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Taste of bittersweet Disaster
-A One Piece fan fiction
By Pernille T. Boldemann
Alias
Crystal Blue Fox
Yesterday I died,
Tomorrow I'll survive.
The silence of the sound is soon to follow…
Somehow… somehow I think I see you smiling,
Sometimes I see your eyes are shining,
Of the pure happiness from your heart.
Knowing that faith have been like it had been,
I want to say sorry for what I've done.
I've lost who I am, I lost the path to follow,
I've lost the sight of you, and I will run through the darkness,
Feeling ever so alone, feeling the panic rising.
Where's the night?
Where's the sun?
I don't understand 'cause my heart is a mess,
But then I feel a hand on my shoulder,
A warm feeling in my heart grows,
As I see the star from my own sky shining down at me,
Through your shining ocean-blue eye.
Yesterday I died, tomorrow I would have been bleeding,
If I hadn't seen your sunlight in the night.
29. Chapter
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Last Sentence before Sunrise
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Was he… was he dead…?
'No… no…! Not now…! Not now!' he screamed in his mind, and did all what he could to just move one simple limb, but nothing worked. He cried in his mind, he screamed in frustration. He couldn't be dead! He didn't want to be dead!
But then… if he was dead… how come that his vision haven't blacked out? Why was he still registering things around him? Why…why could he still see into the marimo's horrified eyes even now –he shivered at the mirrored image that he could see of himself in those eyes; he actually looked like he was dead. But if he was dead, how come that he could still watch those thin lips move as they mouthed big words? Why could he suddenly feel his body being jolted every now and then? And why… why could he feel those moving lips press against his every now and then as air was blown into his lungs?
"…up…!"
Then a sound came back…
"….ake up…!" A very familiar sound… a horrified sound… a voice…! His body jolted as he felt hands push down onto his chest, massaging his heart… it hurt…!
"…wake up…!" It was like laying in the deepest of oceans and listen to the blurry fearful voice trying to reach him … he couldn't help himself from staring at those lips as they moved, before they got too close and pressed themselves against his. Then air was blown into his lungs again.
"…anji… Sanji… wake up…!" the voice got clearer, the pressure on his chest got harder as he finally felt the familiar cramping feeling inside of his heart, as it was forced to beat again.
…dun… dou…dun…dou…DUN… DOU..!...
He opened his mouth into a silent scream as the cramped feelings finally broke out to a real heartbeat, but the pressure on top of his chest didn't stop for that… not before his heart was beating like it should, the lips didn't stop to breathe in air into his lungs, before he himself gasped for the air –it was like emerging right up to the surface after a too long diving into the ocean. And then the lips pressed to his longer than needed, lingering on his lips without breathing air into his lungs. He felt the softness of them, the need and the sad happiness in the kiss he got, as arms wrapped around him to hold him closer into the other's broad body. He panted as they parted; feeling a cold tear running down from his chin… but the tear had never left his eyes. He coughed and was turned onto his side so he could better breathe in some much needed air. His body felt… dry somehow, and cold, though it was burning hot in the corridor they were at.
Zoro cried silently as he watched his lovely blond breathing in the air he wasn't allowed before. He had almost felt his own heart stop beating as he had watched the blond suffer through the fast heart attack… and for a moment…died…! He had never thought that he would be able to bring him back. He had never thought that he could scream that loud, as he screamed, cried for the blond to wake up again. He never felt his heart ache like the way it did, as he had looked down into Sanji's empty blue eye that just stared back up at him, as he tried to push his heart back into life. Never had he felt as empty as he did, as he for that long moment thought that he had lost his only reason to keep on living. His own dreams seemed so impossible and stupid right now, in the light of the love he felt to this man. He had never felt something like this, not since the day when Luffy came back home to the ship, carrying on a blond laying half dead in his arms… back then he also had thought that they had lost him, but having this love to him now, the pain of losing him felt harder and much more painful.
Sanji was still breathing too fast, panting, as he watched him while memorizing the last few months back. He brushed a strand of blond hair away from his face, wanting to see the all of it, as he laid down beside him to look into that one visible beautiful ocean-blue eye, which had got more of its glow, more of its warmth back into it.
"Sanji, relax, breathe slowly," he told him, ignoring their deathly surroundings. Ignoring the roof falling down around them, the walls crumbling, the fire getting closer… he wanted to fall asleep, fall asleep with this man, together with this man. Sanji blinked at him, nodding and tried to calm his own racing heart that had just been brought back to life. Zoro could feel it was racing like a mad as he rested one bloodied hand onto that pale wounded chest. Sanji blinked, but seemed like he couldn't find the words he wanted to say.
Some more of the ceiling feel down close to them. Zoro closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath, feeling the poisoned air emerging down into his lungs, wearing him out. He opened his eyes again as he wrapped his arms around that thin frame and pressed him close into him. None of them could move. Help was nowhere close to them… Zoro knew the end when he saw it. And then, he kissed him again, Sanji kissed back after a moment of hesitation, and soon he felt his arms wrap around his body as well, pressing each other bodies closer into each others embraces. A tear trailed down from his eyes landing onto the blonds' heated skin.
He knew the end when it was there.
"We… we have to…" Sanji panted as he pulled himself away from the swordsman, and bit his lips as he saw that look in the other's eyes "We have to, get out of here," his own whisper was raw, needing… he didn't like to see those eyes look at him the way they did, he didn't like that calm smile pulling those lips up, like they said; 'Everything is all right,'. He didn't like the way Zoro's fingers threaded through his hair and the eyes look at him like it would be the last thing, the last time that they would look at him.
Zoro was giving up…!
…Damn it!
"Zoro, move up, come on," he said, slowly feeling the grief shaking through his voice, as he moved himself to sit up. Zoro just watched him, still giving him that calm smile of his, still having his fingers threading through his blond strands of hair. "Move up, Zoro. We have to keep going…!" The swordsman only smiled wider at him, and then closed his eyes. "No, no! Don't you dare to just give up like that, marimo!" tears fell from his eyes, his voice was cracking as he shook the swordsman, who made no motion to move. "Zoro, please…!"
"I can't, Sanji…" he said calmly, still having that shitty smile on his face, still having that look in his eyes "my body don't want to move, no more… I can no more, Sanji. Shh! It's okay," he whispered and placed a finger to the blonds' lips, as he was about to speak again. Sanji blinked for a couple of moments, then gritted his teeth and grabbed the other's shoulders and forced him to sit up.
"Damn it, marimo! Stop acting like this is the end! Don't fucking give up right now!" his voice got louder for each word he spoke, and soon he was screaming at him, tears trailing down his chins from his watery eyes as he shook him violently. "What about your dreams? What about your promises? What about your fucking life and future? You can't give up like this, damn it! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!"
Some more section from the ceiling crumbled and fell down, going right through the floor beside them. Sanji became aware of only now how close the fire actually was. 'Fuck! We're running out of time…!'
