A One Piece Twist (ZoSan)

A One Piece Twist: Chapter Five

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A One Piece Twist

Chapter 5

Meanwhile, Zoro was off training in a secluded grove, the shade providing little protection from the days heat.

Sweat dripped off the shirtless man, blurring the vision of his good eye as he lifted his weights above his head, then brought them down in a graceful arc till they were just inches from the ground. He repeated this motion as he counted.

"929... 930... 931..."

Zoro used all of his meditation training to keep his mind focused, but as it had all morning, his mind wandered to the image of a mostly naked, wet, and extremely sexy cook. Sweet Jesus...

"1111... 1120... 1111 - aah! " Damn it, he lost count again!

Frustrated, Zoro put the weights down and they sink 3 inches into the ground. The green haired man ran a hand through his sweat dampened hair, and blushed, thinking about earlier that morning.

When he had walked into the cooks room he thought he had heard someone in the bathroom murmering and had stepped closer only to realize it wasn't murmurs, but moaning.

Like a pervert he had stood there and listened to the cooks moans and gasps until Zoro's pajama bottoms had grown too tight, then he had banged on the the door before anything else embarrassing happened. Not really his best plan...

God, he was such an idiot.

His musings were interrupted by foot steps on the grass. He turned and saw Shanks and Mihawk walking toward him. He raised his hand in greeting, but lowered it as he saw their faces.

He waited until they reached him before he asked, "What's the matter?"

Shanks sank down to the grass without a word. Mihawk continued to stand, but placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder in support. Zoro concluded that whatever was coming, he was not going to like it.

"Zoro..." Shanks began, and then halted. The dark haired man squeezed the shoulder under his hand, prompting the other man to continue.

"I know that we only met yesterday, and that you are Luffy's friend. It feels like I know you already, but... I hesitate to ask this of you..." The redhead looked up at Zoro intently.

The swordsman could tell this was serious." I'm sure whatever you ask will be fine. What is it?"

"I need you to look after Sanji for us, Zoro." The request was said quickly, bluntly. It stilled Zoro into silence.
"You - I - what?" Zoro finally sputtered, "Look after him? I'm pretty sure the cook doesn't need looking after -"

"He does, Zoro," Shanks interrupted him. "He's bound so tight, one of these days he's going to snap and something bad is going to happen. That boy may not look at, but he's got scars all over his body, physically and emotionally."

Zoro looked at the two men disbelieving.

"Are you going to tell me what he needs to be looked after from at least?"

The two men shared a look and Mihawk nodded once in confirmation. Shanks took a deep breath before speaking.

"We... don't - gah!" the redhead exhaled, frustrated, as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "I think I better just start from the beginning. You know that Mihawk and I adopted Sanji when he was a boy, well, before he lived with us, he lived with another man.

"Yeah, Zeff, right?" Zoro guessed, watching Shanks.

"Yes," surprise was present in the older man's voice."Well, anyway, Zeff was everything to saw Sanji, even if the kid doesn't want to ever admit it, and Sanji was everything to Zeff. Their story begins almost 16 years ago.