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Edited on: 3/4/2014
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Now, my apologies for everyone. Please take a slice of apology cake, no fighting please. I apologise for the sudden disappearance, I had an upcoming assessment and I had to do that first. That's all out of the way, then there was a few parties I had to attend and some christmas shopping. So I was unable to focus. But now I give you...

Chapter 6: Photographs

Soft blue eyes slowly fluttered open to the sight of the equally bright blue sky. For a moment, he watched the clouds drift past before breathing deeply, breathing in the salty fresh air. He knew that smell, it was of the sea and as always, it was nice, fresh and calming.
He closed his eyes once more, feeling the breeze against his skin as he continued to lay there in his tattered and disarrayed clothes that were unlike his usual attire.

Oh how he loved the ocean…it was magnificent, so breathtaking and so calming. He dreamed to one day travel it all, but he knew the ocean was so vast, maybe he wouldn't be able to, but as long as he saw 'all blue' nothing else mattered.
Maybe his dream would have been easier if he had been born a merman. Oh how he wished he had been, for then, he could live in the sea and see it all…

…but sadly it wasn't his destiny to be born as a merman but instead it would be great if one day he could meet mer-people.
Would life have been easier for him underwater? In comparison to the recent events, maybe, no it certainly would have been better.
He sighed deeply, had pirates actually attacked the cruise ship? Had he really stood up against pirates in the spur of the moment of wanting to live? Yes he did…
It really was stupid of him...but what did it matter now? It didn't matter, that was yesterdays events, and although he had been stupid by acting on his impulse, he didn't regret fighting to live…although…maybe he was actually dead now? And this was heaven; his heaven.

"You're awake, small fry?" The blue eyed boy sat up quickly, jumping out of his daydreams to see the back of a large man. Straight away he noticed the blonde hair and remembered, it had been the pirate…
"You're really something else…" The pirate said in a tone that the boy couldn't tell whether it was an insult or a compliment.
"Pirat- urgh!" He grabbed at his stomach, his face contorting in pain. Why did it hurt so much? It was like his entire body had been crushed by a thousand large men who had dared to sit on his tiny frame like it was a boat and hope it would float on water. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating the pain, but dammit, it hurt like hell.

"There's no way you could move!" The voice chuckled in amusement as he heard the boy whimper again.
The boy glared at him, cursing the other in his head as he continued to hold his stomach and rid of the pain. Was this really amusing to that old man?!
"Whose kick do you think you took earlier?" The man continued to speak despite the current lack of conversation from the other who just ignored the question anyway, and instead asked his own question.
"Where's the ship?" He looked around, there was no sign of either the cruise ship or the pirate ship nor any other life but the two of them on what it appeared to be a rock?
"Who knows..." The man spoke sadly. "In that kind of storm, wouldn't be surprised if it got destroyed."
The boy almost felt his heart stop, wait, destroyed? Did that mean everyone on the cruise ship had died. Did that mean those three...had they died as well?
The man didn't turn around once to face the boy, but continued to speak.
"We're the only one's who made it here. There's no food on this rocky island...you might think of fishing, but once you go down there's no way of getting back up. Dying like rats, makes you want to cry doesn't it?"

Yes it did, it really did want to make him cry. He was stuck on this rock with a damn pirate who just had to attack them yesterday in the midst of a storm and land them in this mess.

He gritted his teeth together.
"It's all your fault anyway! I'm gonna kill you" His voice was shaky, almost as if he didn't shouted, he would cry instead and the older man knew the kid didn't mean his words but knew he was angry with him.
"Stop barking!" The man shouted back, what good use was it to tear at each other. "All we can do is wait until help arrives. Otherwise you'll use up all your energy and simply turn into a skeleton."

"A skeleton?" The boy imagined himself as a skeleton, "Me?" The thought scared him to his bones, he didn't want that to happen. It couldn't happen could it?
"That sack over there is your share." The boy turned his head and looked at the sack.
"If you eat normally, it should last you five days, so use your head on how you go about it."

The boy 'tsked' his tongue.
"Wait! Is that your share?! Why's it bigger than mine?!" The boy demanded to the elder.
"But of course...I am an adult, I need more than you." He turned slightly just to look at the child over his shoulder. "Just be grateful I spared you any." He glared at him "Don't expect me to feel sorry for you"
Sanji glared back at the man, huffing. "You old fart..."

