OP Fic: Ghost of a Chance 1/2
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanji x Zoro, Other x Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post Enies Lobby/Pre-Thriller Bark
Notes: Thank you metal_dog5 and bronzetigress for the betaing. Also, for those of you who followed my Buffy fics, this title is similar to one I used in that fandom, minus an 'A'. /sheepish
Word Count: 15,000
Part One/ Two
Summary: “I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”
A howl of anguished rage vaulted Sanji into consciousness. He bolted upright from his slump against the wall, his head jerking in the direction of the sound. The lanterns swung on their hooks with the rough rocking of the ship, causing shadows to writhe in the narrow passageway. Dark blood splattered the wood planks and splintered chunks were hacked into the walls and floor. The boom of cannon fire reverberated within the ship.
Sanji rose and moved hurriedly down the passage. He didn’t recall being knocked unconscious, so he had no idea how long he’d been out of the fight. He cursed himself for his ineptitude. The Straw Hats’ vicious encounter with the Black Breath Pirates needed every crewmember at top form. One slip-up could mean death.
The Black Breaths’ ship, The Shroud, shuddered under the impact of a cannonball and the passageway tilted precariously. Sanji picked up speed, gliding swiftly down the corridor. The barrage of fire from the Thousand Sunny would soon sink The Shroud. As soon as he made sure no one needed his help, he’d abandon ship.
The Sunny’s cannon boomed. The Shroud rocked wildly and, from an open hatch, a severed head bounced into the corridor. It was the Black Breaths’ first mate, his dead face frozen in shock. Sanji recognized the clean slice of the first mate’s neck as Zoro’s work. It meant Zoro was probably one death up on Sanji. Damn it. They’d been tied before they’d come below deck and had gotten separated, and Sanji hadn’t met any more of the enemy yet. Sanji would have to find a straggler and even the score before returning to the Sunny, if Luffy had left any onboard for him to find.
The head rolled down the passageway as the ship shook again. Sanji glanced into the room where the head had come from and saw Zoro kneeling on the floor, his back to Sanji, with two of his katanas discarded with surprising carelessness around him. Wadou curved from Zoro’s mouth, the blade’s edge stained crimson. The first mate’s corpse lay half under a table, bleeding out onto fallen maps and charts.
Sanji hid his concern that Zoro was injured with a smirk. “Oi, marimo, what’s taking so long?” Sanji said from the doorway. “The ship’s about to sink and you’re sitting on your ass.”
To emphasize his words, a cannonball exploded into the room, sending splinters flying. Sanji ducked and tried not to be hit with the sharp wood projectiles. Zoro gathered his katanas, though not nearly as quickly as he should. “Hurry up, idiot!” Sanji yelled, as an ominous crack echoed through the ship. The keel had broken.
The tilted passageway lurched around Sanji and a great rush of water came pouring inside. “Shit.” Spinning around, Sanji hurried back up the corridor, keeping ahead of the water flowing in. Some of the lanterns fell from their hooks as the ship began breaking apart, their flames extinguishing when they rolled down the sloping passageway and into the rising water. Through an open doorway, he spotted a ladder leading upwards to a hatch and called behind him, “This way!”
Sanji darted into the room as the ship lurched again. The hatch overhead swung open and a wave of water poured through the hole. Washed-in fish floundered on the floor and were swept into the hallway, bumping into Zoro’s feet as he walked past the room.
“Zoro!” Sanji shouted, but Zoro didn’t return. Sanji ground his teeth. Only Zoro could get lost in a straight hallway.
Sanji rushed out of the room to find the brain-dead lug. Luckily, Zoro hadn’t gotten far. Further up the corridor, Zoro stood staring down at a shadowed body slumped against the wall. The dimness didn’t hide the agony twisting Zoro’s features. Fear and worry sprang up in Sanji. Something was horribly, horribly wrong.
“Didn’t you hear me, dumbass?” Sanji said, closing in on Zoro. “There’s a way out over…” Sanji trailed to a whisper as the nearby lantern unhooked from the wall. Its descent seemed to be in slow motion, making its flame bring light over the body on the floor for an infinite moment.
The body was him.
“…here.” The glass surrounding the flame shattered when it hit the floor and the flame snuffed out. Disbelief stunned Sanji. That couldn’t be him. He was standing right here. It had to be someone who simply resembled him and that was the reason why Zoro dropped to his knees.
Sanji had to stop this. He went to grab Zoro by the shoulder, to reassure Zoro that he was alive - only, Sanji’s hand passed right through Zoro. Holy shit.
“No, no, no. Zoro, that’s not me.” Sanji swiped at Zoro’s shoulder, back, and head and each time his hands passed right through Zoro. “That’s not me.” Sanji’s voice rose in panic. “It’s not me. Zoro! I’m right here! Look at me!”
But Zoro didn’t acknowledge Sanji at all. Alarm shook Sanji. Why couldn’t Zoro hear him? Sanji stared at the body that wasn’t him on the floor. “It doesn’t even look like me, stupid! Can’t you tell the-” Sanji looked down at his real self and the words jammed in his throat. He had no legs. He had no legs. His body ended at his waist with a dissipating haze that resembled cigarette smoke. “I’m- but-” Sanji couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be. It was impossible. There was no way he was a ghost.
“I…” Shock robbed Sanji of the ability to say or do anything more. He watched in strange detachment as Zoro lifted a shaking hand and touched the corpse’s face. The destruction of the ship around them didn’t cover the anguished noise that ripped suddenly from Zoro’s throat. Zoro slid his hand behind the corpse’s neck and yanked it into a tight embrace. The corpse’s arms hung limply, its legs crumpled beneath it. Zoro rocked back and forth, his face buried in the crook of the corpse’s neck, grief breaking him apart in front of Sanji’s eyes. Wracking sobs scraped the walls of the corridor. Sanji felt hollow inside.
The corridor tipped sharply as the ship shuddered with a last cry and started its final descent. Zoro and the corpse slid into the rising water. It jolted Zoro visibly, and he leapt to his feet, scooped the corpse into his arms, and ran topside.
Nami, Robin, and Chopper were fighting with the few remaining Black Breath Pirates on the Sunny’s deck when Zoro jumped the divide between the ships. “Gomu gomu no bazooka!” Luffy’s shout echoed across the water as his own battle neared its climax onboard The Shroud. The blue sky and bright sunlight overhead seemed odd to Sanji. A light breeze made the Straw Hats’ flag wave on the mast.
“Oh, no! Sanji’s hurt!” Chopper gasped. He poofed into Guard Point, knocking over the pirate he was fighting with the sudden body mass change. “Someone get a doctor!”
“You are the doctor,” Sanji murmured, gliding numbly behind Zoro. Zoro didn’t say anything, walking past Chopper as if he weren’t there.
“Wait, I am the doctor. Eh-heh-heh-heh.” Chopper called after Zoro, “Bring him to the infirmary. I’ll be right there. Heavy point!”
The noise of the ending battle diminished vastly upon entering the infirmary. Zoro carried the corpse to the medical cot and laid it down carefully. Sanji watched while Zoro adjusted the corpse’s clothes, straightening its tie and smoothing its shirt collar. Sanji’s numbness swiftly flared into anger. He wanted to kick Zoro for acting so tenderly. Zoro should be giving Sanji shit for dying, calling him weak and threatening to kill him for allowing it to happen (even though he was already dead).
“Fucking wimp,” Sanji snarled. “What are you doing? Stop it. Stop acting like this!” Sanji could tell by the tight line of Zoro’s jaw and the tenseness of his shoulders that Zoro was barely holding himself together. Multiple streaks ran through the blood drying on his cut face, from his earlier tears.
Chopper burst into the infirmary. “Okay. I’m here. Do you know what happened?”
Zoro jerked his hand away from the corpse and took a step back. Sanji winced at the rawness of Zoro’s response. “He’s dead.”
“Dead?” Chopper paused mid-reach for the stepstool, his eyes growing huge. He shook his head hard, dragged the stool over to the cot, and started his examination. “No, Sanji can’t be dead. His constitution is on par with yours. You just think he’s dead because he’s not moving, is unresponsive, and doesn’t have a pulse…”
Chopper’s eyes widened again and he began frantically searching for the corpse’s heartbeat. Zoro turned on his heel and left the infirmary. Sanji had the macabre desire to stay and see everyone’s reaction to his death, but the pull to follow Zoro was too strong.
Luffy was back on the Sunny, cleaning up the remainder of the Black Breath Pirates by pitching them overboard. Rowboats carrying survivors paddled swiftly away. Franky and Usopp emerged from below deck smudged with soot from manning the cannons. Nami grinned at Robin as two hands grew from the rail of the ship, grabbed a Black Breath straggler, and tossed him overboard.
Ignoring everyone, Zoro jumped up into the rigging and climbed to the crow’s nest. Sanji found it disconcerting to be freely rising in the air and phasing through the crow’s nest floor. His mind reeled again. He was dead? He didn’t remember that happening. He remembered going below deck on The Shroud and being separated from Zoro. Then, suddenly, he’d heard the pained, raging howl - Zoro’s, he realized now - and rushed to see what was wrong. He didn’t recall anything happening between those events let alone dying and he thought that would’ve been damned memorable. It had to be a trick of some sort.
Sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the crow’s nest and Zoro’s weight sets cast obscure shadows on the floor. Zoro banged shut one of the storage compartments hidden in the bench seat that curved beneath the windows and opened another. “Hey, moron, I’m right here!” Sanji yelled and swatted his hands through Zoro’s head. But Zoro continued searching through the storage compartment, oblivious to Sanji. “What are you looking for so intently that you’re ignoring- Is that my tie?”
