Hello random people!

Just note that Onigiri and Omurice are Japanese dishes.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, and because of that *starts shaking Oda sensei* WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH MY PRECIOUS PRINCE?! TELL ME! (I'm sorry…)

"You're and idiot, you know that?

" Sami stated, deadpanned.

"Eh?" Sanji sweat dropped at the answer, it was the next morning and he was preparing breakfast while chatting with his sister. He just asked about the fuzzy feeling he was feeling and wondered if Sami knew what it was and was told that he was an idiot. Not an answer he was looking for.

"I'm guessing you only feel this when Endamame is near you?"

Amused with the nickname that his sister had chosen for the marimo, Sanji nodded in confirmation as he prepared the rice.

"The feeling intensifies when he smiles, looks your way or just in general treats you nicely?"

"Also when we fight and argue." Sanji added.

Huh, Baby brother seems to have the love-hate relationship on point. "Why?"

"It's fun and a way of training and there aren't that many people that can keep up with my sparring. The marimo's the only one I give my full attention to when fighting, otherwise our fights wouldn't end in ties."

At this Sami was surprised but she smiled. So little San-chan gives the Endamame his full attention ay? That's a good start… even if it's only when they're fighting… actually no that's even better, San-chan never gives attention to people he actually hates, so the fact he's responding is good.

"So how long have you felt this?" Sami continued questioning. At this Sanji paused, how long had he felt this?

"Well… I've only actually acknowledged its existence only recently, but I think I have felt it a while ago, I just never really realised." Sanji concluded, tilting his head to the side deep in thought, tails flicking side to side like a metronome. "If I'm correct, the first time I felt the fuzzy feeling was… seeing the marimo for the first time? Or maybe our first fight or conversation?"

"… you've felt the fuzzy feeling ever since you first met him?" Sami was again deadpanned as she stared at Sanji. How dense can he be? Sami thought ears flicking in annoyance.

"Well I think I remember feeling something similar when I first saw a mention of a 'demon' in the newspaper when I was working at the Baratie. I think I was seventeen? Though I think it was more admiration than anything." Sanji tilted his head on the other side. He blinked when his sister fell out of her chair. "Is something wrong?"

"N-no, nothing's wrong…" Sami laughed, picking herself up and sitting in her chair again. That's it, these two are definitely getting together if that's the last thing I do. She looked at her brother and when she was given nothing but a clueless look in response she did a light face palm and sighed heavily.

"… So what are we having for breakfast?"

"We're having onigiri and omurice."

"Oh?" Sami looked up her brother and sure enough he was making onigiri. "Seems different from what you usually make."

"I usually ask the others what they want but no one really knew what they wanted so I just let my mind wander and I found myself making this." Sanji gestured to the rice in his hand. "Did you know that one of the lost swordsman's moves is named Oni Giri?"

"…Why would he name his move after a food? Does he really like onigiri or something?" Sami asked confused.

"No as in 'Oni' and 'Giri' but I thought he named it after the food too." Sanji laughed. "I guess if you take your food seriously you tend to associate it with anything."

"That's true, remember when we found out one of our friends didn't like Nutella?" Sami laughed as well. "All hell had broken loose." Wait, when Sanji lets his mind wonder he tends to make whatever is related to what he was thinking… onigiri… swordsman's moves… Japanese food… Once again my brother is so dense! Sami felt her eye twitch and she stared into Sanji's eye when he turned around and pointed the tip of one of her tails in his direction.

"You are such a dimwit, little duck." Sami told right into Sanji's face. Sanji flicked his ears at the familiar nickname as he wondered what he did this time.

"Whatever you say, Samantha."

"I told you not to call me that! You know I hate being called that!"

"Why do you think I do it?"

"Oh? Then do you want me to call you by your full name in front of the crew?"

"No. Never under any circumstance call me by that ghastly name."

"Then you won't say mine, Deal?"

"Deal."