It was later in the day and the sun was beginning to set now, but the boy remained sitting by the edge of the rock, his knees to his chest as he gazed out to the vast ocean for a sign of a ship.
'Wait on the other side...' The boy thought.
'Look for a ship...' He squinted at the edge of the sea.
'Don't contact each other as not to waste energy...' He pouted. 'Keep praying'

He growled, frowning at his thoughts. "As If I'd tell him I saw a ship!" He angrily shouted grabbing at the sack roughly, pulling out the food and laying it all out before him in portions.
"I'm all set! I've got enough for five days. A ship has gotta come by in five days!" His smile faltered slightly, "But there's still a chance one won't. So, maybe I should divide it into twenty day portions?" He smiled to himself once more, feeling very smart now.
He counted out the food, moving it around into twenty portions.
"I'm all set!" He declared proudly puffing out his chest proudly.

As he stared to the horizon, no ships had come and the sun had set sending the darkness to greet the boy with a chill air. If he didn't die from starvation, he'd die by the cold.
The boy drew a line on the rock with a chalk stone.
"None today huh?" It's alright! They'll come in two to three days!" He smiled, staring out to the vast ocean.
'I don't want to die…' He thought, biting at his lip.

Days went by, the sun would rise and set and the moon would peek and hide but still, there sat the boy watching out to sea, forcing himself to stay awake but the lines on the rock only increased until there were twenty-eight lines.

"The last loaf of bread..." The boy mumbled tiredly, holding the mouldy piece of bread in his hand. "Better take it in well.."
He chewed it slowly, images of his life back on the cruise ship flashed in his mind, all the food and left overs. Life had been easier then, enough for him to throw away the left overs into the bin. He was now regretting his actions, realising how precious food really was, whether it was left overs or not when you live on the sea, it really doesn't matter. He thought back to the chefs who had taken care of him, who had told him to eat, he should have listened to them, obviously, they had known best.

His stomach growled hungrily as he cried; tears streaming down his face, he wiped them away with his hand, the loaf of bread slipping out of his grip and falling off of the edge.
"Ah!" He leaned over, reaching out to the bread, hoping to grab it, hoping it would fly back into his hands, but sadly it was too late and it was gone; splashing into the water below. He no longer had any food, the bag was now empty, as empty as his stomach. His bottom lip quivered as he felt his stomach squeeze painfully tight, growling at him.

Another 26 days came and went, with rain, sun and clouds, but there was still no sign of a ship to rescue him.
He rocked backwards and forwards, his thoughts had been else where for a long time.
Humming a small melody to himself, a melody he had heard and learned back on the cruise ship.

I gaze my eyes, upon the dark blue sea,
Where the old romantic tales,
and my dreams, come back to me.

and I know, that somewhere out there
my lover waits for me,
sending kisses through the air

Till my soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
it sends a thrilling pulse.

and I know, that somewhere out there
my lover waits for me
sending kisses through the air

How I dream, to be there…
with you

He'd repeat the song, over and over, to himself as he rocked in tune.
He no longer looked like the healthy young child he once was, but was now smaller with barely any skin on his bones, his face so slim and his body so weak from malnourishment. His dark circled eyes still looked out to the sea, no life in them; the blue colour looking so dull. He continued to rock himself, his lips still moving as he mumbled to himself.

He whispered the last part and stopped rocking. His thoughts back to every one who had been on the Orbit. The tears were welling up, he was surprised that he could still cry, just how many times has he cried? How many times had he thought about them, and bawled his eyes out until it hurt, until he was wheezing and in pain.

"So pathetic...I'm so pathetic…" He whispered to himself, laughter echoing in his mind as he fell backwards, his back landing on the hard rock with a thud. He stared at the sky, the sky he had grown sick of seeing. He glowered at it, oh how jealous he was of the clouds. The freedom they have, why couldn't he be a cloud? Why couldn't he drift with no care in the world? With no fears and worries and death lurking at every corner. Death…

"Come get me!" The boy shouted in a raspy voice. "Kill me already!"
Did death just want to toy with him, make him suffer this pain. It was so cold and he was so hungry. There was no hope anymore.
He looked over the edge of the rock and contemplated; contemplated death. It sounded so nice right now...it would take away the pain, it would take away the suffering. He'd be with them… How could they have left him?! How could they have abandoned him, had they not cared for him to stay, stay in this world. Had they never thought about how he would feel. No, it wasn't their fault that they had left him, death took them and now it was Sanji's chance to go back to them, to take the chance and be with them once more, he'd be with them and he wouldn't be so lonely anymore…

He closed his eyes and smiled, yes, he could be happy again...he stood up slowly, his legs shaking as he did. He breathed in the salty air, raising up his arms, ready to welcome the waters embrace but the sound of coughing stopped him.