Zoro's hand moved up to cup the chef's chin, but the hand was soon swatted away. Sanji grabbed around the swordsman's legs and his back and forced his muscles to lift them both up. His knee screamed in pain and sent them both back down to the floor. He gritted his teeth, tears running down along his chins like rivers and he roared in frustration as he stomped his leg hard to the ground and finally got the two of them up. Looking for the swordsman's swords, he finally saw them, too close to the hungry flames, and stomped the fire out as it was about to lick over the hilts of the swords, he kneeled carefully down and picked them up.
"Sanji, s'okay, just-"
"Don't give me that shit again, marimo!" he said angrily as he moved slowly forward, holding around the swordsman for his dear life. "Don't even dare to!"
"I'm just slowing you do-"
"I'm not leaving you!" he roared. "Damn it Zoro! Stop giving up that easily! It's not like you!"
"No… maybe it's not," he said, still sounding ever so defeated and hummed thoughtfully. He closed his eyes to think clearer. 'Is it really that medicine-thing that's messing with my head? He's right though, I would normally just crawl through the flames to try to bring us both out. But why… why then do I feel so… complete? Relaxed by it all? Am I really giving up?'
"There! Haha!" Sounded Sanji's happy voice finally, as he chuckled in relief, Zoro looked up to see that they were nearing the exit. A new smile pulled his lips up, a new hope grew up inside of him. For a moment he had thought that this was it, for a moment he had given up on everything, and now, now they were close to safety, now they were close to life! Given up like that back then seemed stupid in his mind now. What had he been thinking? But it had been true. He would have been happy if Sanji had been the last person he ever would lay his eyes upon, the day he would die, the day where they could no longer run away from Death.
Zoro even chuckled too, and Sanji laughed happily at hearing the familiar sound coming from him again. When he saw that familiar fire returning back to those grey eyes, as he felt the rumbling from the other's body as a relieved laugh erupted from that mouth. This was it! They were finally getting there. He could even feel the cool wind touching his face the nearer they got to the exit.
Hope came so fast… and died so fast.
It was Zoro who felt the presence at first, right behind them. It was Zoro who saw those hateful eyes gleam like fire among the flames. But it was Sanji, who slowly turned around to look, who saw the barrel of a gun point at them, and then saw that maniac smile form on those broken lips, as a sick laughter echoed through the burning hall of the hotel.
Melted skin, burned fingers held firmly around the little black gun that Sanji had once stolen from that woman back on that island.
Sanji widened his eyes. No, no! Not now when they were this close to freedom, to life, to hope!
"Hehehaha! I told you, I told you that you wouldn't get rid of me this fast! I told you that I was stronger than that!" sounded Hunter's maniac laugher as he stepped closer up to them. Both Sanji and Zoro grimaced at the bones that stuck out here and there from the tiger-man's body, clothes burning, and leg broken and was being dragged along as the tiger-man walked, skin melting from the heat, and the colour of the hair looked brighter and deadlier than the flames surrounding them. He moved his gun further up to point at them. "I told you so! I told you!"
Sanji moved as fast as he could, but still he felt like he was moving too slowly. He heard the click, he heard Zoro mouth something, scream something… he sounded angry and horrified. He even could hear his clumsy legs setting off from the ground, each time they touched it, as he moved closer to the exit. So close… so close… and then he heard the gun fire off. It sounded like an explosion in his ears. He tossed Zoro out through the doors, out into freedom, safety, and was almost stepping over the threshold as he felt the bullet pierce through his back and out through his chest.
Zoro screamed the blonds' name as he felt like flying through the air, watching the bullet pierce through that chest that he some moments ago had just pumped life back into. Hunter's laughter deafened him as he landed hard on the ground, something in his back broke, and his leg landed with a hard thud and an excruciating pain shot up through it. He gritted his teeth but still turned around to look at Sanji, who slowly tried to drag himself away from the burning building. Hunter was walking nonchalantly after him and then stepped down on his back. His laughter rumbled together with the roaring fire as he pointed the gun at the still fighting blond, who kept on trying to pull away from him desperately, and then shot him again.
"SANJI?"
Sanji whimpered and coughed again, his nails still scraping in the dirt, still tried to pull his trembling body away from the heavy weight holding him down from escaping. Hunter laughed, if possible, even crazier than before, while he fired off yet another bullet, and then one more, the blonds' body jerking violently for each bullet piercing through him. Zoro screamed again, and cursed Morrin as he kicked the blond chef away, so he now only lay a few feet away from the swordsman. Zoro reached his arm out for him, fighting for his body to move, to get closer to him, but just lifting up that arm, was taking a lot of his strength to begin with.
"Sanji!" he called again, gritting his teeth as he heard that wheezing breathing coming from the blond.
Morrin just kept on laughing at Sanji's pathetic form crumbled in on himself, coughing violently and spitting out blood; the man had gone completely mad!
Sanji coughed again and turned around so he lay on his back. Gasping for air he grabbed at his chest where one of the four wounds were, and slowly as he took a wheezing breath of air, tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He clenched his hands, his nails digging deeper around the wound. He felt his head spinning even though he was lying down. How bad was it? None of the bullets had hit his heart else he would have been dead by now, but what did they tear through then? He coughed again and spit out some more blood that almost drowned him as he laid there on the grass. 'Fuck! My lung?' he thought, as he heard someone call his name again. No, not someone, Zoro was calling for him. He tilted his head tiredly to his left, blinking the fog away that was slowly clouding over his vision as he tried to see the other clearer; he breathed fast for air as he didn't get enough of it into his lungs, and gazed directly into two horrified grey eyes. Did he really look that horrible, since that look could form on that face? Then as he looked away from those eyes, he saw the tanned, wounded bloodied arm stretch out for him. He looked at it as if he couldn't put his brain to make a logical solution to what it was, before his own left, wounded arm stretched out to it, but their fingers barely brushed against each other; even being this close, they were still too far away from each other!
He hadn't heard the sound of slow, dragging steps moving towards him; it was only when he heard the sound of a click that he was alarmed that Hunter was closer to him than he first thought. He looked up only to stare directly into the barrel of that same gun that had just shot him moments ago. Sanji held his breath, not knowing what to do. If he pulled the trigger now, he would be done for sure. He looked past the gun and up into those maddening eyes that looked amusedly back down at him. Moving would mean death! Not moving would also mean death! Shit, he was done for sure!
Hunter's smile almost split his face into two, while he played with the gun, making the blond ever so nervous. "I told you that you'll never win! I told you that you can never run away from me, didn't I?" Sanji's eyes widened even more, and the level of Hunter's maddening laughter was higher now than before as it rolled over the open field. He fought with the feeling to move away from the maniac, but he didn't have to. Not even a split second later the gun retreated as a satisfied smile stopped the psychotic laugher. "I will keep my promise to you, young Mr. Black Leg Sanji." He didn't get it, he didn't understand a thing before he realised in what direction the tall tiger-man was walking at, and almost snapped his neck as he looked horrified at Zoro, who already laid there, eyes following Hunter's every move, and waited for his destiny to come. He was too tired… too exhausted to even lift his head up –his fingers still trying to reach for the blond.