Zoro let the compartment door fall shut and sank down on the seat. He stared at the tie he held in his hand. The tie was bright blue with thin black pin-striping. Sanji loved that tie and was none too happy when it had gone missing. “What the hell are you doing with my tie, asshole?” Sanji pivoted to kick only to be vividly reminded that he had no legs. The stark reality of it hit him hard.
He was dead.
A stifled sob tore roughly from Zoro. Zoro clasped his hands together, the tie dangling between them, and pressed his bowed forehead against his knuckles. His lips were curled in a snarl, as if he were trying to scare off his grief.
Grief was a stronger monster, however, and Zoro released a sudden howl that rattled the walls. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the nearest weight, and threw it violently. The window shattered and the weight went sailing. Zoro grabbed another one and threw it, then another and another. He knocked the stand over and then ripped the hand weight pegs off the wall, all the while roaring wordlessly in anguish.
Sanji rose up through the ceiling of the crow’s nest, needing to get away from the destructiveness of Zoro’s grief. He could still hear it, though, and he covered his ears futilely.
Far below, Sanji saw Luffy burst out of the infirmary, run to the rail, and scream at the top of his lungs. “SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNJJJJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!”
A female wail joined Luffy’s scream, rising from the open infirmary door, and Sanji was scraped raw. “Nami-san…”
Usopp stumbled from the infirmary and collapsed in a bawling heap on the deck.
“Why is this happening?!” Undirected rage swept over Sanji. He shook his fist at the clear blue sky, railing against the unfairness. “I didn’t deserve this! I haven’t found All Blue yet! I have to make dinner still! Who’s going to cook for them now? How could this have happened to me? I’m too good of a fighter! I still haven’t won over Nami-san’s heart! My nakama need me! Why?! Why did this happen?! I don’t want to be dead! I can’t be dead! I’m too young to die!”
Sanji’s screams of protest had no effect and he wound down with a strong desire to cry. No tears came, however, and Sanji stared miserably out over the Grand Line. Eventually, Zoro stopped tearing apart the crow’s nest and Sanji could no longer hear his other nakama’s mourning cries. The silence didn’t ease the depression that pressed down on him.
Sanji gazed out over the open sea, arms wrapped around himself. The Black Breath rowboats were tiny spots in the distance, bobbing under the sun.
Days passed. Sanji’s funeral was held with stifled sobs and shaky goodbyes. Zoro stood like a statue away from everyone else, his dry eyes fixed on a point on the horizon, never once glancing at Sanji’s sheet-wrapped corpse as it was cast into the sea. Guilt and self-loathing weighed on Sanji as he was forced to watch his nakama suffer. He felt useless, unable to be seen or heard, unable to touch in comfort. Unable to do anything but curse his own stupidity and ineptitude that got him killed and caused those he cared most about be in constant pain.
Selfishly, he wanted to go so he no longer had to witness them hurting. He was grateful to Franky for taking care of everyone and everything while they grieved. Franky hadn’t known Sanji long enough to be affected as much as the others, but Sanji caught a glimpse of him wiping away tears on occasion.
Sanji seemed tethered to Zoro and couldn’t move very far from him and Zoro spent most of his time away from everyone else. Apart from his reaction on the first day, Zoro appeared not to care about Sanji’s death, but Sanji could see clearly that Zoro was taking it as hard as the others. Zoro didn’t nap, he hardly ate any of the food Franky prepared, and he locked himself in the repaired crow’s nest for hours on end, exercising non-stop.
“It wasn’t your fault, dumbass,” Sanji snapped at one point, as Zoro pushed himself at a grueling pace. “I’m the careless idiot who let himself get killed.”
Zoro continued lifting, sweat drenching his shirt, oblivious to Sanji’s words.
Sanji turned his eyes to the window and listened to the clink of Zoro’s weights as he watched the clouds float by.
The heavy pall of sadness slowly dissipated on the Sunny as weeks went by. Sanji felt relieved the first time Nami yelled at Luffy for splashing her when he fell overboard. Soon thereafter, Robin volunteered to take a turn at cooking. Chopper bandaged Usopp without questioning his ability as a doctor after Usopp’s new invention blew up. There was a backslide during the Straw Hats’ first battle without Sanji, but Zoro made it his purpose to fight for both of them and all the self-inflicted punishment paid off.
“I can’t believe you’re abusing my tie like that,” Sanji fumed as Zoro slaughtered the Knights and Bishops of the Checkmate pirate crew. Sanji’s blue tie with black pin-striping was knotted around the hilt of Wadou like a ribbon and Zoro was drooling all over it with the katana clasped in his mouth.
Zoro didn’t acknowledge Sanji, but Sanji had stopped expecting it. After raging against the unfairness, suffering through self-recrimination, and going as far as begging, he’d finally accepted his death. And now that he knew his nakama would be fine, he was okay with leaving them. He was actually grateful for being given the opportunity to say goodbye.
Time healed the crew as much as they’d ever heal. Sanji observed them invisibly and with only a touch of despondency. He couldn’t fault them for finding happiness again.
But as months continued to pass, irritation and mind-numbing boredom set in. Being a ghost wasn’t much fun. As tempting as it was, he’d never sully Nami-san and Robin-chan’s purity by spying on the girls in their own cabin. He was tied to Zoro, anyway, and could only get so far away before the pull to return was too strong to resist - and resist he’d tried until he felt like he was coming unraveled at the seams. He could only guess it was because Zoro had found his body and that had connected them somehow. It was like Sanji’s worst nightmare come to life, or death as the case may be.
“And it’s back to the crow’s nest for more training.” Sanji phased through the floor with an aggravated sigh as Zoro climbed through the hatch. Sunset painted the interior of the crow’s nest in red and gold. Robin unfolded her legs, rose from her seat on the curved bench, and tucked her book under her arm. “Robin-chwan! Please stay and let me gaze upon your beauty instead of watching this ugly brute lift weights again.”
“Good evening, Zoro,” Robin said, not hearing Sanji’s plea.
Zoro grunted. “You’d better hurry before Luffy eats your dinner.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your book.” Robin handed the book to Zoro. “I learned several things that I didn’t know about previously.”
“No, it’s fine,” Zoro said with a weird catch in his voice. He stared at the book cover.
Sanji glided closer and peered over Zoro’s shoulder. He sputtered in laughter. “‘Dining Etiquette’?!”
Robin descended from the crow’s next, closing the hatch behind her. Zoro blinked hard at the thump of the hatch and his knuckles whitened around the edges of the book. He walked over to the bench seat, opened one of his storage compartments, and buried the book deep inside.
Sanji was still laughing as Zoro began lifting weights. “I can’t believe you have a book on table manners,” he sniggered. “Obviously, you never read it as evidenced by your barbarian behavior at dinner.”
The hatch creaked when it opened and Sanji whirled like a top, hands clutched to his chest. “Mellorine! Has Robin-chwan sent you to soothe my eyes?”
“Zoro, I need to speak to you,” Nami said.
Keeping watch out the windows, Zoro didn’t stop lifting his weights. “What do you want?”
Sanji wished he was still able to kick. “Oi, shit swordsman, you could be more polite.”
“Um…” Nami appeared reluctant and Sanji was immediately concerned. He floated over to her. “Luffy and I had a talk today, and we decided we need to bring another cook onto the crew.”
“You what?!” Zoro exclaimed, and Sanji reared back. He’d known this day was coming, but it was still a blow. Zoro stared disbelievingly at Nami. “You can’t do that.”
“We have to.” Nami spread her hands in appeasement. “Robin and Franky don’t have the training to keep doing it.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
“Zoro, you don’t know how to cook.”
“I’ve watched Sanji enough. I could do it,” Zoro said, shoving his hand weights onto the rack.
Sanji snorted. “Cooking is not easy for someone who has a brain. For you, it’d be impossible.”
“Zoro-”
“No!” Zoro cut Nami off, hands bunching into fists. His face was red with anger. “I don’t want some stranger messing around in Sanji’s galley. He’d hate that.”
It was true; Sanji recoiled from the thought of anyone new using his kitchen.
“It’s been seven months, Zoro,” Nami said, taking a step towards Zoro. She laid her hand on his arm. “He wouldn’t want us to go on like this.”
Zoro jerked away. “I don’t see you starving.”
Nami sighed. “Luffy’s going to start looking for someone at the next port.”
“Whatever. Do what you want. You will anyway.” Zoro stalked over to the weight rack and stiffly loaded a bar with more weight.
Nami looked pained. She pressed her lips tightly together and left the crow’s nest.
Sanji was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. “She’s right. You need a new cook. Robin-chan and Franky do a marvelous job, but you need someone with experience to make sure there’s a proper balance of nutrition so no one gets sick.”
Zoro swung his arm out suddenly, violently knocking the circular weight disks across the room. “Damn it!”
The weight disks cracked the wall but didn’t break through. Zoro collapsed onto the bench seat and buried his face in his hands. Sanji floated closer, reached out, hesitated, and then ran his ghostly fingers over Zoro’s bowed head. “Idiot,” he said quietly. “You have to let me go.”
As usual, Zoro didn’t listen.
“Zoro, will you help me?” Chopper’s shy question roused Zoro and stirred Sanji’s interest. Fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, shading the deck from the bright sun. White caps crested the waves, breaking against the Sunny’s hull. It was a beautiful day, and Sanji was bored out of his mind. It was pushing a year since he’d become a ghost and he was tired of it. Why was he still around, haunting Zoro? What usefulness did he have as a ghost? Most importantly, why couldn’t he smoke to keep his hands busy? He was wearing a shirt and a vest, so why couldn’t he make cigarettes appear? It was so unfair.
Sitting up, Zoro yawned and rubbed the sleep tears from his eyes. “Sure,” he told Chopper
“You will?” Chopper brightened and clapped. “I’m not happy at all that you agreed, bastard.”
