Crystal: Hi everyone out there! And welcome to this story^^ it's my first fan fiction ever, so please be nice, Okay? I only have English as second language, so I had a lot of problems with my grammas… but thanks to Kitty, the story have become better than before! ^^
Kitty: Hey everyone, I'm the beta for this story so feel free to criticize whatever I miss that needs to get looked at. Don't blame me too much, I maybe an author myself, but this is the first time I beta'd anyone's story so there might be a lot of mistakes. Also don't blame crystalbluefox if her chapters take along time, it will probably be my fault. I have just recently sprained my wrist and am in college and a new job so everything is going to be hectic for me. Also my spell check is freaking out on me so pay no mind to my little notes that might have misspellings.
~Kitty
Crystal: Oh! And then the disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. Only those you never heard of before. ^^
Dragged to the limit
It was such a wonderful day; The sun was shining brightly, the sea was clearly blue, the town, they just had arrived for two days ago, was peacefully… and he got his first kiss from Nami-swan, after she had tried on that perfume that he had bought to her this same day… it was a perfume with the smell of orange and mandarins. Oh ya, it was such a wonderful day, such a wonderful week, nothing could go wrong… or could it?
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1. Chapter
Mossheads mistake
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"Oh, Sanji-kuuuuun…?" Nami sang in a sing-song voice from the railing of the Thousand Sunny. The blonde chef spun straight away around on his heel and looked straight up to her. "You wouldn't please bring me some more ink and paper, would you? I ran out of it all." She said in her most pursuing voice she could manage and looked innocent down at him. "Oh, and while you're at it… would you please buy me another bottle of that wonderfully perfume you bought me last week? I really love its aroma,"
"But of course, Nami-swaan!" Sanji called back from the harbour, waving crazily around with his arms up to his lovely Nami. A smile from the red-haired girl back to the love-sick cook almost caused him to fall over his own legs, he managed to step aside but instead he fell over some boxes that where right beside him.
"Yohohohohoho!" a warming laugher was to hear all over the place as the afro haired skeleton, Brooke, almost collapsed of laugh as he was looking down from the ship, at the heart surrounding cook that only had an eye for his adorable Nami-swan.
"Everything for my beautiful princess!" the cook called back, once again waving his hands up to her, laying over the boxes and totally seized in to the fishnet that also had laid there. Nami shook her head, as she glanced down at the crazy cook, still she couldn't keep a smile back. The cook had become more; well, kind of crazy or lovesick lately, after the kiss she gave him last week. But she kind of didn't regret it, she didn't know if she also was starting to have some more feelings towards him. But one thing was for sure; she loved to play around with him when he was in that 'state'.
Brooke was catching his breath again (if a skeleton ever could do that?) and putted on his black hat that he had dropped in his laugh attack. "I've never seen such a funny thing before," The skeleton said to the green haired swordsman, who now stood beside him and glared irritated down at the clumsy chef.
"Tss! That shitty cook…?" Zoro said with a smirk. "He must have lost his brain lately, course yesterday he almost cooked Chopper alive, and the day before he started to chew on Luffy's hat than the pancakes on his plate… that almost cost him a broken nose." He shook his head and scratched his neck. "Stupid love-cook!"
"I see. Our young chef doesn't have his eyes with him lately," Brooke said as he laughed out once again and suddenly gave the young swordsman a couple of his hardest slapping on to his shoulder, so he almost got slapped down in the deck… not because they where that hard, but because he got surprised of getting some. "Well I don't have any eyes to see with! Yohohohoho!"
Zoro sneered off that old joke (he had heard them so many times in such a short period, that they already were getting old). After sending the skeleton a weird glare he jumped down from the deck and landed a good distance from the crazy cook, perfectly on his feet like a cat. He put his hands into his pockets and walked away.
"Just a minute, Zoro…!" Nami called. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Swords!" was the only response she ever got from him. She sighed and called again.
