Sanji and Zoro: Sisters in Love

"So if we're stuck like this, what should I call you?" Sanji asked as the now feminine form of his ran a few steps ahead.

"Eh?" The newly feminine swordsman grunted in reply.

"A girl named Zoro would be weird." Sanji explained in the soft but cool voice that Zoro was quickly becoming accustomed to.

"It won't come to that! Besides now is not the time to discuss it!" Zoro shouted back as they leaped over a large ravine mere moments before a small group of tribesman did the same.

"Hey, they're close because of you, dumb-ass! Picking through that pile of rusted metal made too much of a racket!"

"Che, and leave you to fight all alone?" Zoro grunted back, fingering his new acquisitions. He hadn't been able to find his swords, not that his feminine body could use them as well as these new lighter and longer swords, but the history of those blades were precious and he would get them back!

Although, it wasn't like they had done any fighting. Just running. For hours these guys had followed them. How he longed to unsheathe his new blades and try out the solution for the reach problem he had been mulling over. Still if they could turn him into a woman, what else they were capable of he wasn't sure and they didn't deserve death. Not yet, anyway.

Sanji looked back and glared coldly at Zoro, only to have it turned into a smirk. The shoulder length green curls around that petite face, the same face that had such a badass attitude, it was all he could do not to snicker.
"Fine, but we might have to consider coming up with a story if we get to town before we find the others. I mean."
A movement in the jungle behind Zoro grabbed Sanjis’ attention. His eyes widened and he slowed for a split second allowing the alluring Zoro to catch up; then with a hard shove pushed him to the ground. A dart whizzed by the spot Zoro had just been. The swordsman watched the blonde be repelled back a few steps off the trail and into a thorny and strangely exotic looking plant to avoid being hit himself.

In no time the tribesman were upon them. Zoro dusted the dirt off and drew the new swords.

"I just realized I'm tired of running."

Several of the tribesman grinned at each other, obviously an easy catch. Zoro just smiled and he went into formation.

"I also realized, not one of you is chanting and you have a lot of misery to answer for!"

/After several slashes and startled screams later/

Sanji opened his eyes, feeling a little drained and woozy. The green- haired vision that was unfortunately the rude swordsman was sheathing his swords and spitting in the general direction of the pile of bodies that lay a few feet away. Zoro caught Sanjis’ look and came over.

"Just what are you looking at?"

Sanji huffed as he took the hand Zoro offered him. He just couldn't get used to this girl Zoro. He had to at least have a new name to call him or he'd be tempted to laugh out loud every time. Plus it would be a relief to his brain to think of a girls name when thinking the odd comment like how sweet her smile was, ECT.

"You look like a Nora to me." The blonde decided. There. Until they changed back this female Zoro would be Nora to him.

"And what does that make you?"

"Sophie, I think."

"Pft...the name fits."

"Of course it does! Sophie sounds so sophisticated and…"

"Stuck up?" Offered Zoro instinctively at the opening. Sanji glared debating what biting retort to offer when movement from the pile of bodies caught his eye.

"Best be on our way, big sister Nora." Sanji commented, holding back a snicker as his green haired beauty grunted unbecomingly in response.

An hour later it started to become clear to Zoro that something was wrong with the cook. The two crewmates were never big talkers but during this particular adventure communication had been easier and Zoro had become accustomed to the chitchat. After the swordsman's little work out, they had discussed going to town first before trying to find the "Going Merry". There hadn't been any argument on this point since both needed food, water, rest, and a few bandages.

That led to how they should act in town. They would behave as themselves, even if they were in girls' bodies for the time being but address each other and themselves by their girl names. If anyone asked they were sisters traveling to break a spell. Simple. As the talking progressed, though, Sanji had been slowing his pace. He hadn't said why and Zoro hadn't asked. But an hour later, the edge of the jungle giving way to the soft city lights in front of them, Sanji looked exhausted. No, he looked like he was going to pass out.

"Hey! What's going on?" Zoro asked as he clamped a hand on Sanjis shoulder to steady her.

"I'm…not…sure." The blonde replied before going slack falling to the ground. Zoro quickly tried to regain his grip, to keep his friend up but only succeeded after making several buttons pop off the blue shirt. Zoro blushed fiercely as he pulled his friends shirt closed and buttoned the dark jacket (that the cook had shed while running) back over it. No wonder he took it off! Sanji was burning up. Zoro debated taking the hot jacket off again but decided it couldn't hurt for the short time it'd take for him to find a doctor in town. Plus if the cook woke up partially exposed, fever or not, he would undoubtedly strain himself to try to injure the swordsman.
Although to get a better look at that chest…would almost be worth it, was a thought that followed into Zoros’ brain. He growled at his own stupid libido to shut the hell up when they had bigger problems.

Zoro pulled Sanji over his shoulder and pushed the branches aside to make room as he stepped into the city street.