He turned his head in the direction. Oh yeah, that shitty old man was still here…so, he was still alive and kicking then. Why should he die and not the old man? It was his fault...it was his fault he was in this situation! He wouldn't have had to suffer these pain staking days of cold and hunger if he hadn't escaped death the first time when it would have been quicker then. Maybe they wouldn't even be here if that shitty pirate hadn't attacked them in the first place!

Both ships would have survived the storm, he knew it would have but that man, that man! He had caused it all! He needed to pay...he needed...he deserved it...
He stepped away from the edge and slowly climbed over the rock, wanting to see the man who deserved death more than anything but instead he saw the large sack from before still as big as previously. Hope seeping in to his mind once more.
'There's still plenty!' He couldn't believe his eyes, was it playing tricks with him now? If so, it was a very cruel one…

He held up a knife, it shone from the glare of the sun. He was prepared, prepared to kill to survive. It was a scary thought, but he had to, he had to be brave, to protect himself and if he needed to, he would kill the man. Slice him to pieces, bit by bit and cut by cut, slowly and painfully, after all, did a demon like him deserve a quick death?
He could feel the knife now, sinking slowly into the mans skin, piercing his insides. His eyes grew wide with craze his heart beating rapidly, anticipating the moment he would strike. Oh the excitement, the thrill!

"Why are you here, Small eggplant?"
The boy stopped, gasping as the man sensed he was there, he had been so quiet not even he had heard his own foot steps.
"Perhaps you saw a ship?"
Why!? Why was the man speaking so kindly and gently to him? Why now? Why when he was so determined to gut him like a fish…
"I came to take your food! If you're going to kill me then go ahead and try!" He held up the knife. "Without anything to eat, I'd die anyway!"
He launched for the bag and cut it open with the knife, and his face faltered, watching as gold and treasure flowed out from it. He grabbed at the treasure, letting it slid through his fingers. "What's this? This is just mere treasure...?"
"Having money but nothing to eat, it's quite ironic isn't it?" The older man asked, chuckling slightly.

The boy ran at the man, grabbing the elder man's clothes in his small fists, shaking him as roughly as he could with his weakened body. "What is this nonsense?! Did you not eat anything until now?!"
He looked to the front of the man and his eyes widened, falling to the ground.
There was the man, with his leg gone. Had he?! Had he eaten it?!
"The food you handed me, was that it?!"
"Yes"
"But without your leg, you can no longer be a pirate!"
"I guess you're right"

He cried, taking a deep breath as tears fell. "Why!? You didn't have to!"
The man fell backwards on to his back, closing his eyes as he breathed deeply.
"Old man! Don't die!"
"I wonder how many people have cursed the sea... I said to myself that if I lived, I would open up a restaurant in the sea..."

That sounded like a really good idea, and right now, the boy was feeling awe and respect for this pirate, after all he wouldn't have survived this long if that man hadn't given him the only food he had. He practically owed the man his life now. Funny, he was so determined to kill him but now, the man was everything.
"I'll help out old man! So don't die on me!"
"Heh, what can a small eggplant like you do?"
"I'll get stronger!"

The boy turned around and saw, just over the horizon, a ship at last. He couldn't help the tears once more as he shouted as loud and as powerful as he could.
"Hey! Help us! Help this old man!"

Sanji drowsily lifted up his head, his necked clicking in pain as he forced himself to sit up properly. He wiped away the moist feeling on his face and leaned forward staring at the floor sadly, his mind clouded with faded images from his dream.