With that Sanji continued on breakfast while Sami went and made herself a cup of tea. As the rest of the crew came in they were also surprised with the change in food but nevertheless ate the food and complimented Sanji for the well-made meal. A certain swordsman was also surprised with the food, reminding him of his hometown and ate everything he could. After the meal, Zoro checked the schedule of who's helping in washing the dishes and saw that it was him. He sighed and scratched his head as he grudgingly went to help with the mountain of dishes.

I have a new respect for dishwashers Zoro thought when the mountain of dishes had finally been washed, dried and put away. His arms were sore and his hands were wrinkled, resembling a prune. Actually it seems like a type of training, maybe he should ask the cook about letting him doing some more dishes, knowing the cook he would be delighted no matter the reason with the extra help.

"Hey, wait." Sanji called out to Zoro, who was about to leave for his daily training. Zoro turned his head in the direction of the cook and raised an eyebrow as Sanji went to the fridge and entered the code and took out something with a cover.

"It's a little dish I remembered and I thought you might like it." Sanji said as he removed the cover of the mystery dish. Zoro balked, there's a weird flat… bread? On the dish, but what he was really skeptical about was the pink dip. It was weird and chunky and it looked like cat food mixed with tuna that was dyed pink.

"You. Want me. To eat that?" Zoro stared at Sanji. "No, I refuse. I don't want food poisoning."

"Since when have I ever given you something that was harmful to your health?" Sanji said, slightly insulted that Zoro thought he would give the stupid swordsman something poisonous. "Just give it a try, if you don't like it I will give you something else that you might like next."

"There's more?" Zoro asked, horrified at the slight doom that was looming over him. "When did I become your guinea pig?"

"Just try it." Sanji rolled his eyes and when Zoro made no move to eat it, but just inspected it like it was going to come to life any minute, Sanji gave out a frustrated growl, tails swishing behind him irritably. Grabbing one of the bread pieces, he dipped it in the sauce and shoved it in the swordsman's mouth. Zoro looked like he was going to spit it out but one warning death glare form the cook on wasting food had Zoro chewing reluctantly. Zoro's eyes widened before reaching for another piece of bread, covering it in dipping and took another bite.

"See? Good isn't it?" Sanji smirked smugly while Zoro gave nothing but a grumble in reply before finishing of the dish.

"Can you tell me what I just ate?" Zoro asked still slightly suspicious at the mysterious pink dip. Sure it tasted it good but you never know on the Grand Line, plus it was made by the cook. While the food Question makes is good you never know what you're eating when the guy thinks anything that's edible is food, which can lead to some very interesting (and disturbing) consumptions.

"What you just ate was Taramasalata. It's a traditional dip from Greece that is made from the salted fish roe and is mixed with bread crumbs or mashed potato, lemon juice, vinegar and olive oil. It's normally spread on flat bread." Sanji explained, the words he said whirling around Zoro's head.

"I'm not even going to bother remembering that, but what the hell is fish roe?"

"Fish eggs."

Zoro stared. "…I just ate fish eggs? As in unborn fish?"

"You eat unborn baby chickens." Sanji pointed out.

Zoro pulled a weird face and stared accusingly at Sanji. "Why did you make me eat that?!"

"You still finished it off."

"Still! Unborn fish!" Zoro was shocked at what he just ate. Yeah, you can never be too sure with this guy and food.

"You be surprised of how many people would eat this on daily basis and this isn't the only dish you've ever had that had fish eggs in it. What did you think the orange orbs on the sushi I gave you were?" Sanji stated deadpanned at how people would immediately react once they found out they eat no matter how good it was. Zoro gaped at the reveal of exactly what the cook would give him. It just made him realise never piss the guy off, you never know what he could put in your food.

"…You said that this dip is consumed by people on daily basis. What type of people are they?" Zoro asked, still slightly disturbed at what he just ate.

"The 'type' of people, who ate this; are people from a country called Greece." Sanji rolled his eyes. "I gave you this for you to try because you seem like someone who would have originated from Greece if you were born in the world I had lived in."

"Greece?" Zoro questioned, forgetting about the unborn fish. "What kind of country is that?"

