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Ch. 7: Beaten to the Punch

Something smelled really good.

Stupid woman…wake up...

Delicious in fact. If Hancock's eye lids were willing to cooperate, she would have liked to open them to see what smelled so good.

Stupid wooooman~…

It was probably fish. Yes, that was what it was. Maybe Luffy had brought her some fish to eat…

Stupid. Woman.

What was this annoying sound…

STUPID WOM-

Hancock sat up with a start, her head smashing into Zoro's jaw. He flew backwards a few feet and cursed the day, pounding his fists into the surrounding sand. Hancock ignored him and whimpered, bringing a hand to her own head.

"Goddamn spaz woman…" He murmured, pushing himself up to a standing position and glaring down at her. "Why do I always have to put up with this shit…"

"What are you muttering to yourself over there, creepy swordsman," Hancock sneered, flinging a handful of sand at his leg. "If you keep talking to yourself someone might think you're not right in the head."

"At least there'd be speculation where I'm concerned," He started, walking casually back over to the fire he'd built. "You're already a fucking lunatic. Anything you do now is just reinforcement."

She reached for a shoe to throw and came up empty. Glaring at her feet like they were to blame, she buried them in the sand and growled through her teeth. Her eyes wandered over to his stupid self. At least he had pants on now.

"Here." She was startled from her observation of him by his voice, speaking an invitation to take the fish he held in his hands. "Eat this." The look in his eye wasn't particularly kind, but she was surprised he was offering in the first place. She attempted to get up from the ground and walk over to him, but found she was shaky in doing so. She nearly collapsed again when she finally stood up straight. He didn't rush over, but held out an arm for her to steady herself.

"That's what you get for not eating anything and then freaking out all the time."

He shoved the food in her hand and left her to take care of herself. She glared after him and plopped back in the sand, the fish warming her hands. When he got back over to the fire, he turned to see how she was progressing. A vein popped out on his forehead when he noticed that, after a few minutes of watching her just sit there, she hadn't even attempted to eat.

"Oi. Are you stupid or something? If you don't eat, your blood sugar…"

He let his statement trail off. Her eyes had glazed over and it didn't look like she was listening anyway.

The things I do for…who the hell am I doing this for, anyway…

He stalked over to where she sat and plopped down next to her, grabbing the fish from her hand. She simply stared at him.

"This, here? This is how you eat," he said in a sarcastic tone, slowly putting a small piece in his own mouth. "Now you try."

She apparently still had enough strength to slap him. He held a hand to the red mark on his cheek, trying to contain his rage.

"Get away from me," Hancock hissed, snatching the fish back from him but making no move to eat it. Zoro ignored her.

"Eat the goddamn fish before I shove it down your throat," he commanded. He had gotten these fish for the stupid cook in the first place. Letting this woman waste any of his precious ingredients would be unacceptable. At least if Zoro wanted to get through their time on this island without excessive bitching.

"I said go away," she yelled, turning her back so she was facing out to the sea. She was too tired to punch him now.

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to walk by yourself," he said bluntly. "I'll have to carry you."

"I don't need you."

"Fine."

He stood up and walked once more to the fire, taking a stick and biting some of the meat on it. He glanced over at her. She had taken a piece of fish and was holding it between two fingers, staring at it longingly. Her hands were shaking. Realization crept into his brain: She was too weak to feed herself.

OH for the LOVE of…

He threw the stick to the side in frustration, muttering more curses to himself. She watched him stalk back over to her, then plop down so they were face to face. Before she could protest, he had the fish in his hands, and had shoved a piece into her mouth for her.

"Chew," he said dangerously, daring her to do anything else. She spit the fish in his face and gagged.

"Your fingers touched that. As if I would-"

She was cut off by her own speechlessness as she stared into the eyes of satan himself. The pure, unadulterated murderous intent oozing from Roronoa Zoro was beyond overwhelming. Even as an empress, even as one of the seven warlords…for a fleeting moment, she thought he might really kill her.

He lifted one hand to wipe the fish shrapnel from his face. Then without a word of warning, he took her into his arms with neither care nor gentleness, and marched with intent back to the fire.

"LET ME DOWN YOU BRUTE."

"Shut up."

She hesitated before saying anything more, he had said it with such intensity. He didn't bother looking at her, just stared straight ahead with that furrowed brow.

This man…he doesn't even possess the King's Haki...

Before she could process what was happening, he had dumped her ass back on the ground and set her against a rock.

