A One Piece Twist (ZoSan)

A One Piece Twist: Chapter Seven

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A One Piece Twist

Chapter 7

Sanji was in shock. Brother? Gin and Zoro? Brothers? How was that even possible? Well, he obviously knew HOW, but the news sent his mind reeling.

"You fucking bastard!" Zoro snarled, breaking through to Sanji.

Gin's eyes were hard and cold, in expression that replaced his earlier one of surprise. Both Gin and Zoro's stances were stiff, ready to fight.

"Guys," Sanji said as he pulled himself together, "Wait, before you do anything-"

Zoro's angry growl interrupted him. Suddenly, two very sharp looking katanas arched toward Gin, who was ready, blocking them with his tofna.

"Stop!" Sanji yelled, but the angry man ignored him.

Finally, when it was clear that the Zoro wouldn't listen to reason, Sanji stepped in.

"Alright, you crazy bastard!" Sanji declared, "I said that was fucking ENOUGH!"

"Sanji, no! Get out of the way!" Gin managed to stop mid swing, but watched in horror as Zoro's swords continued.

The blonde man met the two katanas with a hard shoe, deflecting their paths.

"Stop, Zoro." He growled, low and dangerous.

"Get out of my way, shit cook! I have score to settle!" Zoro yelled, ignoring him. "I'll cut you down if you don't get the hell out of my way!"

The chef scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "I'd like to see you try, shitty swordsman."

With that, the blonde went on the offensive. His legs moved with blinding speed as he kicked Zoro. The marimo managed to block his attacks, but was breathing heavily.

"You might be a friend of Luffy's, but you are a guest at MY house, you stupid moss head and so is Gin. I won't allow you to touch him!" Sanji howled, twisting and bending in seemily impossible ways.

He spun on his hands, sweeping his feet into a blurred circle. His next attack missed the plant head, and he caught his heel on a near by tree trunk. The kick splintered the trunk almost halfway through, sending the wood flying towards the on lookers.

By this time a crowd had gathered, watching the 'mock' fight with interest. The two men flew across the green lawn in a colorful blur.

"What lies has that snake whispered in your ear, you stupid cook?!" The swordsman shouted angerly at him as he blocked and redirected a kick.

"Nothing at all, shit head!" Shouted Sanji in return, blocking a rain of katana blows.

"Then why are you protecting him?!"

Sanji could see that the moss head was steadily gaining ground. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop the hisses of pain as the scabs on his back relpened and stung with sweat. If he was going to win it would have to be soon.

He took a deep breath and dropped to one knee. As expected, the sudden hole in his defense confused, but lured Zoro close enough for Sanji to have an opportunity to finish him off.

Sanji shot between the baka's open legs, then shot up and swung an elbow to the back of that annoying green head.

Or at least that's what would've happened if Sanji's head hadn't gone momentarily fuzzy, and his eyes unfocused, slowing him down enough for Zoro to block it.

He suddenly felt very light headed. Damn his injured body! He barely managed to avoid the next swing. Heart racing, and pounding eratically, Sanji found himself actualy enjoying the fight. He hadn't had this much of a work out since highschool.