Much to Zoro's misfortune, Sanji ended up asking Nami for help.

"Stop refusing, baka! I'm no woman, and you're not only gonna be leading a woman in the dance, you're gonna be leading Robin-chan. Now suck it up and watch us!"

The swordsman muttered irritable comments under his breath as he settled on the bench of the crows' nest to watch his two nakamas ball dancing. Not something he'd like to be doing but, what the hell, better than dancing with Ero-cook.

However, he was afraid he was going to be watching a blood shower coming from the cook instead. He was, though, proven wrong as Sanji was taking it quite seriously. [After, of course, a little less than an hour of fangirling over the situation.]

While dancing with Sanji, Zoro couldn't fully appreciate how good the cook actually was at it, seeing that he was only focusing on trying not to step on his nakama's polished shoes. Not that he cared about Sanji's shoes. Yet, he did care about Robin's feet.

When Nami and Sanji started dancing, they were both so good at it that he felt a twinge of uncontrolled jealousy. They were both very graceful dancers in contrast to him, who was very stiff.

He started understanding the instructions that Sanji had been trying to tell him. Slowly but surely, he was learning.

When they stopped, Zoro could see a trail of blood streaming down Sanji's nostril.

"I'm surprised he didn't break down any sooner," Nami remarked, taking deep breaths before turning to Zoro, a sly smirk on her face. She offered him her hand. "Your turn."

The swordsman cringed, wondering if dancing with Sanji was a better idea. Putting his hand on Nami's waste felt wrong, as he felt like he was betraying Robin.

You're not even together with her, Zoro, get a grip, he thought, accepting her hand.

"Ehh," he muttered as the music started. It was definitely easier to dance with a woman (as you were supposed to). And having her shorter than the man also helped-

"Shit…" Zoro snapped in the middle of the dance, which caught Nami by surprise.

"What?" she asked, pausing.

"Robin's taller than me," the swordsman pointed out bluntly. Sanji laughed.

"Pshh, don't worry about that, you goof," she replied, waving her hand. "If it'll make you feel any better, I'll make sure she doesn't wear heels. And you can borrow one of Sanji's high shoes. It could help."

"Do you realize how tall that woman is?!" Zoro said, rubbing his neck. "Gee…"

Nami and Sanji exchanged knowing looks.

"Zoro," Nami said, turning the music off. "Listen..."

"Huh?" he asked, noticing that both his nakama were getting far too close to him.

"You now know the basic dance moves. But aside from that, you need to know the basic steps of being a refined man. Constantly calling Robin "woman" in that harsh tone of yours is no good," Nami explained.

"Ahh, my dearest Robin-chan, may I have this dance?" Sanji offered in his utmost gentleman tone, taking Nami, who was playing the role of Robin, by her hand.

"It's not that hard, Zoro. Give it a try," Nami instructed. With a loud groan, Zoro got off the bench and stood in front of her. He cleared his throat.

"Uh…wanna dance?" he asked.

"You idiot, say it more gently!" she argued.

Zoro clenched his fists before trying again. "Will you dance with me?"

"Will you dance with me, Robin-chan," Sanji corrected.

"Will you dance with me, Robin?" Zoro asked, his patience at its limits.

"His voice is too harsh," Nami pointed out to Sanji, as if Zoro wasn't able to hear her comment.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not gonna replace my vocal cords for your sake, Nami," Zoro snapped, completely fed up.

"Oi, this is Nami-san you're talking to, be a little tender, will you?!" Sanji scolded.

"Ughhhh! Just give it up, I'm no damn gentleman, and I'm more than sure Robin won't give a shit about it!" Zoro shot out, stomping back to the bench and lying down, ignoring the glares from Sanji.

"What are you doing?!" Nami yelled.

"I'm gonna take a nap, or do I need your permission?"

"Tch. At least he learned a few dance moves," Sanji said, taking out a cigarette. "You had better not mess up tomorrow's dance, shitty marimo."

"It's too tight…" Zoro grumbled, fiddling with the tie Sanji had fixed for him. "Gee, how do you wear this thing every day?"

The cook was too busy applying gel to his hair to care for the swordsman's tie crisis. He made an exaggerated twirl and spread out his arms in front of Zoro.

"Eh? Whatdya think?" he asked. Zoro gave his nakama a quick scan.

"Uh...gorgeous," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Nami barged into the men's quarters, closing the door behind her. She stocked towards Zoro.

"Zoro. If you mess up once, or step on Robin's foot, I'm busting your sorry-ass. Understood?" Nami threatened.

"Gee, what's up with you? I won't mess up," Zoro replied. She gave his head a slap before walking out to the deck.

"Marimo, don't you dare harm Robin-chan's delicate foot! Focus while dancing, you hear?" Sanji said. "Or you'll be facing my leg."

Luffy's voice shot out from outside the men's quarters, interrupting them.

"OI! ZOROOO, SANJIII! YOU'RE LATE!" their captain shouted eagerly. Sanji nudged his head towards the door. Before the cook walked out, Zoro grabbed him by his jacket.

"For God's sake, you'll wrinkle it!" Sanji snapped, looking back. "What?!"

"Oi, Ero-cook…" Zoro whispered. He rubbed his neck. "I didn't think of this but uh…what if Robin doesn't wanna dance?"

Sanji cocked his eyebrow. With a sigh, he turned to look at Zoro. "Listen up here. I don't usually admit or even notice when a woman is attracted to someone other than me. But I can guarantee you that she's gonna wanna dance with you. Now, let's go before Luffy breaks open this door and drags us out himself."

Once they walked out to the deck, they noticed Luffy dressed in a white suit, specially sewn by Nami. He grinned.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" he exclaimed. Zoro scanned the deck until his eyes fell on Robin, who he was used to seeing in a dress. However, her usual let down hair was pulled up. Nami sent Zoro a wink, which caused him to turn his head away in irritation.