"Greece is a country of great interests and diverse cultures. Many people from that country are extremely proud to call it their homeland with the traditions, foods and not to mention the thousands of years of history." Sanji gave a brief overview of the country. "I originally thought of you as someone from Japan, considering your habits and traditions you follow but most Greeks are born with olive coloured skin, straight noses and dark coloured eyes like you. Greeks also are mostly born with dark hair but you have moss for hair so that doesn't really count for you, does it?"

"If I'm from Greece, what about the others? Where do they come from?" Zoro asked, feeling a vein pop at the teasing of his hair.

"Well, with Usopp, he would come from Africa, with his dark skin and curly hair, Robin-chan would come from… perhaps Russia? Or maybe even an Asian country with her black hair, Chopper would come from Canada, since it's a country that pretty much has snow all year round, Franky would come from America with all the crazy shit and loud personality he has, Luffy most likely would be from Brazil, Nami-san would be from Sweden since most not as common genetics such as ginger hair and blond are from that country and Brooke would be from Austria." Sanji said it all in one breath, he held up a finger to catch his breath again before speaking again. "And also as said before, Sami and I are half Swedish with our blond hair and blue eyes and half French."

Zoro was slightly overwhelmed with the sudden bombardment of different words and places he's never even heard of and was quite impressed with the assumptions that Sanji had come up with. The cook was already intelligent and quick-minded, along with his old memories he would most likely know a lot of things most people haven't even heard of. Zoro had already seen Sanji and Sami having a conversation with Robin and Zoro wasn't even sure if 90% of what they were saying was even in their language.

Sanji continued making Zoro try all the dishes he remembered until he was satisfied and had written it all down in his cookbook before the swordsman could leave. As the swordsman was about to leave he suddenly thought of something.

"Oi, cook."

"Hmm?" Sanji hummed in response, finishing off the last of his recipes.

"Why did you let me try the dishes? Why not the others, like Luffy or something?"

"Because, Luffy would just eat anything and not consider the tastes, Usopp would be too scared of trying some of new things I give him, the others would most likely be the same as Luffy except for maybe Brook but he's a skeleton and he's already died once, dying can make realise how you take certain things for granted so he would think it's good anyway and I can't let the ladies do things they don't want to, not even my sister can help much, since she has allergies." Sanji concluded and faced the swordsman. "While you, on the other hand, is not that picky about food and yet still has some sense in taste and appreciations for it, no allergies and is not too uncomfortable about trying new things."

Zoro was surprised with how the cook had viewed him. Despite always insulting the cook and only giving half-assed responses to his food, Zoro knew he was spoilt and would probably not be able to eat anything else other than Sanji's cooking. The cook's cooking was just that good and Zoro was quite happy that Sanji saw him in high light.

"Any other weird ass food?" Zoro asked jokingly, walking over and scratching the cook's ears. He smirked as the curlybrow unconsciously leant into the petting.

"There is, but you don't have to eat them. Not now." Sanji replied all too seriously. "There's chicken feet, duck tongue, live octopus, escargot, frog legs and lots of different versions of chocolate. And that's just beginning."

While Sanji seemed caught up in his excitement of thoughts of making new dishes Zoro was feeling the exact opposite, edging towards the door with each abnormality that escaped from the cook's mouth. Before the cook could bring out anymore of the weird crap he was spouting for Zoro to eat he ran out of the room and took refuge in the crow's nest.

"Zoro? What happened to you?"

Zoro looked up and saw Nami and Sami sitting on the couch in the crow's nest and remembered that it was Nami's watch. Not sure why Sami's there but she can do whatever she wants. He quickly closed the hatch to the crow's nest and sat beside Nami with a relieved sigh.

"…Are you going to tell me what happened?" Nami was extremely curious at what made Zoro like this.

"Crazy shit cook made me eat weird shit." Zoro replied. "I'm seeking refuge."

"The great swordsman is scared?" Nami smirked.

"Haha fuck you witch, no I said I'm seeking refuge."

"So you're hiding."

"NO I'M NOT."