Yes...it had just been a dream...another dream...more like a nightmare, but a dream none the less and yet, it felt so real and he felt like shit because of it. Had it been a memory as well? Had he really starved for so long on a rock, alone with that old man who...who ate his leg?
Sanji gulped.
He felt disgusted with himself, he could still feel the emotions he had in that dream; that memory. He had felt so twisted, full with anger, sadness and loneliness. His thoughts had driven him insane to the point he had almost, no he had been determined to kill the other man, to rip him into shreds just so he could survive. It had been a horrible feeling and to go with those feelings, he had also pictured a thousand ways to kill the man in his head, the images and the ideas, he had plotted the plans like the man had been just a lump of meat in the kitchen.

He sighed just as a slight snore sounded, surprising him from his stupor and slowly turned his head - his mind no longer on his dream - and faced a Zoro who sat sleeping beside him.
Sanji's eyes widened and he froze.
'I fell asleep on him…'
His eyes swept over Zoro's sleeping face that was so peaceful.
'He didn't push me away?' He felt his heart beat faster, thudding erratically against his chest with every silent second.
What did it mean for Zoro to not have pushed him away? Was there a special meaning to it? Wait…did he want there to be a meaning behind it? Would it be bad if he did?

Sanji gulped, slowly scooting further from the green haired man as he stood up with the blanket, he unwrapped it from himself and placed the blanket on Zoro instead. He quietly walked to the kitchen, and slowly began to cook as quietly as he could.

Zoro woke up to a sweet aroma, his eyes falling on the blonde who danced around the kitchen, humming to himself in his pink doskoi panda apron. He had never seen this side of Sanji before, he'd always seen him in this pink apron and always thought he was somewhat of a, politely putting it, doofus but right now it was kinda adorable. He looked at the entrance, hoping no one would come in yet. He got up from the sofa and travelled to the kitchen, leaning on the door frame.

"Morning cook..."
Sanji looked at him with his bright blue eyes and smiled. "Morning Marimo!"
Zoro couldn't help but smile at the once irritating nickname that he now knew had become an attachment.
"You're up early, did you have a nice sleep?"
"Yeah, what about you?"

Sanji only nodded, thinking about having used Zoro as a pillow.
"Want an early breakfast before everyone comes down?" Sanji asked the marimo who's eyes lit up suddenly at the mention of it.
An early breakfast? That meant he didn't have to eat around Luffy and be forced to protect and fight for his food or just have it stolen from him and he liked the sound of being able to actually eat so, he nodded his head eagerly, maybe too eagerly.

Sanji chuckled, placing some pancakes on a plate, and placing it at front of Zoro who had dived to a chair as fast as lightening. He gave him some more pancakes whilst placing some toast, and a few bacon and fried eggs on another plate. Sanji then came back with a small bowl of rice and a few slices of fish before pouring Zoro a glass of water and a cup of green tea.
Zoro stared delightfully at the food, drool escaping his mouth. He had always been late to breakfast and most of the time it was already gone and he'd only just have a few things that had been left over, if any really.
"Thanks for the food!" Zoro grinned as he spoke loudly, digging into his breakfast.

It wasn't long before Zoro was finished and was full. Burping in satisfaction of the delicious food he had chowed down on, and then, in that moment, everyone piled in for their breakfast. Sanji filled up the plates on the table for everyone else as they all sat down nosily in their chosen seats, watching as the Marimo ran away, waving behind him to gesture his goodbye and his thank you.
"Zoro! Are you not eating!?" Ussop called after him ignoring the wave the swordsman had done.
"I'll have his share!" Luffy shouted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"He's already eaten." Sanji answered them, smiling kindly at them all as he poured their drinks.
"That's unusual..." Robin mumbled to herself, eyeing the blonde up and down. Nami had also stared after the green haired man, her eyes on the door. Something was going on.

No one else questioned it but instead continued with their breakfast that was now at front of them. Everyone laughed and chewed on their food, protecting it from a certain hungry captain who only wanted more after having finished his own plate.
The breakfast came to an end and everyone calm down from laughter and arguments. Nami coughed slightly to gain attention, hinting that she wanted to speak, ideally, she had wanted Zoro to be here too but surprisingly he had been quite an early bird today. Highly suspicious.

"The plans have changed, so instead of departing tomorrow like we planned, we'll be staying a few days or longer until Sanji's memories come back to him. So let's take this as like a little holiday."
"Like a holiday?" Ussop asked "Does that mean we can sleep in a hotel?!" The thought of comfy beds, not that they were complaining about their hammocks, were making them excited, it had been so long since they could stretch in a bed without having a limb or two hanging out of it.
"Yeah yeah!" Chopper and Luffy joined in with Ussop, chanting about comfy beds.