"Don't move," he ordered. She did as she was told, more because she lacked strength than because of her desire to listen to him. He came back to her with a different piece of fish and unceremoniously positioned himself in her lap. She narrowed her eyes to slits.

"What is this. You actually dare to put your disgusting personage in my line of vision? Get off of me, impudent-"

"Last chance. Eat." He shoved the kabob under her nose and sighed exasperatedly when she refused. Her upturned nose was beginning to be his least favorite sight on the planet.

"Fine," he said cooly. "You asked for it."

She opened her eyes and blinked in confusion, seeing him bite down on the fish himself. He set the rest of it next to them and pressed his palms to the rock's surface, leaning in so that his face was inches from hers.

"W-what are you…" Her voice trailed off gazing into his eye. He smirked, cheek bulged a bit from the food.

"Feeding you," he muttered, as if it were obvious. He brought one of his hands to her face, brushing his thumb across her lower lip and pushing down to create an opening. Slowly, slowly, he lowered his face to hers.

Hancock prepared herself, completely at a loss. She knew she should punch him, but she wasn't willing to put in the effort. It was like she was frozen under his scrutiny. Her eyes shut tight when she felt his hot breath on her lips, a strange anticipation taking over.

There was a thick moment of tension before she finally felt the fish being shoved in. Her eyes flew open to see him remove his finger from her mouth for the second time. She blushed furiously when she realized she had been tricked. He threw his head back and laughed.

"There's no way in hell I'm carrying you any more than I have to. Consider eating a small price to pay."

"Shut up, stupid swordsman," Hancock muttered through her chewing, attempting to push him off of her.

"Just sit tight." Zoro got off and walked over to a smaller rock where his tank top had been drying. He pulled it on. "That old lady asked me to talk with you about something."

Stupid Nyon. Butting into things that aren't hers to be concerned about...

"She said you'd do something for me because I've had to save you so many times."

Hancock didn't bother hiding her annoyance.

"Yes? And what would you have me do," she asked. "Sleep with you, perhaps? How original. Maybe promise to be your eternal love slave?"

Zoro's eye twitched. "As if I'd want that. You'd first have to become desirable."

Hancock threw the stick he'd discarded earlier at his head. He dodged and glared at her.

"I am the most beautiful woman in the world," she said matter-of-factly. "Any man would give the world to be able to have that choice." Correction: Any man but the one she wanted. Her self esteem plummeted at having to admit that to herself. Zoro noticed the negative vibes emanating from her, but decided to ignore them.

"So you're saying you'd sleep with me if I asked you to?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. "So don't think anything of it."

"I wasn't," he said, chuckling.

"Then you must have something else in mind," she prodded. "You do have that enormous debt to pay your navigator. Now would be the opportune time to ask me to let you be my servant."

"AS IF I'D ASK FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT," he bellowed. She frowned, then shrugged.

"Fine. I suppose if it's money you want-"

"I don't want your money," he said simply.

"Then spit it out. My skin will blister in this heat. We should head back to Luff- er…the palace," she said.

"In that case, I'll come out with it," he started, crossing his arms and giving her a serious look. "I need you…to give me a nosebleed," he said cautiously.

Nami didn't know whether to laugh or not. She didn't know what was what anymore. Everything was just…out the window.

At first, she had known what to do. This was routine for her and Robin. But to attack the unsuspecting Margaret-chan was too much. Fists at the ready and Robin half way through her Seis Fleur chant, they were both stopped dead in their tracks by two things.

The first being the fact that they were too late in their damage control. Sanji was normally harmless, merely using himself as a tool to please the women in any way he (or they) saw fit. Instead, this time he had almost done the opposite. They hadn't expected the cheek-to-breast stunt, and had prepared accordingly with the usual response. But instead of giving them that pause for effect, he'd smashed his lips so dramatically into hers that Nami had only thought to admire how thorough he was in technique. And, since his neck hadn't been twisted yet, she could assume Robin was thinking something similar. Had they ever seen Sanji actually kiss a girl? Where did the smoke and mirrors end?

The second thing, was that somewhere between Sanji's public display of affection and everyone else's shock at what had just happened, Margaret had flipped Sanji onto his back and put a dagger to his throat.

"Don't move," she'd said in a low, chilling voice. And maybe it wasn't just Sanji. Nobody wanted to move. Hell, Nami looked at the slits that used to be Margaret's big, innocent eyes and didn't feel like breathing anymore.

