REWRITTEN!
AN: Hi there everyone, and good Sunday! It's finally time to get on to the next chapter, and for the most of you, I think you'll like it a little ^^ summer vacation is almost over and I soon have to work again, but don't worry, there will still be a new chapter every Sunday of 'Taste of bittersweet Disaster'. XD
Answers on reviews from chapter fourteen:
Mish1: yeah, even that it's me there are evil towards them, I still feel sorry for both of them… honestly!
Zoro: Yeah, and you sounds reaaaally like you mean it to, no?
Nille: Eh-hehe… -sweat drops-
grace121: First of all, I'm really flattered that you like this chapter too^^ second: I'll do my best to fulfil your wish and will come up with a story that you will love (I hope ^o^;). Thanks for the options and when this chapter comes out, I will already have started on your story ^^
Daschel: Short-time-brain-loose, I think that you can call it that, what Zoro got for a moment^^ But anyway, well, who knows how Sanji felt? Will I tell? Hmmm, nope! You just to have to read this chapter down below. XD
Yukiim: Thankii!
Usopp: Yeah, thank you so much for your kind words! Hmph! –crosses arms over chest- you're defiantly not being one of those to reserve a Christmas card from me this year!
Nami: Yes, I'm with you, Usopp (for once). I would NEVER blow anything up!
Usopp: Hey! I heard that!
Zoro: -snickering- bad loosers.
Sanji: -Noodle dance- I love you too, Yukiim-chwaan!
Nille: YOSH!
Nami/Usopp: -sweat drops- you all pretty weird, you know that, right? –sighs-
IzzyIzMyRoleModel: Ah! You're were all these people? Haha! Well then, thanks for all those other reviews I got from you ^^ and now I'm curious… what are the two reasons that you can't wait to happen? M'curious~! ^o^; Glad that you like this chapter as well!
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zoroVsanji: -big smile- Ah, thank you so much! Hehe! Have told it to Zoro… weird, he went off right after completely read in his face… wonder what's wrong with him? ;p
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Dont-stop-believing: -big smile- lovely! ^o^ Glad to hear that I can help people survive through Bio-classes XD And thank you for the cookies! –chump! Chump!- Mmmm! Tastes really good~!
Usopp: Oi! Wasn't it something with that we should share?
Nille: -Looks at review- nnnnope! Doesn't stand –starts eating again.
Usopp: -mumbling- greedy…!
Sanji: Oi Longnose! –dark aura surrounding him- got something to complain about? You already got a share right in front of you! Baka!
Usopp: Huh? –looks down-
Sanji: Or rather you 'had' a share right before… Luffy just ate it for you,
Usopp: -roars up- LUFFY!
Pirateking1: YAY! CAKE! –Dance around the cake and then suddenly stops- hmm, what to wish what to wish… Ah! –blows the biggest candle-
Zoro: So, what did you wish?
Sanji: Pernille-chwaan, my adorable angel! –kneels down on the ground- Would you like to marry me?
Nille: YES! My wish became true!
Zoro: -sweat drops- Absolute no comments… -thinking… evil smirk and then blows a candle-
Franky: Yo, guys! Look what I found here! An ancient ancho –ups! –trips, anchor flying in the air and lands on Sanji's head-
BANG!
Sanji: … -1 hour later, wakes up- WHAT THE FUCKING HELL MARIMO?!
Zoro: -snickering- yup, it worked.
Once again I have to thank Jessica (Cloud-Ima) for helping me beta-reading this chapter as well! She has agreed to become my beta-reader the rest of my story (Hope you'll want to become my permanent Beta-reader) Damn I send her this chapter Sunday, and already Tuesday morning I got it back! Thank you so much for your help, Jessie-chan, you're the best! ~^o^~
Please enjoy! ~^o^~
Taste of bittersweet Disaster
-A One Piece fan fiction
By Crystalbluefox
I loose my breath every time I look at you…
I feel my heart beat so much,
That I think it soon will burst out of me…
But I never can tell you about it…
I can only be with you in my dreams,
Never will I be happy,
In the same world that you're breathing,
Course you must hate me like the flu,
After what I've done to you…
If I just could keep dreaming,
And then keep being with you,
Where my love to you was legal.
I love you, so much,
That I even get sick of myself at the thought!
15. Chapter
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Colourless Butterfly
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No one had seen Zoro in the last few days, though they knew the swordsman were spending most days up in the crow's nest, training like a mad or meditating, unless he had to piss or eat. Eating mostly happened when everyone else had eaten and there were no one else in the kitchen. The idiot only lived on leftovers, if not Oliver dared to sneak up a tray with food. Even Luffy was clueless as to why this behaviour, though everyone had an idea of, it was because he almost lost to a bullet, because he judged himself to be too careless and unfocused. Everyone, except for Sanji.
He stared at the seasoned meat cooking in the pot on the stove, and just barely acknowledged the young blue-blond teen as he came in to the kitchen asking for something. Sanji answered with a mumbling "sure", not even knowing the heck he was answering to. Everyone thought they knew why, about Zoro's insane hermit training sessions and not wanting to look anyone in the eyes, but Sanji knew, hell, if it wasn't for the cooking or the drugs, he would be staring into a wall trying to wrap his brain around what the fuck just happened then. He had to do something, had to occupy his hands, his mind, yet, here he was, sitting and reminding, reliving the scene in the infirmary, just a few days ago. That kiss. He could still feel the softness of the other man's lips on his, still feel the burning touches on his skin, where the other's hands had wandered, whenever he brushed his own hands over the same touched places. Closing his eye, his vision was filled by two dark grey orbs, almost black with desire, running is thumb over his fingertips, he could vision that broad tanned skin, almost golden in the light of the moon, feel every curve of muscles and each little scars. And then that long one, stretching from neck to hip, splitting the body in two, once almost killed the man. Now the skin was marred, jagged and hard, yet still so tempting, inviting and clearly very sensitive to the other. He wanted to touch it again, to run his fingers along it, to dip his tongue down, all the way from neck to hip, and further below. He wanted more, he wanted to look into those deep abysses again, get lost in them, feel safe in them once more, let go of everything, forget everything. To take a taste of the devil's fruit, so to speak.
