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Disclaimer: Eiichiri Oda-sensei is the captain and commander of "One Piece." I'm not even worthy of being his cabinboy because I make no money writing these fics.

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Memories in a Bubble

a One Piece fanfic

by Rhov

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Chapter 1

Warm Memories, Cold Lips

Zoro looked around in the cold deep-sea darkness. It felt like only a moment ago he got sucked into the Downward Stream with Sanji, Luffy, and the Kraken. He refused to admit he had passed out. No, a mere nap. That's what he would consider it.

Only, no giant beast, no crazed rubber captain, and no perverted cook.

"They all got lost again," he spoke aloud.

Then, out of his good eye, he thought he saw something, not much, a white stick with a tip of ash extinguished by the ocean. He could even see where Sanji's lips once held the cigarette firmly, crushing down the paper. He swam in his bubble over to the cigarette and looked around some more, squinting into the darkness. A few meters away, he saw a flutter of material and swam toward it with hope. Getting closer, he saw Sanji's white winter coat...and no Sanji.

"He's down here, no air, no coat, no cigarette."

A gush of worst case scenarios rammed his mind like a typhoon. Gone, just as he and Sanji had reunited and before they had a chance to rediscover that flame that had once burned between them, a spark that drove Zoro on for two years, memories of secretive meetings in the kitchen, desire he had tried to set aside as he focused on Mihawk's training and "extra" training. However, nothing could beat that damn cook. No one could satisfy Zoro like Sanji could.

And now...gone? He refused to accept it. Not now. Not when that memory burned his mind.

They had been running and fighting since meeting in Sabaody Archipelago. There were a few silent smiles, knowing looks, and during one of Sanji's nose bleeds—seriously, what happened to him during those two years?—Zoro gave his old lover a kiss, although Sanji was unconscious at the moment. He had hoped that while the rest of the crew were distracted by mermaids, the two of them could slip away. Zoro had learned a thing or two from Mihawk. He could hardly wait to show Sanji that "extra training."

If he could find him. If he was alive.

Those odds were growing dimmer by the second.

Suddenly, black cloth against black sea, the tail of a coat. Zoro swam desperately toward it. Then he saw the loose blond hair floating freely around a pale face. Sanji was unconscious, and his bubble had popped in the rough ride through the Downward Stream. The cook's mouth was open. Only some bubbles of air rested within his nostrils.

"Sanji!" he shouted as he swam hard.

Moments flashed through Zoro's mind. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on Sanji, dressed impeccably, a casual sashay to his walk as the sexy waiter brought their food out at Baratie. Maybe it wasn't love at first sight, but he had thought almost immediately, here was a man who looked refined. Then their first time touching, a casual, accidental thing, fingers colliding together in the midst of a crew-wide food fight just before they entered Grand Line. Nami had ducked out as soon as the food began to fly, Luffy and Usopp had been too enthralled in tossing sushi at one another to notice, so no one else saw. Between the cook and swordsman there was an instant spark. Zoro had smiled, Sanji blushed under his gaze, and by that brief touch something began, an understanding shared between them.

He remembered shortly after that, during a private moment between them before they were a couple, Zoro had stroked Sanji's bangs back in a gentle caress, wanting to see his full face and admire it. He made an ass of himself by shouting in shock and drawing back, stunned to see Sanji's asymmetrical eyebrows. The cook was far too self-conscious about his brows and ran off crying. After the incident, he refused to speak to Zoro for a week.

Zoro's mind drifted to their first kiss, a memory still vivid in his mind after all these years. Sanji had still showed a lingering feeling of shame for being in a gay relationship, something he quickly got over as more kisses came. Still, he had issues they never completely worked out. Sanji begged Zoro to keep their relationship a secret from the crew. Zoro didn't care one way or another. It wasn't like Sanji tried to be quiet; he seemed to forget that Going Merry was a small ship. If from down in the hold he could hear Nami giving Usopp a blowjob in the crow's nest—and those two were as quiet as mice—the whole crew surely heard Sanji's heated moans in the kitchen. But if Sanji wanted to pretend nothing was going on, Zoro would let him.