"Zoro!" His tongue finally found out how to roll the other's name around and speak it out loud. A violent coughing fit stopped him from saying more, and more blood painted the orange-glowing grass. Hunter stepped closer up to him, and finally stood right above him, his legs firmly planted on each side of the swordsman, gun pointed directly to his head. Zoro finally found strength enough to just roll his head back so he was starring up at the tiger-man, not even giving the gun, which was pressed hard against his temple, any attention. He panted hard, taking in harsh wheezing breath of air as he tried to breathe calmly.
"You've always, been a psychotic retard," sounded Zoro's raw retort and a smirk pulled his lips up. "I even feel sorry for your poor mother,"
Sanji forgot to breathe and even felt his heart stop beating for a second as he heard the click as the hammer was pulled back on the gun. Hunter's smile never faltered.
"Finally I'll get rid of the one who ruined my life," he whispered back to the swordsman, ignoring his words. A painful chuckle rumbled through the teen's chest.
"Did you then, get what you wanted?" he teased, he fucking teased him even in a moment like this! Sanji still fought to entwine his fingers with the others… just needed to get a little bit closer…!
Hunter snorted. "Yeah, you dead, and him," he nodded in Sanji's direction; Zoro didn't have to look to know of who he spoke about "as my forever personal toy and fuck-doll." He sounded like he enjoyed this a lot. Zoro frowned.
"You'll never get him,"
"And who'll stop me from getting him? You? Hah!" He made a harder pressure on the trigger ad he stood up, hovering over the green haired teen "Goodbye, Roronoa Zoro. It was nice to have the honour to make your life a hell in the end,"
Zoro's smile returned for a moment. "You never did." Sanji's fingers finally entwined with his, and Zoro pulled in them to grab his hand and squeeze it, holding in it for dear life. Then the grasp changed to a more comforting squeeze like to say; it's all okay now.
"Gomu gomu nooo-"
None of them heard the familiar call, only the sound of their own breathing, the sound of their hearts beating, and the sound of the trigger being pulled back to release the bullet.
"BAZOOKAAA-!" A fist came from nowhere and slammed into Hunter's face, but too late, the gun fired off, sounding like an explosion in their silent world, and Zoro's fingers went weak.
"ZORO?" Sanji's heart stopped beating in that moment, as the swordsman, his nakama, his friend, his lover, suddenly lay all still there in the grass, his chest not even moving anymore. He couldn't believe this. This all felt too surreal, too out of order… he couldn't… he wouldn't… but the bullet…
He blinked his tears away, furious that they made his vision blur. He grabbed his wrist, but couldn't find any pulse. He tried again, but his shaking fingers couldn't, wouldn't find the place where the pulse should be. He screamed again, called for him again, but didn't get any response. He wanted to see, he wanted to… but he didn't know how much there was left of the swordsman's face, and if he wanted that to be the last memory of him.
Luffy catapulted above him, pulling his arms back to throw them towards Hunter in a Gatling gun-attack, smashing the psycho into the wall of the hotel and right into the burning hell, where the roof collapsed and soon the whole building followed after. But Sanji ignored this, he didn't care a shit for the world around him in this moment, he didn't care about his bleeding wounds that slowly sucked the life out of him for each drop of blood it spilled, all that he cared about was to get closer to Zoro, as he dragged his body towards him, closing in the gap between the two of them. Every movement closer to him, sent another flood of regrets, horror and sorrow through his body, which felt like it was falling deeper and deeper into a black hole which was ready to swallow him whole. Every inch closer he got, another piece of his heart broke, and the colder he felt. He was freezing, but he didn't care, he was getting dizzy and was bleeding even more, but he didn't give a damn about that.
All that he cared about, was to get closer to the body of the man he loved.
He didn't remember how to breathe as he loomed over the still body, just barely holding himself up on his shaking arms, but something was off… wasn't there supposed to be a hole in that head? Was the face even supposed to still be there by now?
"Z…Zoro…?" he whispered carefully, his voice almost breaking over, but he didn't get any answer. He felt a relief to not see his face been blown off, or have a hole somewhere on it. He shook him lightly. "Zoro," he called again, though there was no hole through his head, there was still all those other wounds he had got. "H-hey, m-moss-head…! You, you hear me?" He tried to sound calm, but his lips quivered as his heart kept on breaking into smaller pieces. Zoro was still not moving at all. He grabbed his shoulder tighter, shook him even more violently, didn't give a damn as tears streamed down his face, his hands shaking even more, blood still running out of the corner of his mouth, vision still getting even more blurry and that breathing was getting even harder for each second that felt like hours. "Zoro!" he commanded, his whole being on the breaking point. He didn't look up as Luffy came towards him, he didn't react as a beaten up Oliver ran to them with Chopper and Nicki on his trail, nor did he hear them as they shouted something to one another or as Franky came behind them together with Brook and some other blue-haired guy Sanji never had seen before.
It was like time had stopped.
It was like the whole world had turned dark and that there was nothing but him and Zoro's silent body left alone in the darkness. He let go of Zoro's shoulders and hammered his fists into his chest, wishing for it to move again. He shouldn't be dead! The bullet didn't hit him, right? There's no hole at all, right? Or did his eyes trick him and not wanting to show him the true face of Zoro?
He screamed his name hysterically, hammered his fists harder into his chest, but they were weak so even if he had been awake, if he had been –he swallowed- alive he wouldn't even had felt it on his muscled chest. He cursed himself. He screamed bloody murders at his nakama as they tried to pull him away from him. He cursed his own curses he threw at them, not even knowing what he yelled at them as their hands still tried to pull him away, but finally gave up and let him cry over his lover's body, to drown in the sorrow that was choking him slowly. His fists connected with that firm chest again. And then he cursed the world and the life, but mostly of all he cursed his own bloody being. Why had he been so weak? Why had he dragged Zoro into this shit? Why damn hell WHY hadn't he been stronger and gotten Zoro out of there some time earlier when he had got the chance to do it?
Zoro had been right all along.
The moment he sat foot on this cursed island, he wrote them both onto the death note.
As his head rested on his chest, crying silently into that soft bleeding chest, he didn't dare to believe what his ears suddenly was hearing. He stopped crying and his eyes widened as he listened more carefully. When he held his breath and stopped himself from shaking so much, he even could feel it; the heart inside of that body was still beating weakly, and the chest which he rested his head upon was still moving slowly. He was almost afraid of to look up, but as he finally did so, his head moving mechanically to move and look up, he was met by two grey eyes looking warmly back down at him. If possible his eyes would have widened even more in shock. Was it… was it even possible?