Sanji groaned and massaged his temple with his thumb and finger. No, no, no! What was he even thinking? He shouldn't even have these kind of thoughts about a man, yet alone Zoro of all people, no, his love was dedicated to women, to Nami and to Robin. Yet, here he was, sitting and fantasizing about that fucking moss-headed ogre of a stick swinging, bull-headed swordsman, and God he shouldn't even be thinking how it would feel like to press against the other's sack and hear him – oh fuck, stop it! This was wrong. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was fucking hell wrong! He grabbed his hair tight and pulled untill the roots hurt. He loves women, right? He loves Nami, right? Right, of course he did! What kind of stupid question was that? A stupid enough question, since the answer in his head didn't comply with the answer in his heart. So which one was right then? Which part of him belonged to who? No, that sound way too perverted! Shit, stop it already! What the fuck should he be thinking? The fuck should he believe in? His whole world as he had known it, was gone… he almost didn't know who he actually was any longer. All thanks to that marimo and his, yes he dared to say it, fucking hot kisses that almost made his knees melt and probably would have sent him in the ground, if he had been standing up. No matter how he thought about it, no matter what he told himself, he couldn't keep lying about the fact that he actually loved to be treated that way, by that man. A part of him wished him to go drown himself because of the thoughts, another part told him to stop fucking around and to start making his move on Nami-san, or Robin-chan; even though the lady was pretty older than him, he at least could live with that!
But then there was a third part of him who told him to find the swordsman and tell him what he felt; take it or break it. That part of him was even ready to die for those words that lingered on the tip of his tongue.
Sanji buried his face into his hands and groaned. He had heard that love would be complicated, but he never knew it would be this complicated! And also; did he even love the swordsman, or was it just a one-time-feeling he had for him?But more important; how did he feel about all this? Did he really mean-
"Oh fucking HELL!" Sanji slammed his fist hard down on the counter and Oliver, who apparently stood right beside him in that moment, jumped in fear with a yelp. It was only then that Sanji realised that the kid had actually been standing there beside him the whole time.
"S-Sanji? Y-you okay?" Oliver asked nervously as he tried to calm his beating heart.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the blond lied. "M'sorry," and looked up to check the... he looked around on the counter but couldn't find what he was searching for. "Where's the pot with the-" he snapped his fingers as he tried to find the word. Damn, it was embarrassing, that a master chef such as himself forgot the name of the freaking dish he had prepared.
Oliver smiled a bit nervously. "The meat is cut-and-dried, Sanji-san, uhm… I asked you if I should take care of it, and you said 'yes'."
"I… I did?" When the hell did he even speak to the kid, when he only now had realised that he was there? He cursed himself for being so oblivious. "Yeah, uhm… thanks, Oliver."
"Hm. Want me to bring up some food to Zoro-san?" The blond sighed and rubbed his temple again. "Sanji-san?"
"Uhm, yeah… you just do that, I… I think I will go to bed… would you and Nicki take care of the rest?"
"No!" Oliver only opened his mouth and snapped it close again, as he looked at the person who had spoken. Nicki smashed the rest of his cigarette into the ashtray on the counter and blew out a long trail of smoke. "We won't." Nicki looked between the blond teen in the wheelchair and his friend holding a pot, ready to serve. "Place that down, Oliver, we won't be serving a-ny-thing before the chef himself sits at the table!"
"Damn it, shit-head! I'm tired! Don't you get it?!" Sanji roared furiously grabbing hard around the armrests, to keep himself from jumping up from his seat and in the face of the damn blond.
"Yes, I do get it!" he said flatly and sat halfway up on the counter, his leg up, the other dangling down from it. If Sanji was able to stand he would kick the damn idiot so much, that he wouldn't be able to recognise himself for a long time, for using the counter as a chair when food was on it. Nicki pointed at him, his other arm rested on the leg on the counter. "I get it all perfectly. Both you and the first mate have been acting all weird. Neither of you have wished to eat and neither of you have been speaking much to any of us. Stop thinking of what happened back then! What happened, happened and that's it!"
Sanji paled immediately. Damn it! Did he know? Did he really know what they had been doing that day? Oh holy-
"He jumped right in front of the bullet, yes, but he's alive now!" Nicki then said. Sanji almost choked on his own words, halting himself in time to relieve something too touchy. Thank God that he meant the incident before the incident! "You both should stop being so silent towards each other and instead use the time to be friends again, instead of thinking on what could have happened... or you both soon will regret it!"
"What do you mean?" the blond asked blankly.
"A time soon will come when you won't have any time to be together anymore," Oliver now said. "Soon there won't be any time, and you will both regret not using it for anything good."
Sanji blinked. "Okay, I think I understood Nicki a bit better…" Oliver chuckled and gave him a warm smile.
"You'll understand it soon enough. Time is both a good and a bad thing, depends on what you'll use it for. Using it on constantly being angry on each other will just make you both regret when there are no more time to make it all good again." The blond blinked again.
"Oi! Stop talking like an old wise man and speak normally!" Oliver smiled even more and suddenly leaned so close to him that he could feel his breath.