Nami sighed. "With your own money, sure." Like hell was she paying for them, bloody idiots.
"Awww!" They whined sadly, all glaring at Nami.
"Stingy" Luffy pouted, the only one out of the three to insult the orange haired navigator. Robin, Franky and Brooke chuckled at their antics, quite amused by it all.
Luffy turned to Nami once more totally forgetting about how stingy she was.
"Can we eat at some local restaurants?" He clasped his hands together. "All you can eat!"
Nami glared once more at Luffy but was stopped from saying anything as the quiet cook finally spoke up.

Upon hearing Luffy mention 'restaurant', he had remembered his dream about starting one with an old man, possibly the man in that picture. Zoro had also mentioned that that's where they all met him.
"Speaking of restaurants…could you guys tell me about the the floating restaurant you met me at?" Sanji asked, looking hopeful at them. They, after all, had meet him at the restaurant and hopefully had some answers that could clear a few things up for the blonde and his curiousity.

No one spoke up other than Luffy who grinned ear to ear upon hearing the question from the blonde, completely forgetting about food he answered Sanji.
"The 'Baratie' is this huge popular floating restaurant on the sea with fighting cooks for both marines and pirates! The food is delicious there, especially when you were working there. You were really kind, giving food to those who were hungry because you knew the pain of starvation!"
Sanji frowned slightly, so Luffy knew his past, well he didn't need to ask if that was true or not now, he knew his answer.
"Oh and Zeff! He's the head chef and is like your old man. He's really mean, kept hitting me on the head with his peg leg! Oh and he wore this massive hat!"
Luffy stretched his arms above his head to indicate how big the hat was.

"I was forced to work there by him since I made a massive hole in the roof, it was an accident though!" Luffy whined slightly at the thought but then chuckled.
"But that didn't matter 'cause later some bad dude came and tried to take the ship and a whole fight occurred until we all won!"
Sanji grinned, listening as Luffy talked about it all.
"But before we won, you were getting quite beaten up, especially when Zeff was being held hostage and like Gin, this dude you gave food to was going to kill you but because you had been nice to him, he saved you."

Images flashed in Sanji's mind as Luffy described everything. All the times he had been told off by Zeff, all the kicks and hits. The praises and the insults. It was coming back to him slowly, little by little, but as they say patience is a virtue.
The one image that flashed in his mind, had been of Zoro being slashed across the chest. It was more vivid than every other memory that flashed in his mind. Sanji didn't know why but he felt mad.

Once everyone had left and he had cleaned the kitchen, he went for a Marimo hunt on the deck and oh how lucky he was. It was sleeping in a corner of a deck ever so peacefully.
Sanji stared down at the marimo, a sad look in his eyes.
So…was there really a scar beneath that shirt? Had Zoro actually nearly died when they first met?
He crouched down by the man. "Oi, Zoro…" The man didn't respond.
"Zoro? Marimo!" He poked at him and as the seconds ticked by and snoring increased, Sanji was getting irritated. He really did sleep like a rock, why was he even asleep!?

The thought of kicking the marimo popped into his head, maybe it was the only way to actually wake the heavy sleeper, so, he stood up and raised his leg. The marimo had forced him to do this, this wasn't his fault.
He brought his leg down, raising an eyebrow as Zoro dodged it.
"The hell are you doing curly brows?!" Zoro looked at the hole in the deck, right where his chest had been.
"Restarting your heart, you weren't waking up so I thought you were dead."
"Don't say that with a calm look! I would have died from that kick!"
Sanji frowned, this wasn't what he was here for, he didn't want an argument. He wanted to know if…know if that had been real…
"Take off your shirt…"
Zoro glared at Sanji. What had gotten into the blonde. He'd do something 'Sanji' like then do something 'new Sanji' like. This was certainly a 'new sanji' thing.
"I have a scar if you're wondering that."
"How?"
"I mentioned before that I lost a fight at the Baratie when we all first met you."
"No, I mean, how? How could you do that? You were prepared to die…"
Zoro realised then that Sanji had recalled that event a lot more than he had told it.
"It's in the past Sanji."
"But…" Sanji wanted to continue but Zoro stopped him with a stern look.
"I'm alive." He stared right into the blondes eyes. "That's all that matters."