"You hit like a girl, cook," the swordsman chuckled, his voice hoarse and almost not audible. The shot from the gun had been so loud that it had paralyzed all his senses and made him nailed to the place; completely freaked out of the unbelievable luck he just was given. He hadn't dared to move before Sanji's presence had got all clear, before his brain had registered the things happening around him, it was then he had heard the screams, it was then that he finally dared to breathe again. It was then that Sanji looked back up at him with that shocked blue eye, not believing what it was seeing, what his hand had felt and what his ears had heard.
A hand moved slowly up to land on Sanji's head, who still looked confused up on that weak but truly smile that was presented to him on the face of the man he thought he just had lost. He had fooled himself; of course Zoro wouldn't be dead! He didn't know what grabbed hold of him as he suddenly slung himself over him, nuzzled his head into his throat in front of all the others, and cursed the man to scare him the way he just had done. As he didn't get any reply other than the hand that had been rubbing his back suddenly stopped, he looked up, confused to see that deep frown on his face. He asked him what was wrong and Zoro only answered by pointing to his other ear.
"Oi, you okay?" he asked again, this time into his right ear, stupid question, of course he wasn't! The man was close to be on the brink of death so of course he wasn't okay. The others murmured over them before they pulled a bit back, relieved to see the two of them alive, but knowing that they had to interfere soon, if they still should be alive tomorrow as well, before all their open bleeding wounds would kill them.
Zoro looked like someone who was thinking hard before he pulled a wolfish smile and gave him a restrained chuckle. Now Sanji got nervous, something was off with the swordsman, but before he opened his mouth to ask, the swordsman answered his question with a forced smile and another chuckle.
"Seems like I'll only be able to hear only half of the rubbish you'll spout out now," he teased, but Sanji saw his lips quiver a little, and furrowed his brows at seeing it. He was almost nodding off, his head suddenly feeling so heavy, his eyelids felt like the same and his arms that held him up, planted on each side of the swordsman's head, threatened to give up at any moment.
"What are you talking about, looking for a fight?" he teased back, but the worry was deeply planted in his words. Zoro ignored his teasing and suddenly got all serious again.
"I can't hear anything besides that fucking irritating loud ringing in my left ear," he confessed with an even deeper frown. Sanji blinked, not only to the thing that he was about to doze off at any moment, but also that he did have a little idea that Zoro's hearing wasn't the best right now. He'd seen the hole from the bullet that had dig through the dirt right beside his left ear, and when the swordsman had motioned him to talk into his right ear instead, he knew it, but didn't really want to believe it at first. "Hey," Zoro suddenly said, sounding ever so sleep drunken, and led his fingers thread through those blond strands of hair. "Don't give me that worried face, oka –Oufh!"
"Don't ever scare me like that again, shithead," mumbled the chef after he had kneed the swordsman right into his abdomen.
"You," the other said dangerously, irritation now taking over his features, but dropped the next spitting comment as he took a better look at the cook.
"You do that again, and I'll kill you myself the moment you'll be brought back to life!"
"Are you pouting?" Sanji glared at him and showed off his teeth as he pulled his lips up into a sneer, before he looked away, actually pouting even more.
"Like hell I am," he mumbled. Zoro quirked a brow.
"Okay, now you're blushing." Sanji sighed and then dropped his head so his golden bangs covered his face.
"Yeah," he said with a smile playing on his lips, "I'm blushing like hell now… stupid idiot," that was the last thing he said, before he fell onto the swordsman's chest, exhaustion taking over together with relief. Zoro was okay… he was okay… that was all that mattered. He heard the deep voice of the swordsman speaking to him, while he felt the chest he laid upon rumble underneath him for each word that the other spoke. It was such a relaxing feeling, just laid there and listened to his breathing, listened to his heart beating. Hell, even though that Zoro had been through more than him, been through more than a normal person would be able to survive, the man was still alive, still sounded strong… still felt so warm.
Sanji started to feel cold, even as he tried to snuggle himself closer into that warm chest. His breathing became more hacked. Oh yeah, there was something that one of the bullets had hit inside of him, right? The one lung?
He got an answer by spurting out blood as he coughed again, he didn't see it as his eyes had closed, but he could feel the warm liquid and taste the metallic fluid in his mouth.
Not a good sign…
But at least Zoro was alive… Zoro was okay.
Sanji smiled and let himself be dragged into that comforting sleep and welcomed the darkness to engulf him.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
It had been a month now since the whole incident and only a week since they'd said farewell to the now complete gang of Micky's crew, a farewell which was celebrated with a big party, though not all had participated in it, they'd been there, and then again not. Nicki had helped Sanji with throwing a big dinner, the cook of course had been thankful for his help, and delightful when Oliver chirped in as well, wanting to help too. There was only so much a cook could do with two broken ribs, a recovering lung and a strong distortion of his one knee. All in all he had been forced from the doctor to use a crutch when walking, so it was a big help to get four extra hands to help him with the food and carrying it out. It had been a big dinner, they had talked, but Sanji hadn't been himself, he had been too quiet to everyone's liking, not his normal self. Normally he liked these kinds of things; he was a maniac just like Luffy, Nicki, Micky, Nami, Franky, Usopp… well, like everyone else. But this time he had kept more to himself, Chopper had said something about that it might be the cause of the operation he had been through, but that was a whole month since he'd been through that, and Pernilla had even helped them to heal all the wounds again. It had all hurt like a bitch, like being burned alive, depended on where she treated you.
Zoro vaguely remembered the feeling of being burned from the inside as he was in a middle of a fever state had been treated by those 'fire-hands'. Chopper had done something to drug him the best he could, but the pain had been too strong that it had still left Zoro screaming out in agony, and Chopper in his heavy point had to hold him down and secure him from falling off the bed, while he was treated. And the shit of it all had been that they had to do this through six bloody painful times, and still there was his leg left. It was still broken, but Pernilla had used all of her power and strength to heal all of their most life-threatening wounds at first, even those he once had on his back, those treatments almost pulled out teeth for the both of them. She had just barely finished the healing of his back and only missed a little cut, that surely would leave a memorable scar for some years to come –Zoro really didn't care about that, but of course it still left some wounds on his already shredded pride- as she had suddenly collapsed of total exhaustion. She hadn't woken up from her sudden collapse until two days before their big party.