"M-Margaret-chan," Robin tried to say soothingly, "Cook-san didn't mean any harm. That was merely his way of greeting you."

Maragret slowly came out of huntress mode and removed the knife from Sanji's throat. His cigarette sat a few feet away, smoke curling from the tip.

"He tasted funny," she murmured. "I thought he was poisoning me."

There was a long, awkward silence. Sanji blinked from his place on the floor, still unsure of how he should collect himself after such an unexpected reaction. He blushed at her comment, alluding to his smoking habit being something undesirable. He frowned at the ceiling, hearing someone's distinct snickering from over by the door.

Usopp, I'll kill you...

Usopp didn't seem to care that Sanji's death glare was now being directed at him. Slowly, and with less reserve the further on down the line they got, the other guys joined him as his laughter went from restrained, to uproarious.

"OI! SANJI!"

The laughter was cut short by a sudden cry from across the hall. Luffy stood on top of the table where he'd been sitting, glaring at everyone through the veil of noodles sticking to his hat. He took slow deliberate steps over the other tables to get to where everyone had crowded around his cook.

"What the hell are you playing at," he said in a low voice, eyes hard from underneath the hat's brim. He pushed the shirt sleeve of his punching arm up to his bicep. Sanji stood up and dusted himself off, giving his captain an annoyed look.

"Nothing you'd understand, shitty rubber man," he replied, digging in his pockets for a pack of smokes. Luffy's eyes widened and without hesitation, he grabbed Sanji by his shirt collar and pulled him down so they were at eye level with each other.

"Nothing I'd understand, huh," he said gruffly.

The rest of the crew started to catch on to what was going on. Nami's lips curled into a smile.

Of COURSE! Why didn't I think of this before? Of course Luffy'd get jealous! This is so perfect.

She glanced over at Robin, who acknowledged that she was thinking the same thing with a sly smile. They both looked over at Margaret, who was looking on confusedly at the potentially violent scene. Everyone else watched with interest. What would Luffy do now? Was he going to kick Sanji's ass? Was it wrong to kind of hope so?

Beat him good, Mugiwara, Franky silently encouraged, flashing a thousand watt smile and resisting the urge to pose.

Standing up for your lady friend is only basic if you expect her to let you view her panties, Brooke mused to himself.

Wait, wasn't Sanji's face just on boobs? Where's the nosebleed? Chopper inwardly tortured himself, eyes bugging out with curiosity.

Are you really jealous, Luffy? Usopp wondered, slightly peeved.

"Nothing I'd understand…nothing I'd understand…nothing I'd understand," Luffy murmured to himself over and over again like a mad man, the fist balled in Sanji's shirt shaking with frustration. Finally he lifted his head and screamed, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DO YOU SEE THIS?"

He pointed at the noodles on his hat.

"I COULD HAVE EATEN THESE NOODLES AND YOU JUST GO AND DUMP THEM ON MY HEAD YOU ASSHOLE. ASSHOOOOOLE~" He repeated for emphasis, pressing his forehead to Sanji's. Everyone else (except Robin) fell over.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE PISSED ABOUT?"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, DAMMIT," Zoro called, nursing his bruised face as he watched Hancock stagger up the beach.

"I suppose I don't have the proper amount of strength at this point in time to grant your request properly," she called back at him bitterly. "I assure you, as soon as I get back to the palace and rest up a bit, I'll make time in my exceedingly busy schedule to fulfill my promise to you."

"It doesn't even count if you do it wrong," he responded, cursing under his breath. Much more of this abuse and he'd probably end up being grateful for Nami...

"Oh, please enlighten me," Hancock called with fake interest, "on the many other ways of obtaining a nosebleed, you MOSS HEADED son of a bitch. Because the way I see it, the only appropriate way to give you one is by cutting off your nose." She flipped her scraggly hair over her shoulder, the tail of the robe dragging through the sand.

"Charming," Zoro yelled. "REALLY charming."

"Who needs charm when you look like this," Hancock purred, turning to look at him and opening her arms in a casual shrug. One shoulder of the robe was falling to reveal a piece of sea weed stuck to her half exposed breast.

"Right," the swordsman said, rolling his eyes.

"You know, I don't like you," Hancock said with finality, as if she hadn't already decided that. Zoro stared at her.

"Well I'd certainly hope you don't treat the people you like this way."

"I only like Luffy."

"How lucky for him. Sorry, but I'm afraid that hardly counts as an accomplishment. It's hard to not like Luffy," he grumbled, turning away from her.

"You can't have him. He's mine."

