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Title: With Passion, We Stand Together
Theme: # 1 Beginning - Set 1
Claim: Zoro/Sanji
Words: 478
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing really, except the actual claim
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece
Everything had a beginning. The Great Pirate Age had begun with Gold Roger's last words, he himself had begun his life in North Blue when his mother gave birth to him and his adventure and search for All Blue had begun when a certain rubber idiot had crashed through the walls of Baratie and commanded him to join up with his pirate crew.
Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if the beginnings would have been any different. If there would have been so many pirates roaming the seas if it hadn't been for the treasure One Piece, if his life would have taken another path if he had been born in South Blue or even in Grand Line itself, if Luffy already would have had a cook when he found the sea restaurant or if hadn't insisted on taking Sanji with him on his quest to become the Pirate King.
Then there were other scenarios he spent time thinking about, other beginnings. Like the beginning of them. The first time he had seen the green haired swordsman, he had been sitting at one of the tables, not looking like anything special to the world. He had focused more on the beautiful redhead that he had later learned was named Nami.
He didn't really remember when or how the two of them had started with their never-ending fighting, but he recalled that it involved Nami and the marimo insulting her, which seemed quite plausible when he gave it a thought. That was their beginning; the fights. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if they hadn't started it. Would Zoro have been a normal nakama then, like say Usopp?
Their relationship was sweaty, cursing and full of bruises and cuts. They were up in each other's faces like no others. Their relationship was fuelled by passion, even in the very beginning. Passion in form of rage and a ridiculous competitive spirit, but passion nevertheless. He guessed that the passion in their fighting and the fact that they were all over each other, fighting, every second they were around each other was what had lead to their next beginning. Their beginning.
As days, weeks and fights passed by each other, their relationship expanded, and it didn't take long before they were doing other things than fighting. It was the passion of the fight that resulted in another form of passion. He didn't remember how that beginning had started either, but he knew that it could never have happened with anyone but Zoro. They needed the passion to continue existing together, and if it hadn't been for their fights, if it hadn't been for their first beginning, their second would never have happened.
He wouldn't call the second beginning love, not yet, but the passion was there. The passion was always there, and had been there from the very beginning.