Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. I make nothing from writing this.

Summary: He knew he'd said something wrong when Zoro stormed out instead of punching him. [Implied ZoSan, AU]

Inspirational Song: 'Once' by Rascal Flatts.


Once

Part One - Sanji

"I don't even know why I'm still with you, stupid marimo."

When a fist didn't immediately connect with his face, Sanji was concerned, When the sounds of a door slamming shocked him out of his daze, he was afraid. When three weeks passed and Zoro still wasn't back, he got desperate. When he couldn't find the idiot no matter who he called, he finally lost it.

Fuck his manly pride; he needed that bastard.

~*~

"This is my voicemail. Leave a message if you want, but I probably won't call back. The shit cook gave me this phone so I wouldn't get lost. Tch. As if I'd eve-"

"-hurry the fuck up, Marimo. We have to meet Luffy for dinner!"

"Anyway, leave a message that I won't get back to."

-BEEP-

"H-Hey, it's me. Um, where are you? It's-It's been three weeks and I'm starting to worry. Call me back so I know you're okay. I…" Miss you.

Sanji hung up the phone, squeezing the small device in his hands. Where the hell had his idiot boyfriend gone? Surely Zoro didn't think he actually meant what he said? He was just angry and somehow it had slipped out. Of course he knew why he stayed with the swordsman. It was love, wasn't it?

~*~

"This is my voicemail. Leave a message if you want, but I probably won't call back. The shit cook gave me this phone so I wouldn't get lost. Tch. As if I'd eve-"

"-hurry the fuck up, Marimo. We have to meet Luffy for dinner!"

"Anyway, leave a message that I won't get back to."

-BEEP-

"It's me again. Did you get lost or something? Just fucking come home already." Sanji hung up the phone before he could spit anymore nonsense into Zoro's voicemail, tossing the phone next to him on the couch. Sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch, he glared at the wall, like it was its fault that Zoro was still gone. Another week had passed and still no contact from the green haired man.

Did he seriously just ruin the best thing he ever had?

~*~

"If this is Sanji, fuck you, stupid, fucking, shit cook."

-BEEP-

Sanji hung up without leaving a message, biting hard into his bottom lip until he could taste copper on his tongue. So Zoro did check his messages, the liar. The cook threw the apartment phone across the room, only slightly satisfied when it broke in two and fell to the ground.

Damn Zoro for making him feel this way.

~*~

"Shit cook, I know you keep calling, so stop it. I'm not coming home so you can forget it. And this shitty phone is going in the trash as soon as I get done with this message. Fucker.

-BEEP-

"You asshole, do you know how much I paid for that?" Sanji yelled into his cell phone, jabbing his thumb on end call and fighting against himself to put it in his pocket instead of throwing it against the wall. If he broke that, how the hell was he going to keep calling that shitty bastard?

The cook sighed as he dialed Zoro's number again, just calling to hear Zoro's stupid voce one more time.

~*~

"I couldn't throw the phone away. Nami yelled at me, the bitch. You have to stop. It's over, Sanji."

-BEEP-

"Y-You know, I see you everywhere!" Sanji laughed, much too drunk for his own good. The bottle of wine in his hand-the fourth one, actually-was nearly empty and he didn't think he had anymore in the cabinets. "It's been three months, shit-shit swordsman! And, hey, I'll say when it's fucking over." The cook threw his bottle at the wall, smirking as he watched little drops of the liquid moving down towards the floor. Zoro would've enjoyed that. "I really miss you, Zoro. I- I wish you would come home. Your pillow doesn't even smell like you anymore. I had to wash it, you know, 'cause I spilled rum on it. Ha ha, bet you didn't think I'd ever drink that disgusting shit."

Zoro's voicemail cut him off, and Sanji swore as he dialed the number again. This time, it was obvious that the swordsman was really done with him. He'd turned his phone off.

Sanji muffled a sob into his arm, throwing the phone at the wall, scowling when it didn't break in two like his house phone had.

If Zoro was done with him, then whatever. He could get someone a lot better.

~*~

"The number you dialed has been disconnected. Please hang up and dial again."

-BEEP-

"Shit."

~TBC~