too shocked, were still trying to comprehend it all. "Do you understand?" Sanji doesn't react, not before he has pulled his katana and presses the blade to the man's throat. He looks up, looking rather lost, scared and yet accepting his faith, if Zoro should follow his thread through. It pisses him off.

"Sorry, what?" Sanji asks hoarsely.

"I said; do you understand?" Zoro repeats.

"No alcohol, or else, out?" Sanji asks to make sure, keeping himself from swallowing. Zoro nods. "Yes, I understand, clearly." Zoro withdraws his blade and gets closer to him.

"Get up."

Sanji looks quizzingly up at him. "Why the fuck-" Zoro grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him off the chair. "Shit, okay okay, I'm up, damn it!"

"Don't play around with me more than once! When I tell you to do something, you do it! Understood, Cook?" Zoro hisses. Sanji stares at him in surprise, no wonder, he hates to pull that card and never orders anyone to do something, unless, he's as pissed as he is now. The blond nods slowly. He slams him against the window behind him, with such force that the man yelps in pain from the sharp edge of the windowsill. The glass creaks dangerously, Sanji looks out through the window. He knows that the cook knows that he only needs one hard push to find himself soaring towards the walk outside this building. He releases the shirt and instead grabs his throat, to make his point through. Sanji grabs his fingers, trying to pray them off.

"Ye-Yes! God dammed! I said I understood, shit-head!" he coughs as Zoro tightens the grip, shakes him and forces the idiot to look him into his eyes. "Listen you buffo -"

"You forced our captain to drink something he didn't want to drink," He cuts him off, closing his fist even more around the neck, ignoring the lame attempt of loosening his grasp, it'll definitely leave a mark tomorrow. "You seduced him and tried to get into his pants! You tried to get into Nami's pants against her will! You know what that's called?" Sanji gags, probably having trouble breathing. "That's rape!" Zoro hisses in disgust, what makes the blond still. Now he seems to finally grasp the whole ideal of the problem. "You ruined our reputation and," He has to restrain himself from breaking the fine neck, Sanji gasping for air, trembling fingers begging him to release. His visible eye starting to unfocus. He has to calm the fucking down, before killing the damn idiot for his senseless behaviour.

"Zho…ro…" he wheezes, feet frantically scraping against the wall behind him as Zoro lifted him even higher up. "I… I can't…. br… breathe…! Argh!"

Zoro leans in close. "…and, you made a complete fucking fool out of me right in front of everyone else as well. You get what I'm saying, cook?"

Sanji nods weakly. Satisfied, Zoro throws him aside, watching as he crashes against the bookshelf at the other side of the room. Coughing violently, Sanji had problems gaining his balance to get back up on his feet. Zoro doesn't like the next thing he's going to say, but he'd agreed to it, and he was a man of his word. This is for the best for the both of them. Zoro steps up to the wheezing coughing blond, arms crossed and readies himself for the final blow. It's for the best, they'd agreed, he'd promised it.

"And a third thing," he finally says, clicking his tongue, the cook literally flinches at the sound of his voice, had he gone too far, is he going too far now? Zoro gnashes his teeth. "Keep your hands away from my fiancé!"

"Wha, what…?" the blond croaks, grabbing his throat.

"Keep away from Nami!"

The reaction is more than he predicted; utterly lost of words, before grasping what he just said is no joke. The look he gives him, makes his heart sink into the muddy deep.

"Ho…how-"

"How long?" Zoro helps. Sanji nods slowly and Zoro forces a smirk "Since last month. Concentrate on your surrounding and listen to what people says, then you'd heard it."

He doesn't like how the blond looks at him and then goes to just stare blindly into the room, he can almost hear the blond's world shatter. It hurts to look at.

"Why… why didn't you… kill me when… I tried to… when I almost," he stammers, but can't finish the last words.

"Rape her?" Zoro finishes, making the blond flinch. Sanji hesitates, but nods. "Because I was stopped, as you could see." He says in a matter of fact, the words seemingly stabbing him in the heart. Zoro pulls Wadou, resting the cold steel against the other's throat. "Want me to end it now?" All what he need is the chef's deadly glare, before he sheets his katana back into her hilt with a smirk. "Good. Never let your soul shatter just because of a woman."

"Fuck you, moss-head!" Sanji says with a hoarse voice. Zoro chuckles and leaves the blond to his own thoughts, but as soon the door's closed, it drops into a serious expression. He'd thought about it all morning and half of the afternoon, even the others said the same: the cook was no harasser, no matter how drunk he became, overly friendly, sure, but not like this. Then the question's just; what the fuck happened for the cook to act like that?

A loud bang and a frustrated roar is heard behind the closed door.

It takes some time before the blond leaves his room. Resting in a corner, Sanji doesn't see him as he passes by, hand resting on his head while mumbling something incoherent. A couple of men, guests from the previous night's party, rounds the corner from the direction the cook came from, and immediately recognizes him.

"Oh~! If it isn't the dancer from last night?" the largest of them snickers. Sanji obviously ignores the comment and walks faster. As a hand stops him and slams him against the wall, Zoro watches closely. When the cook is in a foul mood, he's not to be played with. No matter how freakng tall they were. "Wanna dance for me tonight, beauty?"

If the giant didn't know what pain was, he defiantly learned it, after the blond danced him right into a one-way-ticket to the hospitals ICU.

To be continued