Zoro rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet. He picked up his katanas, leaning against the ship’s rail, and slid them into the loop on his pants. Sanji’s tie knotted around Wadou fluttered in the breeze. “What do you need?”
“I’ve read about a new technique for immobilizing broken bones in the book that I picked up in Anglerton,” Chopper explained, leading the way. “I’d like to try it out and see how it works.”
Shoulders tensing, Zoro hesitated in the doorway of the infirmary before entering. Sanji slipped through the conjoining door to the galley and gazed longingly at his appliances. He missed cooking almost as much as he missed interacting with his nakama.
He stayed in the galley until his happy memories of cooking became melancholy. He floated into the infirmary and found Zoro immobilized on the medical cot. Zoro’s arms and legs were covered in gauze and Chopper was wrapping Zoro’s limbs in wet, paste-coated strips of cloth.
“Certain plants are difficult to find because they only grow in a few areas because of the climate,” Chopper rambled as he worked. Zoro appeared attentive, which piqued Sanji’s curiosity. “I prefer making my own medicines, but sometimes I can’t because of the scarcity of ingredients. Sometimes I have to purchase the ingredients and it’s expensive. Denbel is the most expensive that I’ve had to buy so far. It cost over four hundred beli! Nami wasn’t happy giving me the money, eh-heh-heh.”
“Come to me if she doesn’t give you enough,” Zoro said. “I’ll give you my share.”
“Don’t say that, asshole!” Chopper blushed brightly and danced on the stepstool. “I don’t like it when people are nice to me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro brushed off his kindness. “Tell me more about these medicines of yours. Why would you make them when you can buy them?”
“You don’t know the quality of the ingredients if you buy them,” Chopper said informatively, continuing to wrap Zoro in paste-bandages. “You don’t know the measurements of the ingredients, either. One extra teaspoon of something could mean the difference between a curative and a poison!”
The conversation continued on, with Chopper doing most of the talking, and Sanji realized that Zoro was acting brotherly towards Chopper. Sanji was surprised. Zoro hardly interacted with the crew so far as he’d observed. He couldn’t really remember Zoro ever doing it when Sanji was alive, or at least Sanji hadn’t paid attention. He didn’t know what had brought it on, but it raised Zoro up a notch in Sanji’s eyes.
Something changed with Zoro after that day. Zoro’s mind-numbing routine of training, eating, and sleeping became peppered with events that made a lingering tension over the Sunny disappear. Sanji hadn’t known that the tension was there until it had gone. The smiles of his nakama were a little brighter, their laughter merrier, and the chaos raised to ship-shaking levels like it used to be.
The difference in Zoro, though, was staggering. Zoro pretended to be asleep and allowed Luffy his fun whenever Luffy played games with Zoro as the target. He let Usopp demonstrate his inventions even though it was obvious the results would be disastrous. He volunteered to help Franky when the ship needed repairs and always helped Robin when she asked. It pissed Sanji off more now that Zoro still treated Nami like crap since he knew Zoro had the capability to be nice.
Then one day while they were in port, Zoro loomed behind Nami as she haggled with a particularly nasty vendor and Nami walked away with twice the amount of food for the asking price.
Sanji reluctantly admitted after that, that Zoro was an okay guy. But he couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s attitude adjustment bothered him so much.
The new cook was a slip of a thing with breasts that Sanji could get lost in. She also had a braying laugh and the ability to fell a man four times her size with a vial of one of the hand-mixed spices she wore on a bandoleer crossing her chest. Sanji liked Jess immediately, and that was before he’d seen her cooking. Zoro avoided her as much as he could - a blessing, really, because Sanji was tortured by what he was missing out on by being dead.
“How can you sit here, staring out over the water, when there are three perfect beauties lounging nearly naked on the lawn?” Sanji bemoaned.
Shirtless, Zoro sat on the figurehead in Luffy’s usual spot, leaning back on his elbows, the wind ruffling his short hair. Heat rose in a glimmer on the decks of the Sunny. The sun crackled high overhead in the crystalline sky. Franky had crafted a small pool on deck and Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper’s whoops of splashing laughter echoed in the air.
Sweat glistened on Zoro’s torso, on his forehead, and on his upper lip. His eyelids drooped at half-mast as he gazed over the water. He looked at peace.
Sanji sighed forlornly and sank down beside Zoro on the figurehead. “You know, this is not how I imagined my afterlife would be. Actually, I don’t know what I imagined, but it certainly wasn’t this.”
A gull skimmed the water’s surface, wingtips raising glittering droplets as it flew by.
“I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”
A serene smile tilted Zoro’s lips. Sanji wanted to smack it off, if only it would get Zoro to fight him. “It’s driving me nuts not having you dishing my shit right back. What little respect I had for you was based on your standing up to me, not your crappy swordsmanship. Now that you’re not doing it any more, it’s like… a part of me is missing.”
Sanji looked down at his legless body and laughed mirthlessly. “I guess a part of me is.”
It wasn’t what he’d meant, though, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know it. He poked his finger against Zoro’s side, watching it pass right into him. “Bastard.”
A school of fish jumped beside the ship. Their scales reflected rainbows in the sun.
“If you changed your balance to the ball of your left foot, you’d get more torque with that move,” Sanji commented from his position on the sidelines, as Zoro pivoted and struck with his blades again.
An earlier rain had slicked the ground and droplets sparkled on the fronds that arched over the jungle. Waning sunlight filtered through the canopy, and spongy green moss grew on the pale trunks of the trees. Knee-high brittle grass was trampled under Zoro’s heavy boots. The giant, black jaguar’s roar silenced the local wildlife in fear.
Zoro leapt backwards out of reach of the jaguar’s claws and his heels slid in the mud when he landed. Rearing upright, the jaguar was as tall as a mizzen mast. Saliva dripped from sharp incisors the size of Zoro. Its claws sheared the trees into pieces with a single swipe.
The jaguar had thought Zoro was prey who’d been wandering lost through the jungle on Gato Isle. Sanji felt sorry for the jaguar for the assumption. Zoro had drawn only two katanas - to him, the fight was play.
Zoro ducked another claw swing and then charged forward with a predatory smile on his face. The jaguar howled when Zoro’s blades struck. Blood spurted from its wounds.
“Your back is wide open, idiot.” Sanji smothered the regret and anxiousness he felt not being able to join in the fight. He was the one who was supposed to fill those open spaces.
The jaguar snapped at Zoro and Zoro blocked its pointed teeth with crossed blades. The jaguar roared again in Zoro’s face. Zoro turned his head with a wrinkle of his nose. “Ugh. Cat breath.”
The jaguar swept its paw at Zoro’s feet, sending Zoro tumbling. “Stupid swordsman, pay attention!” Sanji sniped.
Zoro landed on his back with an audible “Oof!” and stared up at the jaguar as if he didn’t know what had happened. “Shit.” He rolled quickly and the jaguar’s claws slammed into the earth where Zoro had been.
Zoro scrambled to his feet. Mud streaked his clothes and bare forearms. Bits of broken grass stuck to his back. He flipped over another paw-swipe and then used the momentum to put some distance between him and the jaguar. “Okay. That’s enough of this,” Zoro said.
Getting serious, Zoro drew Wadou and clamped her between his teeth. The faded tie knotted around the hilt was frayed at the edges and missing a length on the thinner side. Zoro crouched like the jaguar, preparing to attack.
The jaguar roared and leapt. Zoro sprang and met the enormous beast midair. A ray of sunlight glinted on the three edges of Zoro’s blades. The jungle around them went suddenly silent.
Zoro landed nimbly on the other side of the jaguar and sheathed the two katanas in his hands. The jaguar seemed to hang in the air for an infinite minute. Zoro took Wadou from between his lips and slid her into her sheath. Dead, the jaguar plummeted to the earth with a boom that shook the trees. Birds took off in noisy flight.
A grin played over Zoro’s lips. “It wasn’t that impressive, marimo,” Sanji scoffed. Zoro grabbed the deceased jaguar’s tail - Zoro knew better than to kill an animal and leave it to rot, when it could be used for food - and looked around. Sanji pointed. “Harbor’s that way.”
Naturally, Zoro went in the other direction.
With an exasperated sigh, Sanji followed. He’d come to the conclusion that Zoro’s brain was too small to include an internal compass. If Zoro hadn’t been able to take care of himself his getting lost constantly would’ve been a problem as he wandered into dangerous situations. Instead, it was merely an annoying quirk that Sanji would’ve fixed by tying a leash between Zoro and the Sunny, had he known he was going to be stuck following the directionally challenged moron everywhere.
Dragging the jaguar’s body, Zoro cut a swath through the jungle, flattening grass and knocking down trees when the jaguar’s massive shoulders got stuck between the trunks. Shadows lengthened as the sun sank lower in the sky. Night insects hummed as they emerged. Zoro’s stomach rumbled audibly, and he plucked a heavy yellow fruit from a vine as he walked past and bit into it. Juice dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Pig,” Sanji commented absently, wondering what the fruit was and how it tasted. He couldn’t remember how most things tasted anymore. He still had knowledge of sweet, sour, or spicy ingredients, but their flavor had faded from his memory. It was depressing and he tried not to let it bother him. “You should pick some of that fruit for Jess.”
Zoro used to bring Sanji new fruits or legumes he’d found while wandering (lost) on a new island all the time. “Found a whole bunch of these,” he’d say and dump an armful in the sink or on the galley table before clomping off.
“Yeah, well, I don’t appreciate it,” Sanji would call after him, though Sanji actually appreciated it a lot. However, he’d never let Zoro know it.