"Hey! Zoro wait! Come back here! NOW!" She ordered, but he walked away as if he didn't hear anything of what she said, he knew what she was going to tell him. Sanji jumped to his feet and ran after the swordsman. He launched a kick towards Zoro, but he managed to dodge the kick just in time, and grabbed the next kick that was coming towards him.
"Got a problem, shit-cook?" he asked with a lifted brow.
"Listen to Nami-san when she is talking to you!" he snared back at him.
"Did, answered, now going."
"What the hell is you're problem, anyway? And let go of my foot, asshole!"
"To get trapped with you, idiot!" Zoro said and let go off Sanji's foot, then he turned the aggressive cook, there was cursing as hell about what the fuck he actually meant about that, the back and looked up on the ship. "I'm going to be fine!" the swordsman then called up to the navigator. Sanji exploded in the same time, pissed over that he wouldn't listen to what he was saying to him, and was ready to rip the head off that shitty bastard of a swordsman.
"Don't be stupid, Zoro," Nami called back down to him "you always get lost or get yourself into trouble!" The laugh of the skeleton-pirate was once again to hear.
"Well, well, never heard of a swordsman getting lost on his own ship either!"
"No one was ever saying that, you bonehead!" Zoro roared back at him, but Broke just laugh even more at that.
"Indeed I am! Yohohohoho!"
"He's right, you know?" Sanji smirked; insulting Zoro was the perfect way to cool down his temper again. Half smiling, or just trying to resist his laugh to appear, he lit one of his cigarettes, a hand covering his big mouth. "That was your mistake, moss-head, that is why Nami completely stopped having faith in your sense of direction."
"Why you… women puppy!"
"What did you just call me?" the cook asked in a risked easy tone, biting hard into his cancer-stick (as Zoro liked to call it at times).
Zoro smirked at the cook's reaction. "…women puppy! Jumps around them like a shitty dog, doing what ever they ask you to do."
"That is so not true, you damn…"
"Sanji-kun…? Would you please keep an eye on Zoro?" Nami suddenly asked him, not hearing a word of their 'little chat'. Sanji swallowed his own words, he was about to throw back in the head of that shitty swordsman; he dropped his cigarette down from his lips and looked sadly up to his princess.
"B-but, Nami-swan…? I- I…"
"I don't have faith in his sense of direction, as you said, so I hoped you perhaps would keep an eye on him? Keeping him away from any trouble? And you can still walk around and get that stuff you need, right, Sanji-kun?"
"Everything for my adorable melorine-chaan!" He then called back, hearts appeared in his eye as he said that, then he turned around on his heal, walking off with the laughing swordsman after him.
"I promise you, Moss-head, you goanna pay for this later! It's your damn fault that I don't get a day with Nami-san today!" He threatened him with and then lit a new cigarette to calm down his nerves. Damn way to start such a wonderful day, now it couldn't get any worse… could it?
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"Oi… Oi! Ero-cook! Wake up you damn curl brow! Nami is tossing off all of her close, and you are goanna missing it all."
"Shut the fuck up, shithead." Sanji growled without opening his eye, knowing who was talking to him, and what didn't make it better, was that damn shitty headache that was starting to appear. How did he get one, anyway? "Nami-san would never do such a thing." He said and kicked where he though that the damn swordsman was, but instead his kick got stopped as something was snaring around his feet's and a high sound of metal against metal was to hear. He dared to open his one eye to find out that they were chained to a wall, and they where locked into a very little, dark and stony room.
He looked around before he started. "Where the hell are we? The last thing I know was when we said goodbye to Nami-san and the others."
"How the hell should I know?" sneers Zoro.
"Well, you were the fucking one who woke up first!"
"THAT'S NO DAMN FUCKING EXCUSE, YOU DAMN SHITTY COOK!!" Sanji bowed his head and buried his ears into his arms, which he only now, found out was hanging over his head.
"Damn it, you…" Sanji started, trying to let his head cool off again. It felt like someone had hit him with a big stone hammer right in his inner brain. "My head… hurts like hell. Damn it! So please don't yell like that, shithead!"
