estoria | I'm a whole lot better [CLOSED]

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zoro roronoa

I'm a whole lot better [CLOSED]

Who: Zoro

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When: IC 7/19 during the event
Where: Straw Hat Apartments, Occupancy 2
What: Neither Zoro nor Sanji have ever told anyone else in the crew where they spent their two years training. Spirit fox shenanigans are going to force them to find out each other's secret.
Rating/Warning: nothing I can think of, maybe some sensitive topics discussed?

[Zoro has been on the slightest of edges since the day the world glitched around him, and though he still chalks it up to a technology problem inside ViViD, since it happened while he was in the gravity room, Weiss's information makes him wonder. Was he supposed to be in that train tunnel? Was he supposed to die?

And then this place just gets worse on him today, he wasn't sure for a good number of hours but now he's certain there's a weird white fox trailing him around. Only not a real one, no, it's all wispy and shit, and whenever he turns to look at the flitter of white, gauzy movement in his peripheral sight, it darts away, avoiding his eye. He only saw it once for the fox-shape it is, on his way back from the dojo, and though he hurried his pace to get indoors without it and hopefully trap it outside, he's pretty sure he just saw it drift through the kitchen. Dammit.

He is not drunk enough for this.

He hasn't even hardly settled into the couch cushions and he's up again, pacing, trying to see where the ghostly fox went. Maybe he can chase it out? Maybe he can find a fresh bottle of sake in the kitchen while he's at it. Cook's around, though...]

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It ain't pointless carrying your friend's dream with you.

[So why would it be pointless carrying Sanji's? Not that he doesn't get what Zoro's saying. He sure as fuck wants everyone to live, too. ALL of their dreams would feel a little empty if they lost a member on the way to achieving them, Zoro doesn't get some kind of special shitty claim just because he's a swordsman.

He has to look away when Zoro continues talking, feeling his face go a tad warm. It's not like... Shit, he would've done that for any of his nakama. He didn't try to stand there and offer himself up specifically because it was Zoro, but he also wasn't not going to do it because it was him. It shouldn't be surprising, or confusing, or whatever Zoro's feeling. Because sure, maybe they don't always appear to have the greatest relationship, but Sanji knows otherwise. He knows that deep down, they usually understand each other. And they respect each other.

In fact, it's almost insulting that Zoro thinks Sanji wouldn't do that for him, dammit!

Sanji clenches his teeth, his hands closing into fists as he whips his head back around to glare at the other man.]

I did it for everyone, same as you! The hell is there to get? You think I wanna see you dead or something? How the fuck do you think it felt when I finally fucking woke up, huh?! I had no idea where you were -- and then you were drenched in shitty blood when I found you. For a second, I almost thought you did die. I mean fuck, Zoro, you asked if I was worried about you, but I never thought I had to be until you pulled that bullshit!

[At least, with two years distance between now and then, even with memories being tossed back and forth between them, a lot that was raw and hard then has cooled by now. Zoro lets him rage back, his lips twitching briefly as if to stop himself from interrupting. It stung, being reminded that it wasn't just about him. He and the cook were carrying the full weight of that moment together, so that none of the others would ever have to know that kind of pain and worry. But that means however he feels about that day, Sanji feels it, too.]

You don't gotta worry about me. [although, too little too late, there. He sighs and tips his head back against the back of the couch.] Look, there's no point in arguing about it. That was a long time ago, and we're both stronger now. You saw for yourself what I had to do to get there, and I've seen your hell. That time, that'll never happen again.

[he sits up and then shifts slightly toward Sanji, his eye still focused mainly on his hands in his lap. It could almost be mistaken for shyness.]

If you saw what I said to Hawk-Eyes, to get him to train me...then you know. It's not about carrying her dream with me. It's not about me at all, anymore.

[that was the most open he had ever been, his plea came from a heart laid bare and exposed. He wouldn't ever even be able to say so, but if Sanji witnessed it through spirit-fox shenanigans, he doesn't have to. He can only hope the cook understands what he saw.]

[He knows there's no point in arguing. They both did what they did for the same reasons, so how can one of them be more "right" than the other? And Zoro's as stubborn as he is, so there's probably no making him understand why Sanji put Zoro's dream ahead of his own in that moment.

