A/N: The first person to figure out where I got this idea from. I'll take a request/ do an update for. Also for the Gin haters. Ask and you shall receive.
Zosan
The color red. The color to repel the big bad wolf. Well. That's what he told his son.
Sanji sat on a hill plucking some apples. While a red cloak surrounded his body. He was a boy born with hair as gold as the sun. And eyes as blue as the sky and sea. With a smile that showed kindness to all that would witness it's sweetness. When he was about thirteen he was given a cloak made of red. And. To protect him from the curse.
He stood on his toes trying to reach the final apple before he could head home. He grunted setting the basket down before climbing up the tree. He sighed in relief sitting on the branch and plucked the final apple. Well. Before it couldn't support his weight. Sanji yelped as the branch broke having him fall.
Right into a pair of arms. Sanji clutched tight to the red apple shutting his eyes tightly. The huntsmen cocked a brow with a small smirk on his lips looking to the blonde. Sanji's blue eyes flickered open before turning to the huntsmen. A man wearing red plaid and ripped jeans. He was a strange man with onyx grey eyes and wild and fresh green hair. This was Zoro.
A man Sanji held close to his heart. He loved him, oh how Sanji loved the huntsmen saving him from many attacks from wolves or bears. He was strong and knew how to swing a sword or shoot an arrow. Striking the animal into its weak spot killing it instantly. Zoro did return the feelings for the little red riding hood. But. He was keeping them apart.
"I don't think you're supposed to be picking apples this far away from your cottage." Zoro said.
"I know, gives me a chance to see you." Sanji said.
He cupped Zoro's cheeks kissing him softly before pulling back. The huntsmen smirked letting the little red down. Sanji grabbed his basket, sliding it onto his arm he placed the final apple into it before turning to Zoro.
"Mind escorting me home? I don't want no big bad wolf to come after me. With you by my side, no one can hurt me." Sanji said.
He slid his free arm into Zoro's as he chuckled, "You're right."
Zoro lead Sanji home. Walking through the forest together. It was there only time together. Where they could be alone and no one could take them apart. For you see. Sanji is already engaged to be married. To a man he doesn't even love. To save his father's farm. He is engaged to another huntsman, who is very wealthy. Unlike Zoro who doesn't work for money and works for himself. Sanji first refused but as his fiance threatened to buy out his father's farm. Sanji then agreed.
Once he told Zoro, they both were heartbroken. But knew it was for the best. Even Sanji's father didn't approve of the marriage. He even told Sanji not to do this, by saying he couldn't buy out the farm. Being Sanji, he had already decided.
They stood on the outskirts of the cottage and the farm. Sanji clutched Zoro's arm and turned to him. They embraced as Sanji clutched onto Zoro tightly. Zoro returned the embrace taking in Sanji's scent hoping to see him again soon. As they pulled apart, Sanji cupped Zoro's cheeks and was about to say his goodbye.
"Huntsmen!"
They turned to him. A man with scruffy dark hair, slight facial hair, dark eyes and bags under his eyes, along with a dark frown on his lips. Sanji's fiance, Gin. One of the best huntsmen in the village.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from my red." He barked.
"No Gin, it was my fault. I wanted to get crisp apples outside the forest. Zoro just helped me get home safely." Sanji explained.