The way they had returned to their own 'dimension' or what so ever, had been weird too. They'd taken out a little compass, which also looked a little like a pocket watch, after sailing to a specific place at the ocean that this compass-thing had shown them the way to, turned the three or four hour hands on it, like those on a clock, and then suddenly the sky had been coloured into a deep red colour. Usopp, Chopper and Luffy had looked completely amazed at the unbelievable scene, their eyes had almost been shining like stars as it all happened, and even the cook dropped his unlit cigarette from his lips and gaped stupidly at the swirling world before them. There was no black thing or such; it was just the world before them that had chosen to take a twisting dance together with the ocean. It reminded him of being too drunk and then to stare right out in the air. It had only happened for him once; he'd never got that drunk since then. It had left him in a sickbay for a week, making him threw up every time he had tried to eat, and let his head feel like it was balancing a whole marine-fleet on top of his head. Thankfully all that had happened before he ever met Luffy.
So, those five, Oliver, William, Micky and Pernilla literally jumped into that 'thing' right after saying their goodbyes and all such, and had disappeared. Nicki was the last one to take the jump. He had said something to the cook, but it was so low, barely a whisper, that none of the others could hear a word of it, Sanji had only been nodding, and for the first time since they got back on board of the Sunny, he had smiled a little true smile and then chuckled. None asked him about what it all had been about. Nicki waved, then bowed deeply before he jumped into the nothingness after his friends, and then they all were gone together with the red skies and swirling pool of air.
That, as was said, had been a week since their departure. The two mysterious men who had 'helped' them back on that island, they never figured out where they went to. After what he had understood from Oliver, they were some men -somehow like bounty hunters- from the same 'world' as them. Oliver, hmm… he would actually miss that kid a lot, and his bluish-blond hair hidden under that straw hat of his, that looked so much identical to their captain's, except for that the ribbon on it had been blue and not red.
He rolled the cigarette between his fingers before he let his lips touch the filter and then hold it like the cook always did. He took the lighter that he had stolen from Chopper, and lit it. At the first intake of the poisoned toxin he coughed, but he refused to throw it away and took another inhale after getting over his fit of coughing. Why he had sneaked a cigarette out of the cook's pack and stolen the lighter from Chopper, who he had taken from Sanji and told the very depressed cook not to smoke the next couple of months, he didn't really know. Perhaps it was the smell that he missed. Perhaps it was the memory of that the cook's lips had been encircling exactly this poison-stick, that even had some teeth marks on it… he really didn't knew, but whatever it was, it wasn't the same. Zoro remembered fast why he began hating those cancer-sticks, and after just letting his lips linger on the yellow filter just a bit too long, to drag the taste of the cook's saliva out of it, he tossed it overboard. Then he just sat there and played with the lighter, slumbered completely into deep thoughts.
…Sanji…
He hadn't got the chance to really talk with him, after all this shit had happened back at that island. But it also was like that every time the cook saw him sitting in that wheelchair that he had been forced down into, though he would be all right with a crutch like the cook used, his features darkened and turned into a face he wasn't familiar with and therefore very hard to read. It wouldn't surprise him if the blond felt disgusted by him. This, he thought, wasn't the man that he said 'yes' to be with. This was only a pathetic form of the one he once had been. A weakling, a nobody!
What had he been thinking? The Swordsmaster? The best swordfighter of them all? He was weak, damn it! Those thoughts were impossible and very out of his league.
And then… then he even had forced Sanji in his weakest state, to be with him of all people.
What had he been thinking?
He looked up at the many stars glinting far above him. He felt so little among all those. What was the meaning of everything anyway, he suddenly thought. Why did things happen the way they did? His life had got a taste of bittersweet disaster, ever since… well, since he was born… most of the shit just happened to happen in the last three months, dragging those he loved and cared for into his own disaster.
He sighed and looked down on the ocean stretching far out before him. The moon was huge and hung heavily on the sky, just barely kissing the sea underneath it, or so it looked like. It was white, its light so strong that you almost could read a newspaper now in the middle of the night. He leaned forward to touch the railing, but then got remembered by the straps around his chest, that he couldn't move that far again. Yes, his back had been broken, and he was only allowed to sit up one or two hours at a time… Chopper would beat him to a pulp and sedate him again, if he had known that he was exceeding the time limit of his 'sitting-hours'. Not to mention that he had pulled himself up into the wheelchair, pulled the strap over his chest himself to support his back, and then went out here, in a time where he should be sleeping in his sickbay, the bed been making much softer due to so he wouldn't strain his back too much.
Life has been nothing but a waste and a burden to his friends… yes… he was nothing but a burden to them.
How would he ever fight among them now? He freaking hell barely could stand straight up, without getting nauseous and collapse!
A burden normally should be tossed away, right?
He didn't knew when he had moved, but suddenly he was sitting and looking down at the stairs, leading down to the main deck. He looked up at the mast, his eyes following it all the way up to the crow's nest, where he could see a weak light. Robin looked out at the same ocean he just had looked at, unquestionably with a book in her hands, half read through. Lately it took her four days to read through a thick one, normally it only took her two days, he'd noticed.
Closing his eyes he turned his head away and looked at the galley door. The portholes were dark. Nodding mentally he rolled to the door and locked himself into the darkness. He didn't need any interfering this time… this time he had to do it right! He glanced over the room; it wasn't as dark as he had thought to begin with, the moonlight made everything much brighter.
Gnawing thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek, he rolled over to the counter. Visions, pictures of him working in here, smiling and laughing, showed up into his vision… as they fought after he had tried to sneak a bottle out from the kitchen, and was stopped with a kick to his head by a very furious cook... as he stole a kiss from him, when Sanji had been the one sitting in a wheelchair… when Sanji sat in the corner of the kitchen, threatening to kill himself, and almost succeeded… when Sanji took the first step and cried of pure happiness as he succeeded in walking from his wheelchair to the counter, where his beloved cigarettes was awaiting him… when they almost made love in here, but got disturbed… he could still see that pout on his face, and chuckled a little at it.
Why… why couldn't he get those times back? 'Because I forced him… he was ill and didn't know better,' he thought sighing dramatically 'I love him… that's why I'm doing this. I love this crew, that's why I want to free them for their heavy burden.'
Another voice in his head screamed that this was all wrong.
He quickly killed that thought, like he had done so many other times.
'I can do it!'
He loosened the strap around his chest, moved the footrests to each side and grabbed the edge of the sink as he pulled himself up to stand. It hurt like hell. His back felt like it would crack over at any moment from now, and his leg still felt weak painful. The nausea was slowly bubbling up to the surface again. A white noise rang in his ears as he slowly edged to the rack where the cook normally held his kitchen knifes. Sweat ran down along his arms –he had never felt so weak and stupid in the same time as he did now. He gritted his teeth, reached out for one of the knives, and almost collapsed for the loss of support from his one hand. Might be his arms were still strong, but what use did they do, when his back couldn't take the weights his arms could?
He looked at the knife in his hand. If he had his swords by him he would had used one of them, but Chopper had got Franky to lock them away, and made Luffy to give him a captain's order for not to try and find them. So, he had held to his captain's order… but it didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to touch the cook's knifes. The blade gleamed in the light, making it shine bluish. Sanji always kept his knifes into perfection.