Zoro never brought Jess anything thoughtful like that. Animals he’d killed in a fight that he couldn’t avoid were the closest things to gifts he’d give her. It made Sanji think that Zoro had liked him more.
Sanji cut a glance at Zoro. Could Zoro have liked him more? Zoro wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist before taking another huge bite of fruit. Sanji felt a little strange, like he wanted to preen and to flee at the same time.
Zoro perked up and Sanji was glad for the distraction when they emerged from the jungle into a man-made clearing. Teepees rose tall in the clearing, covered in painted animal skins. Wearing thin pelts, men and women with dark skin and dark braids worked in the central open area, cutting wood, grinding flour, or stringing traps. Young children streaked nakedly through the camp, screaming and chasing each other.
Zoro tossed the fruit core away and yanked the jaguar into the clearing. He raised his hand in greeting. “Hello!”
Heads turned in Zoro’s direction and the men picked up sharp spears or reached for the knives strapped to their thighs. Zoro seemed oblivious to, or didn’t care about, their arming themselves. “Is the harbor around here?” he asked.
Sanji floated closer to Zoro as the natives began pointing and chattering excitedly. “I’ll laugh if you end up in their stew pot.”
A handful of the men came closer, but they weren’t looking at Zoro. The dead jaguar had their full attention. Three older male children pushed through the group, stopped short, and gaped. “Woah!” the shortest exclaimed.
Zoro looked bemused. He held out the tail towards them. “You guys want it?”
One of the adult men tentatively took the tail from Zoro. He exchanged excited glances with his companions, looked at the jaguar, and then turned towards the camp. He lifted the tail in the air. “Jaguaro inoperante!”
A loud cheer rose from the natives and they began crowding around Zoro and the jaguar. Zoro received hardy slaps on the back and a few hugs. Looking slightly confused, he let them drag him into the center of the camp.
A man with gray in his braids and wearing a beaded headband stepped out of a teepee. His bare chest and arms were peppered with silvery scars. “Elder! Elder! Jaguaro inoperante!” a thrilled child called.
“Oh?” The Elder’s gravelly voice matched his weathered face. He studied the dead jaguar, which had been dragged into the camp, then turned to Zoro. “You kill Jaguaro?”
“The cat?” Zoro glanced over his shoulder at the animal and shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”
“What is name, stranger?” the Elder said.
“Zoro.”
Elder turned to his people and held out his arms in praise. “O amigo Zoro matou Jaguaro. Nós estamos livres!”
“AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI!” The cheer was deafening. Impromptu dancing took place among the natives. Zoro put his hand on the hilt of a katana when he was grabbed, but then relaxed his guard when he was hoisted harmlessly in the air and paraded around the camp.
“He’s going to be insufferable after this,” Sanji said, watching, amused, as Zoro laughed.
The natives threw a feast together in celebration, while Zoro regaled them with the tale of the jaguar’s defeat. A bonfire was lit as the sun went down and the celebration continued. Men and women put on beads and symbolically painted their faces with smashed berries. Zoro had his face painted with a line of red dots crossing over his nose beneath his eyes and another line of dots over his eyebrows.
Sanji floated near the spit where jaguar meat was cooking and pretended to be a part of the festivities. Zoro relaxed with a group of hunters, his head bent close to one with blue beads entwined in his braided hair, talking animatedly. Writhing shadows splashed against the sides of the teepees as dancing men circled the bonfire to a throbbing drum beat. Children shrieked while reenacting Zoro’s fight with the jaguar, embellishing wildly. Giggling young women shoved each other lightly until one would bring another gourd of alcohol to Zoro.
“My apologies for my companion’s boorish behavior, sweet ladies,” Sanji cooed when, one after another, the rebuffed women returned. “I would never turn away your luscious charms.”
The party went late into the night, and Zoro was shown to his own teepee by a buxom beauty that he chased away when she tried to follow him inside. Sanji phased through the teepee wall as Zoro dropped the door flaps. “You do know what she was offering, don’t you?” Sanji said in disbelief. “Or are you so stupid that a woman would have to sit on your cock before you understood?”
Candlelight flickered against the tanned interior of the teepee. A bed of soft pelts nested off to one side. Melted candle wax puddled at the base of the candle on an upturned crate. A gourd-shaped pitcher of water stood next to a hand-carved bowl on the makeshift table. A small rag sat inside the bowl.
Zoro stripped off his shirt and set his katanas on the packed earth beside the bed furs. One of his boots sailed through Sanji’s body when he tossed it over his shoulder. “Oi! Watch where you’re throwing things,” Sanji griped, moving across the teepee. He crossed his arms and hovered by the crate as Zoro poured water into the bowl. “The others are going to wonder where you are, you know. You were supposed to be on mid watch tonight.”
Zoro wrung out the wet rag and began washing. The drums still beat a heady rhythm outside.
“It was a good party, don’t you think?” Sanji said, watching Zoro run the rag over his bare arms and chest. Zoro’s skin glistened damply in the candlelight. “I would’ve cooked the jaguar differently, maybe cut it up into chunks and made shish-ka-bobs.”
Zoro dropped the rag in the bowl. Water splashed over the edge. He pulled off his haramaki and pants.
“You could’ve stayed out there.” Sanji didn’t want Zoro to go to bed yet. He wanted to pretend just a bit longer. “Maybe you would’ve found a girl to your tastes. I’m sure there’s some girl here who can open bottles with her teeth, scratches in public, and is able to lift an elephant over her head.”
Sanji averted his eyes when Zoro became intimate with the wash rag. “It sounds like your true love, doesn’t it? And she’s probably out there, waiting for you to grunt in her direction.”
The door flaps parted and the candle flickered wildly. Zoro glanced over his shoulder at the intruder, uncaring of his bare ass. It was Blue Beads from the fire circle. Blue Beads’ slightly bucked teeth gleamed whitely against his dark skin when he grinned. He turned and laced the door shut.
Sanji snorted. “You must not be that great of a hero, marimo, if you have to have a roommate.”
Zoro ran the wet rag down his legs. Blue Beads approached him from behind as he straightened. There was a strange gleam in Blue Beads’ eyes that set Sanji on edge. “Uh, Zoro, you might want to…”
Zoro dropped the rag in the bowl as Blue Beads slid his arms around Zoro’s waist. Sanji’s jaw fell when Zoro leaned back against Blue Beads and tilted his head. Blue Beads sucked a kiss on the tanned length of neck exposed.
Holy shit! Sanji couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d thought Zoro was asexual, or maybe a virgin or something. He hadn’t expected this!
Zoro turned in the embrace, wrapped his hand behind Blue Beads’ neck, and pulled him into a kiss. Sanji gaped. How could he not know that Zoro liked men? It wasn’t an easy secret to keep on a ship, Sanji knew from experience from living on the Baratie. Sure, Sanji wasn’t privy to Zoro’s deepest secrets, but he’d thought they were closer than strangers. And that’s what it felt like to Sanji, seeing a stranger wearing Zoro’s skin, tugging at the knot of Blue Beads’ loincloth.
Blue Beads was hard, and Zoro was getting that way. They sank down onto the bed furs.
“You could’ve told me!” Sanji found his powers of speech and wished he could find his feet, too. He really wanted to kick Zoro’s ass. “We’re nakama, you shit swordsman. I deserve to know something like this!”
But why? a little voice asked. Sanji had made it no secret that he was all about the ladies, and he’d made millions of needling comments about Zoro’s prowess, or lack thereof. Too stupid to chat up a girl; too ill-mannered to attract a woman; too inept to visit a brothel - Sanji belittled Zoro every chance he could. But that was how they interacted. And for more than a year Sanji had been a ghost following Zoro around and Zoro had never indicated he preferred men. Zoro hadn’t been with anyone but his hand since Sanji had died. Until now.
Blue Beads covered Zoro on the bed furs, his skin looking even darker against Zoro’s body. Zoro’s bent knee pressed against Blue Beads’ hip as Blue Beads ground against Zoro. They kissed hungrily, wetly, and finally broke apart for air. Breathing heavily, Blue Beads slipped two fingers into Zoro’s mouth. Zoro’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked on them.
Sanji watched, angry and hurt, as Blue Beads’ fingers left Zoro’s mouth slicked with saliva. Blue Beads bent his head to kiss Zoro again as he lowered his hand between them. Zoro moaned in the back of his throat and Sanji’s hands clenched into fists.
Something vile and spiteful uncoiled in Sanji and acid dripped from his tongue. “Fucking sodomite. You should be hanged for your unnatural perversion.”
Blue Beads shifted his hips and Zoro broke the kiss with a guttural sound. His face turned towards Sanji, his features twisted in the best kind of pain.
Sanji whipped around and flew out of the teepee. He wanted to keep going, but the stupid tether wouldn’t let him. He flitted angrily back and forth outside the teepee. How could Zoro do this? How could he let some horse-toothed guy fuck him? Zoro hadn’t even told Sanji that he liked men and yet he could lay there like a two-beli whore with a complete stranger. It proved how little regard Zoro had had for Sanji, that Zoro could trust someone he didn’t even know - expose himself so basely - and not drop a fucking hint to the man he’d lived side-by-side with, fought with, laughed with, mourned with; who’d battled back-to-back with him, sung bawdy sea chanteys with him, gotten drunk with him, cleaned up puke with him, dreamed with him, loved him...
Sanji drew up short and blinked hard. Oh, fuck. He loved Zoro. He loved Zoro. The dark churning inside him wasn’t disgust, it was jealousy. Laughter bubbled from Sanji, and the cynical sound stung his ears. He loved Zoro. He was also dead.
Hello, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, the ghost. I can’t see or talk to him, and don’t even know that he’s there. It’s the perfect relationship.
Sanji laughed long and hard and wondered why it felt like he’d died all over again.
