Hot to Go

Hot to Go

Summary: A man falls for another, but is this just a one sided infatuation?
Disclaimer: I haven’t sailed the Grand Line, so there’s no way I could own One Piece.
Warning: None for now
Author’s Note: This is my first One Piece fic! *cheers* I think what I really want to do is a fic praising Buggy Senshou for his honor and hilarity…^w^ Of course, Buggy Senshou is so much better in Japanese…


Ame*

When Luffy cheered, Usopp cheered and when Usopp cheered, Nami cheered and when she cheered, Zoro grinned and when Zoro grinned Sanji took a drag on his cigarette.

Land was insight and no one wanted to get off the boat more than their own captain.

“Gomu gomu no Rocketto!” he shouted, reaching for the shore with his inhuman abilities. His arms snapped back and the straw hat whined. They weren’t quite close enough.

Sanji smiled at this and put out his cigarette. Once they reached land, he had his own plans to go to the market and pick up some new supplies. Despite how he’d been lying to Nami for the past few days, they were actually now really out of damn near everything. It was unfortunate as he would have loved some lemonade about now with the sun bearing down on them, but there was even any artificial lemon juice let alone actual lemons.

He sighed and turned to go back into the kitchen his eyebrow twitching as he saw Zoro talking to Nami about what they were going to do once they reached land. It’d been three days since he saw them together in his kitchen and everyday since those three days he heard them somewhere on the ship. It was disgusting and even worse, Zoro kept asking him all these ridiculous questions about women and relationships as if he had any idea.

“Why don’t you just keep having sex, that seems to be working. ” he’d snarked the other day only to be met with the man’s good humored laughter.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous. Want me to kiss it and make it all better or is the wound too deep? ” Zoro retorted.

The blond growled suddenly and whipped at the counter very furious.

That jackass. Who knew he had any sort of mouth on him…fuck yeah I’m jealous. It just ain’t right! I figured she’d get attached to Luffy or somethin’ after the Arlong shit but not Zoro…

He finished his task and leaned against the wall, glancing out the window. Usopp was fixing more gear, as usual. The young man might not be too reliable in a fight, but he was a mechanical genius. He noticed Luffy nearby, bothering the sharpshooter every few minutes or so with questions he’d never remember the answers to. It really amazed him how much patients Usopp had for Luffy.

Luffy sure is crazy…but he’s got a good heart and a clear direction…and that’s why he’s runnin’ this ship.

Nami came into the kitchen, smiling and handed Sanji a list. “Hey, can you get this stuff at the market?”

He looked it over. Very little of it was food, in fact, there were some cosmetics on the list and a few personal items. He handed the list back and shook his head.

“Why don’t you just go ashore yourself? We’re gonna be in town for at least three days.”

“No we aren’t. After what happened with Arlong and the 30,000,000 Beri bounty we’re being careful where we stay. This is a day trip at least, day and a half, then we’ll start heading for the Grandline in earnest.”

Sanji still shrugged and Nami gave him her best smile. He recognized that smile now. It was the empty promise smile. She gave it to Zoro too, only when she gave it to him, they usually wound up “dropping books”, their casual excuse for having sex that dumbass Luffy fell for every time.

“Why not Sanji? Come on!”

The blond cook was about to answer when Luffy yelled out that they’d made it to shore. Sanji excused himself and went out on deck, joining Usopp and Zoro as they prepared to anchor.

When they were all done, Luffy was the first off the boat, Usopp quickly putting away his tools in his bag and scrambling after the captain telling him to wait up. Apparently the two were going to go visit junk shops. Sanji took his sweet time going down the gang plank musing over how much everything would cost and trying to remember if Zeff had ever told him about this place. He didn’t see any signs and it wasn’t the biggest coastal city they’d ever been too, but it had enough people to hold its own.

He was just about to walk into the maze of initial dock shops when a hand came down on his shoulder.

“So, where are we going?”

He looked over and Zoro looked ahead, all seriousness.

“We?” Sanji repeated, looking incredulous.

“Nami gave me this list of stuff and if I don’t go with someone I’ll get lost…so where are we going?”

The blond shoved Zoro’s hand off his shoulder. “No where you ass, I’m going to the market! You can run your fool’s errands on your own.”

The blond walked off, trying to keep a quick pace so he could lose the samurai, but it wasn’t working. He bit down on his cigarette and scowled as Zoro continuously called his name and forced his way through the crowd to get to him.

He hated when people made a scene. He suddenly wanted to hide when Zoro caught up to him, the man’s calloused hands smacking him on the back when they met up again.

“So, let’s go get…” Zoro read the list. “Tampons? What are those?”

Sanji gritted his teeth and snatched the note away from Zoro. “You just shut up! Shut. Up!” he stormed away, Zoro after his every step as he began to peruse the shops.


Luffy listened to the shop keepers tale about a lack luster lapel pin that he claimed was worn and pawned by one of the Shichibukais.

“Really!?” he exclaimed, taking it in his hands. ‘Which one?!”

