A One Piece Twist (ZoSan)

A One Piece Twist: Chapter Eight

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A One Piece Twist

Chapter 8

Sanji was still totally pissed at Zoro three days later. The bastard had been annoying him to no end, and the blonde could barley tolerate being in his presence, yet he found his eyes gravitating to tbe plant head against his will.

He loved the way the stupid swordsman laughed, and rubbed the back of his neck when he was nervous or at a loss of what to say. Sanji found it endearing when the moss brain cussed at Luffy and Ace when they managed to steal his food, and pouted untill someone took pity and brought him more.

The cook scowled. Was he going crazy? Who in their right mind would find those things about the green baka likeable? They were aggravating, that's what they were!

Sanji banged the pots into the kitchen sink. Then he clutched his head in his soapy hands and sighed.

"Hey, ero cook!" A familiar/annoying voice called out to him.

Sanji rased his head and watched Zoro from the door way.

"What the fuck do you want, asshole?" He asked harshly, the pretense of civily completely gone after the incident with Gin.

Zoro rolled his eye. "Your old man wants you to go to town to get some shit. The guests are complaining per usual- what the fuck is on your face?"

Sanji wiped his his hands dry in a dish towel. Then looked into the shiny surface of a nearby hanging pot.

He could see that the soap from his hands had gotten on his face, giving him a bazaar appearance. He couldn't resist the laugh that bubbled from his chest as a memory of him and Nami surfaced.

He was still chuckling as he wiped away the white foam. "Yeah, whatever, moss head. Go find Brook and tell him to meet at the car."

Zoro looked at him like he was crazy, but curtly nodded, and left the kitchen doorway. The cook was a little confused at Zoro's lack of response to his insults. It was unusual for him to be so passive. Whatever. He didn't have the energy to worry about it.

He went to find Mihawk, and discovered the man in the library of his office.

"Yes?" The dark haired man asked, casually, turning the thin page of a book he was reading in his favorite plush reading chair.

Sanji tapped the toe of his shoe of nervously against the hard floor.

"I need the list of items you'd like me to get," he said quietly.

The senior swordsman raised a brow. "Well come here," he said.

Sanji stumbled into his foster father's personal space. He had never been allowed permission to enter before, and so he was little more then shocked when tbe older man granted him entrance.

"Here," was all he said as he held out a slip of paper out to Sanji. "And don't forget the mail," he added as the blonde took the list from his fingers.

"Yes-yes, sir."

Mihawk nodded and turned his attention back to his book. Sanji took this as a dismissal, and left quickly.

He went to the car and expected to see the tall, afro sporting musician, but instead saw a head of spikey grren hair.

"What the hell, marimo? You couldn't follow simple instructions other than photosynthesis?" Sanji asked the man leaning against the car.

Zoro straightened, and twirled the key ring around the tip of his left index finger.

"Brook's too busy," he said, "He asked me to drive you," then he got into the car.