…Sanji… his name both made him smile and sad.
As he took a deep breath of air he released the counter, swaying dangerously on his legs, which threatened to make him collapse. He reached the knife up to his wrist, but then changed his mind and let the tip point to his chest, right above his heart. Wouldn't mess up the cook's kitchen too much, now would he? Looking out through the porthole he could see the dazzling sight of the moon kissing the dark waters of the ocean. Taking another deep breath of air he closed his eyes, grabbed tighter around the knife as he moved it a bit away. Closing his eyes, he smiled.
At least he wanted to think on the blond and stand up as a man, as he ended this shit for life.
Then, he stabbed.
He opened his eyes slowly as the blade never touched his skin and saw another delicate pale hand hold his tanned hand back, the tip of the blade barely kissing his black shirt. Eyes widening as realisation hit him, together with the sound of something falling hard to the floor as the feeling of a thinner body pressed up against his back. He didn't have to look back to know who it was, as the crutch rolled towards him on the floor. He sighed and closed his eyes yet again.
"Let go, Sanji," he said calmly. He felt the other shake his head slowly, as those long fingers tightened around his hand. He could easily rip his hand away, but didn't have the heart to do it.
"I won't let you try to do it again, Zoro," came the muffled response. The heat of his breath hitting the swordsman's neck and send shivers through his body. Zoro swallowed.
"It's for everyone's best interest,"
"No,"
"I'm nothing worthy anymore… please, let go," Nails dig deep into his hand now. There was a pause as Sanji took a shivering breath of air.
"Zoro, you're not healthy, it's the-"
"Don't make excuses for me, Sanji,"
"The hell?" Sanji gritted his teeth and fought to push the knife further away, as he felt the strength in the swordsman's hand suddenly increase. "Stop it, damn it!" It was hard to keep the knife at a distance as Zoro had the advantage of having his strength in his arms, whereas Sanji's strength laid in his legs. He needed help! "CHOPPER?" He called as he fought to keep the knife as far away as possible, but whatever he did, even though that Zoro was sick, the knife kept on getting closer. "CHOPPER DAMN IT! COME HERE! NOW!" 'Where the hell IS that reindeer when you need him?' He felt the lower part of his back hitting the counter this time, his one elbow hit something that poured noisily onto the floor, the darkness showed nothing of what it was, but Sanji had an idea of what it might be, and cursed inwardly. He pushed away, struggled to get the knife away from touching the swordsman's chest, other things fell noisily to the ground as they kept fighting about if the other should stay alive or not.
Damn it when the marimo forgot to take his medication! It always ended up like this. Bloody depression-state! If it was possible he would have dragged Hunter's fucking ass from hell and kill him all over again. TEN TIMES!
Biting the marimo in his shoulder he hoped to drag the other's attention away from the knife and to the biting in the shoulder. Zoro winced slightly, but it wasn't enough to make him let go of the knife.
"Stop it Sanji,"
"Like hell I will, marimo!" He growled, and then slowly got an idea as he glanced at the countertop and felt the other's body leaning more against him, as Zoro was getting weaker and tired in his back and one leg again. 'This is cruel, but I have no other choice,' he thought and with a swiftly move he kicked the legs away from underneath the already unsteady swordsman, and in the same time threw them both into the counter. The sudden move surprised the green-head and that was enough distraction Sanji needed to pull the knife far enough away, as expected Zoro was still holding it, and hammered the others elbow right into the edge of the countertop as they fell.
Zoro let out a scream as the pain shot up through his arm from the pointy bone in his elbow, and released the knife as the arm got momentarily paralyzed. Sanji wasted no time and kicked the knife far away, and any other stuff there would be in use as a replacement weapon. As the swordsman tried to pull together what was happening around him and tried to search for the knife in the almost dark room, Sanji got out from underneath him and soon trapped him underneath his thin body. Zoro trashed around as the cook tried to hold him trapped to the floor, and they wrestled a little on the floor, as the swordsman tried to get to the knife again. This was getting out of hand!
Then a too violent twist with his body sent a jolt of pain up through the swordsman's spine. Zoro screamed out in pain before he even could stop himself, as the cramp-like feeling paralyzed his whole body this time. Sanji did the same as before; trapped him underneath him by holding both of his shoulders to the floor. He called a third time on the little doctor, but then remembered that he had send the little reindeer to bed not even an hour ago, since the poor thing had been working nonstop since he found that virus that looked like a bacteria, for about three weeks ago. But they had to force him to stop to celebrate that he, Zoro and Pernilla had awakened from their 'deep sleeps' and healed enough to be up among the others, and to say farewell to their new friends. He was so close to find out what medicine there would be strong enough to kill that virus-bacteria and cure Zoro fully, but he had suggested the doctor to go to bed and get a clearer mind and not die of stress and working too much without sleep and breaks. Fucking destiny to choose this exact day to make the marimo forgetting to take his pills and do this fucking thing all over again.
The blond looked down at the man underneath him, who still writhed in pain coming from his back; it was still in its heeling process. Damn it if he had fucked up his back too much so he wouldn't-!
Sanji stopped thinking further than that and smacked himself mentally.
"Zoro," he said tiredly, feeling a bit dizzy. Of all other days… why also on the day where he had tried to drown himself in alcohol? His fucking head hurt like a bitch! "Zoro, look at me, damn it!"
"Give me the knife," he demanded through gritted teeth, though it sounded more like a boring request, like one would ask for the salt from one he had tried to get it from in the last twenty minutes. Zoro kept on talking shit, even though Sanji tried to answer him back and stop him from spitting out all that nonsense, with his now sober mind. As the swordsman raised his voice, Sanji did too and as the other tried to stand up again when the pain had subsided, ignoring the fact that he still didn't have enough strength to do so, Sanji did the only thing that came into his mind to stop him from hurting himself any further.
Zoro widened his eyes as his brain slowly registered the soft feeling pressing against his lips. He blinked and laid all stiff on the floor. He didn't dare to move, in case that this was just another hallucination that wanted to make an even deeper wound in his heart. A tongue suddenly swept out and licked his lips carefully, and as he gasped in surprise he felt that same tongue invade his mouth and all of his other senses. As the tongue hit his palate, Zoro sighed in delight and slowly gave in to the kiss.
'If this is a dream, then please don't let me wake up from this one.' He begged.
His hands slowly moved up to the cook's head, his fingers threaded through the silky blond hair as he pressed the golden head closer to his and deepened the kiss. This time it was Sanji who voiced his feelings through a moan.
They didn't know for how long they laid there; lips constantly pressed against one another's in a slow, passionate kiss, that none of them had experienced before, stifling moans and soft pants escaping their hungry mouths, tongues playing together sharing their sweet saliva with each other, but none of them cared about the time. Sanji's hands had somehow found their way into the swordsman's hair and grabbed the short strands of hair. He sighed again as his fingers ran through the soft green strands. Oh how he had missed this so much. 'His hair has grown a bit longer,' he noticed, only happy to have more to grab at.