"I DON'T WANT HIM."

Hancock gave him a suspicious look and watched him go back to his earlier task, which was cutting the meat of another sea king from the bone. She sighed, contemplating her next course of action.

"If you wait a little while I'll take you back to the palace," he called.

"I don't need your help."

"Of course you don't."

She stood there awkwardly for a moment, watching him work. When he moved so his back was toward her, something underneath his shirt caught her eye.

It's all red…

Her eyes widened, remembering the reason they were here in the first place. She stared unblinkingly at the angry redness, wondering why he hadn't said anything up to this point. Taking into consideration the height they fell from and the calmness of the water…

It was probably equivalent to falling into a stone building…

It was hard to admit, but she was helpless in the water. Even if it had been his fault they fell in the first place, he had saved her life. Again. And now, looking at his wounds, she felt guilty wondering why he had gone to such lengths to prevent any additional injury to her. Why wasn't he saying anything? Did it not hurt as bad as it looked? No, that couldn't be it.

It's probably just coincidence…

He shifted his position and she got a nice view of the purple bruise her pistol kiss had left as well, some of the wound spreading towards the red on his back. She grit her teeth, conflicted feelings making her want to kick something again.

If it's something like this, it should be fine...

He paused in his cutting to turn slightly, feeling her presence right behind him.

"Hm? Something wrong?" He asked. She sighed.

"Turn around."

He gave her a questioning look, then did as he was told. She lifted the shirt fabric so the whole wound was revealed to her and touched an index finger to her lips.

"Butterfly Kiss," she whispered, touching the finger between his shoulder blades. He winced and made a move to look back at what she was doing.

"Stay still," she ordered, moving the finger across the entire area of redness. "It will feel better in a minute."

Again, he did as he was told and waited, feeling some anxiety at not understanding what she was doing. Then, after a few moments of silent anticipation, he felt the burning sensation subside, being replaced with an icy one.

"Haki is an incredibly fascinating phenomenon," Hancock said quietly. "It can be harnessed in a variety of ways."

"You," he said incredulously, "You can heal me?"

"It would be shameful to have Luffy's first mate in anything but good condition," she said matter-of-factly. "Unfortunately I'm not a doctor, so this is more of a pain killer than a treatment. This, however," she moved so she was kneeling in front of him, frowning at the bruise, "I can fix this. Because I made it."

Zoro didn't say anything, but watched her place a hand over the bruise.

"I've only ever done this for myself," she admitted. "I'm not sure how it will effect you."

"Oh. That's reassuring," he said sarcastically, looking up at the sky. She decided to ignore his attitude and lowered her face to his shoulder-

"Wait. What the hell are you doing," Zoro asked, warily. Hancock glared.

"I believe we've already established that I'm healing you, you ungrateful-"

"No. I mean, you used your finger last time, right? Why-"

"The blood vessels on your back are broken because you fell from great heights into flat water," she explained dryly. "The blood vessels here are broken because fragments of Haki have punctured your flesh. If I had been serious, it would have just been a matter of turning you to stone. But because of your relationship with Luffy…" She gave him an annoyed look and sighed. "Look, if I don't take them out, you cannot hope to heal as well as you normally would."

"…Wait…so you have to suck it out…like poison?"

"…I suppose you could say that."

A hickey. She's going to give me a hickey.

Zoro didn't know how he felt about this. Here he was, just your average guy trying to go about his day without crazy chicks ruining it. His day had pretty much already been ruined, and here he was with a crazy chick on top of him. But if the crazy chick was extremely attractive…well, at least by society's standards...

Zoro glanced at Hancock, who was eyeing him suspiciously, waiting for him to say something.

The hottest woman in the world is about to give me a hickey. Why am I over thinking this.

He thought about the events that had taken place that morning. He paled, wondering if this was perhaps his chance to regain some of his manhood. A chance he could not afford to pass up. And Sanji would be crawling in his skin…

It's not a nosebleed, but it'll have to do.

"Ok, lady," he finally said, moving his neck a little so she had better access to his shoulder. "Do your worst."

"YOU'RE THE WORST," Nami roared, dragging a confused and battered Luffy out of the dining hall and into the streets. Robin walked briskly behind her with a concerned expression.

"Navigator-san, you're being rash. Luffy doesn't understand what you're-"

"DAMN STRAIGHT I DON'T UNDERSTAND," he yelled, tugging his shirt free of her grasp and dusting himself off. "What the hell is everyone's PROBLEM today? I can't even eat withou-"

He received a swift roundhouse kick to the face and flew into a roadside cart, surprising the owner. Most of the women inside the hall had moved to watch the fight and cringed when he impacted.