"Well, sit at the table and eat some food, and then I'll tell you it in a way that even a baby could understand it!" Sanji could feel the heat in his cheeks, feel the confusion turn to embarrassment and then, finally, into anger when the heat reached its peak.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BABY, HUH?! WHO THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU DAMN LITTLE ANT OF A BRAT!"
Oliver couldn't stop laughing at him, and Nicki had to do his best to him in his chair, and from killing his friend.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Sitting at the round sofa up in the crow's nest, Zoro watched as the clouds floated by on the perfectly blue sky. The ocean underneath glittered so beautiful and gave the sea a peaceful look. There had not been any wind the whole day and the heat had gotten its chance to stroke over the deck of the Thousand Sunny, and Zoro thanked Franky for isolating the walls so much that the heat had trouble getting in. The room even had something the man called an 'air conditioner' to cool down the room when the heat became too much for those who were up here. He had to admit that the Speedo-wearing-cyborg was a genius sometimes.
He sighed deeply and lied back down on the sofa. He wasn't really tired, but he hadn't anything else to do; training didn't even interest him in the moment, and that was really bad! He closed his eyes and once again his mind was back at the infirmary, a couple of days ago. He rolled uncomfortably onto his side. He had already understood that he had a major problem. He'd never been with a woman, but that didn't mean that he'd never been interested in them. There had been women he had fallen for, but had to convince himself that starting a relationship wouldn't be any good idea. Asking a woman to join them on their voyage and put her through all those dangers they were put through… he never could bring himself to do that and staying back with her was completely out of question as well. He was like a bird that needed to stretch its wings fully, fly around wherever it wished, and he wanted to keep it that way. Besides, the bond he had felt for the few, hadn't been that strong, it hadn't bode for what he truly had searched in a future partner; he needed challenge, he needed someone who wasn't as submissive, someone who could stand their ground in a fight and someone who he could rely on even in the mouth of hell.
Someone, like Sanji.
Sanji had all the potentials; he was reliable, strong, he dared to lay his life in the man's precious hands, he was a fucking annoyance, big mouthed, heavy smoker, had an attitude as hell, a freaking demon, lovesick womanizer, an asshole, caring, lovingly, freaking sexy and beautiful and had lips there begged to be kissed again and -whoa! Where the heck was his thoughts spiralling down into?
He had a problem, a freaking mountain of a problem and nope, it wasn't only the one growing in his pants. Double shit!
Sighing deeply, as if the world itself was a heavy burden to bear, he tries to calm down the growing need down south. Meditating, it usually helped, or just to think of something to kill the mood.
Roronoa Zoro had a proplem:
He had fallen in love with a man, heavy, deeper than he ever had done before. And not any usual man either, no no, of course it had to be one from the crew, the only one he didn't get along with. And that's not even the end of the problem; he had even kissed that man, even though he knew that the man was straight. Damn it, what wouldn't he think of him right now? It wouldn't surprise him, if the cook chose to keep as far away distant from him, as possible.
Brushing a rough thumb over his lips, he could still feel the distant ghostly touch of the blonds' lips against his, he remembered his taste, his softness, his moans and groans as he touched him just the right places, and, Zoro found himself needing to kiss those lips again, even if it would cost him… his life? Nonononono! That was way too melodramatic, and yet, something deep inside of him, agreed to that term. Stupid heart and stupid mindless feelings! For heaven's sake, yes, he did actually like that blond, he loved him; he couldn't keep running away from that obvious truth. But headlines everyone; the guy was straight! Sure, he kissed back, but everyone could be caught in the heat of the moment. After Luffy had been there, they hadn't talked, he hadn't even looked at him, as he left the room, instead the cook had clearly turned his face away from him, and Zoro was no idiot to not understand such an act.
What should he do?
The fuck was there to be done?
Approach him? Tell him the truth? Yeah sure, if he wanted to get his head kicked off his shoulders, and then grilled over a volcano to be served to the next island's cannibals – he's a cook after all, not wanting to waste any meat at all. Or maybe he'd just get kicked his ass so much, that even a toothless old man would be able to chew him. Even though the cook was sitting in a wheelchair, he still had one good leg, despite the pain it caused him to stand up, he damn well still could kick hard. He'd seen the shoeprint on that other guy's face, back then, a shoeprint there only could fit to Sanji's black dress shoes.
Rolling onto his other side, Zoro stared at the soft backrest. It was almost noon; he could see it by the way the shadows were playing on it. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. He dreamed of touching the blonds' golden hair, he dreamed that he leaned in and breathed in the relaxing scent of lavender shampoo and that special smell that only that man had. He wrapped his arms around the blond, who wrapped his slender arms around him as well and buried his nose into the crook of his neck. Their heart beats became one, they felt like one, one whole person. Just standing like this, on the beach in the moonlight, with the oceans waters splashing up at the coast in an easy and an almost hypnotizing pace, was something that made him wish that this moment never would end. When he looked up, he looked into the most beautiful ocean ever. Sanji's blue eye reflected the moon in it and gave it an almost magical look. He just wanted to get lost in that eye. He moved his hand up to touch his cheek and Sanji leaned his head into that hand and hummed. Zoro felt his stomach make a flip-flop and for the second time he once again fell in love with him.
"Sanji…"
"Hmm?" Sanji nuzzled his nose deeper against his hand and Zoro moved his other hand up to caress his other cheek. That deep blue orb once again looked at him, and swallowed him into its dark ocean. Zoro swallowed and brought his face closer to the other.
"Sanji…" he whispered again, his heart felt as if it soon would burst out through his chest. He closed the distance between them "I love you!" he said and kissed him. Sanji's hands came up to his face and held him there, like he never wanted him to pull away again, and kissed passionately back.