Sanji shut his opened mouth and sighed. He turned and walked away from the other man who felt quite puzzled by the whole event. The blonde had acted completely weird and…almost hurt by the memory.

In Sanji's mind, his dream and the image of Zoro ran though it like a movie. Zoro had been so prepared to die yet had he not thought about the feeling of others, the ones he would have left and abandoned…?
If Zoro had died then, Sanji wouldn't have gotten to know the green haired swordsman, they wouldn't have been together as much as they were now and this thought hurt Sanji. He tried to imagine a world with out Zoro but it was impossible, especially when everything in his mind was of the man.

Zoro hesitated to see the blonde at all for the rest of the day, but he wanted to talk to him again so instead he would walk past the kitchen and glance through the window before running off. Each of those times, Sanji was either cooking or cleaning, or counting inventory each time.
So as Zoro was just about to glance another time and run away, he stopped and stared instead. There was Sanji, doing something different. He was sitting at the counter looking at some photos. Photos? Oh that's right, Sanji mentioned something about photos, and Zoro was curious about it. He titled his head slightly and pressed his face onto the glass, hoping that his position was enough to see a glance of the photo.

"Swordsman-san, what are you doing?"
Zoro jumped back immediately, his expression of terror as he tried to calm himself down and play it cool.
"I was checking if Shitty cook was in there so I could sneak some sake."
"Oh?" Robin looked through the window. "He's in plain sight. Although, if you asked I think cook-san would give it anyway."
Zoro tsked. "I'll just get some later."
"Oh yes, you have watch tonight don't you Swordsman-san"
Zoro nodded walking away from the archaeologist.

Zoro waited in his seat at the table as everyone piled out of the room and the plates were collected by Sanji for the sink so he could wash it up. The swordsman stood up and walked over, grabbing a towel as he did.
"I'll help you dry the dishes."
Sanji looked at him and smiled. "Thank you."
"No problem. Cook, is it alright if I can have some snacks tonight since I'm on watch duty?"

"You've got watch tonight?" Sanji asked Zoro as he washed the plates from dinner, handing one to Zoro each time. That's right, someone had mentioned to him that they took watch every night, each person having a certain time and day.
Zoro grabbed the plate and dried it. "Yes, so could I have some snacks?"
"Sure, what would you like?" Sanji asked once more, passing him another plate.
"Some onigiri"
Sanji nodded, making a mental note for the request.
"Anything else?"
Zoro remained silent, contemplating his answer, of course there was something else.
"No."
He noticed Sanji nodding in the corner of his eye.

The plates were all washed and dried, and Zoro had left Sanji alone and in the comfort of his kitchen. He smoothed out the table cloth, getting rid of any winkles before inspecting the kitchen side. Everything was clean and spotless, it's a shame he now had to mess it up again. Sanji took out some rice and poured it into a pan, washing it three times in cold water, before measuring the correct amount. He placed it on the stove and left it to cook whilst he prepared varies fillings.

Sanji finished the last onigiri and placed it on a plate with the rest of them. He lifted up the plate and begun to walk out of the kitchen but paused in his steps, he scuttled backwards and quickly grabbed something before rushing out of the kitchen as if making up for the lost time for having forgotten something. The blonde man climbed up to the watch tower and knocked before entering, smiling at Zoro as he held the plate and bottle of sake.

The green haired man placed down his weights and grinned at the other, his eyes travelling to the item in the blondes hand, his grin spreading even wider. He hadn't even asked for it but the blonde had brought it anyway, it made his chest flutter to know the blonde had been thinking about him.
Sanji made his way over to Zoro and placed down the items.

"Thanks cook" The grin stayed on Zoro's face as he picked up the bottle of sake. He looked back to the cook and smirked, "I see you forgot to take off your apron."
Sanji quickly looked down and raised his eyebrow. He had been wearing it all day that he must of actually forgotten about it.
"I was just going to give you your snacks and go back to the kitchen, I'm not done cleaning yet. Enjoy your meal, stupid marimo."

