UNDER THE BALI'S SKY (CHAPTER 2)
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TITLE: UNDER THE BALI’S SKY. (CHAPTER 2).
AUTHOR: mr_redrum.
PAIRING: Eventually ZoroxSanji and a little bit of RobinxNami.
WARNING: From PG13 to NC-17, maybe.
NOTES: Very much thank you to my (still) amazing beta kakairupowns-san, also comment are unnecessary, since whoever wrote this still in it's hiatus and not hanging around lj much thus will gonna lead with replying the comment kinda a bit/huge late (sorry), though if you still want to give critic or review is ok. point is, just want to sharing the continuation. And also I cross-posted this at onepieceyaoi. Thank you.
Getting grumpier and grumpier, the green haired man followed his wife, while watching the other couple tag along out of the corner of his eyes. He was still shocked that they would be sharing the same hotel, and he wanted to talk about it more, maybe asking his wife to rent a room at some other hotel. But he realized that if he did that then that would mean he got no credit for Robin’s work. Because, although he’d never say it, Zoro actually appreciated his wife for arranging the wedding and honeymoon, leaving him free to concentrate on his own work.
So, he felt that he didn’t have any right to nag his wife about something like this. He tried to calm down, and could see that the blonde man in front of him was actually already flirting with Robin again, kissing the back of her right hand, smiling and throwing around sweet words that Zoro himself never said; sweet words that Zoro didn’t even know existed in this world.
HANDS OFF! YOU’VE GOT YOUR OWN WIFE, YOU BASTARD! He eyed the blonde’s wife, the woman with orange hair, and suddenly realized that she didn’t mind her husband’s flirting and tossing compliments to the woman beside her. She just walked to the right of him, sometimes giggling at the extravagant words.
Outside the airport, just like a coincidence that seemed to haunt Zoro and go on and on forever, there was only one cab waiting.
“Sir… Taxi, sir?” The cab driver offered, never guessing that his words would be the cue to make both of the male tourists standing in front of him jump in, scrambling to be the first inside the car.
“Why the fuck are you jumping in my cab, you asshole?!” The blonde man snapped.
“You’re cab? For your information, I got in first. No one ever said that this was your cab, aho!” The green-haired man ground his teeth together. This scrawny man really got on his nerves!
“It’s my cab if I say so!”
“No way! It’s my cab, dartboard eyebrow!”
“You want me to kick you through the dashboard, shitty-swordsman?”
“No one can call me ‘swordsman’ unless I allow them to do so, ero-bastard!”
“Oh, really? Well in that case, shitty-swordsman, shitty-swordsman, shitty-swordsman, shitty-swordsman, shitty-swords - ”
“What are you, a child?!”
“… Er, sirs…” The driver tentatively tried to intervene, only to be ignored by them both.
“SIRS!” He tried again, projecting loudly to get their attention. They snapped and turned on him, yelling in perfect unison.
“WHAT?! Just drive!”
Well, at least they can agree on something… The cabbie smiled in relief, settling down in the driver’s seat to get going.
Slow but sure, the cab left the airport parking lot, leaving the two women standing in front of the airport, both of them in a state of silent amusement.
“…Ah, apparently they forgot about us” Robin calmly broke the silence between them.
“Yeah, I guess they also forgot that the hotel sent a mini-van to pick us up, too.” Nami sighed, pointing out a mini-van with their hotel symbol waiting for them not far away from where they currently stood. “Shall we?” She asked, gesturing Robin to follow her.
Smiling, the other woman nodded. “Of course!”
On the way to the hotel, she giggled. “I wonder what our husbands will do when they realize that they left us at the airport…”
Nami smirked. “They’re men. Their egos will probably keep them from realizing it for at least a few more minutes. Ne, Robin, don’t you think they’ve been getting along well since the plane ride?”
A brief moment of silence, before both women burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, quite a ways away from the two women gossiping about their husbands, said husbands were still bickering in the cab.
Another few cuss words thrown back and forth without pause made the driver lose his remaining patience.
“Sirs! Please stop fighting, or I will kick the two of you out of my cab right now!” He shouted, trying to muffle his worry that he would need to be abrupt with both tourists, which would lead to no paycheck for him to bring home for his family.
It wasn’t working. They continued to bicker, and after the blonde tried to aim a kick at the green-haired man that made the driver duck while driving, he’d had enough.
Pulling his car to the side of the road, he parked and got out, only to open the back door, causing his two passengers to look at him, questioning expressions written all over their faces.
“I’m really sorry, sirs. But if you two don’t stop fighting, then I have to ask you both to get out. I don’t have enough money to pay for this cab if it gets damaged, and if it gets broken by a tourist couple who prefer to fill their honeymoon on this beautiful island of Dewata with fighting instead of being lovey-dovey like many other couples that I’ve seen, then - ”
“Wait, wait… How did you know that we’re on our honeymoon?” Sanji interrupted the speech. His words hit him with a spontaneous realization, and turned to face the other man, who had a similar look of shock on his face. Apparently, he realized it too.
“SHIT! We left our wives at the airport!” They shouted together.
“What? What wives? You’ve got wives?!” The driver exclaimed, surprised.
“Of course we do, you shitty-cab driver. You just said it yourself, that you know we’re both on our honeymoons. Don’t act so surprised and drive, will you?! We need to get back to the airport, pronto!” The blonde man took out a cigarette and lit it, obviously trying to ease his worry for leaving his beloved Nami-san alone in an unknown place. Her delicate body must be shivering in fright, left all alone. Ah, how stupid he was! Sanji sucked in a huge lungful of cigarette smoke.
At his side, Zoro sat in silence, staring out the window. But, Sanji could see that he was worried about his own wife too, considering how he clenched his hands in tight fists.
A hint of a smirk lingered at the blonde’s lips, and he began to respect his new rival. Hn, maybe this shitty-swordsman isn’t so bad after all…
The cabbie quickly returned to the driver’s seat, setting a course back to the airport, all the while muttering under his breath about how stupid he was for thinking that these two gentlemen were lovers. He could tell that they were on their honeymoons because their rings were still new on their fingers. The way they bickered had reminded him of how he and his wife spat at each other back home, and he’d jumped to conclusions.
Berating himself for thinking like that, he steered back into traffic. Slow but sure, the cab headed back to the airport.