Though, really... Zoro's right. There's been a shift in things since then. Since Kuma, since Sabaody.

Since they realized that what they were wasn't enough, and all spent two years getting stronger for Luffy.

Luffy is the man who must become the Pirate King, and everything they do from this point onward, as a whole, as a crew, is about making sure that happens. It's why Zoro set aside his pride, why Sanji suffered through his hell...why all of them did what they had to do.

They're not playing games anymore, if they ever were to begin with. Sanji's known ever since entering the New World that they've been on a completely different level.

He gets it.

So it takes him another moment or two of watching Zoro, but eventually he exhales noisily and stops holding himself so stiffly. He lets the tension flow out of his shoulders and slumps sideways into the couch, his frown relaxing as he lowers his eyes, as well.]

Yeah. I know.

[No need to elaborate further. He does understand.

After another beat, the corner of his mouth tugs upwards.]

I'll stop getting on your ass about shit that ain't even relevant anymore.

[Zoro finally looks at him, one eyebrow arching the way it does when he's curious but at the same time not sure he wants the answer.]

It still bothers you. How come?

[he stops short of demanding that Sanji put it behind him the way he has; it's getting through his thick head, that as much as he sometimes expects the cook to be just like him in all ways rather than just a few, they are their own people. Similar, not the same. What's easy for him isn't so much for Sanji, and he wants to know why that is.

But then, not sure he wants or needs that answer.

Usually, when they get so close to one another, sharing something so intimate, Zoro's instinct is to balance it out by pushing away, getting gruff, finding something shallow to argue about until they're back at that old familiar level of snarling at each other over pointless shit. Not today, though. Today, he moves his hand over and gently raps the back of his hand against Sanji's nearest knee.]

At least now I get why you were off your head when we met back up on Sabaody.

It doesn't...

[He starts to speak, but then pauses, mulling it over. Because it's a combination of things, really, going all the way back to Zeff and the Baratie. Sanji doesn't need or want anyone else giving up anything for him. And there's something about this new knowledge he has now, that Zoro was so willing to give up not just his own dream, but also his friend's, that's really making him...fuck, something. He can't even really explain it to himself, let alone Zoro. But it's similar to when Zoro was asking why Sanji tried to step in for him. Why he did it for Zoro, and despite what his own reply was, Sanji still wants to fire the same question right back at him. Why would he knock Sanji out when he had promises to make good on? Why couldn't he just let Sanji fucking do that for him?

It's a circular argument, though. They're just going to keep throwing the same explanations at each other, and it's over something that's two years gone.

He tries to give Zoro something, though. Some kind of response, his words coming slowly and carefully.]

I didn't realize you had that promise. To your friend. I thought I was just protecting your dream, but now I know it would've meant protecting hers, too. And I can't— Fuck, I dunno. It just threw me, that's all. Realizing you would've been giving that up, too.

[Sanji hesitates again, but then decides to just get it all out.]

You know, that shitty ol' geezer lost his whole crew, his fucking leg, everything to save some brat he didn't even know. So I decided I was gonna repay him by helping him with the restaurant. Making sure his dream came true was the least I could do, but I kinda... I made that too important. I set my own shit aside. Hell, I told Luffy no like five times before Zeff practically kicked me out, took that much to knock some sense into me. So maybe I just got a thing.

[He tips his head toward Zoro, grinning faintly.]

I don't like people giving up shit for me, but then I turn around and do the same thing.

[The hand against his knee has Sanji huffing out a soft laugh, and he rolls his eyes at Zoro's words. He feels like normally he'd get in a defensive snit about that and snap something back at him, but...it's not in him to do that right now.]

Look, you asshole, I was a little overwhelmed, alright? Two fucking years without seeing a real woman and then suddenly they were everywhere!

[Zoro absorbs the entire explanation in silence, his eye completely trained on Sanji now, though he shifts his gaze from his face down to his hands and back, for some reason, just sort of studying him. It all fits, now, the sense of obligation in particular. But where he shouldered the burden up until the moment when that burden might have meant his death by a Marine firing squad, the cook seemed to have been more stubborn than he. Wonder of wonders. But Zoro gets it, now, and accepts without argument.]

Yeah, well. I ain't gonna let you give that up for anything. Just so you know. Goes both ways.