Finally when they had to break apart, lips swollen, panting for air, Sanji noticed a trail of tears running down from the swordsman's eye. Automatically his thumb came up to brush it away. Zoro, whose eyes were all glassy, looked embarrassed away.
"Stop playing with me like this, cook," he said breathlessly, refusing to look into said cook's eyes.
"Who's saying that I'm playing with you, marimo-head?" asked the blond, quirking a brow and looked sceptically down at him while fondling with his green hair.
"Then why are you doing this?" Sanji shrugged, trying to concentrate on that tuft of hair he was playing with.
"Might be because I still love you, you dick-head. Ever thought of that as a solution?" Zoro blinked? The question 'Why?' was almost blinking with neon lights out of his eyes. Sanji sighed dramatically at this.
"You love me?" Sanji smacked him up the head in answer and then crushed their lips together once again, this time in a more needy kiss. When they separated, Zoro was still looking dumbfounded up at him. Sanji wanted to hit him again.
"No, I'm only using you. What the hell do you think?" He said sarcastically, and was slowly growing angry as 'that' look came back into the swordsman's eyes. At least the idiot had forgotten all about the knife by now.
"That you hate me," he said as he breathed out, and before the blond could say anything against it, he answered on his question before he ever could ask it, "Because I'm so weak."
Sanji blinked, his brows almost touched each other as he frown deeply. "You're not weak,"
"I let you use me," Sanji shut his mouth at once, guilt washing over him and leaved salt in his deep wounds. That heard to be remembered on again "because I let him use me. Because I let him hurt you! I was a weakling," the swordsman went on "and still are. I don't deserve-"
"Fuck what you deserve you shitty marimo-head!" The cook suddenly bit off, and gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back his emotions. Zoro felt his hands, which now laid flat against his scalp, shaking lightly. He lifted a brow at this "Fuck you and your stupid thoughts!" Sanji clenched his hands. He cursed the tears that threatened to spill at any moment, he cursed his voice that threatened to slur and break at any moment from now. "Fuck him and what he'd done! I don't care what he did… to me… it's not your bloody fault, you, fucking, stupid, marimo!" now his whole body started to tremble. Zoro could do nothing but stare at him in shock. Then, his voice broke, and he could no longer hold back his tears. This wasn't fair! Why did he blame himself? Why didn't he blame him? Why was that fucking swordsman so damn fucking unfair? "Why… why don't you blame me…?" he now voiced, tears dripping from his jaw as they had run down along his now red cheeks. "Why don't you curse me far away? Why don't you hate me?!"
"Sanji…?" Zoro said breathlessly, stunned. Now he did it again, he thought; he hurt Sanji again… all over again. He was pretty good at that, now wasn't he?
"I FUCKING HELL RAPED YOU AND TORTURED YOU! I EVEN BROKE YOUR LEG! STAPPED YOUR HAND WITH A KNIFE! Fucking WOUNDED YOU, like no one ever had! And-" –sob- "and I-I even l-liked it… I damn he-hell l-liked it… I enjoyed evry- every se-second o-of it…!" He roared up in anger "THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? Why don't you HATE ME, DAMN IT? WHY?-" –sob- "w-why…?" –sniff- "hoouuh… damn it…!" tears poured down from his eyes. His whole body was trembling. He barely registered a hand travelling up his cheek before he felt a raw thumb brush some of his tears away from his eyes.
"And here I walked and thought that you hated me,"
"N-no,-" –sob- "n-never…!" 'damn those bloody tears…!'
"-but instead you've been blaming yourself, thinking that I did the same… just as I thought that you hated me for the same things that I hated myself for… that's why you didn't speak to me?" Sanji didn't have to answer, the light bow of his head was enough answer. He ran his fingers through the blond strands of hair, he caressed his cheek, ran his thumb over those oh so soft and trembling lips, while Sanji's eyes still didn't want to stop leaking tears.
"Z-zoro…!" Sanji said breathlessly as the swordsman suddenly started to nip at his lip. This was wrong… wasn't it him who should cheer up the other to begin with? Oh yeah, the plan had been to stop Zoro from killing himself, warm him up, cheer him up, and here he was where the roles had switched; now it was Zoro who laid underneath him, biting, nipping at his lips, licking them and tried to cheer him up again. He widened his eyes as he felt the so familiar hips buck up towards him.
Zoro had made a decision, if he wanted to get stronger for Sanji, he had to do this… for Sanji's sake, and for his own hopeless mind's sake… before this poison-shit would drive him all nuts. He took a deep breath and then connected his lips to the other's soft ones. They tasted of water, funny enough he had thought them to taste of salt. The blond didn't respond at first, but as he hesitantly did, Zoro felt all his own bad moods disappear into a whole new feeling that kept on growing inside of him.
Sanji had never hated him…
…he had never blamed him anything… did Sanji really still love him? Something inside of him screamed YES, while something in the far distance yelled NO! … This time he chose to listen to the first voice. The kiss got needier, more craving. Slowly he felt this overjoyed feeling grow out into every cell in his own body. Sanji was his medicine, without him he was nothing! Sanji was the saving-line to all of his dreams, without him, he felt like that he didn't need to live.
Sanji was everything.
He was the pusher, and Sanji was his narcotic. The more he realised this, the more his mind cleared, the more his will returned, the more of his hope came back, and he cursed 'the him' he had been the last month, 'the him' who didn't believe in anything… 'the him' who didn't even believe in his own dreams… but he hadn't had his drug for so long… his personal Sanji-drug.
They both had thought nonsense… complete nonsense.
He felt his hips buck up, and sensed the blond freeze. Then his thin –he was really all too thin and smelled strongly of alcohol- body started to tremble again, but this time of something else other than fear and horror. Zoro hummed and nuzzled his nose into Sanji's neck. He missed that musky smell of the blond… his blond…
"I… I think, that I love you… still love you… Zoro," came the hesitant answer from the blond. Zoro hummed again, and kissed the cook's throat.
"I think I do too," he said, and bit slightly at the skin. Sanji gasped, but he knew that he liked it. He kissed and nipped his way up along his jaw line, and the way up to his ear. "Fuck me, Sanji," he nipped at his earlobe, bit it slightly and dragged his teeth down along it, pulling in it until it reached the end of it, and then breathed warm air into his ear, sending shivers through the blonds' body "make me feel good…!"
Sanji blinked the remaining tears away, captured between shock, lust and confusion. "Wha… what…?" he croaked, not believing his ears.
Zoro chuckled by the cook's sudden outburst of surprise. "Let's actually do it, right here… right now…!"