"Zoro," the blond said breathlessly as they parted, Zoro kissed down along his throat, only humming in answer as he licked his way back up and made the blond whimper under his touch. He opened another button of the man's shirt as he kissed his way back down, and then a bit further. He could feel how the blonds' arms around his neck were trembling, thanks to his small demonstrations. "Never… never leave me Zoro, please… don't ever leave me." Zoro hugged him and kissed on the spot right above his heart. "Promise me…!"
"I-"
Knock-knock!
Zoro almost fell out of the sofa as he woke up with a start. He looked bewildered around himself, and felt a bit hurt to wake up to an empty room with no blond beside him, and at the same time he felt horrified for even have such a lively dream about the cook. Oh thanks shit that dreams couldn't be seen but yourself, yet, his heart wrenched at the thought of it only being a dream and never be able to be something else. He wanted to stay in that place, in that place where Sanji was healthy, could walk and loved him back, at that place where their love was legal and acceptable. Sighing deeply he ran his fingers through his short sweaty hair. "What?" he literally spat out.
"Dinner is served!" he heard Oliver singsong from the other side.
"Not hungry."
"… I'm coming in!"
"Just leave me the fuck-" but then the trapdoor already had opened and revealed a blue-blond teen peeking up through the hole.
Oliver found the swordsman sitting on the floor and looking like, to say it mildly, like shit! He gnawed on his lip and took the man's silence for an acceptation for letting himself inside. He closed the door and placed the food right in front of the stubborn first mate, who turned his face away from him and the food. Oliver felt a little hurt about receiving the swordsman's cold shoulder. He sighed and then took off his straw hat and placed it nicely on the couch, the t -shirt following right after wasn't handled that nicely at all and landed on top of the older teen's head.
Zoro removed the t-shirt and looked weirdly up at the younger teen. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Warming up," he said simply, as if it was the most obviously thing in the world, as he twisted his body and stretched his arms backwards.
"Warming up to what?" he asked, raising a suspicious brow.
"You and me are going to fight for that food," he said as he now stretched his legs and nodded his head down to the plate. Oliver stood up again and stretched his back by leaning as much backwards as possible. Zoro could tell that the kid wasn't as flexible as neither of the two cooks.
"I said I'm not hungry, kid. If you want it, you can have it!"
"Ah? So you're afraid of fighting me then?" the blue-blond teased with a mockingly smile pulling up on his lips as he moved back up. He watched as a vein popped up on the swordsman's temple. Perfect!
"You saying that I should be afraid fighting an ant as you?" he tried to say calmly, but Oliver could clearly hear the offended and angry tone in his voice. That just made him smile even more.
"Apparently you are, since you're running away from it." He almost had him.
Zoro stood up and cracked his knuckles, the sound echoed in the room. "You'll regret to challenge me, kid!" he said with a small smirk showing up on his lips. Oliver smiled even more. Finally, he got him!
"In here or outside?"
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Anna sat in the shadow of the orange trees, one leg crossing the other, arms propped up under her head as she leaned up against one of the trees. She sighed sadly as she heard something break followed after someone letting out a roar. She closed her eyes in irritation as she at the same time heard the chef's call for dinner.
"That idiot," she said to no one in particular as she now watched them jump down on the deck, after climbing down from the mast. Oliver managed to jump away in time, before being stomped under Zoro's heavy soles as the swordsman jumped down the rest of the way, right after him, but was soon on the kid's tail again. "He pretty well knows that he can't beat him." she yawned and stretched her body. "Oh well, m'just going to patch him up, as usual, just like when he challenged that blue-head to Will, back then." She rubbed some sleep out of her eyes as she heard the familiar steps of their blond assistant chef approaching her. She sighed once again. Heeere we go again.
"Anna-girl~!" Yup, the idiot was in that mood today. "It would be an honour to follow you to dinner, if the mademoiselle would please allow me today?" Nicki said, bowing gently while he reached his hand to her. She eyed it suspiciously and then looked up into his hopeful dark eye.
"Just one single wrong look, Nicki, and I'll send you flying over the railing!" she warned him. The assistant chef swallowed and gave her a nervous smile.
"O-of course I won't be like that, Anna-girl."
"Oh, and one more thing, while we're at it," she said as she accepted his hand, and suddenly dragged him closer to her so they were standing face to face. Nicki's eye widened at once. "Don't call me 'Anna-girl' ever again, got that, cook?" she said in her deepest, threatening voice she could moister. Nicki sighed sadly and nodded.
"Yes, Anna…"
"Good and –STOP LOOKING DOWN ON MY BOSSOMS, YOU DAMN PERVERT!" She roared as she saw his eye wander down there, and kicked him so hard that he actually did fly over the edge of the ship, with a long-pulling "Sorryyyyyy~!" following after him until she heard a distant SPLASH! Once again she had no one to follow her to dinner… as usual. "Damn cook!" she mumbled as she propped her hands deep into her pockets and stomped down to the kitchen.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Zoro panted as he rested his hands on his knees and eyed his opponent. He had to admit, the kid was fast, and good! But in a close-up fight, he had a little problem. He just had to get closer to him, but that was easier said than done.
Oliver shook his feet and cracked his neck as he waited for the swordsman to come at him again. He panted slightly and swallowed to moisten his mouth and throat. This fight suddenly reminded him of something, but he really couldn't put his finger on what it was. He shook his head and, just in time, managed to duck away from a fist that would have cracked his face in half. He had to be careful with this man because he was strong. But he loved challenges like this. He smiled slightly and jumped back towards him; he 'danced' around the swordsman and kicked him right in his back, making the older teen groan in pain. His blows weren't as powerful as the others, but at least he could feel them.