The shopkeeper scratched his head, flustered. “Ahhhh…”

Usopp saw what was going on and intervened. “He’s clearly lying to you Luffy! Why would one of those guys pawn something here!”

Luffy blinked and looked at Usopp as if he was going to agree. The shop keeper gulped, worried until Luffy opened his mouth and said.

“I’m hungry!”

The shop keep blinked and Usopp shook his head. “How about we start heading back towards the ship. It’s almost sun down anyway!”

“Maybe Sanji will have meat for us!”

“maybe –WHOA!” the sharpshooter was dragged along without another word, captive to his Captain’s whims.

Across town, Zoro looked in the bag he was holding, his face an interesting shade of pink.

“Why’d Nami send us for all this…chick shit?”

“Because you’re her whipped bitch.” Sanji held several packages and had ordered more things taken to the dock where they could be loaded more easily. The day had been fruitful up to the point they had to go into certain female stores and aquire Nami’s personal effects. While Sanji had taken it well, his nose only bleeding a total of three times, Zoro had turned an odd color and bled five times.

He wasn’t a prude or anything, but they’d gone into a lingerie store. Now that he thought about it, why had they been in that store.

Doesn’t she realize that crap is pretty much lost on this stupid samurai? Not like they could get enough privacy on the ship to even have some romantic thing…

He scowled when he realized if anything, Nami would probably ask him to prepare some sort of meal for the two of them. His scowl deepened, plodding along as Zoro walked beside him oblivious.

“Hey Sanji.”

“What.” He ground out.

“How come every time I come to talk to you, you look so damn pissed off? You wanna fight or something?”

“Fuck you Zoro. Just shut the fuck up.”

When they got to the ship, Luffy was already howling about dinner. Sanji headed the loading and then got to his job, thoughts of Nami and Zoro’s romantic interludes gnawing at the back of his mind.

Finally dinner was served. He didn’t stick around though. As everyone’d sat down, Luffy said they’d probably stay for the night and cast off in the morning and that was just fine with Sanji. He needed to get off the ship.


Nami watched Sanji disappear into the darkened city, his cigarette marking him as he faded, his suit melting into his surroundings. She sighed and Zoro appeared, leaning against the rails.

“Hey, what’s your problem?”

“Is Sanji acting weird to you?”

Zoro shrugged. “Sanji’s a jackass. That’s how cooks are. So what? Let’s go in your room.” He reached for her and she shrugged him away.

Nami stared into the dark for a long time then spoke up. “Go after him and find out what’s wrong.”

“What? Why me?”

“Just go…” She walked away, shoes clicking wood against wood as she headed for the cabin. Zoro cursed under his breath and hoped he found Sanji before a bar found him first.

****

Sanji grinned like an idiot when the buxom women slid her finger under his chin as she crooned into a microphone and sauntered away, making little stops around the room. The jazz flowed into his heart and through his soul, the wonderful view of healthy thigh doing much to improve his mood. He’d been drinking most of the night, but not exactly knocking them back. He truly had been enjoying the music and the atmosphere.

He took out a cigarette, smiling when a young waitress came to light it for him. He took a gander down her blouse and she colored, giggling. He winked and sent her away, leaning to capture the memory of her ass in his mind. Leaning back in his seat he was taken aback when he saw someone wink at him from across the room.

He was well groomed, immaculate even, with short shorn hair and tailored suit and a matching tie. Sanji raised his eyebrow and the man ate the olive out of his martini, his gaze driving through Sanji’s own.

He was disturbed to say the least but wasn’t going to leave until the singer took a break. He shifted in his seat and watched the stage, heated gaze along his neck and cheek.

Soon enough though, his drink was empty. For all his airs as a chef, he wasn’t a fancy drinker and started to reorder a rum and coke when he was served a rich amaretto instead. He looked to the waitress and she pointed to the man across the bar who seemed very interested in his napkin just now.

The blond rolled his eyes and sent it back, asking for a rum and coke.

He was served what he ordered and was enjoying it when he heard a voice in his ear, cutting through the legato lilt of the singers voice.

“Was it not to your liking?”

Sanji jumped and turned to look over his shoulder into smiling black eyes and a liquid smile.

“I’m sorry…” the man said, sitting down. “I don’t mean to surprise you I merely saw you sitting alone and –”

“Sorry jackass, I like pussy.” Sanji slapped down some bills and left, disgusted with the stranger he’d encountered and disgusted with himself for answering in such a crude way. That had also been apart of Zeff’s teachings. You didn’t get raised by a pirate and not learn your share of verbal filth.

He walked out of the bar and into dampening night air, cursing when he realized the sky was about to pour down.

“Damn my luck…”

The wind was blowing, salty and humid as he decided to head back towards the docks. In the still of night he could hear the footsteps shadowing his own and he stopped, seeing if they’d make a mistake.

They did and when they got to close, he struck out, but not fast enough. He hadn’t realized the man was so close and when he was slugged in the jar, it took him down, but not out.

