Sanji and Zoro: Sisters in Love

Zoros' head ached and he was instinctively aware that his hands were chained to the wall. These were the things he knew before opening his eyes into the land of consciousness.

He opened his eyes and noticed to his surprise a very beautiful woman with shoulder length blonde hair leaning against him slightly. Her chest pulled the blue-stripped button down taut and the first two buttons were already undone to try to lessen the effect. The mysterious woman leaned in close, not yet aware of his awaking, awkwardly pushing said chest into the "sleeping" mans shoulder in order to better reach his forehead with a damp cloth.
A large gash on his forehead was the target, he realized as pain shot through his head even at the gentle administrations. Still the closeness of this soft beautiful woman and her enticing, if not familiar sent, caused him to blush regardless. He closed his eyes again, just for another moment, he decided.

The nimble and petite hands drew away slowly and the woman backed up to confirm her suspicions. She placed a soft hand on his forehead.

"A fever? This is worse than I thought. Hmm. But he must be starting to come around, I felt him tense up." the feminine voice chatted with herself. Zoro took this opportunity to fake waking up. A few groans and the slow opening of his eyes. He could tell his voice sounded a little funny but chalked it up to the obvious head injury.
The blonde let out a sigh and sat across from him casually leaning against the wall, as if it were the most perfectly natural thing to do. Zoro noticed that they seemed to be in some small cave/make-shift cell. His swords obviously missing from the cell as well as a certain ships cook.

"Did you have pleasant dreams?" the blonde asked in a very mellow tone.

"Not really."

"That's too bad. When they knocked you unconscious, your head hit a rock. You've been unconscious for at least a day and a half."

"Really? Well I am lucky you are here to have looked after me. Thank you." The blonde gave a startled expression at his thanks and slowly smiled at him.

"Well, you're welcome. No way a little fall was going to kill you though." The swordsman frowned for a second as a face from his childhood is called to the front of his mind.

"Yeah, a fall shouldn't kill a good fighter." The blonde cocked her head inquisitively.

"What's with the face? Now that you're awake we can get make some plans to get out of here."

"That reminds me, you haven't seen my friend by any chance have you? He might have escaped or been brought in with me." The blonde was giving him a look that said she thought Zoro was a total moron. Then put on a dark suit jacket with gold buttons.

"Was he tall and thin? With blond hair?"

"Yes."

"Did he wear a blue shirt with a dark suit?"

"Yes, Yes." The woman takes out a cigarette from her pocket and lights it.

"And did he smoke?"

"Yes! Have you seen him?" The blonde looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world.

"So in other words, exactly like me?" Zorro blinked at the question and studied the girl more closely; indeed she bore a good resemblance to the love cook, Sanji.

"Yes, but a guy, and with a weird curly eyebrow."

"The curly eyebrow is passed down in my family through men." She said after a long exhale of the smoke. The look of understanding began to spread on Zoros’ face, and the blonde rolled her eyes as if to say "about time, idiot."
"I get it now. So you're Sanjis' Sister…" The suited blonde fell over and then clenched her fists in frustration. The idiot still didn’t get it.Suddenly a mischievous smile appeared on her face. Obviously the swordsman wasn't aware that he too was a woman or he'd have figured it out by now.

"Yes, I am Sanjis' sister." She cooed getting in close. "You know him? I came to seek out a partner on his boat, a swordsman. The way big brother describes him, he sounds so handsome. Are you Zoro?" The swordsmans mind reeled. Sanjis’ sister was hitting on him! What would be better? To react strongly or take it a step at a time. The chef would probably kick his head in later but it was his own fault for not fessing up that he had such a sexy sibling. In a way…this was too perfect. He had often thought the prissy cook would make a good woman…and here she was.

Still he was a bit nervous before making a move. While he liked a girl who wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, if he wasn’t the one to initiate it he felt like he couldn’t trust them. Still if it was Sanjis’ sister, her love prone behavior could easily be explained away. He felt like he was becoming a little excited, the perfect breasts in front of him suddenly seeming so much more in reach, but for some reason it totally didn't feel the way it normally did.

