Warnings: Boys kissing boys, run-on sentences (mostly intentional), and
Author's Note: This is the sequel to the 'Listen' series that I had
recently finished. So, that means that Sanji and Zoro are already
involved in some sort of 'established' romantic relationship. Now, I had
received a few comments and complaints that there wasn't enough smut in my
last series, so, well, I'll try to add a little to this story. TRY being
the operative word. Because, although I enjoy reading good yaoi smut (as
long as it is surrounded by lots and lots of good yaoi plot), I've never
been successful at writing it. So, not to make promises, but I'll give it
a go. After all, I stand proudly to admit that I LIEK TEH MENZ SECKS!!!111
Life is never easy. That was probably the first lesson that had ever
really stuck with Sanji as a child, a sentiment that was re-learned over
and over as he grew, and the last thought he had as he shifted and ducked
to avoid being clocked in the head by a fairly large flying rock.
He fell to the ground and rolled to the side, ducking behind a wide tree as
he took a second to gather his scattered wits. The sounds of struggle and
fighting were thick in the air, and the cook took the opportunity of his
momentary reprieve to quickly look around and gauge the whereabouts of his
To his relief, he saw that both Ussop and Nami-san had found protection
from the dangerous avalanche of rocks that were careening down the
mountainside. Luffy, on the other hand, was busy stretching his rubber
body out like a tarp whenever a rock flew towards him, and catapulting it
back up the mountain, all the while laughing like the idiot that Sanji knew
him to be.
And then there was Zoro, who apparently, was attempting to compete with his
captain today in the department of idiocy, as he all too often did. The
green-haired man had not sought shelter, as any sane person would under the
circumstances, but instead was standing, with his swords and complete and
utter lack of sense proudly displayed, charging the rocks that were
hurtling towards him, and slicing them neatly in half the moment before
they were to impact.
Sanji did not even attempt to resist the urge to beat his own head against
the rough bark before him.
A deafening thunderous crack interrupted the cook's actions, and he lifted
his slightly sore head up just in time to see the terrible sight of an
unbelievably huge boulder rolling at an alarming speed towards them,
surrounded by a few slightly smaller, but no less dangerous, friends.
Sanji understood that the hazardous rock slide that they had unfortunately
encountered had just turned extremely deadly; understood that he and his
crew had to get out of there NOW.
Checking for relative safety, he emerged from behind the tree, and swiftly
started towards his companions, all the while trying to keep an eye on the
deadly boulders rushing towards them. With horror, he watched as the
largest one seemed to hit a groove on its slanted path, and was propelled
high into the air. He somehow knew with certainty that it was going to
land right where Ussop and Nami were hiding, knew that there was no time to
warn them, and knew, as ice flooded his veins and his heart tried to lurch
from his chest before seeming to still completely, that there was no way
that he would make it to them in time to help.
He felt as though time had slowed as he watched the fall of the lethal
boulder as it made it's decent towards his two friends, but then his stolen
breath returned, as a rubber arm appeared, circling tight around the waists
of both navigator and artist, and flung them, along with his rubber captain
out of the path of impact, down the mountain side, and finally towards
They were safe. Nami-san was safe. He, on the other hand, realized that
he had better start ducking again, as shards from the immense and recently
shattered boulder flew out in all directions.
His shoulder hit the ground roughly as he rolled out the path of the
hurtling pieces. He started to his feet, but before he was fully upright,
a hand grabbed the back of his collar and pulled hard. He was back on the
ground before he understood completely what had happened, being rolled
beneath a larger muscled body. An unseen piece of rock struck the ground
where he had been only moments before.
Reflexive pride caused him to struggle from beneath the body that had just
shielded him from harm. He stood, a little more cautiously this time,
feeling stupid at having been so careless. Knowing that Zoro had seen it,
and even worse, had been the one to save him (again), stung.
But before he could lash out foolishly in embarrassment, the swordsman
barked out, "This way!", and headed off, with Sanji following almost
Their escape was slowed somewhat due to the constant dodging of still
falling rocks, but in not that too long of a time, Sanji realized that they
were heading towards the edge of the mountainside, where there was no place
to go but down, waaaaayyyyyy down, into the icy waters below.
He almost felt like arguing against Zoro's impromptu and very risky plan,
but kept his mouth shut since he himself couldn't think of anything better.
His foot hit the edge of land, and he thought to himself, 'Well, deja
fucking vu' as he propelled himself into the air, and began the long drop
down to the waiting water.
It was a little more comforting to be conscious this time around, as he hit
the water's surface. He opened his eyes under water, seeing that a few
rocks had fallen with him, but he really couldn't bring himself to give a
crap, as he scanned the disturbed murky water. He spotted Zoro a little
ways from him, and when he saw the other man move was when he finally
started swimming up towards the surface.
He emerged with a gasp, and began swimming towards the slightly distant
riverbank. He pulled himself gratefully onto the lap of the land, closed
his eyes, and collapsed into the cradle of safety. The last threads of
tension eased from him moments later as he felt another dripping body
collapse close beside him.
They were silent, each taking in great gasps of relieved air. The rumble
above them had lessened considerably, and Sanji knew that the avalanche had
all but stopped. He was cold, wet, weary, and his body ached all over, but
he was alive, they were both alive, and at that moment, that made him even
happier than All Blue.
"SANJI!!!! ZORO!!!! WHERE ARE YOU GUUUUYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSS?!?!?"
Luffy's bellow startled them both, as it ripped mightily across the island.
The rumble above them started again even before the last word was
finished, and Sanji knew that it was all about to start again, whether he
was ready or not.
"Life is never easy." he heard himself mutter out loud.
"Feh. Easy is boring." was the tired reply.
And because things were never easy, and looked like they were never GOING
to be easy, because his life had always been anything but boring, because,
it appeared, he liked it that way, and, well, just because he goddamn
COULD, he lifted himself up, rolled slightly to the side, leaned down, and
kissed Zoro soundly.
To be continued....