Zoro cursed as he stumbled slightly forwards, but managed to duck the next blow… he thought! Oliver landed on his hands, bended his legs and arms, and suddenly came flying back with full force towards the swordsman's head, connecting. The kid landed perfectly on his feet behind the swordsman right after he landed hard on the deck. Oliver smiled. He was glad that he had looked at how Nicki was fighting, but it took a lot of energy and arm and leg strength. He admired how strong his friend's blows actually could be.
Oliver let out a yelp as he suddenly was pulled by the legs and landed hard on the deck with the swordsman hovering over him, a fist only mere inches away from his face. He gulped and cursed himself for being so reclkless. Zoro smirked.
"Stop sleeping in the middle of a fight, kid -OUF!" he rolled onto his side, cursing as he grabbed his lower regions. That fucking kid!
"Stop being so close to me so long, m'not liking being trapped." If Zoro hadn't been in such pain, he would have rose a brow at the blue-blonds' sudden saddened mumble, and the way his shoulders sunk. Then he suddenly turned around with a smile plastered on his damn face. "But at least I won over you!"
"The hell, you didn't, fucking –ouch, it hurts!" the swordsman grumbled as he tried to connect breathing and talking with each other. "I'm the one who won, hadn't I held back, you would have been –ah- sleeping deeply now." More curses slipped the first mate's mouth and Oliver couldn't stop giggling at him. He knew that pretty well it was the swordsman who was the winner, but he just couldn't take it being trapped in small spaces… even hugs he had a problem with, but he never would tell that to anyone, they might just misunderstand it.
The blue-blond stretched his back, making some joints popping and sighed in relief. "The food s'mine, you go in there and eat when you're done complaining so much." Zoro swore that when he could walk properly again, that kid was a dead kid… and Oliver knew that, that was why he hurried up to the crow's nest and locked the trapdoor with lots of weights on top of it. Hopefully that would be enough to keep him out.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Everyone sat and chatted happily with each other as they ate the wonderful food that their 'head'-chef and 'assistant'-chef had prepared for them, even Luffy kept himself to his own plate, as he had got a chunk of meat the size of a cow. For once the others didn't have to worry about getting their food stolen by a certain rubber-captain. They all halted, as the doorknob was pressed down, and the door revealed a grumpy swordsman. Chopper was already hiding behind Franky's back, along with Usopp, both fearing to be in the way of the swordsman's bad mood.
Zoro stomped in and sat down beside his captain, who didn't pay his angry expression any attention and just kept eating happily. "Ah! Zhoho! Grey swe a! Oungry?" Zoro groaned in response and reached out for some of the food that was placed nicely on the table –he was honestly surprised that something still was left especially with who they shared the table with. He was about to reach for the potatoes but then stopped midway as he looked up at one of the cooks and heaved a brow.
"Why are you wet like a rat, thick-brow?"
"Why you ask?" Nicki mumbled in response.
"Well, because you look like a drowned rat!"
"Well, then don't ask!" he snapped back, and blushed as he heard the brunette woman snicker slightly. Zoro caught a glimpse of her smiling in satisfaction.
"Uh huh," he just said and was about to grab the potatoes; as he did, he saw that his plate already was covered with food. He looked quizzically at it. He was about to ask but another blond interrupted him.
"Just eat before your food gets cold, Moss-head." Said person looked to his left to see the cook of the Sunny sitting right next to him. He felt his heart skip a beat and he swore that it began to get a bit warmer in here, but damn it all if he began blushing in front of everyone else, not to mention in front of him! Zoro mumbled a 'thank you', Sanji looked surprised at him.
As Chopper and Usopp found out that no one was going to be killed today, they dared to sit back in their seats and look at their plates, only to find them empty. Both heads turned to their grinning captain who sat at the end of the table.
"LUFFY!" they both called angrily.
Luffy only smiled even more. "It just tasted so good, and it's no good if its start to get cold, ne?"
"That's a really bad excuse, even for you Luffy!"
"Yeah! Even for you!" Chopper agreed, but Luffy just kept smiling, and the two crewmates sighed in defeat. Apparently they would be dismissed from the table on half full stomachs.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Night fell and as the swordsman had expected, he found their cook sitting alone in the kitchen, watching the night skies outside the little window over the counter. He couldn't hear anything, but looking at the blonds' shoulders heaving and then falling heavily indicated that he was sighing deeply. Zoro clutched the packet in his pocket a little harder and took a deep breath before he knocked on the door and invited himself inside.
Sanji looked slightly over his shoulder to see who came in, but honestly didn't care; hoping that the person would leave him alone soon again. But as he caught the glimpse of something green, he wished that he had stayed in bed tonight. He couldn't take facing that man right now… just not yet. He still had that weird feeling tormenting him and sitting beside the swordsman at dinner had been hard enough. He fumbled with the little package in is hand and hid it in his pocket before the swordsman could get a proper look at it. He had to wait, no matter how hard it was, he had to wait until the other was gone, hopefully very soon. He really needed that shit.
Zoro walked slowly up to him. He scratched his neck while thinking about what to say and then just walked straight pass him and grabbed a chair on his way, he walked back right in front of him. Sanji eyed him as he watched the swordsman placing the chair as far away to his right as possible, on the other side of the room. Zoro searched for something in his pocket and placed a little packet on the counter right beside the empty chair. Sanji squeezed his eye a little, to see what it was, and then widened it.
"Is that, what I think it is?" he suddenly spoke up and slowly felt his fingers itching to get that packet. Zoro pulled a half mocking smile. Sanji turned his wheelchair and rolled slowly towards the swordsman. He looked from the little packet of cigarettes and up at the other teen. "How… how did you get it? Chopper told me that he had tossed it out."
