Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, or its characters, I merely used them to benefit my ideas.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Lemons in later chapters.

Authoress' Note: I hope this chapter clears a few things up, a lot of your questions are a part of what the story is about, so they might not be answered till later, any new ones, feel free to ask in your review.

Story on a kind of hiatus, I broke my laptop, but hopefully will be with a new comp in a few months ^_^

Healing Chapter Three

Zoro yawned as he climbed up the ladder to the crows nest. It had been four days since Sanji had come out of his coma, and he was strong enough now to do most of his daily routine on his own.

Something was still troubling him as he sat down on the wood floor of the crows nest. There was something going on with Sanji, he wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that something was wrong, and he was going to find out what.

He began to notice it the day Sanji got injured. They had been sent off the ship by Nami to go and pick up some supplies from the weapons shop, when they heard marine sirens. Normally, they would have just headed back to the ship and waited for them to finish and leave, but Sanji seemed itching for a fight.

Zoro didn't mind, he hadn't had a good battle in a while, and was also in need of some stress relief.

However, Sanji immediately ran off after them, without even waiting for Zoro to follow. Then when Zoro tried to keep up, he continually darted through the maze of alleys, as though he was trying to lose Zoro. In which he soon succeeded, leaving Zoro at a loss of what he was doing.

When Zoro finally caught up to him via the sirens, he found the man half crouched against a wall, bleeding profusely, completely surrounded by dead and severely wounded marines.

First off, the fact that Sanji was injured at all was shocking. The only thing that could have caused that was carelessness, or extreme dumb luck, and he didn't think it was the latter.

Then, on the basis of that, why would he be careless? He should have scouted out to find the best way to fight, and in all Zoro's time of knowing him, he had never seen him take on this many at once. Sanji may be a jackass sometimes, but he always knew when to accept help.

Apparently not in this case, as he was left broken and bloody, when he could have just waited for Zoro to catch up.

Zoro scratched the back of his head and closed his eyes.

Why did I have to fall for such a confusing person! Why can't I go back to the way things were, before I started having feelings for him, and it was just a friendly rivalry?

Yes, it was true; he had fallen for the stupid love-cook. It was wrong, and it hurt, but it was true. Zoro sighed as he remembered the day he began to feel this way.

It was in the midst of a storm, and they were supposed to be tethering down the supplies when the ship pitched violently and Sanji fell into the water. Zoro had panicked and jumped in after him after tying a rope around his waist.

He had seen the blonde, panic striken eyes wide open for a split second before he watched him get pulled under. He was being carried down by a current made by the storm.

When he finally managed to swim down to Sanji, the man was unconscious. Zoro immediately dragged him up to the surface and pulled them back on deck using the rope. Once on a solid surface, Zoro only had to do one chest pump before Sanji's eyes shot open and he started hacking up water.

When the blonde finally realised where he was and remembered what happened, he went into shock and burst into tears. Zoro was shocked for a second, and before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled Sanji into his arms and held him securely. He whispered reassurances until Sanji stopped shaking and his breathing returned to normal.

Sanji had then pulled himself out of his arms, embarrassment quite evident on his face. He mumbled a thank you, and stood on shaky legs to walk back to his quarters.

Zoro watched him leave, and was left to contemplate why he had held the man, and why the fuck was he feeling like this, why he hadn't wanted him to leave.

Since then, they had become something of a mutual companionship, not exactly a friendship, but it worked for them. They still had their fights, which were no less heated, but they had started to tell each other more about themselves.

Their relationship had more to do with trust, than caring or niceties. They both knew that the other had their back, and that fact was often relied on in battle.

Zoro sighed again, leaning against the rail for support.

What could he expect? They were pirates after all, they weren't meant for love or romance. Every story he had ever heard of a pirate falling in love always ended in tragedy, or betrayal. Zoro didn't think he could take either one. So why couldn't he stop his heart from jumping every time he saw the blonde cook smile, or why couldn't he stop trying for those subtle 'accidental' brushes of hands or arms.

It hurt because he knew the feelings would never be mutual, and that he couldn't get rid of them regardless, but that wasn't going to change, and he needed to focus on the task at hand. Even if he never said it, he would always feel it, and it was tearing him up inside.

Zoro knew that something was wrong with Sanji, but he also knew that if he didn't broach the subject, the love-cook would probably never get up the gall to tell him.

"That settles it, the next time I see the cook alone, I'm going to ask him about it." He thought as he leaned back against the railing.

Zoro opened his eyes and saw a blonde head with blue eyes staring back at him.

"Zoro, I need to talk to you about something." Sanji said as he sat down in front of him.


Ok, I know that was short, but I uploaded it in ONE WEEK not two, so I think I should be forgiven, I should have another one up after Christmas. I hope this cleared a few things up, send me any spelling/grammar, or just plain mistakes you find in this and I will be happy to fix them.

Thank you to:






Chibi Yoruichi

Kami Takai

For Reviewing. Subway sandwiches for all! Cause I know IM going to gorge during the holidays.