Part Two
Pairing: Sanji x Zoro, Other x Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post Enies Lobby/Pre-Thriller Bark
Notes: Thank you metal_dog5 and bronzetigress for the betaing. Also, for those of you who followed my Buffy fics, this title is similar to one I used in that fandom, minus an 'A'. /sheepish
Word Count: 15,000
Part One/ Two
Summary: “I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”
A howl of anguished rage vaulted Sanji into consciousness. He bolted upright from his slump against the wall, his head jerking in the direction of the sound. The lanterns swung on their hooks with the rough rocking of the ship, causing shadows to writhe in the narrow passageway. Dark blood splattered the wood planks and splintered chunks were hacked into the walls and floor. The boom of cannon fire reverberated within the ship.
Sanji rose and moved hurriedly down the passage. He didn’t recall being knocked unconscious, so he had no idea how long he’d been out of the fight. He cursed himself for his ineptitude. The Straw Hats’ vicious encounter with the Black Breath Pirates needed every crewmember at top form. One slip-up could mean death.
The Black Breaths’ ship, The Shroud, shuddered under the impact of a cannonball and the passageway tilted precariously. Sanji picked up speed, gliding swiftly down the corridor. The barrage of fire from the Thousand Sunny would soon sink The Shroud. As soon as he made sure no one needed his help, he’d abandon ship.
The Sunny’s cannon boomed. The Shroud rocked wildly and, from an open hatch, a severed head bounced into the corridor. It was the Black Breaths’ first mate, his dead face frozen in shock. Sanji recognized the clean slice of the first mate’s neck as Zoro’s work. It meant Zoro was probably one death up on Sanji. Damn it. They’d been tied before they’d come below deck and had gotten separated, and Sanji hadn’t met any more of the enemy yet. Sanji would have to find a straggler and even the score before returning to the Sunny, if Luffy had left any onboard for him to find.
The head rolled down the passageway as the ship shook again. Sanji glanced into the room where the head had come from and saw Zoro kneeling on the floor, his back to Sanji, with two of his katanas discarded with surprising carelessness around him. Wadou curved from Zoro’s mouth, the blade’s edge stained crimson. The first mate’s corpse lay half under a table, bleeding out onto fallen maps and charts.
Sanji hid his concern that Zoro was injured with a smirk. “Oi, marimo, what’s taking so long?” Sanji said from the doorway. “The ship’s about to sink and you’re sitting on your ass.”
To emphasize his words, a cannonball exploded into the room, sending splinters flying. Sanji ducked and tried not to be hit with the sharp wood projectiles. Zoro gathered his katanas, though not nearly as quickly as he should. “Hurry up, idiot!” Sanji yelled, as an ominous crack echoed through the ship. The keel had broken.
The tilted passageway lurched around Sanji and a great rush of water came pouring inside. “Shit.” Spinning around, Sanji hurried back up the corridor, keeping ahead of the water flowing in. Some of the lanterns fell from their hooks as the ship began breaking apart, their flames extinguishing when they rolled down the sloping passageway and into the rising water. Through an open doorway, he spotted a ladder leading upwards to a hatch and called behind him, “This way!”
Sanji darted into the room as the ship lurched again. The hatch overhead swung open and a wave of water poured through the hole. Washed-in fish floundered on the floor and were swept into the hallway, bumping into Zoro’s feet as he walked past the room.
“Zoro!” Sanji shouted, but Zoro didn’t return. Sanji ground his teeth. Only Zoro could get lost in a straight hallway.
Sanji rushed out of the room to find the brain-dead lug. Luckily, Zoro hadn’t gotten far. Further up the corridor, Zoro stood staring down at a shadowed body slumped against the wall. The dimness didn’t hide the agony twisting Zoro’s features. Fear and worry sprang up in Sanji. Something was horribly, horribly wrong.
“Didn’t you hear me, dumbass?” Sanji said, closing in on Zoro. “There’s a way out over…” Sanji trailed to a whisper as the nearby lantern unhooked from the wall. Its descent seemed to be in slow motion, making its flame bring light over the body on the floor for an infinite moment.
The body was him.
“…here.” The glass surrounding the flame shattered when it hit the floor and the flame snuffed out. Disbelief stunned Sanji. That couldn’t be him. He was standing right here. It had to be someone who simply resembled him and that was the reason why Zoro dropped to his knees.
Sanji had to stop this. He went to grab Zoro by the shoulder, to reassure Zoro that he was alive - only, Sanji’s hand passed right through Zoro. Holy shit.
“No, no, no. Zoro, that’s not me.” Sanji swiped at Zoro’s shoulder, back, and head and each time his hands passed right through Zoro. “That’s not me.” Sanji’s voice rose in panic. “It’s not me. Zoro! I’m right here! Look at me!”
But Zoro didn’t acknowledge Sanji at all. Alarm shook Sanji. Why couldn’t Zoro hear him? Sanji stared at the body that wasn’t him on the floor. “It doesn’t even look like me, stupid! Can’t you tell the-” Sanji looked down at his real self and the words jammed in his throat. He had no legs. He had no legs. His body ended at his waist with a dissipating haze that resembled cigarette smoke. “I’m- but-” Sanji couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be. It was impossible. There was no way he was a ghost.
“I…” Shock robbed Sanji of the ability to say or do anything more. He watched in strange detachment as Zoro lifted a shaking hand and touched the corpse’s face. The destruction of the ship around them didn’t cover the anguished noise that ripped suddenly from Zoro’s throat. Zoro slid his hand behind the corpse’s neck and yanked it into a tight embrace. The corpse’s arms hung limply, its legs crumpled beneath it. Zoro rocked back and forth, his face buried in the crook of the corpse’s neck, grief breaking him apart in front of Sanji’s eyes. Wracking sobs scraped the walls of the corridor. Sanji felt hollow inside.
The corridor tipped sharply as the ship shuddered with a last cry and started its final descent. Zoro and the corpse slid into the rising water. It jolted Zoro visibly, and he leapt to his feet, scooped the corpse into his arms, and ran topside.
Nami, Robin, and Chopper were fighting with the few remaining Black Breath Pirates on the Sunny’s deck when Zoro jumped the divide between the ships. “Gomu gomu no bazooka!” Luffy’s shout echoed across the water as his own battle neared its climax onboard The Shroud. The blue sky and bright sunlight overhead seemed odd to Sanji. A light breeze made the Straw Hats’ flag wave on the mast.
“Oh, no! Sanji’s hurt!” Chopper gasped. He poofed into Guard Point, knocking over the pirate he was fighting with the sudden body mass change. “Someone get a doctor!”
“You are the doctor,” Sanji murmured, gliding numbly behind Zoro. Zoro didn’t say anything, walking past Chopper as if he weren’t there.
“Wait, I am the doctor. Eh-heh-heh-heh.” Chopper called after Zoro, “Bring him to the infirmary. I’ll be right there. Heavy point!”
The noise of the ending battle diminished vastly upon entering the infirmary. Zoro carried the corpse to the medical cot and laid it down carefully. Sanji watched while Zoro adjusted the corpse’s clothes, straightening its tie and smoothing its shirt collar. Sanji’s numbness swiftly flared into anger. He wanted to kick Zoro for acting so tenderly. Zoro should be giving Sanji shit for dying, calling him weak and threatening to kill him for allowing it to happen (even though he was already dead).
“Fucking wimp,” Sanji snarled. “What are you doing? Stop it. Stop acting like this!” Sanji could tell by the tight line of Zoro’s jaw and the tenseness of his shoulders that Zoro was barely holding himself together. Multiple streaks ran through the blood drying on his cut face, from his earlier tears.
Chopper burst into the infirmary. “Okay. I’m here. Do you know what happened?”
Zoro jerked his hand away from the corpse and took a step back. Sanji winced at the rawness of Zoro’s response. “He’s dead.”
“Dead?” Chopper paused mid-reach for the stepstool, his eyes growing huge. He shook his head hard, dragged the stool over to the cot, and started his examination. “No, Sanji can’t be dead. His constitution is on par with yours. You just think he’s dead because he’s not moving, is unresponsive, and doesn’t have a pulse…”
Chopper’s eyes widened again and he began frantically searching for the corpse’s heartbeat. Zoro turned on his heel and left the infirmary. Sanji had the macabre desire to stay and see everyone’s reaction to his death, but the pull to follow Zoro was too strong.
Luffy was back on the Sunny, cleaning up the remainder of the Black Breath Pirates by pitching them overboard. Rowboats carrying survivors paddled swiftly away. Franky and Usopp emerged from below deck smudged with soot from manning the cannons. Nami grinned at Robin as two hands grew from the rail of the ship, grabbed a Black Breath straggler, and tossed him overboard.
Ignoring everyone, Zoro jumped up into the rigging and climbed to the crow’s nest. Sanji found it disconcerting to be freely rising in the air and phasing through the crow’s nest floor. His mind reeled again. He was dead? He didn’t remember that happening. He remembered going below deck on The Shroud and being separated from Zoro. Then, suddenly, he’d heard the pained, raging howl - Zoro’s, he realized now - and rushed to see what was wrong. He didn’t recall anything happening between those events let alone dying and he thought that would’ve been damned memorable. It had to be a trick of some sort.
Sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the crow’s nest and Zoro’s weight sets cast obscure shadows on the floor. Zoro banged shut one of the storage compartments hidden in the bench seat that curved beneath the windows and opened another. “Hey, moron, I’m right here!” Sanji yelled and swatted his hands through Zoro’s head. But Zoro continued searching through the storage compartment, oblivious to Sanji. “What are you looking for so intently that you’re ignoring- Is that my tie?”
