Primal Instinct (Zosan)

five

Trigger warning: Attempted sexual assault (not between the main pairing)

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Sanji was at his limit. He had set this mind to it and was determined to patch things up with Zoro once and for all, but whatever attempt he did to mend things between them, Zoro kept taking a step back. It was as if the swordsman had placed thick walls around him, completely closed off in himself and refused to even acknowledge Sanji's existence.

It was like Zoro was trying to...forget about Sanji, or better yet, move on from him. And Sanji was about to remind him just how annoying he could be.

He could admit that this whole ordeal was partly his fault for running away and refusing to face it like a man, but Zoro was taking it just too god damn far and Sanji was tired of it.

So, on the third day, Sanji stormed into the crow's nest without a care in the world.

"What's up, fuck face?" He greeted in a cheerful tone.

He studied Zoro, but the man didn't even flinch, nor pay him any attention and continued to swing his weights. Sanji's lips twitched and grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket, placed it between his lips and lit it up. He took in the first lungful of smoke and slowly blew it towards Zoro's direction, grinning when he noticed the man frowning.

"Y'know, lately I've been wondering; 'there's something missing, something just doesn't feel right'," he started leisurely pacing up and down, gesturing with his hands, "and I said to myself; 'what could it possibly be? But I already have everything!'" he paused and lifted his hand, pointing towards Zoro.

"And I came to the realization that my most beloved pet dog was gone!" he exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, barely able to contain a wide, shit-eating grin from forming on his face as Zoro slightly faltered in his swings.

"It's such a shame, really. Since the day I got injured, it had been such a great addition to the crew— it basically did anything I said! So obedient and loyal, just how I like them." He started pacing again, cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"Personally, I'm more of a cat person, but I can finally see the appeal in dogs. It keeled over at my command and all I had to do was feed it some poorly made lunch and a one Beli worth of alcohol!" he chuckled and brought the cigarette between his lips, taking in a drag.

Sanji breathed it out and shrugged both of his shoulders, "Although I had to let it go, as I hate weaklings, you know? While it was quite nice the way we played house, it couldn't even pack a punch," he paused and side-glanced at Zoro, "Even I could do more damage, and I had never even used my hands in a fight!"

He jumped to the side to avoid the huge weight that was tossed towards him, but before he could even land, he caught a glimpse of something sharp and immediately lifted his foot, the heel of his shoe connecting with a sword.

"Oh? Seems like our little pet still has some fight in him left, after all." A chill ran down his spine as he locked eyes with Zoro's animalistic and furious gaze. A wide, feral grin split Sanji's face in two, excitement glistening in his eyes.

"Try to keep me amused for a while, will you? I haven't had a decent fight in quite a while and I'd like to stretch my legs a bit," he said, inspecting his nails in a nonchalant way.

Suddenly, another sword appeared from his left. Sanji kicked away, doing a backflip in the air and landing to the other side of the crow's nest. He pushed off again and shot a roundhouse kick, which Zoro easily avoided and swung both swords diagonally down from the right.

Sanji side-stepped out of Zoro's vicinity and fainted a step to the right. Then, with lightning speed shot to the other side and struck a kick at Zoro's ribs, sending him crashing through the crow's nest glasses. Sanji watched from above, panting as Zoro crushed down, dust covering him.