AN: oh my god I completely forgot about this fanfic! I'm so sorry but here's a new chapter if anyone is actually still reading this.

When I woke up, I was confused, and therefore a little bit scared at first. However, when I noticed how comfortably I was lying, everything came back fast. I decided I liked my bed and I wanted to fall asleep again.

I could probably sleep forever in this place. I felt so warm and safe here. There had to be some reason I woke up though, and as soon as I thought that, I discovered the other couch.

Clearly, someone had slept there too, because of all the blankets that were still on it, and that someone was probably Sanji. He wasn't there now anymore though.

I got up, rubbed my still sleepy eyes and yawned. I started looking for Sanji and thought that the kitchen would be a good place to start. When I got there, he had already prepared a breakfast that could probably feed fifteen grown men. Or, in this case, one hungry me (and maybe also Sanji and his sister and dad I guess).

"So you're finally awake heh, sleepy bedgrasshead."

As some form of answer I yawned at him. If someone else had dared to call me grasshead I would immideately have taught them a lesson by punching them or something like that, but I didn't really mind it when it was Sanji who gave me that nickname.

His 'bedhead' was probably a pretty accurate description of the way I looked right now. He was acting like my fancy opposite or something, showered and already wearing his black waiter outfit which suits him really well.

"Anyway, please, sit down." He smiled. "Eat all you want, you're gonna need your energy today. You're getting a job."

I really thought Sanji had lost it at that moment. I was a homeless, filthy, agressive looking guy with no work experience at all and I knew that and I knew that Sanji knew that I knew so WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!

"Yeah, and what place would be so stupid as to offer me a job? Me…"

I pointed at my whole self, almost starting to laugh because it sounded even more stupid when I said it out loud myself.

"The Baratie," Sanji said, still smiling. "If I manage to make you look at least a little bit presentable and if you promise to work hard I'm sure they'll hire you. We've got quite a few people with similar backgrounds, actually."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Having a job would change my whole world, but I would never be able to get one on my own. He had already done so much for me and was still trying to do more.

In my eyes, Sanji had some amazing, bright light shining all around him right now. I had no idea what to say. Luckily, my stomachs rumbling sound broke the tension and we both laughed. I felt so relieved that I had someone around me who actually seemed to care about me and who did this for me.

"Thank you."

It was all I could say, but when our eyes met I saw he understood what this meant to me.

"Just eat for now, okay? I can't have you eating all the food at the restaurant you know…"

After we finished our breakfast together Sanji let me take a shower. God that felt good. I let the hot water stream down my body and enjoyed the feeling. I felt so relaxed here, I could probably stay in this shower forever. After a while I got out though.

I felt like a whole new person, clean and nice smelling as I was now. I didn't like to put my own clothes back on, since they were still kinda gross. I stepped out of the bathroom and found Sanji waiting for me outside. He gave me a good look and shook his head.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you look nice and clean now, but I can't say the same about your outfit… I wouldn't mind lending you some of my own, but they probably wouldn't fit. Hmmm, I guess there's only one thing to do."

His smile turned kinda evilish and suddenly I didn't know if I wanted to hear about his plan.

"I'm taking you to the mall. Let's go shopping!"

He was already going downstairs, leaving me startled at the top.

"Hey! What do you mean?"

"You heard me. Just shut up and get down already mister Grass Head."

"So it's mister Grass Head now?"

I said while running downstairs, trying to catch up with the blonde who was already putting on his jacket and grabbing his car keys.

"From today on, you'll have to behave like one, so you better get used to the title."

And just like that, we were at the mall looking for some new clothes that would fit me. I honestly don't remember much about it, I just went along with everything Sanji said, not really able to keep up with everything that was happening.

Curly brow seemed to be happy though. He was smiling all the time while spitting through piles of clothes.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked.

Sanji gave me a surprised look, like he hadn't expected me to notice how he felt.