Silence fell for a while in between them, nothing was heard, except the two, three yawns that came from Zoro once in a while, and tilting his head he was almost asleep when the cook began to talk to him again.
"So, what happened?" he asked, after getting a control over his headache and once again looked around. Outside there was nothing but silence either, so they couldn't be in the middle of the town, and as how the cell looked like; stony and so… depressing, Sanji could only figure out one place that they could be, but… "How'd we end up here? The Marines?" He then dared to ask about, but he got no response from the swordsman. "Hey? You hear me?" he asked again, but still no response, just a snoring. "The hell, answer me when I'm talking!" The cook yelled this time, well aware that he didn't become too loud, so his headache wouldn't wake up and make trouble again.
"No idea," the swordsman finally responded irritated without opening his eyes. "Last thing I remember was you pulling me down the street, wanting me to play the mule that has to drag your bags back to the ship, since you where to busy to act like an idiot around a bitch named Lolita or something."
"Who?"
Zoro opened his eyes and looked tired up in the ceiling trying to find an answer. "No idea, never seen her before. The fuck, that's not the point," he looked over to the cook. "The point is that YOU DRAGGED ME IN TO HER FUCKING APARTMENT AND DRUNK THE SHIT OUT OF YOURSELF!"
"Don't, fucking… YELL AT ME!" Sanji bowed his head once again, as his headache was banging harder than before, the fucking cactus-head made him forget not to yell.
"So…? What? Didn't think you could get drunk," the cook said after a little while, still with his head close between his arms and gave the swordsman a sarcastic smile. "Weren't you supposed to be the one to become the greatest sword master?"
"No living person can handle three bottles of 89% of alcohol in it, not even a swordsman!" Zoro noted, hating the cook putting him as a weak man.
"Oh my God…"
"What?" Zoro asked irritated. Sanji didn't answer right away. "What?" he asked again. Sanji looked weak up.
"My head, hurts, and spinning and I'm dizzy," The cook finally said, but with a weak voice. "Think I'm goanna throw up…" Zoro lifted a brow.
"No wonder," he said "never thought that you'd ever survived one and a half bottle… alone!"
"Hn," was the only answer he got back. He eyed the cook with a worried look. His smile faded, and his face was ash grey.
"Not feeling… too well,"
"Knew you couldn't handle it, stupid cook!" he said, well he was kind of worry about him. No living person could ever survive that much alcohol at the same time, and with a high percent of alcohol in it. Even he was kind of dizzy, never tried to drink something with so much percent of alcohol in it, but at least he knew how to hide it. "Man, you really need some help." Sanji didn't answer him, just kept his gaze down. "Shit!" Zoro turned around to the steel door in front of them, something was fucking wrong with the cook, even if he wanted to admit it or not.
"Hey! Is someone out there?" He called out to who ever there might be on the other side of that shitty door. "We need some help in here! Hey! HEY!!" he yelled again, lauder then before, but there was no response. The only thing he heard was Sanji moaning as he started to move again.
"It's, okay," the cook suddenly responded, lolling his head from one side to another, in a no gesture.
"The hell it's not. Fuck! Why the hell did you drag us up to her apartment? It's that bitch fault, you know…!"
"Shut, up!" Sanji answered him. "Talk polite, when you are talking about a lady!" Once again he kicked out after the swordsman; forgetting that he was still chained up to the wall, both arms and legs. He sighed heavily and looked down, the bang of his hair now hiding both of his eyes.
"Tss, stupid cook," He heard the green haired man say, but didn't do nor say anything. He wasn't feeling all to well. Damn it! Why had he let himself drink so much? And a wine, or what ever it was they where drinking, with so much percent of alcohol in it? No way could it be his fault, it was defiantly that shitty swordsman's doing. He had dragged him to an Inn or a pub and made him to drink so much. Defiantly had fun with it, defiantly he had said it was all right, and it wasn't. Damn it! What had happened?