Brook stood by the railings. The violin's pleasant tunes spread throughout the Sunny. Chopper shuffled out of the kitchen and ran towards Zoro.

"Looking handsome," Zoro told him with a smirk. Chopper was also wearing a suit and his usual routine of wiggling about and spouting curses was subsided as Luffy let out a loud laugh. He swung his arm multiple times before flashing Nami a grin.

"NAAMIIII!" he yelled, stretching his arms towards her.

"L-Luffy! Wait! I just had my hair done!" Nami protested, backing away. However, her cries were in vein. Luffy was able to grab her by her waist and pull her towards him.

"Let's dance!" he said, his grin as big as the moon.

"Gee, my hair's all over the place now, Luffy," she complained, padding it down. She sighed, a smile spreading across her face. "Well then, let's see how well you can dance, captain."

"R-Robin?" Chopper approached Robin, who had been watching Luffy and Nami with interest. She looked down at Chopper, who was still in his usual little form. She smiled at him.

"Yes, Chopper?" she said.

"You….You wanna dance with me?" he asked, fiddling with his hat. A chuckle escaped Robin's mouth.

"That would be a pleasure, sir."

His face brightened. "Except…I can't turn big because the suit would rip…" he explained. Robin shook her head and bent down to pick Chopper up.

"That won't be a problem," she told him with a smile. Just like a child, he nuzzled his face into her shoulder as she made gentle movements and slow turns.

Zoro smiled, leaning back on the door of the men's quarters. He didn't mind waiting for his turn, in contrast to the cook, who was barely containing his jealousy.

"Why couldn't I have the first dance with Nami-san?!" he complained.

As soon as the first song ended, Sanji perked up and starting skipping towards Nami.

"NAMII-SWAAAAN!" he bubbled just before crashing to the ground as he noticed Usopp approaching her before him.

"Not bad, Luffy!" Usopp said. He looked at Nami and put one of his hands on his waist and the other, he shot in the air. "But I bet my dancing is better!"

"Shishishi! We'll see!" Luffy laughed.

"WHY USOPP, YOU ASSHOLE!" Sanji shrieked.

Robin put Chopper down and gave his hat a gentle pat. With a giggle, he ran towards Luffy and jumped on him enthusiastically. Robin straightened her back and laughed at the endearing moves of her little nakama.

Zoro could feel his stomach making summersaults as he walked towards Robin as slowly and as quietly as he could. He didn't want any commotion, and approaching her gradually was his best bet. He fixed his tie before appearing before her.

He started feeling flustered as he watched her surprised expression turn into a gentle smile.

"Uh…" he began.

Come on, dumbass, just do it like they taught you!

He knitted his eyebrows, running his hand through his hair. "Robin…"

The tension grew as her smile grew in size. She was anticipating his request, he guessed.

"Let's dance," he finally said, taking her hand gently and leading her to the middle of the deck. Sanji had been watching from afar, and Zoro could feel his glares piercing right through him.

Okay, so it didn't go as planned, big deal…

"I didn't realize you knew how to dance," Robin remarked as she placed her hand on Zoro's shoulder. Zoro shrugged.

"I don't. I suck at it. The only thing you can guarantee about this is I won't be stepping on your foot."

Or so he hoped.

"Don't expect anything dazzling," he told her, feeling twice as nervous as he had when he put his hand on her waist than with Nami. With a silent deep breath, Zoro began to lead the dance. Surprisingly, he found it easier to lead the dance with Robin than with Nami, who had been stiff due to not trusting Zoro with her precious feet. However Robin allowed him to lead, and had no problem going along with his moves.

"I wanna dance with Zoro, too…" Luffy whined quietly, receiving a gentle hit from the navigator.

"Is this why you and Sanji have been staying on the Sunny alone recently?" Robin asked quietly enough for only Zoro to hear. With a curse, Zoro maneuvered his eye away from the teasing eyes of the archaeologist.

"So what of it?" he demanded, not allowing himself to be distracted by their conversation and lose his footing. Robin chuckled.

"Nothing of it, Zoro," she replied. After a moment of silence, Robin decided to speak her mind.

"Why did you go to the trouble?"

She had to ask…he thought bitterly.

"Didn't wanna make a fool of myself if I was forced to dance," he told her, knowing very well she wouldn't leave it at that.

"Ah," Robin concluded. "So, asking Sanji for dance lessons is less embarrassing?"

"Maybe I just wanted to learn!" he said.

"You were afraid of showing yourself holding three babies, Zoro. Are you trying to convince me that asking Sanji for dance lessons is any less mortifying?"

"You didn't have to bring that memory up, Robin," Zoro argued, lifting her hand in the air and guiding her through a gentle twirl.

Robin laughed softly. "I've never had such a pleasure teasing someone as much as you."

The swordsman could already feel his face turning red. He let out an irritated tch. "Wow, I'm a lucky man."

Zoro knitted his eyebrows as he noticed there was no longer any music playing, and he could tell that Robin had realized it as well. They stopped dancing and glanced over at their nakama, who were staring at them in bafflement.

"Uh…you two realize it's been about five minute since the song ended, right?" Franky pointed out. Zoro's stomach made a flip as he and Robin let go of each other's hands.

"What babies was Robin talking about?" Nami asked, as curious as ever.

"Zoro, your face's too red…" Chopper remarked, concerned.

"My turn for you to dance with me!" Luffy exclaimed.

Zoro looked over at Robin, a crooked smile on his face. With her knowing chuckle, Robin tilted her head quizzically.

"I suppose we got too distracted, swordsman-san," she said.

"Yeah. Guess so."

The End 8D!