"WHAT KIND OF MAN ARE YOU," Nami screeched, fist shaking with anger.

"GET HIM, NAMI-SWAAAAN~" Sanji cheered from the top of the stairs, clutching Margaret's waist possessively. She looked exceedingly unsure of what to do.

"And YOU," Nami seethed, whirling on the cook and stomping her way up the stairs towards him, "Do you even know what you've DONE?"

Sanji paled, gulping with a mix of horror and masochistic excitement as Nami fisted his shirt in the same fashion Luffy had a few moments earlier. She stared at him with all the loveliness of the Grudge.

"Stealing a girl's first kiss. I really didn't think that was your style, Sanji-kun," she said with quiet malice. "Apparently that's another thing I'll have to beat out of you."

"Navigator-san, please. You're making a scene," Robin said with more assertion.

"BEAT HIM GOOD, NAMI-NEE," Franky bawed from one of the glassless windows of the hall.

"THOSE PANTIES ARE FOR LUFFY-SAN'S EYES ALONE," Brook agreed, waving his cane. "AND PERHAPS MINE. THOUGH I HAVE NO EYES TO SEE."

Usopp gave Brook a withering look and folded his arms, watching Luffy crawl out of the cart rubble. Chopper looked back and forth between crew mates with a worried look on his face.

Luffy lifted his hat silently and placed it back on his head, looking around at all of them as he walked back. His eyes fell on Margaret and he blinked.

"Eh? Margaret, when did you get here?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Nami leaped on him and started wringing his neck. Robin sighed and called forth arms to restrain her loose cannon of a friend.

"This is the most anti-climactic love feud I've ever seen," Usopp said bluntly. Franky nodded in disappointed agreement.

Luffy rushed past the struggling Nami and climbed the stairs to Margaret, looking relieved.

"Margaret, thank god. I was just about to go look for you," he began, stopping on a stair in front of her, "I'm begging you. I need you…I need you to do it again." He clasped his hands together and tried giving her the same pathetic look he gave Sanji when he wanted meat.

"I already told you I'm not doing it anymore," she said, frowning. "You act weird. I don't like it."

Sanji narrowed his eyes. "Oi. Shitty captain. Stop bothering Margaret-chan. The stupid swordsman should be back with the fish soon, so I'll get you food in a little while."

Luffy ignored Sanji and grabbed Margaret's hand. She looked surprised but he smiled reassuringly at her. She blushed.

"Don't worry," his voice seemed to echo in her head as they leaped down the stairs together, "we'll go somewhere nobody will interrupt us."

Margaret thought back to her conversation with Robin and Nami. Maybe she…maybe she did have special feelings for Luffy. Her heart was certainly pounding. The way he said things, the way he did things, the way he looked at her…

Maybe…maybe I'm special to him too...

Margaret was jolted out of her thoughts as Luffy's grip was wrenched from hers, Nami's figure a blur as she once again kicked the shit out of her idiot captain.

"I don't know what you've already done to her," Nami drawled in a scary voice, letting dark flames flicker off her skin, "but you won't touch one more hair on this innocent child's head until I know exactly what's going on."

Sanji had been preparing to kill his captain for touching Margaret with such familiarity anyway, but Nami's suspicious words made him pause.

"What do you mean 'what you've already done to her', Nami-san."

Robin's eyes widened and she reached out to Nami. "Navigator-san, we can discuss this later. There's no reason to start something-"

"BACK OFF, EYEBROW BOY!" Franky roared, pointing at Sanji. "MUGIWARA SAW HER FIRST."

"FRANKY, SHUT THE HELL UP," Usopp cried, in awe of their shipwright's perfectly awkward timing. "YOU AREN'T HELPING."

"What does Luffy have to do with Margaret-chan," Sanji said quietly, smoke leaking from his mouth.

Robin turned to him, opening her mouth to explain, but was beaten to the punch.

"She does this cool thing with her hands," Luffy said, giggling. "It makes you feel like you have to pee. And then you do. Except you don't." Luffy pondered what he just said, then paled, realizing who he was talking to.

"But we weren't naked, Sanji. Well, uh…not completely. I was wearing my hat the whole time."

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

Nobody breathed.

Robin closed her eyes and pondered her slipping track record.

Status report: Damage control - Failure.
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