Zoro let the compartment door fall shut and sank down on the seat. He stared at the tie he held in his hand. The tie was bright blue with thin black pin-striping. Sanji loved that tie and was none too happy when it had gone missing. “What the hell are you doing with my tie, asshole?” Sanji pivoted to kick only to be vividly reminded that he had no legs. The stark reality of it hit him hard.
He was dead.
A stifled sob tore roughly from Zoro. Zoro clasped his hands together, the tie dangling between them, and pressed his bowed forehead against his knuckles. His lips were curled in a snarl, as if he were trying to scare off his grief.
Grief was a stronger monster, however, and Zoro released a sudden howl that rattled the walls. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the nearest weight, and threw it violently. The window shattered and the weight went sailing. Zoro grabbed another one and threw it, then another and another. He knocked the stand over and then ripped the hand weight pegs off the wall, all the while roaring wordlessly in anguish.
Sanji rose up through the ceiling of the crow’s nest, needing to get away from the destructiveness of Zoro’s grief. He could still hear it, though, and he covered his ears futilely.
Far below, Sanji saw Luffy burst out of the infirmary, run to the rail, and scream at the top of his lungs. “SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNJJJJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!”
A female wail joined Luffy’s scream, rising from the open infirmary door, and Sanji was scraped raw. “Nami-san…”
Usopp stumbled from the infirmary and collapsed in a bawling heap on the deck.
“Why is this happening?!” Undirected rage swept over Sanji. He shook his fist at the clear blue sky, railing against the unfairness. “I didn’t deserve this! I haven’t found All Blue yet! I have to make dinner still! Who’s going to cook for them now? How could this have happened to me? I’m too good of a fighter! I still haven’t won over Nami-san’s heart! My nakama need me! Why?! Why did this happen?! I don’t want to be dead! I can’t be dead! I’m too young to die!”
Sanji’s screams of protest had no effect and he wound down with a strong desire to cry. No tears came, however, and Sanji stared miserably out over the Grand Line. Eventually, Zoro stopped tearing apart the crow’s nest and Sanji could no longer hear his other nakama’s mourning cries. The silence didn’t ease the depression that pressed down on him.
Sanji gazed out over the open sea, arms wrapped around himself. The Black Breath rowboats were tiny spots in the distance, bobbing under the sun.
Days passed. Sanji’s funeral was held with stifled sobs and shaky goodbyes. Zoro stood like a statue away from everyone else, his dry eyes fixed on a point on the horizon, never once glancing at Sanji’s sheet-wrapped corpse as it was cast into the sea. Guilt and self-loathing weighed on Sanji as he was forced to watch his nakama suffer. He felt useless, unable to be seen or heard, unable to touch in comfort. Unable to do anything but curse his own stupidity and ineptitude that got him killed and caused those he cared most about be in constant pain.
Selfishly, he wanted to go so he no longer had to witness them hurting. He was grateful to Franky for taking care of everyone and everything while they grieved. Franky hadn’t known Sanji long enough to be affected as much as the others, but Sanji caught a glimpse of him wiping away tears on occasion.
Sanji seemed tethered to Zoro and couldn’t move very far from him and Zoro spent most of his time away from everyone else. Apart from his reaction on the first day, Zoro appeared not to care about Sanji’s death, but Sanji could see clearly that Zoro was taking it as hard as the others. Zoro didn’t nap, he hardly ate any of the food Franky prepared, and he locked himself in the repaired crow’s nest for hours on end, exercising non-stop.
“It wasn’t your fault, dumbass,” Sanji snapped at one point, as Zoro pushed himself at a grueling pace. “I’m the careless idiot who let himself get killed.”
Zoro continued lifting, sweat drenching his shirt, oblivious to Sanji’s words.
Sanji turned his eyes to the window and listened to the clink of Zoro’s weights as he watched the clouds float by.
The heavy pall of sadness slowly dissipated on the Sunny as weeks went by. Sanji felt relieved the first time Nami yelled at Luffy for splashing her when he fell overboard. Soon thereafter, Robin volunteered to take a turn at cooking. Chopper bandaged Usopp without questioning his ability as a doctor after Usopp’s new invention blew up. There was a backslide during the Straw Hats’ first battle without Sanji, but Zoro made it his purpose to fight for both of them and all the self-inflicted punishment paid off.
“I can’t believe you’re abusing my tie like that,” Sanji fumed as Zoro slaughtered the Knights and Bishops of the Checkmate pirate crew. Sanji’s blue tie with black pin-striping was knotted around the hilt of Wadou like a ribbon and Zoro was drooling all over it with the katana clasped in his mouth.
Zoro didn’t acknowledge Sanji, but Sanji had stopped expecting it. After raging against the unfairness, suffering through self-recrimination, and going as far as begging, he’d finally accepted his death. And now that he knew his nakama would be fine, he was okay with leaving them. He was actually grateful for being given the opportunity to say goodbye.
Time healed the crew as much as they’d ever heal. Sanji observed them invisibly and with only a touch of despondency. He couldn’t fault them for finding happiness again.
But as months continued to pass, irritation and mind-numbing boredom set in. Being a ghost wasn’t much fun. As tempting as it was, he’d never sully Nami-san and Robin-chan’s purity by spying on the girls in their own cabin. He was tied to Zoro, anyway, and could only get so far away before the pull to return was too strong to resist - and resist he’d tried until he felt like he was coming unraveled at the seams. He could only guess it was because Zoro had found his body and that had connected them somehow. It was like Sanji’s worst nightmare come to life, or death as the case may be.
“And it’s back to the crow’s nest for more training.” Sanji phased through the floor with an aggravated sigh as Zoro climbed through the hatch. Sunset painted the interior of the crow’s nest in red and gold. Robin unfolded her legs, rose from her seat on the curved bench, and tucked her book under her arm. “Robin-chwan! Please stay and let me gaze upon your beauty instead of watching this ugly brute lift weights again.”
“Good evening, Zoro,” Robin said, not hearing Sanji’s plea.
Zoro grunted. “You’d better hurry before Luffy eats your dinner.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your book.” Robin handed the book to Zoro. “I learned several things that I didn’t know about previously.”
“No, it’s fine,” Zoro said with a weird catch in his voice. He stared at the book cover.
Sanji glided closer and peered over Zoro’s shoulder. He sputtered in laughter. “‘Dining Etiquette’?!”
Robin descended from the crow’s next, closing the hatch behind her. Zoro blinked hard at the thump of the hatch and his knuckles whitened around the edges of the book. He walked over to the bench seat, opened one of his storage compartments, and buried the book deep inside.
Sanji was still laughing as Zoro began lifting weights. “I can’t believe you have a book on table manners,” he sniggered. “Obviously, you never read it as evidenced by your barbarian behavior at dinner.”
The hatch creaked when it opened and Sanji whirled like a top, hands clutched to his chest. “Mellorine! Has Robin-chwan sent you to soothe my eyes?”
“Zoro, I need to speak to you,” Nami said.
Keeping watch out the windows, Zoro didn’t stop lifting his weights. “What do you want?”
Sanji wished he was still able to kick. “Oi, shit swordsman, you could be more polite.”
“Um…” Nami appeared reluctant and Sanji was immediately concerned. He floated over to her. “Luffy and I had a talk today, and we decided we need to bring another cook onto the crew.”
“You what?!” Zoro exclaimed, and Sanji reared back. He’d known this day was coming, but it was still a blow. Zoro stared disbelievingly at Nami. “You can’t do that.”
“We have to.” Nami spread her hands in appeasement. “Robin and Franky don’t have the training to keep doing it.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
“Zoro, you don’t know how to cook.”
“I’ve watched Sanji enough. I could do it,” Zoro said, shoving his hand weights onto the rack.
Sanji snorted. “Cooking is not easy for someone who has a brain. For you, it’d be impossible.”
“Zoro-”
“No!” Zoro cut Nami off, hands bunching into fists. His face was red with anger. “I don’t want some stranger messing around in Sanji’s galley. He’d hate that.”
It was true; Sanji recoiled from the thought of anyone new using his kitchen.
“It’s been seven months, Zoro,” Nami said, taking a step towards Zoro. She laid her hand on his arm. “He wouldn’t want us to go on like this.”
Zoro jerked away. “I don’t see you starving.”
Nami sighed. “Luffy’s going to start looking for someone at the next port.”
“Whatever. Do what you want. You will anyway.” Zoro stalked over to the weight rack and stiffly loaded a bar with more weight.
Nami looked pained. She pressed her lips tightly together and left the crow’s nest.
Sanji was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it. “She’s right. You need a new cook. Robin-chan and Franky do a marvelous job, but you need someone with experience to make sure there’s a proper balance of nutrition so no one gets sick.”
Zoro swung his arm out suddenly, violently knocking the circular weight disks across the room. “Damn it!”
The weight disks cracked the wall but didn’t break through. Zoro collapsed onto the bench seat and buried his face in his hands. Sanji floated closer, reached out, hesitated, and then ran his ghostly fingers over Zoro’s bowed head. “Idiot,” he said quietly. “You have to let me go.”
As usual, Zoro didn’t listen.
“Zoro, will you help me?” Chopper’s shy question roused Zoro and stirred Sanji’s interest. Fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, shading the deck from the bright sun. White caps crested the waves, breaking against the Sunny’s hull. It was a beautiful day, and Sanji was bored out of his mind. It was pushing a year since he’d become a ghost and he was tired of it. Why was he still around, haunting Zoro? What usefulness did he have as a ghost? Most importantly, why couldn’t he smoke to keep his hands busy? He was wearing a shirt and a vest, so why couldn’t he make cigarettes appear? It was so unfair.
Sitting up, Zoro yawned and rubbed the sleep tears from his eyes. “Sure,” he told Chopper
“You will?” Chopper brightened and clapped. “I’m not happy at all that you agreed, bastard.”
