onepiece_300 | Change can be for the better (Reply)

Title: Comfort
Rating: M for swearing and yaoi
Media: fic
Characters: Zoro / Sanji
Word Count: 298
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters from it.
Prompt: change

*happy dance* I feel like I am back from the dead! Drama queen tendencies aside it is fun to be posting again. I hope that you guys find this little piece sweet :D

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Sanji was sitting at the breakfast table, legs crossed neatly reading the newspaper. He sipped his earl grey tea (with a hint of lemon of course) and tried to concentrate on the entertainment section.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could feel Zoro near him. He had a sixth sense for Marimo-head. It helped them to co-operate but it could also be annoying when Zoro fell asleep in a weird place and the cook couldn’t figure out where he was, felt like the idiot was constantly breathing down his neck.

Sanji got up slowly and stretched his legs. After touching the deck, palms flat, he snuck around the corner to indulge in a new hobby he had picked up: Marimo hunting. Usually this involved tracking where meat-for-brains had nodded off and splashing cold water on him ‘accidentally’.

As he slid smoothly round the corner, Sanji caught sight of that distinctive mossy hair. He was just about to lean over and tap Zoro sharply on the shoulder, when he saw that the swordsman was shaking, ever so slightly.

Sanji was hovering on the brink between saying something and walking away, when Zoro spoke,

“What do you want, shit-cook?”

“I…” Sanji mumbled, transfixed by the husky voice. Zoro was holding one of his three swords - the white one - as one silent tear rolled down his cheek.

Sanji reached out long pale fingers that hovered like ghosts above Zoro’s dark rich skin. After a tiny flinch of hesitation, the cook put his hand on Zoro’s shoulder and looked out with him across the ocean.

Silently and with such deliberate steadiness that it seemed to take forever, Zoro’s hand lifted up and then came to rest on top of the cook’s.

By such a simple act, everything changed.

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