"I am." Zoro began as the woman leaned forward putting her head against his breasts. His breasts?! A quick self-inventory was made and he gaped at the realization. "A woman!!" The blonde extracted herself from the close proximity of beautiful green haired woman, knowing full well what was coming next. "Then that means! SANJI!!"
"I can't believe how long that took you! Sorry for that little joke there, couldn't resist!" He smirked, glad for the first time in the last few days that Zoros’ hands were chained and with swords nowhere to be found.
"Asshole! You are so dead when I get free!" Zoro growled in a the smoky feminine tones he came to realize were his own. He was relieved that the anger came easily enough, replacing the now uncomfortable thoughts he had been having about the cook with the pleasant violent ones that Sanji often elicited back on the Merry on a near daily basis.

"Shhh…Now now, sister Zoro, we don't want to aggravate that head injury and I think you might be coming down with a fever." The green haired woman's face went red with either fury or embarrassment or both. It took several seconds until he got back under control again.

"How did this happen?!"

"As near as I can figure, when they were chanting at us we were hit with some kind of magic."

"I don't believe in magic."

"But you believe in devils' fruit?"

"Good point. Wait. Why am I only chained to the wall?"

"You had swords, they must have thought you were more of a threat."

"They are smarter than they look." Zoro snarked back at the perfect opening.

"Don't look down on me! Let's see where that attitude takes you chained to the wall without swords, THAT by the way would be harder for you to use if you had them anyway." Zoro slumped slightly as he realized the truth of the stupid cooks words. Even if he did have his swords these new breasts would shorten his reach. A liability he'd have to think about and find away to over come, if this transformation was any where near permanent.

The depressed look on the chained womans face tugged at Sanjis’ heartstrings even if it was Zoro inside.
"Hey. As a woman though you gain speed and agility, right?" The blondes' feminine voice grumbled. Zoro brightened a bit at this and it almost made Sanji snicker to see how the swordsmans' usually well-hidden emotions came through on a girls face. He obviously hasn't gotten used to the controls yet, he surmised.

"You seem awfully calm about this being a woman thing, I would have guessed you'd be all over yourself."

"I've been getting used to it for almost two days. It is really interesting but I am kind of over it now. It's not the same when it's your own, you know? Plus I feel a little calmer in this body. I'm still attracted to you, but not in as a consuming way." Zoro nodded his understanding, but was somewhat surprised that the cook could just admit that attraction so easily. The swordsman would rather gut himself where he stood than to have the cook know he had been so attracted to him from the moment he saw her. Like the fucking princess needed her head swelled anymore.

The cooks breasts jiggled a little as Sanji leaned down to tighten her boot laces, the cleavage was close to spilling out of the jacket and Zoro could only swallow and look away. Change of topic was needed now.

“Okay then, now what?"

"We escape!" Sanji had started tapping her boot tips to the ground.

"You still have the power to do that?"

"Yeah, being a woman actually makes me stronger. Girls store most of their power in their legs and lower body. I've just been waiting for you to wake up and see if you're able to run and maybe fight."

"Yes, but I need my swords back."

"Here is what I am thinking: 1. We escape. 2. We go find Luffy and the others to help us, since these guys have magic who knows what else they can do. 3. We get your swords and hopefully our bodies back. 4. If three isn't possible we go shopping and start living our lives as our own twin sisters." Sanji finished as he extinguished his cigarette.

"You left something out."

"Really, what?"

"We still owe Luffy a beating!"

"Oh yeah! How could I forget?" They smiled at each other for a moment.

"Thanks for attempting to talk sense into Luffy back there. Sorry you ended up being flung with me."

"Not a problem. I should have known our stupid captain wouldn't understand sense. Did I tell about how Luffy started attacking me at Whiskey Peak?" Sanji shook his head. "Well I'll tell you some time when we are men again and I'm sitting in the kitchen while you make dinner. Right now, let's leave this place." Zoro held his chains against the wall and away from his body.

"Here I go!" It seemed almost surreal to Zoro as the beautiful blonde bombshell whizzed by his head and boot smash into the chain with enough force to break it apart from the wall. A few kicks later a chainless green haired beauty and suit-toting blonde stepped over their broken cell door into the sun.