"Yeah, yeah whatever."

"I hear the disbelief in your voice."

"No, really?"

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

Sami sweat dropped at the verbal argument the two were having. It reminded her very much of certain arguments that she would have. Is this what others see when me and Sanji fight?

"So what horrifying concoction did he make this time?" Sami asked, going slightly green thinking about what she had eaten in the past and sympathizing with Zoro.

"He gave me this weird ass pink fish egg dip on bread." Zoro scrunched up his nose at the remembrance of what he had eaten. He's still not over the fact that he ate the fish eggs, oh god are fish going hatch in his stomach?! Zoro shuddered at the thought.

"What? Isn't Sanji-kun's cooking really good?" Nami was confused with the pukey faces the other two were making.

"Yes, he does make good food and it does taste good but…" Sami paused, she and Zoro shuddered simultaneously. "The ingredients he sometimes uses or just the dish in general can make you feel rather…disturbed if you know exactly what he made and what you're currently eating."

"That bad?" Nami sweat dropped at the furious nods she got in response. "Ok then, since food seems like such a weird topic let's move on shall we?"

"Please."

"Yes, please do."

"O-righty then, a new topic…hmm…" Nami tapped her finger on her chin, pretending to be in thought when she gained a Cheshire like grin. "Zoro tell us what you think about Sanji?"

"What?" Zoro sputtered, caught off guard with the strange question.

"Yeah, tell us what you think about my baby brother?" Sami asked good-naturedly, but Zoro shivered when he caught a certain glint in her eye.

"Well, he's annoying and a piece of shit."

"Drop the hate each other act, will you?" Nami huffed. "I know you're either gay or pansexual and don't think I haven't seen you eyeing Sanji-kun before."

Catching the glint in Sami's eye get more prominent and Zoro just has a tendency to go against anything the witch says he replies with a slight frantic undertone, "What are you talking about? I won't deny the fact I may be gay or pan but hell no to liking the cook!"

Nami put her hand to her ear, "do you hear that? Sounds like your debt on the verge of doubling for lying to me."

Zoro gaped, "you wouldn't."

"You think I won't?"

At this Zoro went quiet knowing that yes, Nami would. She will go to any lengths when it comes to her money. Sami seeing he conflict show on Zoro's face, decided to be a bit merciful and put her hand on Nami's shoulder. The two exchanged some looks before the joking atmosphere from before was replaced with something more serious and both girls moved their gazes to Zoro, causing him to shift uncomfortably with the intense stares he was getting.

"But seriously Zoro, how do you feel about Sanji?" Sami asked, "this isn't just us two joking around anymore, we want to know how you honestly feel and you're talking to professional liars, don't even try lying or denying, we can tell."

Zoro felt a bead of sweat go down his brow as he looked at the girls. He planned to lie and deny like usual but seeing the actual serious looks in both of their eyes caused his will to deflate as he sighed and thought about his confusing feelings.

"Where do you want me to start?" Zoro asked looking at Sami. Looking at her was like looking at the cook so it didn't help much with his thoughts, especially with the fact her eye was the exact same as the cook's...

"From the beginning." Sami stated, smiling encouragingly, Zoro looked over at Nami and when she also gave an encouraging nod he finally cracked.

"… My first thoughts on the cook was that he was only something we needed for survival, a source to food and keeping ourselves healthy, I didn't think much of him except that he was an idiot and a cook. DON'T say anything." Zoro glared over at Nami who opened her mouth but clicked it shut again. "But those thoughts eventually changed, I don't know when but I do know how. I saw how he cooked with passion, how he followed his own code of honour, the way he fights intrigued me, 'why would you handicap yourself when you fight?' I thought, seeing how he only fights with his feet and not his hands. I stopped thinking about it when I saw how strong he was when I first saw him fight."