"Well, I just… enjoy spending money to buy stuff for others actually", he said, looking kinda awkard. "But besides Yui, you're actually the only one right now I can do such things for…"

He looked away and started searching through some more clothes. I couldn't help myself but smile and feel… well, I don't really know what I felt. I vaguely remembered the feeling from a long time ago, but I couldn't really place it. It felt good though.

Eventually Sanji bought me some pants, shirts, socks and all the rest of the stuff I could possibly need. I directly changed myself in a public restroom and after that we had some lunch. I wasn't as good as Sanji's food of course, but I still felt like I was in heaven.

When I thought about it that way, I realized that Sanji did look a lot like an angel to me. Especially with his hair shining like pure gold and his beautiful smile and WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I quickly looked down at my plate and began stuffing more food in my mouth and I hoped Sanji didn't notice the way I had been staring at him.

Just like the rest of the day, my job interview at the Baratie went by in a blurr. I was incredibly nervous when a guy with a gigantic mustache asked me some questions and let me promise that I would work my ass off.

The only thing that stopped me from running away from the place was Sanji's hand on my shoulder, who stood behind my chair during the interview. I was surprised when they told me I was hired, like Sanji had predicted, and was immediately put to work.

I actually enjoyed working much more than I had expected and before I knew it the restaurant was closing. Everyone went home and Sanji and I stood outside the restaurant, neither of us really knowing what to do next, as Sanji told me his dad didn't want me in his house anymore.

"Come with me, Zoro." He said after a while.

"But, your father…" I began.

"I don't care. I'll just sneak you into my room, he never comes there. You'll just stay untill you made enough money to buy a place for your own. We can go to work together and have fun and he never has to find out, right?"

I smiled at him while he was saying all of that really fast while staring at the ground, like he knew that it sounded too good to be true. I stepped forward and put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I felt his body stiffen because of the surprise, but then he relaxed and hugged me back.

"Thank you, Sanji."

He didn't respond, and we just stood there like that for a while. Sanji felt really warm and he smelled so good. After some time we let go and walked to his car.

"I hope that you know what you're doing, cook." I said.

Sanji laughed. "So do I, trust me."

We arrived at his place and entered the house. We tried to sneak upstairs to Sanji's room, but we didn't even make it half the way.

"Sanji! Who is that guy! Shouldn't you introduce your father!"

I turned and saw a man walking out of the kitchen. He wasn't very big or tall, but he seemed like he wasn't a whimp either. I guess that Sanji got his elecance from his mother, because this guy had none of it. He didn't have Sanji's golden hair either, his was just brown with a little bit of grey coming through. He was wearing a fancy suit, although it was full of wrinkles and I also spotted a wine stain.

"Uhm, good evening father. Excuse me for my rudeness please, I assumed you were asleep."

"Well, clearly, I am not, so speak up! This better not be the same guy you told me about yesterday, I thought I made my point clear about that."

"I'm sorry father, it's Zoro, who slept here toninght. But I have to say that he has a job at the Baratie now, he's trying to earn some money so he can get a place of his own and I thought…"

"Stop it Sanji. I already told you. Out with him."

His voice was still calm, but it was as cold as ice and I could feel the anger behind it that the man was clearly trying to hold back. Sanji looked desperate, so I decided to join the conversation.

"Ah, that's okay, I was just about to leave anyway."

I started walking back to the door.

"Been a pleasure meeting you sir." I said, when I walked past the man.

I stepped outside and heard Sanji coming after me.

"Zoro, don't do this!" He said, when he was with me.

"Listen Sanji, you have done more for me than I could ever dream of. The last thing I want for you is to have a fight with your father over something stupid as me."

I saw that he was about to interrupt me so I quickly went on.

"It's okay, really. I can take care of my own, and I'll see you at work tomorrow, right?"

"Allright," he said softly, "but at least sleep in my car then, so you won't get your sorry ass lost again!"

I smiled. "With pleasure."

I stepped inside the car and made myself comfortable while I saw the cook walking back to the house. Sleep came fast that night, and I dreamed about delicious food that I had never tasted before and a certain, golden haired angel with the prettiest face I had ever seen.