Sanji turned to walk away but Zoro spoke, stopping him from going further.
"Why don't you stay for a bit. A drinking partner's always nice to have."
The cook stayed still for a moment, considering why the green haired man had offered him to stay, Zoro enjoyed his company? His heart fluttered…No no…he thought back to the bottle of sake, it must be because of that.
He turned slowly, just enough to glance at the other.
"If you get drunk, I refuse to help you" Sanji glared.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that." Mentally adding in his mind that it would probably be his job if Sanji drank too much.
Never the less, he vanquished the thought from his mind and opened the bottle in his hands, taking a sip before passing it to Sanji who hesitated about being Zoro's drinking partner but in the end he grabbed it and took a sip as well whilst sitting down beside him.

Not forgetting the food, Zoro grabbed an onigiri as Sanji drank some more. Sanji held the bottle to his closed lips, letting the sake rest on his lips, giving the impression he was drinking whilst he watched Zoro in the corner of his eye. He wanted to watch the mans expression without the other knowing that he was.

Zoro took a bite of an onigiri, and to his surprise, he tasted a filling inside it. He watched with amusement as each time Zoro ate one, he realised there was different filling. The look upon the green haired man's face was almost adorable and childlike, and it made him want to laugh, he was trying to hold the laughter in whilst he "drank" but suddenly his mouth opened in silent laughter, letting the drink gush into his mouth. Sanji quickly took the bottle away from him, coughing.

Zoro burst into laughter at the blonde's stupidness his laughter dying down as he noticed how the blonde was soaked…
"che, wasting the sake I see…never took you as a klutz…" Zoro mumbled almost in disappointment but at the same time, why was the sight of Sanji soaked choking him. Was it getting hot in here?
"Shut it Marimo…" Sanji hissed, wiping it all away with his apron, he was blushing furiously from embarrassment. Zoro did as Sanji said, biting at another onigiri as he looked away.
"Shit…I'm all sticky now…" Sanji whined quietly.
Zoro choked on his mouthful, coughing it out.
"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing…" Zoro quickly changed the conversation, "Oi cook, this morning you said something about photos?" Zoro asked remembering the early hours of the morning and having seen Sanji looking at them earlier today; it had him curious.
"Ah!" Sanji shouted and panicked as he reached into his apron, pulling out a familiar book. The blonde sighed in relief to see the book had not been destroyed by the drink.

"This book that you said is mine, it had some photos in it. I thought you knew since you knew about the book as well."
Zoro shook his head but didn't say anything, so Sanji questioned it.
"So, how did you know I had this book?"
"I might have seen you scribbling in it a couple of times. Is there any pictures of the crew?"

Sanji nodded, handing the book over to Zoro "Here have a look."
Zoro took the book gently, being ever so careful as he opened it to see the pictures at the front, all of Sanji at different ages.
"Heh, so thats how you looked as a kid…" He was staring at the image of Sanji with the blonde haired man.
Sanji answered back to Zoro as he took off his apron. "I assume he's Zeff and yes, I think that's me"
"You think? It is you dumb ass, the curly eyebrows give it away."
Sanji pushed at Zoro's head in a playful manner as the other laughed. Holding the picture up, he grinned at it.
"Look at how tiny you were! You look like a bloody girl!"
"I did not!" Sanji shouted at Zoro, lifting his foot to poke at Zoro's head who continued to laugh.

After a few hours of laughing and talking, Robin strolled in to the sight of the two poking at each other whilst reading a book.
"This is kinda like a diary shit cook…" Zoro poked Sanji in the arm.
"So? I'm happy I made something like this" Sanji poked Zoro in the head.

"Only girls keep diaries" Zoro poked him with two fingers, adding to the power.
"Mines a journal with a couple of notes on my day and recipes." Sanji poked him with three in the side of his head.

Robin coughed lightly and the two looked up quickly to the woman.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?"
"N-not at all!" Sanji quickly said standing up abruptly. "Do you want something to eat? Drink?"
"No thank you cook-san, you should rest, you too swordsman-san, I shall start my night watch now."
"Are you sure Robin?" Sanji asked once more as Zoro stood up, nodding to Robin as an acceptance that she was taking over for him.
"Yes I am sure, Cook-san. Thank you both for your hard work." She smiled at them as they left and continued to smile. It was nice that swordsman-san and cook-san was getting on well, rather well actually and Robin had to say, she was almost definitely certain that there was something going on between the pair.

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