"A lie," the swordsman finally said, "I found out where it was that our little fuzzy friend had hidden them." He moved his foot up in time to stop the blond from getting any closer towards him or the packet. Sanji reached his shaking hand out towards him and looked pleadingly up at him. If he could get his hands on that packet, a smoke, just one single smoke would be enough. He had been able to have the drugs, since it didn't smell as much as cigarettes, the reindeer had an annoyingly keen nose, beside those who had sold him the products didn't sell something as 'dull' as cigarettes.
"G-give it to me!"
"No," Zoro told him. Sanji's blue eye narrowed as he now looked up at the idiot swordsman.
"Give it the hell to me! You have no fucking idea how much I need those! Not even Nicki would lend me one!" the cook roared. The swordsman raised an eyebrow as the other said that word that so often had scared the shit out of him. Zoro could have smiled out of happiness; it looked as if the 'old' Sanji was slowly returning back… He just needed to do one more thing. He kept his serious face as he looked down at the cook.
"Yes, I know how much you've needed to poison yourself with those cancer-sticks, therefore I searched for them, idiot!" The blond grumbled.
"Then hand it over then!"
"No!"
"Wha –hey! What the…? What the hell are you doing, marimo?!" Sanji complained as the swordsman grabbed the wheelchair from behind and began pulling him backwards.
"You honestly don't think that you'll get them that easily, now do you?" Zoro stopped and locked the wheels.
"What do you mean?" the blond said a bit nervously. The smile creeping up on the first mate's lips didn't make him feel any more comfortable. The man placed himself right in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. He nodded his head back.
"If you want those, you have to walk over to get them."
"You damn well know that I can't walk!"
"Yet!"
"What?"
"You can't walk yet!" Sanji sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Look, Zoro, I can't."
"Yes you can." The blond looked up in surprise at the swordsman as his voice softened. "I'll help you," he nodded back again. "I'll help you walk again, so you can get your cigarettes and so I can kick your sorry excuse of an ass again!" Sanji had to chuckle, he honestly haven't foreseen Zoro offering his help to him so he could walk again. The thing was just-
"You have to hold me then," Sanji both said and admitted out loud. The green-headed man nodded.
"Of course."
"If you don't and I fall, I'm going to bite you so hard, the next time you get close to me, that you won't be able to use your arm the next five weeks!"
Zoro bend down before him and removed the footrests while he mumbled. "You can just bite me wherever you want to, I don't care,"
"Yuk! Moss-head! That just sounded so gay-ish, you pervert! Okay, stop giving me that creepy smile of yours!"
"How did you think you just sounded like right now, Aho-cook?" Sanji mumbled something and Zoro smiled even more. "Now, come on, give me your hand and try to standing up." the swordsman said as he stood up and offered him his hand.
Sanji chewed on his lip as he looked from the pack of cigarettes to the green-haired teen and then to the offered hand. He sighed and took it. He stood up and swayed a little, but Zoro's firm grip didn't allow him to fall. Suddenly he felt his other strong arm sneak around his waist and held him carefully around his hip, and no he didn't just almost blush at that touch!
"You ready, Sanji?" the swordsman asked calmly and Sanji could swear that it became a couple degrees hotter in here when his name was mentioned. Sanji took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Zoro nodded and waited untill the cook took his first step. He could feel the other trembling slightly all over his body as he took the first step, and winced when his weight pressed down on that leg.
"Good. Now the other leg… really good –wow, easy now, m'right here," he said and grabbed tighter around him as the cook began to sway a little. Sanji gasped and squeezed his hand.
"N-no, Zoro, I-I can't, m'getting dizzy."
"Come on, Curly-Q, don't give up that easily! You can do it…!" Sanji looked up at the swordsman's face, whose eyes were on his slowly moving feet. "Yes, that's good, and then –really good! Just keep on with that." He couldn't do anything else than look at the first mate in amazement. He had never seen Zoro this caring before, it was… nice.
Suddenly a sickening pain shot up through his one leg as he stepped down on it again, and he began to get dizzy, really dizzy. "N-no Z-zoro, I can't, I can't!" he said and stopped. He held onto the swordsman's hand for dear life as he began to sway again. He knew it! He knew that he couldn't do it, he told him that!
"Yes you can curly-brow! Now, move your legs! Come on!" He took a step forward and forced him to follow him. Sanji bit hard down on his lip. He began to pant and Zoro knew that this was far over his normal limits.
"I-I can't! Nnngh! Zoro, no! I can't! S'hurth tho mos, mu-much!"
"There's not that much farther to go! You can do it!" The dark world began dancing around him and he heard a high screeching sound filling his ears. No, he… he couldn't! It was too painful! "Just a bit more," How could that moss-head be so… calm? He-
"Oh shit, Zoro! Nnngh! It, it hurts!" He began shaking even more and a tear even escaped his one eye. He gasped as that sound inside of his head became even louder and he felt his legs wobbling underneath him. He felt Zoro's hands hold tighter around him as he kept moving forward. He said something, but he couldn't hear what it was. He said something back, but even that he couldn't even hear. His vision slowly turned all white and the pain overtook him completely.
As he slowly opened his eye again, the first thing he saw was something green and then a pair of worried and strong grey eyes looking directly at him. He soon realised that he was looking at Zoro's face and moved his hand up to his own throbbing head and sighed heavily. He knew it. He knew that he never would have made it.
As Zoro saw the blonds' eye open up slowly he let out a breath he didn't even knew that he was holding and gave him one of his warmest smiles. Sanji looked at him in confusion. Then he looked past him and he knew what he just eyed. The blond blinked. "I…" he now looked at the swordsman before him. "How did I get over here?" he asked as he realised that he was sitting on the chair he was heading towards before, and not in the wheelchair.