[he can't help but roll his eye right back, because once a pervert, always a pervert, even with extenuating circumstances.]

Yeah, uh huh, and you just couldn't control yourself.

[He can't talk, he got actually wasted twice on Fishman Island thanks to Mihawk's prohibition. Hmm, did the cook see that part of his memory?

Something's going on, here, between them, something they haven't managed since before Little Garden. They're talking. Bonding. It's like that night the other week when they went to dinner and got through it without anything resembling a fight. Zoro backed off, then, letting it simmer, but something in his chest is pushing him not to back off, this time. He's never treated Sanji with the same affections he affords the younger guys in the crew, barely a back-pat here and there, so he drops his gaze to his own hand, willing it to come up with an idea and act on it. After a long pause to try to come up with something, he just knocks against Sanji's knee again, and this time lets it linger a few seconds too long.]

[Goes both ways, huh. Well fine. Maybe he can deal with that. He accepts it silently, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

The rest, well. Sanji crosses his arms over his chests, chin lifted in a stubborn way as he harrumphs. Mostly for show.]

Sensory overload.

[His breath hitches a bit as Zoro's hand knocks into him again. It's not something they usually do, this casual sort of touching -- and talking, really. So he's almost overly aware of it, that touch feeling like it's burning straight through the material of his pants and into his skin. He swallows after a moment, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Zoro's face and not make anything out of it.]

Pretty sure I terrified the shit out of some of those poor girls, though.

[He shrugs as if to say: Oh well! What can you do?]

[snort!] Try all of 'em. At least the mermaids didn't mind it.

[not that he's jealous, but he is testing. Knowing what kind of reaction that's going to get, gauging it for himself. Why? He doesn't know. Zoro's just rolling on some vague instinct now]

Where's that bastard gone? I want to go in the kitchen and get that sake but I don't wanna run into it on the way.

[Uwaaaah, that's right, the mermaids~~ Sanji tips his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a loud, happy sigh.]

Ahh, the All Blue of my heart~! Shit, I wasn't convinced I didn't actually fuckin' die and go to heaven then.

[He sits up at Zoro's question, glancing over his shoulder and then around the room.]

Dunno. Don't see him. You're probably safe.

[Hopefully, geez. Sanji doesn't need Zoro seeing anything else right now. There's a lot he's not ready to share with any of the others just yet.]

[Yep, called it. Zoro keeps his exasperation to himself and pushes up off the couch]

All right, but if he's lurking in the kitchen to pounce on me, don't say I didn't warn you. [huff] I ain't gonna be forced to just stay in bed for however long they're around to avoid running into one.

[As annoying as it will be to constantly warn each other when a wispy white figure appears around a corner for the next few days, it's preferable to hiding like cowards. Life has to go on, and so Zoro goes to fetch the sake and bring the bottle back with him, opening it and getting ready for a swig as he comes. No glasses, though. As he returns to the couch, he offers the bottle to Sanji. Sharing nasty memories goes down better with booze.]

[Makes a face.]

This kinda shit only ever seems to last for a few days, at least.

[He takes the bottle when it's handed to him, downing a gulp or two without hesitation. It's one of those days when even he isn't going to make a fuss about glasses.]

All that stuff with the ol' man is about as far back as I'm willing to share. Heh, maybe otherwise I'd spill all my shit to you now just to get it out of the way.

[He's kidding, but honestly it would probably be better than Zoro accidentally seeing it all and Sanji having to explain after the fact Ugh.]

[eases back onto the couch, ready for his turn with the sake]

Up to you, but when it comes down to it, I don't need to know. I don't think there's anything you could say that would change anything.

[so he says, not knowing what else is buried in Sanji's past. Then again, he doesn't talk about life before Isshin Dojo either.]

At least, I ain't gonna ask. Personal stuff...it's fine if you wanna keep it private. There's a lot about me you don't know either.

[Sanji waves a hand, dismissing the idea that he's going to share more.]

Joking, marimo. Think if we gab anymore, we're gonna have to start braiding each other's shitty hair.

[Though suddenly, and maybe for the first time, he's insanely curious just what he doesn't know about Zoro's past. It could be damn near anything, after all. He knows that all too well.

He takes another swig, then hands the bottle over.]

You ain't secretly a prince or something, though, right?

[...I mean, it doesn't hurt to check.]