"Wa-wait wait wa–oh god~!" The blond moaned as Zoro's hand slowly ran down along his chest, and all the way down till he cupped his pulsing flesh, which was captured underneath some very suffocating tight pants by now. He hadn't known how horny he had been before that hand had come down to rub him teasingly, sweetly, lovingly.
Sanji shook his head, trying to clear his lust-clouded mind. "I… how can you… after all what I've done… to you…?"
"I'm not a fragile piece of china… I can handle it… I'm not weak,"
The blond looked down at him, surprised, still a bit on guard. "You know, for a moment ago you just said something else,"
"I know," he chuckled again, Sanji shivered in delight to actually hearing the first mate to chuckle again "but back then I didn't get my personal drug that I needed," he licked up along his throat, indicating what 'drug' he was speaking of. "So? You're up for the challenge?"
"When has this even become a challenge?" questioned the cook. Zoro smiled, and oh god how he had missed that smile so much. "And second of all; your back and leg are still in recovery!" Sanji's eyes turned back into his head as the swordsman massaged his ever hardening pulsing flesh, and without thinking about it, bucked his hips into the touch. Zoro's smile grew.
"Well, then you just have to be gentle with me then," he whispered into his ear, and nipped it, "think you can do that, cook~?"
"W-why… hah… why… would you… let me…? After all-"
"Don't repeat yourself, cook, might think that you've become senile," Sanji glared at him, still demanding an answer. Zoro grabbed his head and pulled it down so both of their foreheads were touching. "I always wanted you to do me, but not the way that it happened," Zoro pressed his hand harder down on the blonds' head as he tried to move to look away, "so therefore, why not do it now and erase those bad memories? Where we both will feel good? You think you can handle that, cook?" he said teasingly. Sanji sighed deeply, but then soon a smile played on his lips again. As he moved his head up, Zoro let him but kept his hands on his head, his fingers playing with the golden strands of hair.
"You asking me if I can be gentle?" he asked playfully "I'm known to be the gentle type, idiot,"
"Yeah, that woman back then must really have liked it to be taken by a gentleman," Sanji blinked, then furrowed his brows. Nicki said something like this, that he had to confront this with Zoro, because the idiot thought that-
He couldn't stop himself from chuckling.
"What's so funny about it?"
"Haha! You are so funny!" Zoro furrowed his brows, and Sanji slapped himself mentally, he didn't want to lose the Zoro that just had offered himself to him. He played with a lock of green hair, while he smiled down at him. "Idiot, I've never done it with anyone,"
Zoro looked surprised up at him. "You're saying she did it with you with those kinky to-" Sanji hit him over the head with his palm.
"Let people speak when they're talking, moss for brains," a grumble, but not one of those angry ones. Sanji's smile returned "no, we talked, she wanted to help me, make me loosen up a little… she opened my pants, got her hand down-" He held his hand up as the marimo was about to interrupt again. "she pushed me down onto the bed, kneeled down and pulled 'me' out, but then… then I told her to stop. I couldn't," he looked away from those deep grey eyes that looked too far into his soul, looking for to see if his words were true or not "I wouldn't, I felt like it would be like… cheating on you, so, there you got it."
"But you slept there overnight?"
"Hard and horny, but we didn't touch each other, she let me borrow her bed to sleep in while she took the sofa, should have been me taking the sofa, but whatever…" he sighed dramatically "I had to think on that bloody okama from back then, posing in a thong, before it killed 'it' and almost made me throw up,"
"Poor you,"
Sanji smiled, "Yeah, poor me,"
"Well then," Zoro rubbed his lower parts again, ripping a shuddering moan out from the cook, "glad it's not all dead then," He leaned his head a up a little and captured the blonds' lips into a passionate kiss. When they broke apart he smiled warmly up at him. "You ready for the challenge, cook?" He moved his healthy leg up to lock it behind the cook's back, indicating what he was talking about, but Sanji wasn't that slow or stupid not to know, and smiled playfully back down at him.
"I've heard that there should be a very nice soft futon over in the corner of this kitchen," he ran his finger along the swordsman's lips. Zoro stuck his tongue out and licked it, making the blond shiver in delight.
"Well then, let's go find that futon, cook… if you can carry me, that is," Sanji rolled his eyes.
"I'm not that weak, baka,"
"Then show me, curlbrow,"
"You'll be moaning my name,"
"Stop talking so much and let's get over there, before I strip you down here," Sanji laughed out loud and embraced the other into a warm, loving hug. Zoro hugged back and smiled.
God he had missed him so much!
~The End~
AN: Thanks to you all for hanging on for so long. I don't know what I should have done without you all. Man, it's weird to think that it's done now… over 1 year took it me to write this story, and now it's done. Wow, weird feeling, but a great feeling!
Thanks again to all of my readers, fans and friends for supporting me with such great reviews. Thanks to you, this story now reached an ending as well. But don't worry, there's an epilogue to this one as well, so wait up till next weekend, and the true end of this story will be up.
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Love ya!
~Pernille
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HappyMe-O: Oh no! Happy-chan! Hang in there, then I'll get Ivan-san to help you back to live!
Zoro: …Great! Now you just 'scared' her to death in stead!
Sanji: *gasps, pales…. Faints*
Zoro: …AND the cook as well *smirks* okay, I'll forgive you
Sanji: Hey!
lemonlimediddies: Yup! Almost over now... now there's only the epilogue left ^o^
Pervy Otaku: Yosh! I will always be there to protect my friends! Just stay away, all bad guys and –erh- girls… women… whatever XD
Yes I'm evil, I know it *evil snicker* but I hope that you liked this ending? *hugs Pervy-chan like never before* Aww~, I think I'll just adopt you as my new huggy-bear XD
xdrake24: *lol* Nope, Hunter wasn't down last time, but Luffy got his wish come true and fulfil his promise to Sanji as well. Well, some says that Death is a kid who's playing with us, others that he is a malice man there's nothing but bones and wears black ropes and a scythe, but together they got the same thing; when the time's up, they'll come for you... and sometimes even before time, but who knows? We'll just have to wait and see who he or she is, or if it'll be an angel there'll lead us to the right place… one of us just have to get back to life and tell us unknown fools about it, ne? ^o^
Glad that you like the story, and I hope that you liked this chapter as well^^
Themusicalmuffin: Hahaha! I hope that you got some well earned rest. *chuckles* I know what you mean. Many times if I fall over a really great story, I stays awake and reads it till I'm almost hitting my head into the screen *lol*. But that my little story here should be the same for you, well, I'm honoured! Thank you so much for your review, and I'm glad that you liked this terrifying story so much, and I hope that the upcoming stories will grab your interest just as much…but just promise me to get some sleep, kay? ^o^ *hugs*
dreiciapotter-black: HAHA! Don't worry about that, I would never do such a thing, unless the whole story was about that. But else; HELL NO! I know what you mean, and I wouldn't ruin a story like that… but that said, it doesn't mean that someone ELSE wouldn't get pregnant XDD