Zoro smiled even more if possible. "You walked up here!" He had to bite his lips hard to not laugh out loud as the cook's eye widened so much that he feared that it would pop out.
"I…I walked? I walked?" Sanji asked, slowly a smile crept up on his lips. "I walked!"
"Oi, oi, Sanji? You okay?" He was crying, shit he was crying, but he just couldn't stop. Sanji dried the tears away and laughed happily.
"Zoro, I walked!" The swordsman chuckled, as he stood up to grab the pack of cigarettes and handed them to the blond.
"Yes you did, and here, your pay-mplfhmm?" Zoro was cut off as Sanji suddenly stood up, wrapped his arms around his neck, and swallowed his words with a kiss on his lips. Zoro stiffened and dropped the pack of cigarettes in shock, but not many seconds later he wrapped his own arms around the blonds' waist and pulled him closer against him as he deepened the kiss. As they parted for air and looked at each other, it suddenly dwelled on Sanji what he just had done. He paled at once and the word horror was written clearly in the blonds' ocean blue eye.
"O-oh God, w-what have I done?" he said, panicking and beginning to tremble. "Oh God no, Z-Zoro, I, I'm so so sorry for that, I-I didn't knew what I was, I mean, I –Oh shit I didn't mean to, I was just too..." He pushed himself away from the swordsman and stepped back, but Zoro held tight around his waist and pulled him in for another kiss. Sanji stopped breathing and he feared that the blond had died of shock. But as he pulled away, the blond blinked. Okay, he wasn't dead yet then.
"S'okay, Sanji," Zoro spoke to him in a low deep voice, and moved a hand up to caress his cheek. He moved some strands of hair away from his face and looked deeply into that blue orb that looked terrified back at him.
Sanji swallowed hard and closed his eye. He was gasping and he still couldn't stop his body from shaking so much. But that touch… that touch just made him want to lean into it.
"Sanji."
Oh shit, the way he just spoke his name… he bit his lip and looked up at him, the look in the swordsman's eyes was breath-taking.
"There's something I wanted to tell you for a long time." Sanji wanted to answer him back, but right now his mind couldn't form his words into vocals. Zoro leaned closer to him, tough their lips could touch, they didn't. He ran a thumb over his cheek, Sanji was too paralyzed to do anything sensible at all, those eyes searched his face and he could tell that they wanted to know what hid under his curtain of hair as well, yet the thumb never got too close underneath it.
Sanji swallowed and finally found his vocals. "O-oi, Zoro, we can't, I mean, we're not allowed, I mean –shit, I'm sounding like a moron here."
"Sanji, I really like you." the blond dropped his jaw and froze completely. He shook his head, slowly, he pushed away from the swordsman as he felt the heated breath on his lips. Zoro looked bewildered as he fell back in his chair, the legs screeching against the floor as he landed with a thud.
"No."
"No what?" the swordsman asked, Sanji shook his head.
"We can't, damn it w-we're not even allowed to have these feelings!" he said, almost panicking almost yelling, yet not doing so in fear to wake up they others, he grabbed tight onto the chair he was sitting on.
"So, you're saying that you're feeling the same?"
"Shit! I don't know! Maybe, yes, don't sound so hopeful, damn it! It's still illegal! T-two men can't, they're not allowed to-"
"…love each other?" Zoro finished for him and suddenly found the pattern on the floor very interesting to look at.
"That's, a very strong word." The cook mumbled, his voice suddenly deflated with any energy.
"I know, I damn well know that it's illegal, Sanji." Stepping back Zoro leaned tiredly up against the counter, running trembling fingers through his short hair and swallowed. "Legal or illegal, acceptable or unacceptable, it doesn't make what I feel any less real. Shit. This is making me crazy."
Sanji clicked his tongue, unsure what to say. This was stupid, he shouldn't raise up for it, just let it die, if it only had been he who had the feelings then he would, but, Zoro was suffering here, though he didn't say it and his stoic face wouldn't allow to show it, his whole composure screamed it. Roronoa Zoro was about to break by the feelings roaming inside of his head, Sanji knew it, he was just at the edge as well, though not as hard stricken as the other. How long had he been like this? How long had the swordsman had such feelings for him? Shit! It was stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Yet, Sanji Blackleg stood up, ignoring the dizziness and pain he walked, took those agonising steps towards the other man, and slung his arms around his broader frame. He was trembling, though by contact everything halted, waiting. "Zoro," he said, exhausted as all hell "we're both men, and we're not allowed to love our own sex."
Zoro sighed deeply. "I know, I-"
"Shut up, Moss-head, I'm saying something important here," he said, whacking him playfully over the head. "But," he pressed on "I think, I'm just as big an idiot."
"What are you-"
"I think… I like you very much too, Roronoa Zoro. You damn shitty pirate!"
Zoro chuckled and Sanji instantly liked the rumbling feeling of it. Two larger arms came around him and held him closer, Sanji let out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding. "We're a pair of fucking stupid idiots, aren't we?" Sanji smiled, huffing out a chuckle.
"Two lovesick brainless idiots."
Zoro pulled enough away to look him in his eye, that raw thumb came up to his cheek before his whole palm embraced it. It was warm and Sanji welcomed the touch. "So, are we really doing this?" the swordsman asked. Sanji smirked at him, taking hold of his jaw.
"Come closer, you shitty swordsman, and I'll let you know." Snorting, the marimo complied. The kiss was deep and passionate, spilling out all those untold feelings there had been hold back for such a long time. Sanji's hands searched up to his short green hair, there where surprisingly soft to the touch. The swordsman licked his lip and the cook opened his mouth, allowing him to enter. Sanji had never been this happy before. They were truly idiots, but the heck, they were also pirates and pirates never followed the rules, now did they? Smirking in the kiss, he ran his own tongue against the other one invading all of his senses, succeeding in ripping a moan out of the swordsman, who gasped in excitement. Sanji quirked a brow, interesting. Tugging slightly in his hair and twisting his tongue just the slightest, and the swordsman was groaning in satisfaction.