[he takes the bottle and has a good gulp, lowering it just in time to laugh under his breath.]

No. You?

[thinking, of course not, that's just a shitty nickname he gave himself because women]

[Heh. Probably should've figured that would be turned around on him. But Sanji just grins and gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

Sure. Mr. Prince, remember?

[As he slides his hand under his fringe and flicks the hair out of his face.]

What, you think I just came up with that shit on the fly?

Of course I remember.

[he stops short with the bottle raised to his lips, halfway toward taking another drink, and then just stares]

You're just fucking around with me. Right? You're not really.

[Now he rolls his eyes, but it's mostly an excuse to let his gaze slide away from Zoro.]

Please. What kinda prince would be scraping plates on a shitty cruise ship at age nine?

[Said as casually as you please, and hopefully not at all suspiciously. Those are things he hasn't thought about in a long, long time... Eh, but it's not like there's ever gonna be a reason for it to come up!

...Ha.

He motions toward the sake bottle, gesturing for Zoro to take his drink.]

Come on, hurry up. You're hogging it.

[Point taken. Zoro shrugs as if to concede that he was right and it was just a joke, and finally takes his drink]

Geez, don't be so damn impatient. Here. [hand-off!] Huh. So you were hired help on a cruise ship and I was getting my ass handed to me by the dojo-master's daughter. Hell of a way for a couple of pirates to get started.

[He lets out a breath, hiding it behind the guise of tipping his head back to take another drink.

It's not like he's lying, just...avoiding giving an actual answer. Right?]

Seriously. Life's crazy like that, though. Never know where you're gonna end up.

[Oh sure, cook. It might not come up again and Zoro will be none the wiser.]

Mm.

Anybody else in the crew know your story? Either of 'em. [just checking, not that any of them are around to blab to anyway]

Luffy knows about Zeff and all that.

[Takes another swig and then hands the bottle back.]

The other one, hell no. I was pretty much content taking that shitty tale to the grave. You?

[shakes his head, taking the bottle and resting it on his knee for a moment]

Never told anybody anything. I don't really want 'em knowing about Hawk-eyes, either. It's...kinda personal.

[hence, the very deep gulp of sake he takes to follow]

Well, too late, cook, this damn place made it so now I know your secret.

Kinda personal?

[Jesus, you think? Sanji shakes his head a bit.]

Well, not like I'm gonna tell anyone, at least. You ain't even told Luffy about... [He pauses, thinking back to the memory he saw. Her name was in there somewhere...] Kuina-chan?

[That surprises him a little. Sanji just kinda figured that if anyone would know any of their stories, it'd be Luffy.

He snorts at Zoro's next comment, and whether it's because the alcohol has him feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed or because the sudden casualness of this conversation has him off his guard, either way he's in a place where it seems totally natural to reach out and bump his fist against Zoro's shoulder, giving him a light shove.]

You know part of it.

[And say shit like that, apparently. His nose scrunches up immediately as he clearly WTFs at himself for letting that slip out, but whatever. If Zoro didn't see the part with the goddamn dress, then it's not like Sanji has to explain himself.]

[the name jolts him briefly, Zoro bristles for a moment and then relaxes.]

...you even got that part. Shit. No, I haven't said anything, not even to Luffy.

[that's all he's inclined to say about it, though, nothing about it being personal or anything. His gaze follows the fist to his shoulder, and then drops shyly, missing the look that crosses Sanji's face.]

Yeah, well, I'm guessing you don't know everything about where I was, either. [or else there would have been some kind of comment about his eye, because really, how do you gloss that over unless you don't know?]

Nah... Guess I don't.

[Eyes him speculatively for a moment, wondering what all there is to know. But after a beat his gaze drops to his hand, the back of which is still brushing Zoro's shoulder as he's now got his arm propped on the back of the couch and hasn't bothered to pull back at all.

They're gonna have to spar tomorrow or something. Just really try to beat the shit out of each other. Anything to balance out all this opening up they're doing right now.]

How old were you when you left the dojo?

[...Actually, how old were you when you GOT to the dojo? How did you even end up there to begin with? What the hell happened to your parents??

SO MANY SHITTY QUESTIONS.

Sanji will try to refrain from asking the super nosy ones, don't worry.]

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