Zoro rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet. He picked up his katanas, leaning against the ship’s rail, and slid them into the loop on his pants. Sanji’s tie knotted around Wadou fluttered in the breeze. “What do you need?”
“I’ve read about a new technique for immobilizing broken bones in the book that I picked up in Anglerton,” Chopper explained, leading the way. “I’d like to try it out and see how it works.”
Shoulders tensing, Zoro hesitated in the doorway of the infirmary before entering. Sanji slipped through the conjoining door to the galley and gazed longingly at his appliances. He missed cooking almost as much as he missed interacting with his nakama.
He stayed in the galley until his happy memories of cooking became melancholy. He floated into the infirmary and found Zoro immobilized on the medical cot. Zoro’s arms and legs were covered in gauze and Chopper was wrapping Zoro’s limbs in wet, paste-coated strips of cloth.
“Certain plants are difficult to find because they only grow in a few areas because of the climate,” Chopper rambled as he worked. Zoro appeared attentive, which piqued Sanji’s curiosity. “I prefer making my own medicines, but sometimes I can’t because of the scarcity of ingredients. Sometimes I have to purchase the ingredients and it’s expensive. Denbel is the most expensive that I’ve had to buy so far. It cost over four hundred beli! Nami wasn’t happy giving me the money, eh-heh-heh.”
“Come to me if she doesn’t give you enough,” Zoro said. “I’ll give you my share.”
“Don’t say that, asshole!” Chopper blushed brightly and danced on the stepstool. “I don’t like it when people are nice to me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro brushed off his kindness. “Tell me more about these medicines of yours. Why would you make them when you can buy them?”
“You don’t know the quality of the ingredients if you buy them,” Chopper said informatively, continuing to wrap Zoro in paste-bandages. “You don’t know the measurements of the ingredients, either. One extra teaspoon of something could mean the difference between a curative and a poison!”
The conversation continued on, with Chopper doing most of the talking, and Sanji realized that Zoro was acting brotherly towards Chopper. Sanji was surprised. Zoro hardly interacted with the crew so far as he’d observed. He couldn’t really remember Zoro ever doing it when Sanji was alive, or at least Sanji hadn’t paid attention. He didn’t know what had brought it on, but it raised Zoro up a notch in Sanji’s eyes.
Something changed with Zoro after that day. Zoro’s mind-numbing routine of training, eating, and sleeping became peppered with events that made a lingering tension over the Sunny disappear. Sanji hadn’t known that the tension was there until it had gone. The smiles of his nakama were a little brighter, their laughter merrier, and the chaos raised to ship-shaking levels like it used to be.
The difference in Zoro, though, was staggering. Zoro pretended to be asleep and allowed Luffy his fun whenever Luffy played games with Zoro as the target. He let Usopp demonstrate his inventions even though it was obvious the results would be disastrous. He volunteered to help Franky when the ship needed repairs and always helped Robin when she asked. It pissed Sanji off more now that Zoro still treated Nami like crap since he knew Zoro had the capability to be nice.
Then one day while they were in port, Zoro loomed behind Nami as she haggled with a particularly nasty vendor and Nami walked away with twice the amount of food for the asking price.
Sanji reluctantly admitted after that, that Zoro was an okay guy. But he couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s attitude adjustment bothered him so much.
The new cook was a slip of a thing with breasts that Sanji could get lost in. She also had a braying laugh and the ability to fell a man four times her size with a vial of one of the hand-mixed spices she wore on a bandoleer crossing her chest. Sanji liked Jess immediately, and that was before he’d seen her cooking. Zoro avoided her as much as he could - a blessing, really, because Sanji was tortured by what he was missing out on by being dead.
“How can you sit here, staring out over the water, when there are three perfect beauties lounging nearly naked on the lawn?” Sanji bemoaned.
Shirtless, Zoro sat on the figurehead in Luffy’s usual spot, leaning back on his elbows, the wind ruffling his short hair. Heat rose in a glimmer on the decks of the Sunny. The sun crackled high overhead in the crystalline sky. Franky had crafted a small pool on deck and Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper’s whoops of splashing laughter echoed in the air.
Sweat glistened on Zoro’s torso, on his forehead, and on his upper lip. His eyelids drooped at half-mast as he gazed over the water. He looked at peace.
Sanji sighed forlornly and sank down beside Zoro on the figurehead. “You know, this is not how I imagined my afterlife would be. Actually, I don’t know what I imagined, but it certainly wasn’t this.”
A gull skimmed the water’s surface, wingtips raising glittering droplets as it flew by.
“I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”
A serene smile tilted Zoro’s lips. Sanji wanted to smack it off, if only it would get Zoro to fight him. “It’s driving me nuts not having you dishing my shit right back. What little respect I had for you was based on your standing up to me, not your crappy swordsmanship. Now that you’re not doing it any more, it’s like… a part of me is missing.”
Sanji looked down at his legless body and laughed mirthlessly. “I guess a part of me is.”
It wasn’t what he’d meant, though, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know it. He poked his finger against Zoro’s side, watching it pass right into him. “Bastard.”
A school of fish jumped beside the ship. Their scales reflected rainbows in the sun.
“If you changed your balance to the ball of your left foot, you’d get more torque with that move,” Sanji commented from his position on the sidelines, as Zoro pivoted and struck with his blades again.
An earlier rain had slicked the ground and droplets sparkled on the fronds that arched over the jungle. Waning sunlight filtered through the canopy, and spongy green moss grew on the pale trunks of the trees. Knee-high brittle grass was trampled under Zoro’s heavy boots. The giant, black jaguar’s roar silenced the local wildlife in fear.
Zoro leapt backwards out of reach of the jaguar’s claws and his heels slid in the mud when he landed. Rearing upright, the jaguar was as tall as a mizzen mast. Saliva dripped from sharp incisors the size of Zoro. Its claws sheared the trees into pieces with a single swipe.
The jaguar had thought Zoro was prey who’d been wandering lost through the jungle on Gato Isle. Sanji felt sorry for the jaguar for the assumption. Zoro had drawn only two katanas - to him, the fight was play.
Zoro ducked another claw swing and then charged forward with a predatory smile on his face. The jaguar howled when Zoro’s blades struck. Blood spurted from its wounds.
“Your back is wide open, idiot.” Sanji smothered the regret and anxiousness he felt not being able to join in the fight. He was the one who was supposed to fill those open spaces.
The jaguar snapped at Zoro and Zoro blocked its pointed teeth with crossed blades. The jaguar roared again in Zoro’s face. Zoro turned his head with a wrinkle of his nose. “Ugh. Cat breath.”
The jaguar swept its paw at Zoro’s feet, sending Zoro tumbling. “Stupid swordsman, pay attention!” Sanji sniped.
Zoro landed on his back with an audible “Oof!” and stared up at the jaguar as if he didn’t know what had happened. “Shit.” He rolled quickly and the jaguar’s claws slammed into the earth where Zoro had been.
Zoro scrambled to his feet. Mud streaked his clothes and bare forearms. Bits of broken grass stuck to his back. He flipped over another paw-swipe and then used the momentum to put some distance between him and the jaguar. “Okay. That’s enough of this,” Zoro said.
Getting serious, Zoro drew Wadou and clamped her between his teeth. The faded tie knotted around the hilt was frayed at the edges and missing a length on the thinner side. Zoro crouched like the jaguar, preparing to attack.
The jaguar roared and leapt. Zoro sprang and met the enormous beast midair. A ray of sunlight glinted on the three edges of Zoro’s blades. The jungle around them went suddenly silent.
Zoro landed nimbly on the other side of the jaguar and sheathed the two katanas in his hands. The jaguar seemed to hang in the air for an infinite minute. Zoro took Wadou from between his lips and slid her into her sheath. Dead, the jaguar plummeted to the earth with a boom that shook the trees. Birds took off in noisy flight.
A grin played over Zoro’s lips. “It wasn’t that impressive, marimo,” Sanji scoffed. Zoro grabbed the deceased jaguar’s tail - Zoro knew better than to kill an animal and leave it to rot, when it could be used for food - and looked around. Sanji pointed. “Harbor’s that way.”
Naturally, Zoro went in the other direction.
With an exasperated sigh, Sanji followed. He’d come to the conclusion that Zoro’s brain was too small to include an internal compass. If Zoro hadn’t been able to take care of himself his getting lost constantly would’ve been a problem as he wandered into dangerous situations. Instead, it was merely an annoying quirk that Sanji would’ve fixed by tying a leash between Zoro and the Sunny, had he known he was going to be stuck following the directionally challenged moron everywhere.
Dragging the jaguar’s body, Zoro cut a swath through the jungle, flattening grass and knocking down trees when the jaguar’s massive shoulders got stuck between the trunks. Shadows lengthened as the sun sank lower in the sky. Night insects hummed as they emerged. Zoro’s stomach rumbled audibly, and he plucked a heavy yellow fruit from a vine as he walked past and bit into it. Juice dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Pig,” Sanji commented absently, wondering what the fruit was and how it tasted. He couldn’t remember how most things tasted anymore. He still had knowledge of sweet, sour, or spicy ingredients, but their flavor had faded from his memory. It was depressing and he tried not to let it bother him. “You should pick some of that fruit for Jess.”
Zoro used to bring Sanji new fruits or legumes he’d found while wandering (lost) on a new island all the time. “Found a whole bunch of these,” he’d say and dump an armful in the sink or on the galley table before clomping off.
“Yeah, well, I don’t appreciate it,” Sanji would call after him, though Sanji actually appreciated it a lot. However, he’d never let Zoro know it.
Zoro never brought Jess anything thoughtful like that. Animals he’d killed in a fight that he couldn’t avoid were the closest things to gifts he’d give her. It made Sanji think that Zoro had liked him more.