He felt a tug in his own hair, hard enough to hurt, he hissed and fuck, how could that tongue come that far down? "Stop torturing, you shitty cook, and let me enjoy my desert." The swordsman groaned annoyingly and, was that a blush he could detect on his cheeks? Sanji laughed, heartedly, before meeting him for another passionate deep kiss.
Yes, he didreally like this swordsman, a lot… to hell with what the rest of the world meant, because now he had his own All Blue in his hands, in the form of a man, and he damn hell wouldn't give it up without fight. This, was his ocean, his swordsman!
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
A shadow out on the deck moved from the kitchen door and jumped over the railing to land on a little boat he knew that was waiting for him. It brought him to another larger ship further out on the sea. Men called that he had reached them as he climbed up the stairs of rope, the other man following right behind him. He pressed his hat further down so his face was hidden in shadows and followed the red-haired man down below deck, where he knew that he was waiting for him. They stopped in front of one of the doors through a long corridor and waited for an answer.
"Enter!" a deep, rumbling voice spoke. The two persons stepped inside and the other man locked the door behind him. He furrowed a brow at this action. He didn't like small rooms that were locked. "Ah~, my little spy has returned," the man, sitting behind a desk spoke and held up a large bottle of beer in cheers. He clenched his hands hard together into fists, by the mentioning of that word. "So, any proceedings, kid?" He bowed slightly.
"He's slowly returning back to his old self, besides that, he also has begun to have a feeling for a certain swordsman… Hunter!" he told him. Hunter raised a brow and smiled a sick smile.
"Eh? So the little slut is cheating on me, huh? What a bitch! Ghahaha!" The kid grumbled under his breath as he looked past the shadows under his hat. "So, when will you say the 'meat' is well prepared? You promised me a dinner I'd never would forget!"
"The 'meat' has to simmer a bit longer before its soft enough to eat." He hated when he spoke in codes like this. "Beside that," He now changed the subject and his eyes darkened dramatically "how is he?"
"Ah, yes, you're right," Hunter snapped his two fingers, not long time after, two other doors in the room were opened. Two men pulled on someone and tossed the person into the room. The young man moaned in pain and the kid jumped towards him and kneeled down beside him.
"Oh god, Will…William! What… what have they done to you?" he said horrified as he turned his friend over on his back, well aware that his hands were bound behind it. His short, dark blue hair had a disgusting colour of brown and red. Cuts, blue and green marks were seen all over his body. His black t-shirt was torn and clenched onto his beaten up body for dear life.
Will gasped for air and hissed whenever he made any movements. He opened a single green eye that looked paler than ever before, and looked sadly up into sky blue orbs. "M'sorry, I've giving you problems, like this, kid," he said, his voice horse and dry. He coughed a couple of times. "M'been too weak, hah, shit!" The kid ran his hand through his short hair that was stiff with dried blood. Turning around he looked furiously up at the man sitting and chuckling at his desk.
"You promised me not to harm him! You promised!" he roared at him. He clenched his teeth hard together at the disgusting sound of blood bobbling in a thick heavy cough. His fingers grabbed tighter in the short hair. "You lied to me!"
"Now, now, kid, I did not lay a single finger on him, as promised," Hunter said and rose up from his chair, and hammered his mug down on the wooden table that creaked under the strong force. "But your friend here wouldn't obey us, and of course had to make a lot of ruckus when you were gone." He shrugged. "My men just couldn't take his wild and demonstrating nature anymore, and gave him what he deserved. But as promised; I did not lay a single finger on him!" He now stood right before the kneeling teen, whose eyes widened in horror.
"Get… get out of here…" Will gasped, clenching his teeth hard together as the pain from his broken arm shot through his whole body.
"No, Will, I-"
"JUST GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF HERE, OLIVER!" He roared up and coughed another amount of blood up. Fuck it hurt!
Oliver stared in shocked at his friend from the shadow of his straw hat, and then up at Hunter, who now stood dangerously closer to him. But before he ever could do anything, a large hand grabbed his throat and slammed him hard into the nearest wall. He screamed and coughed.
"O-Oliver!"
"Now listen up, Oliver! If you do not bring me the 'cooked meat', I can not promise you the safe of the dearest William L. Zoreo! You get me?" He squeezed harder and Oliver wriggled in pain, his small hands still trying to prey those large hands off him. Hunter moved closer towards him, until their noses almost touched, as he spoke in a dangerous tone there almost dripped of venom. "You get what I'm saying, Oliver Y. Jameson?" Oliver nodded slowly and soon was released. He slid down along the wall and coughed as he held his hurt throat. "Now," Hunter turned away and sat back behind his desk and threw his legs up on it, his hands supporting his head from behind, "tell me e-ve-ry-thing there has happened and then you can return to 'your' ship."
Oliver looked over at Zoreo, as he rather preferred to be called, he closed his eyes in shame and sighed deeply, nodding in defeat, Oliver told him everything he knew. If there was a God, he hoped that he would forgive him for this one day.
Hunter smirked in satisfaction.
"This is going to be fun!"
To be continued
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AN: Yup! Oliver Y. Jameson, Nicki Black, Anna and William L. Zoreo are all characters from my manga 'D.R.E.A.M. Chasers' that I'm working hard on, and I hope one day will be published as a real manga… I really hope so .,, … now I just have to get better with the drawing, but most of the story is done. ^^
Thanks for reading!
See you next Sunday!