Because I needed to write an angsty breakup fic.
Title: Yesterday I Broke Your Heart In Two (But Today I Wanna Spend My Life With You)
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Song: ”Killing Me”
Artist: Sugarcult
Words: 762
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst. Yay.
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei and the song belongs to Sugarcult. Nothing is mine, but this song was stuck in my brain during all of my weekend in Paris. Me and my sister sung it as the Louvre was killing us slowly with its shitty air.
Click to viewYesterday I broke your heart in two, but today I wanna waste my life with you.
Of course he was regretting it now. Of course he was regretting everything when it was already too late. His cellphone rested in his hand and the phone number to a certain shitty swordsman was showing on the display. The idea of pressing 'call' and tell him that it had only been a stupid joke was way too tempting, and Sanji bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood that trailed down in small drips only to get caught in his goatee.
In a moment of weakness, he pressed the green button and held the phone close to his ear when the monotone tunes beeped. Nobody picked up on the other side (which wasn't so surprising, Sanji guessed that Zoro wanted everything but talk to him right now) and his call switched to the voice mail.
“Hi. This is Zoro, and I am not able to answer your call right now. Leave a message. If you want Sanji, call his cell.”
He had changed the corny message they had recorded together, the two of them saying every other word making whoever called them and got to their voice mail crazy with frustration. The new message was shorter, and a lot more painful. Was Zoro really as stable as his voice sounded? Probably not, judging by the look the man had worn on his face when Sanji had broken his heart in two, telling him that it was over.
“Hi, it's Sanji. I...”
He said nothing more as the call was aborted. He looked at his phone. The reception was okay out here, but there was always a possibility that the phone lines got screw up in some way. Or Zoro's answering machine broke down somehow, restarted perhaps. He didn't want to think that the green haired on the other side had turned off the call. He really didn't.
He didn't want anybody but Zoro, but yet he couldn't continue their relationship. It was like the swordsman's every kiss and every touch was a drug, and not of the good kind. He knew the relationship wasn't one that was supposed to be, yet he couldn't want anything but wasting all his time with Zoro.
He looked at his cell phone again, thinking of calling again, but he leaned back on his motel bed, tossing the cell over at his pillow. Zoro had already changed the voice mail, officially deleting Sanji from his life. Which was good, probably. Yet Sanji couldn't stop thinking about what the hell he had done.
Their relationship had been good from all points of view; they could cuddle in the sofa watching a movie, and the next day or maybe even hour they could be sparring as if their lives were on the line. The sex had been great, as had the simple fact of having another warm person beside him on the cold mornings in bed. He threw a glance at the blue phone on the pillow. Maybe, maybe he could...
Groaning, he buried his face in his hands. How could he have done something so stupid? And why couldn't he muster up the energy and the will to try to win Zoro back again? Why had the time with Zoro been the best freaking time of his life, yet everyday had managed to kill a little inside of him?
And how had the idea of leaving Zoro first appeared in his mind? He didn't remember anymore. Everything from that time was now a haze in his mind. All he remembered was that he needed to get out, and get out now.
So here he was, regretting he had even done anything so stupid. Once again, he held onto the cell phone, browsing his numbers for the very bottom with Z at the end of the alphabet. The journey down via the buttons made him think, but not long enough for him to stop himself from once again calling Zoro.
The signals beeped along and he ended up in the voice mail again, but Zoro's recorded voice wasn't even allowed to finish his second sentence before the machine died down. Apparently, Zoro had been home to pull the cord to the answering machine.
Tears finally sprung from his eyes when Sanji canceled the call. His love for Zoro was still there with him not being able to do anything about it, and it was killing him. Gently, silently, he was dying inside because yesterday, he broke Zoro's heart in two.