The darkness threatened to consume him in old memories, and Zoro shook his head to shove past those tender moments. He finally swam up to Sanji's freely floating body, reached through the dark water, and grabbed the cook's shoulders.

"Sanji? Sanji! Wake up, you damn ero-cook!" He shook him roughly, and the bubbles in his nostrils floated out on their long journey to the ocean surface. "No!"

Seeing Sanji with his mouth loose and open, Zoro thought of their first time together. Going Merry was gone, but his best memories of that ship were with Sanji, and that first night was the pinnacle of his elation. They had both been a bit drunk, Sanji on expensive wine, Zoro on cheap sake, but only enough to loosen their inhibitions. The rest of the crew had fallen asleep early after a hard fight with Marines. Zoro and Sanji had been relaxing on the deck, looking up at the stars, clinking cups once in a while, laughing, getting in a kiss, a real treat to do that in the open. Then more kisses. Then the clothes came off and their hands became adventurous. When Zoro saw the full moon reflecting on Sanji's pale skin, he knew this was more than just a casual fling.

He was not Sanji's first, not by a long shot, but the cooks of Baratie teased him so much, it had made Sanji ashamed. Zoro was not one for patience. He did not ease Sanji into a relationship, but thrust into him recklessly. That was when he inadvertently discovered that, despite his personality and overdoing the womanizing act to compensate for his discomfort in being bisexual, Sanji honestly liked being the uke. He loved it rough. The rougher the better! It was the perfect relationship for a domineering spirit like Zoro.

Memories of that first time and all the times to follow raced through Zoro's mind in a flash. He remembered when Luffy once walked in on him and Sanji while they were "busy" on the dining table. The captain said simply, "Ah, don't mind me," then walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the biggest chunk of meat he could find. Sanji had desperately wanted to yell at him for eating up the food again. Zoro had watched his lover with wry amusement as Sanji laid there, pinned under him, sweaty but chilled by fear of being found out. He had chuckled at how the cook had opened his mouth many times to yell at their gluttonous captain, yet always shut it with nothing more than a grunt or half a syllable. Sanji was too nervous to say a word lest the others come rushing in to see what was going on and the entire crew discover the truth. Then their casually accepting captain walked right back out with a loud call for the others to look at him doing something noisy and stupid near the bowsprit, pulling all attention far away from the kitchen. So thoughtful after all! Zoro could have kissed Luffy for that.

He shook the memories out of his head. "Sanji!" he yelled again at his drowned nakama floating in the middle of the ocean.

The memories were burning him. His left eye stung; the pain never really went away. He grabbed the cook in an embrace. Desperately, he pulled him through the protective bubble layer until the wet tailor suit was against him, drenching his dark green outfit.

"Come on, you damn ero-cook bastard! Don't you dare die on me."

Careful of the bubble, Zoro twisted Sanji around, wrapped his arms around the man's lean body, just as he had so often embraced the cook from behind and whispered something dirty into his ear. There were no seductive words this time. He dug his fists into Sanji's abdomen and thrust upward. Water poured out of the limp mouth, dripped down the blond hairs on his chin, and filled the bottom of the bubble. Zoro performed the maneuver again, again, again, each time causing mouthfuls of water to gush out. Then he flipped Sanji around and looked at the loose blue lips.

That first kiss came to mind again. He could still taste the nicotine and hint of garlic.

This was no time for bittersweet memories. Working uncomfortably in the limited space of his bubble, Zoro put his mouth over Sanji's. His lips were cold and beginning to stiffen. Zoro puffed in as much air as possible, but the air came right back out with no response. He breathed again. The nicotine whiff was still there, just as he remembered. His fingers felt Sanji's throat. No pulse.

"Dammit, you are not dying on me!"

He thumped Sanji's chest so hard he might have cracked a rib, then puffed in air again. That damn eye scar burned. His teeth gritted in anguish between each breath he forced in.

"Breathe, you perverted fucker!"

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