He hit the uneven stones of the street and skidded a bit, knowing his shoulder would throb in the morning and before he could react the man was on him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be good for both of us…”

“Fuck!” he growled, his arms near useless in close quarter battle. He felt the man reach under his suit coat, trying to undo his pants when the man stopped and slumped forward. Sanji kicked him off, kicking him several times after just to make sure and looked up, tossing his blond hair, and looking at his rescuer.

“Zoro.”

The samurai sheathed his swords and looked down at the man, spitting on him and kicking him out of the way.

“He won’t be getting up again.”

They stared at each other in the dark Sanji taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just didn’t react quick enough.”

“You should train.”

“Shut up. Let’s get back to the ship.”

They started walking towards the docks again, Zoro’s steps quiet despite his swords. Sanji’s shoes made a soft “tep tep” as they moved along, his heel toe pattern coming down hard against the stones. The blond stopped and took a detour into and alley, Zoro about to follow until he saw that the cook was in fact relieving himself.

Sanji finished and watched Zoro guarding the alley dutifully, coming out and shaking his head.

“Nami tell ya to come looking for me?”

“Yeah…like after you left…but then I got lost and then I found this great place where if you could down twenty you didn’t have to pay.”

Sanji snorted and was about to move on when Zoro asked him again.

“Hey, you alright?”

“I told you. And it doesn’t matter no way. That jackass is dead.”

“No…I mean about…about me and Nami.”

The blond laughed then, tossing his hair as a bit of breeze came by. It was gonna rain real soon now, the sky was almost ready. He glanced up, lifting the cigarette from his mouth and blowing smoke upward.

“There ain’t no ‘You and Nami’. You’re just her errand boy. Just the muscle. She’ll get sick of you soon enough.”

Zoro placed a hand on his swords. “What are you trying to say? You want her for yourself don’t you!?”

“Who cares anymore…” Sanji walked away, tapping the last bit of ash from his cigarette before he discarded the butt in the street, quickly lighting up another. He would have kept walking his way until he was pushed into a nearby alley and slammed into a wall.

“What the fuck! Do you want her for yourself or not! If there’s gonna be a fight I want to know now! I don’t have time for your snarky bullshit!”

Sanji just started to laugh, his words in the bar echoing through his mind, a mockery of how he truly felt. He was slammed again and again, his laughs stuttering as Zoro’s temper rose.

Thunder cracked and that was it. The sky opened up and poured down, effectively soaking both of them in a matter of minutes.

Zoro wasn’t done. He wanted answers but Sanji was tired of this. His back hurt so he kneed Zoro in the gut and kicked him against the opposite wall, laughing.

Swords came out, of course and Sanji just stood there as the tip danced right at his neck. He really couldn’t care less right now. A man had tried to pick him up tonight, rape him tonight. What did that mean? What had it meant over the years, the jokes and name calling on the Baratie, Zeff telling him that getting him a whore for his sixteenth birthday wouldn’t do any good?

He knew, but it was wrong to admit maybe. Sick even. He stared down the length of that sword, eyes grazing over muscle and suntanned flesh into narrowed green eyes, just as sharp as anything he’d ever sliced a fillet with.

“Make a move Lovecook.”

And the rain poured down, more and more like a curtain.

Sanji held his head up, still looking Zoro in the eyes. “Make your move…crap samurai.”


Luffy watched out of the cabin window, staring out in the direction of the town. “Hmmm…”

“What?” Usopp inquired, reading.

“I dunno. Wish I had some meat…”

“Oh Luffy….”


Sanji briefly realized he must look like crap with his hair all wet like this. He knew if he didn’t brush it correctly, it’d get frizzy and weird, or worse, poofy. He hadn’t moved in what seemed like forever so he just withdrew against the wall, Zoro following,. His sword blade across his neck.

“Answer me. Is there gonna be a fight!?”

Sanji shrugged. “Who cares? I don’t like Nami anyway.”

Zoro lowered his sword, stepping back to put it away properly. “Damn it Sanji…why the fuck does everything have to be so hard with –”

The green haired man stopped. Sanji was laughing. With the rain on his face it was as if he was crying all the same. The blond laughed, his head down, his cigarette soaked.

“Sanji?” He drew in closer and the cook kept laughing. “Damn it Sanji!” He punched the wall next the youth’s face and he looked up, blue piercing green blue pleading green.

“There is gonna be a fight! I’m gonna kick Nami’s ass when she steps all over your heart!”

“What?” this close he could see it, Sanji was crying. “What? Sanji what?”

“You stupid samurai!” He pulled him close and pressed their lips together, forcing him back and rushing off into the rain.

Zoro stood there, rivulets running down his face staring at the wall.

Stupid…samurai…?

He left the alley and headed towards the ship that loomed in the darkness, highlighted occasionally by the lightning that’d just started to reveal itself.

It was time to get out of the rain.

****
*Hanasu- to talk, Miru- to see, Ame - rain
*Oh my goodness! What’s Zoro gonna do!? He’d better not be an oblivious jackass! Grrr!
*-hits self- Giggles- I’m the writer silly, of course he’s not gonna do that….OR WILL HE?!
*Schwarzwald loves Buggy Senshou!