Sanji cut a glance at Zoro. Could Zoro have liked him more? Zoro wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist before taking another huge bite of fruit. Sanji felt a little strange, like he wanted to preen and to flee at the same time.
Zoro perked up and Sanji was glad for the distraction when they emerged from the jungle into a man-made clearing. Teepees rose tall in the clearing, covered in painted animal skins. Wearing thin pelts, men and women with dark skin and dark braids worked in the central open area, cutting wood, grinding flour, or stringing traps. Young children streaked nakedly through the camp, screaming and chasing each other.
Zoro tossed the fruit core away and yanked the jaguar into the clearing. He raised his hand in greeting. “Hello!”
Heads turned in Zoro’s direction and the men picked up sharp spears or reached for the knives strapped to their thighs. Zoro seemed oblivious to, or didn’t care about, their arming themselves. “Is the harbor around here?” he asked.
Sanji floated closer to Zoro as the natives began pointing and chattering excitedly. “I’ll laugh if you end up in their stew pot.”
A handful of the men came closer, but they weren’t looking at Zoro. The dead jaguar had their full attention. Three older male children pushed through the group, stopped short, and gaped. “Woah!” the shortest exclaimed.
Zoro looked bemused. He held out the tail towards them. “You guys want it?”
One of the adult men tentatively took the tail from Zoro. He exchanged excited glances with his companions, looked at the jaguar, and then turned towards the camp. He lifted the tail in the air. “Jaguaro inoperante!”
A loud cheer rose from the natives and they began crowding around Zoro and the jaguar. Zoro received hardy slaps on the back and a few hugs. Looking slightly confused, he let them drag him into the center of the camp.
A man with gray in his braids and wearing a beaded headband stepped out of a teepee. His bare chest and arms were peppered with silvery scars. “Elder! Elder! Jaguaro inoperante!” a thrilled child called.
“Oh?” The Elder’s gravelly voice matched his weathered face. He studied the dead jaguar, which had been dragged into the camp, then turned to Zoro. “You kill Jaguaro?”
“The cat?” Zoro glanced over his shoulder at the animal and shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”
“What is name, stranger?” the Elder said.
“Zoro.”
Elder turned to his people and held out his arms in praise. “O amigo Zoro matou Jaguaro. Nós estamos livres!”
“AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI-AI!” The cheer was deafening. Impromptu dancing took place among the natives. Zoro put his hand on the hilt of a katana when he was grabbed, but then relaxed his guard when he was hoisted harmlessly in the air and paraded around the camp.
“He’s going to be insufferable after this,” Sanji said, watching, amused, as Zoro laughed.
The natives threw a feast together in celebration, while Zoro regaled them with the tale of the jaguar’s defeat. A bonfire was lit as the sun went down and the celebration continued. Men and women put on beads and symbolically painted their faces with smashed berries. Zoro had his face painted with a line of red dots crossing over his nose beneath his eyes and another line of dots over his eyebrows.
Sanji floated near the spit where jaguar meat was cooking and pretended to be a part of the festivities. Zoro relaxed with a group of hunters, his head bent close to one with blue beads entwined in his braided hair, talking animatedly. Writhing shadows splashed against the sides of the teepees as dancing men circled the bonfire to a throbbing drum beat. Children shrieked while reenacting Zoro’s fight with the jaguar, embellishing wildly. Giggling young women shoved each other lightly until one would bring another gourd of alcohol to Zoro.
“My apologies for my companion’s boorish behavior, sweet ladies,” Sanji cooed when, one after another, the rebuffed women returned. “I would never turn away your luscious charms.”
The party went late into the night, and Zoro was shown to his own teepee by a buxom beauty that he chased away when she tried to follow him inside. Sanji phased through the teepee wall as Zoro dropped the door flaps. “You do know what she was offering, don’t you?” Sanji said in disbelief. “Or are you so stupid that a woman would have to sit on your cock before you understood?”
Candlelight flickered against the tanned interior of the teepee. A bed of soft pelts nested off to one side. Melted candle wax puddled at the base of the candle on an upturned crate. A gourd-shaped pitcher of water stood next to a hand-carved bowl on the makeshift table. A small rag sat inside the bowl.
Zoro stripped off his shirt and set his katanas on the packed earth beside the bed furs. One of his boots sailed through Sanji’s body when he tossed it over his shoulder. “Oi! Watch where you’re throwing things,” Sanji griped, moving across the teepee. He crossed his arms and hovered by the crate as Zoro poured water into the bowl. “The others are going to wonder where you are, you know. You were supposed to be on mid watch tonight.”
Zoro wrung out the wet rag and began washing. The drums still beat a heady rhythm outside.
“It was a good party, don’t you think?” Sanji said, watching Zoro run the rag over his bare arms and chest. Zoro’s skin glistened damply in the candlelight. “I would’ve cooked the jaguar differently, maybe cut it up into chunks and made shish-ka-bobs.”
Zoro dropped the rag in the bowl. Water splashed over the edge. He pulled off his haramaki and pants.
“You could’ve stayed out there.” Sanji didn’t want Zoro to go to bed yet. He wanted to pretend just a bit longer. “Maybe you would’ve found a girl to your tastes. I’m sure there’s some girl here who can open bottles with her teeth, scratches in public, and is able to lift an elephant over her head.”
Sanji averted his eyes when Zoro became intimate with the wash rag. “It sounds like your true love, doesn’t it? And she’s probably out there, waiting for you to grunt in her direction.”
The door flaps parted and the candle flickered wildly. Zoro glanced over his shoulder at the intruder, uncaring of his bare ass. It was Blue Beads from the fire circle. Blue Beads’ slightly bucked teeth gleamed whitely against his dark skin when he grinned. He turned and laced the door shut.
Sanji snorted. “You must not be that great of a hero, marimo, if you have to have a roommate.”
Zoro ran the wet rag down his legs. Blue Beads approached him from behind as he straightened. There was a strange gleam in Blue Beads’ eyes that set Sanji on edge. “Uh, Zoro, you might want to…”
Zoro dropped the rag in the bowl as Blue Beads slid his arms around Zoro’s waist. Sanji’s jaw fell when Zoro leaned back against Blue Beads and tilted his head. Blue Beads sucked a kiss on the tanned length of neck exposed.
Holy shit! Sanji couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d thought Zoro was asexual, or maybe a virgin or something. He hadn’t expected this!
Zoro turned in the embrace, wrapped his hand behind Blue Beads’ neck, and pulled him into a kiss. Sanji gaped. How could he not know that Zoro liked men? It wasn’t an easy secret to keep on a ship, Sanji knew from experience from living on the Baratie. Sure, Sanji wasn’t privy to Zoro’s deepest secrets, but he’d thought they were closer than strangers. And that’s what it felt like to Sanji, seeing a stranger wearing Zoro’s skin, tugging at the knot of Blue Beads’ loincloth.
Blue Beads was hard, and Zoro was getting that way. They sank down onto the bed furs.
“You could’ve told me!” Sanji found his powers of speech and wished he could find his feet, too. He really wanted to kick Zoro’s ass. “We’re nakama, you shit swordsman. I deserve to know something like this!”
But why? a little voice asked. Sanji had made it no secret that he was all about the ladies, and he’d made millions of needling comments about Zoro’s prowess, or lack thereof. Too stupid to chat up a girl; too ill-mannered to attract a woman; too inept to visit a brothel - Sanji belittled Zoro every chance he could. But that was how they interacted. And for more than a year Sanji had been a ghost following Zoro around and Zoro had never indicated he preferred men. Zoro hadn’t been with anyone but his hand since Sanji had died. Until now.
Blue Beads covered Zoro on the bed furs, his skin looking even darker against Zoro’s body. Zoro’s bent knee pressed against Blue Beads’ hip as Blue Beads ground against Zoro. They kissed hungrily, wetly, and finally broke apart for air. Breathing heavily, Blue Beads slipped two fingers into Zoro’s mouth. Zoro’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked on them.
Sanji watched, angry and hurt, as Blue Beads’ fingers left Zoro’s mouth slicked with saliva. Blue Beads bent his head to kiss Zoro again as he lowered his hand between them. Zoro moaned in the back of his throat and Sanji’s hands clenched into fists.
Something vile and spiteful uncoiled in Sanji and acid dripped from his tongue. “Fucking sodomite. You should be hanged for your unnatural perversion.”
Blue Beads shifted his hips and Zoro broke the kiss with a guttural sound. His face turned towards Sanji, his features twisted in the best kind of pain.
Sanji whipped around and flew out of the teepee. He wanted to keep going, but the stupid tether wouldn’t let him. He flitted angrily back and forth outside the teepee. How could Zoro do this? How could he let some horse-toothed guy fuck him? Zoro hadn’t even told Sanji that he liked men and yet he could lay there like a two-beli whore with a complete stranger. It proved how little regard Zoro had had for Sanji, that Zoro could trust someone he didn’t even know - expose himself so basely - and not drop a fucking hint to the man he’d lived side-by-side with, fought with, laughed with, mourned with; who’d battled back-to-back with him, sung bawdy sea chanteys with him, gotten drunk with him, cleaned up puke with him, dreamed with him, loved him...
Sanji drew up short and blinked hard. Oh, fuck. He loved Zoro. He loved Zoro. The dark churning inside him wasn’t disgust, it was jealousy. Laughter bubbled from Sanji, and the cynical sound stung his ears. He loved Zoro. He was also dead.
Hello, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, the ghost. I can’t see or talk to him, and don’t even know that he’s there. It’s the perfect relationship.
Sanji laughed long and hard and wondered why it felt like he’d died all over again.
Part Two