More than a prostitute (Zosan)

Chapter 29

The man with the long moustache watched as the young cook cut the onion, or rather boiled it. Sanji was lost in thought, mumbling incomprehensible things. This poor onion was having a hell of a time. Jeff wasn't the only one looking at Sanji like a funny beast. Every chef of the Baratie was staring with surprised eyes at him. It was almost lunchtime, and they were running late because of the youngest. Jeff exhaled in exasperation.

He took a wooden spoon and hit Sanji's head with it, who screamed for the pain, putting his hand where he felt a bump appear.

"What the hell, old crouch."

"Stop mumbling in your mouths and let this onion be. You're disturbing everyone with your funny one. Go take a break and come only when you are ready to focus on the work." Sanji mumbled a little more but finally stood out of the kitchen.

"Go back to work now." The old man ordered at all the other cooks who stopped to watch them.

Sanji sat against a wall at the back of the restaurant, looking at the sky. He took from one of his pockets the pack of his cigarettes and lifted one in his mouth to light it. Why did he have to kiss him? He went to arrange things, and in the end, he messed up even more. He was sure Zoro wouldn't want to see him ever again. He must hate him.

And why the hell did he kiss him? He was just so close to him; it was like his body moved on his own. He didn't think about it. His body just did it. But what about the never-kissing rule? His rule that he asked for. Zoro was now the first man he kissed on the lips. He softly caresses his lips with his hand, remembering the feeling of the other man's lips on his.

Did he like the kiss? Of course. It was the first time he had Zoro's lips on him, and they felt amazing. They were just like their owner, at first, they seemed strong and tough, but when you touched them, they were sweet and soft. Sanji's heart stopped and skipped a few beats when the green-haired man responded to his kiss. The world just stopped around them.

All that scared Sanji. Never did he feel like that. Neither did he feel like that with a woman or a man. So, what was so special about the green-haired man? Why did he have all these weird feelings in his stomach when he was near him? Why did the man keep appearing in his mind every day at every hour? But the most important thing, what will happen now? The man must hate him. He was certain that he wouldn't want to talk or see him. What could he do? Should he wait? Should he hope that the man would forgive him and start to talk to him soon? Should he let his future be in the hands of this mosshead?

Sanji sighed heavily. He was so lost with all of that. He stood up and switched off his cigarettes before going back to the kitchen. He saw everybody rushing before the first customer arrived. He went back to where he was and started preparing a plate.

The Baratie was the place where he learned to cook, the place where he lived when he was younger, and the place where he felt the most at home. And for the moment, that was what he needed it. He saw the owner of the restaurant come chopping a few vegetables near him. Jeff just stood there, not saying anything, but Sanji knew he wanted to talk.

"I don't want to talk about it." Sanji only said, and the other only shrugged.

"So, it didn't go well, I presume." Jeff stated the fact. Sanji frowned. What did the old man know about the story? He never talked about it. They never had that type of relationship where they talked about all their secrets to the other. Jeff knew what Sanji wanted to tell him about his personal life. There was only one other person who could give some information to Jeff.

"What did Nami tell you?" Sanji asked, stopping to do what he was doing to look at the older.

"Not much, that a man and his brothers came to live with you during your stay, and you were back to your old self. She was so happy about it. But then, she called me again and said that you messed everything up, that the four boys left, and that you were moping about your fate. That's when I called you. And seeing you coming today means that you did go to meet the boys, but it didn't go well. You came here because you didn't know what to do next. Am I wrong?"