"Shit! I don't remember anything." He said to the last with a cracked voice. Heat was washing over him, and the headache got more and more difficult to hold out. Damn! He felt his stomach turning around and suddenly he couldn't hold it any longer. He throw it all up down at the floor, and got even dizzier about that.
Zoro make a jump of surprise, or shock, when he heard the cook emptying his stomach down on the floor like that. He looked worried at him; the cook was now dangling down from the chains, not looking all to well, and not even moving.
"Oi! Cook! Wake up man…" no response. "Wake up! Sanji, can you hear me? Shit, damn cook!" Zoro grabbed around his own chains and pulled as hard as he could, pulling harder each time, but nothing happened. "Hey! Sanji… Sanji! Wake up, put your self together or Nami will kick the hell out of ya, when she finds out of this… And if she wouldn't I would!" Something suddenly started to move over at the cook by now. Sanji sneered at him, without raising his head.
"Are you deaf, or what? Told you, don't yell, like that," he finally said. Zoro breathed in relief. Sanji noticed that and came out with a funny "hmpf" when he heard that. He dried his mouth in his own jacket "What? Worried about me?"
"Te!" the swordsman answered with a sarcastic smile. "Why the hell shouldn't I? I'd get in a hell of a lot of trouble if the ships cook was brought back dead!"
Sanji raised his curly brow and starred at him with a deadly look. "What did you say, you damn-"
"Careful, don't cause yourself to cry… or throw up again!"
"Are you fucking mocking me?"
"Take it as you wan't… wimp."
"What the hell, Marimo?! When I get out of these things I'll kick your fucking ass and face so much that you won't be able to sit NOR RENEGONICE YOUR OWN DAMN, SHITTY GAZE!!!"
"Gaze?" Zoro asked with a lifted brow. A smile was dragging even more up to the one side of his face.
"What?" Sanji looked up at him with confusion written all over his face, his headache throbbing once again.
"You said 'gaze', you lame cook. Take a language lesson, before you speak up next time!"
"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN NEXT TIME, YOU SHITTY, FUCKING, DAMN HELL OF A MARIMO SHITHEAD!!!" He pressed his ears against his arms again, and bowed down his head; it was hurting and throbbing more than ever. The dizziness was overwhelming him once again, causing the room they were in to spin.
"Damn it," He said with a whisper. "Just let me sleep for a little while, will ya? Then we can break out from here and go back to the others, before Nami-san will get too worried about me…" The last word even became to a weak murmur, and then he slowly got dragged in to the worry full sleep.
Zoro stared at him for a while with no expression on his face. Thereafter he stared directly in to the grey, sad looking stonewall that was surrounding them in this little room of a cell.
"Stupid Ero-cook," he suddenly said out to the wall, well knowing that the other man wouldn't hear him. "You've already been asleep for two days now!" He closed his eyes and tried to fell asleep, and with good luck… besides; nothing would not happen right here and now, he could sense.
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After a good long of sleep Zoro once again woke up, yawning and stretching his whole body as much as possible. His own headache was gone by now, and he was feeling much better now then before, but someone else wasn't, he found this out as he had woken up to a pissed off cook who was kicking an fat man out of the chamber or room… or what else you would call this cursed place.
"Touch me one more time again, ball-head," the cook screamed fiercely at the unconscious fat man out at the corridor. "And you will be a dead man, you damn, fucking, prick!"
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First chapter… DONE! Completely! Thank you so much, Kitty Kat, you're the best!! ^^ I hope that your wrist will get better soon, just take it easy on things, okay? ^^ And for making it easier for you, Cloud-Ima has promised to take a look on chapter three (the chapter is filling more than twenty pages!), since you are busy enough with chapter two by now... with a sprained wrist… Just remember to take your time, don't overdo something, kay? ^^ A thousand hugs to you and THANKS for helping me out of my problems… You are truly an angel ^o^
And to all of you others: hope you like it, and please let me know what you think about this chapter. Take care…