The Color of You ~ zosan (One Piece WA 2017)

Differences Split

AN- Im trying to crank out this chapter before my coffee hype crashes. Fall out boy, other music, and coffee. I can do this. WOAH. OMG FOUR CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY AHHHH. One day as in a period of no sleep lol. PS~ the 'thank you' one shot is going up on Valentine's Day. I found the prefect AU for it. It so....*supsenseful fan girl gestures*
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Sanji pov

" ...and that is how you run the register." explained Mr. Roronoa as he gave a satisfied huff. He explained everything in the shop to me extremely early so that I could start my shift at opening, but everything failed to take residency in my memory. Expect the way he looked. I couldn't help but stare. I didn't notice before but he had perfect vivid, stormcloud-colored hair that was neatly slicked back, a single scar over his left eye, muscles, and plump lips.

I've known I was gay since puberty struck and guys became my realm of interest, but God needed to at least grant me some self control.
I don't even know him, and he wanted me gone ASAP.

"Hey?!" He snapped as he waved his had in front of my face, knocking me back into reality. "Did you catch all that?"

I quickly agreed with a over paces nod, and turned away to wipe away the drown I felt crawl down my face while he was talking.
Please tell me he didn't notice...

Zoro pov

My words had obviously gone in one ear and out the other with him.
Go figure.
He kept staring at me, but it not the least bit uncomfortable. It was kinda soothing. He even drawled a little bit when I turned to face him. It was cute in a dirty-faced-puppy kinda way.
I breathed a loud sigh as I walked past him and flipped the sign to 'OPEN'. Today was going to be interesting.

------------------------time skip--------------------

Sanji had been working for me for about two weeks now and had about 5 more months to go because he still had to keep some of the money he made so that he could live. Unfortunately, winter is the off season for flower shop, so he would have to work here a longer time then that, but it wasn't bad for me. On the other hand, we have barely muttered words to each other and I loathe the suspense. It often left a vile taste in my mouth as I tried to sleep. But, I haven't visited her since he rose out of his coma. It felt like a weight was lifted of my shoulders, and I was free.

I was in the mist of arranging another bouquet when a heard a growl. I automatically lurched straight up to look around; all I was was Sanji blushing front the base of his next to the tip of his ears.

"Sorry, that was my stomach." He confessed while continued to shuffle through flowers.

"Well since business is slow, why don't we grab some lunch?" I suggested as I finished the bouquet in hand.

"I'd lo-like that." admitted Sanji as be pushed his hair behind his ears and dusted off his clothes.

"I have a great place in mind, it's close, so we can walk." I said as I turned the sign over to 'CLOSED', and held the door open for Sanji.

We walked in silence for a bit. It was a cloudy winter day, but it has that bright-white warmth that everyone could bathe in.

"Mr. Rorona?" started Sanji as he stop walking.

"Call me Zoro." I smiled as I stopped walking as well. Both of our hands were in our pockets, and for some reason that made me feel as if people around us, that were holding hands, were mimicking us.

"Um. Zoro?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

I paused, mouth agape, but I somehow managed to close it.

"There is nothing to gain from being nice,
especially to me. There...there is nothing to see in me." He murmured dryly as his to comeback at a bad joke. We both knew what he meant by that. He like me, but he didn't believe in color.
And if you don't believe in color, then you don't have faith in many things. All you will see is the grays, but sometimes that's not so dreadful, only seeing the things meant to be seen.

The thing is, color is so that we can see the the way they are destined to be seen, and I've seen it. I know it's true.

"Sanji, I've seen color, it's real." I begged, no, pleaded for him to believe, to not fall into a icky numbness, but the look in his eyes, the mate glaze over them, told me word alone would never fix his brokeness.

"Zoro, that's great." He smiled, truly sincere in its purity. "but I never will." Then, he frowned, truly sincere in its vulnerability. We jus stood there on opposite sides of the sidewalk, looking into the others eyes for a glimpse of understanding. None was found that day.

I slammed my eyes shut as if they had just been shown a light that was far to bright. "Let's get going, or some customers might come by while we are gone."

He sighed, but followed me anyway.

I'd make him believe.

Sanji pov

I'd make him see it my way.