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"Zoro...maybe we shouldn't sleep in the same bed anymore..."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, erm...I'm growing and you're growing...and we really can't fit in the bed."

Zoro couldn't come up with any other words to say other than, 'you're right...', especially after Sanji offered to bring a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor. But, to be honest, he was disappointed that they were going to sleep separately for the rest of their lives, unless they crossed the line. This was all stupid puberty's fault.

So, after Sanji left, Zoro was not particularly in a good mood. The depressed feeling didn't wear away until dinner, so tonight's dinner didn't taste anything. Thankfully, his most annoying sister was out with her friends. His other sister was also out to her kendo class. The only person who remained was their father, Mihawk. Unfortunately, he was as keen as a sharpened blade.

"What's wrong?" That was the first thing his father asked when Zoro came to the table.

Zoro tapped his fork on a mound of meatballs and rolled it across the plate, "Sanji said we can't sleep in the same bed anymore because we're too big."

Mihawk looked up at Zoro, "You're still sleeping together?"

Zoro shrugged, "That's what we've been doing all this time."

His father began slicing up a piece of ham, "Does it bother you that Sanji sleeps with you?"

"It never did."

"Does it bother him?"

"He didn't say...he just told me that the bed was getting too small. It's the bed's fault."

Mihawk raised his golden eyes to think for a moment. Zoro wondered how none of his sisters looked like their father-he shouldn't be the one talking either.

"Maybe it's time I should buy a new bed for you."

Zoro blinked because he couldn't believe what his father said. "What?"

"Perona and Kuina also got new beds when they've grown out of it. So, what size do you want? Full, queen, or king?"

"Which one's the biggest?"

"King. Perona got king because she wanted to sleep with her dolls." Zoro remembered that she had more than a dozen of stuffed animals. And the numbers were still growing, "Kuina chose full; modest little girl...I wish she would be a little bit more wanting. So, which one will you want?"

"Which one do you have Dad?"

"King."

Zoro thought for a moment. He visited Kuina and Perona's room before. Although both had same sized bedrooms, Perona's looked smaller because of the larger bed-and the cute Victorian couch, Victorian desk, a chandelier, and piles of stuffed animals. The full size looked nice in his other sister's room, but would Sanji still say no?

He decided to take the safer route, "I'll have a queen."

"Queen? Well, that's new. Bed sheet color?"

"Grays, greens, or blues."

"All right. Remind me after dinner once more. I'll have it ordered and delivered as soon as possible." Of course, Zoro really didn't need to remind him. His father dialed at some company, and a few days later a large truck appeared at their home. His dad was lazy, so he hired some men to carry the bed posts, the mattress up the stairs to place it into Zoro's room, and take away the old twin bed downstairs. All Zoro needed to do was to make his own bed.

"Dad..." Zoro sighed as he stared at the heap of new bed sheets of many shades of grays, greens, and blues. He wondered why in the world his father bought him a light blue one with dark blue sheep patterns on it. He picked the white sheets with blue and green stripes and made his bed. When he was finished, he pulled off the covers and slipped off his socks. Sliding into the new bed and sheets was probably what heaven was like.

He was even happier because there was space to roll around twice. There was more space than the twin, so Sanji wouldn't be complaining about size. He rolled back to his spot and brushed his hand over the empty space beside him. This, where his hand lay, was Sanji's space. No need for him to sleep on the floor.

If they went out, this wouldn't be much of a problem.

Zoro shook his head and buried his face into his pillow, "...just a little bit more..."

He wanted to spend a little bit more time on the freedom and space; probably Sanji wanted it too. They were also entering adolescence; a time to easily make stupid mistakes. Zoro shouldn't decide on his instincts and emotions because they were jittery and said yes to everything. This was the one thing he didn't want to make a mistake on. He needed to wait for the right time.

That time was approaching slowly but soon.

-.-.-

The following day, Zoro showed Sanji the new bed. His friend looked surprised, but he looked happy also. As if someone knocked Sanji on the head and made him lose his memories, Sanji resumed sleeping with him. He never even complained about it or asked to bring a sleeping bag.