Zoro smiled bitterly. "Then on I began to notice little things and big things about him, some things I noticed were so stupid and gave me fluttery feelings in my stomach and when I tried to train them away they never did. I saw how he has a lopsided smile, how intelligent he was, how he has a weird way speaking, always saying 'pardon' and 'excuse me' and all that shit. How he seems so graceful, like a dancer rather than someone who fights to kill, how he has this fragile look around him that has people underestimating him. They were in for a nasty surprise when they saw exactly what he was capable of." Zoro's smile brightened slightly. "His flexibility is quite amazing too, I've never seen another woman have the same amount in flexibility he has let alone another man."

"What do you think are bad qualities of Sanji-kun?" Nami smiled at what Zoro had said, winking over at Sami.

"I find him the most infuriating person I've ever met, no one else gets under my skin like him and he's always an annoying piece of shit. But there are times when even I don't remember why we're fighting, it just becomes fun. I haven't met anyone who I could fight without holding back for a long time before he came along."

"His cooking, His fighting style, his loyalty, how he's selfless to a fault, his intelligence and how he can somehow have some the best manners I've ever seen and yet still have the worst tongue." Zoro counted off, shocking the girls at how he said all of these so easily without a pause. "These are all obvious qualities I've noticed that were good about him. I've seen how he hums when he cooks, how he fiddles with his hands when he's nervous, how his ears go red when he's embarrassed, when he talks about his dreams he gets a light in his eye… what?"

Zoro could actually say much more but seeing the knowing looks the two girls were giving him made him feel uncomfortable. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"One last question Edamame." Sami flicked her tails.

"Edamame?" Zoro felt a vein pop. Great another one.

"Describe how you feel when you're near San-chan." Sami said looking into Zoro's eyes.

Zoro paused, thinking about how he should answer. "It's like a weird fluttery thing in my stomach and it feels like there's a bunch of butterflies in there, I feel warmer and kinda fuzzy when I'm around him." Zoro concluded. "I've been trying to ignore it but it doesn't feel bad… it's actually kinda nice."

Zoro looked up saw shit-eating grins from the two girls and sweat dropped slightly. "Can you tell me why talking about how I feel for the cook makes you happy?"

"Because it always makes us happy to see a potential ship and you with my baby brother has a lot of potential." Sami smirked with Nami nodding her head agreeing.

"Ship? What are you talking about?"

Well done, little duck, even the perfect lover for you is dense like hell. How can they not see how compatible they are with each other? "Endamame, don't you get it?" Sami shook her head.

"Get what?" Zoro was starting to get annoyed with the responses he was getting and when all he received were unimpressed looks he snapped. "What am I not getting?!"

"You, my dear little mossy brains, have taken a liking to my little brother." Sami pointed at Zoro's face and when she got a similar clueless look she had gotten from someone else this morning she once again face palmed. "Argh why are all guys so dense and stupid?!"

"I agree completely." Nami stated from the side, nodding her head solemnly. "They're such troublesome creatures aren't they?"

"At least I get to the point." Zoro growled out, frustrated with the loopholed answers he was getting. "Just tell me!"

"You still don't get it?" Sami sighed before looking seriously into Zoro's eyes again. "You. Like. Sanji. And not in the nakama or just a friend way, you like him romantically."

"…eh?" Zoro stared. So that's what this was about? Really?

"I already know that." Zoro snorted, causing both Nami and Sami to blink in surprise. "I figured it out a few days ago."

Nami smiled. "I knew you were a rational person, Zoro. All I can give you as advice is don't try to train those feelings away because I can tell you that it won't."

"I would also like to add, that little duck over there is extremely dense and not easy to win over when once comes to his love life. My advice for you is just keep trying. Don't disappoint me." Sami stated.

"I will also add that if you ever, I repeat, ever break my brother's heart I will have you experience the worst torture in existence and make sure you'll regret ever meeting me or crossing me, got it?" Sami's eyes turned yellow as she glared at the swordsman. Zoro took the death stare full on and replied with absolutely no hesitation.

"Got it."

…Did I make Zoro seem like a stalker? I feel like I did…

Finally at least one of the two idiots is seeing sense! *cheers happily* and I don't have anything else to say.

Please R&R!

-Kagu-chan