It's been a lovely dream.

Enjoy~

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"So where can I put my stuff?"

Looking up from the midst of cooking breakfast, Sanji saw Zoro standing at the hall with his suitcases in hand. "Ah, I'll need to shift around some of my things to make room for yours, but for now you can put them in the closet of my office. It's the door opposite the bathroom." he called out before returning his attention to the french toast he was preparing. Yes, he knew it was corny. French toast in Paris. He was mainly doing it to see if Zoro would notice. 'If I know him, which I do, he won't even think of it.'

Not that it mattered. Sanji was far too happy to care. His dream was here and he was going to enjoy every second of it. No more taking things for granted. He was determined to make the rest of this dream better than what they had ever hoped for. He wanted it to be their dream.

"Okay." Zoro turned back down the hall and headed for the door pointed out. After finding himself looking into the bathroom, he grumbled about stupid cook directions and turned around to face the other door. "Leave it to that prancing idiot to have an entire walk in closet and three dressers filled." he mumbled before stepping into the office.

As he expected, it was clean and well kept. Several bookshelves lined the walls, all of them filled with a wide array of titles. A large rosewood desk was placed in front of the window that took up most of the back wall, and there was a multitude of pictures that covered what available space was left. All of them were of their friends, mostly from their college days, but a few newer ones were peppered in.

However what got Zoro's attention was what looked to be a large, glass wine goblet on the desk. He saw two things in it, which puzzled him. One was a flat, black river rock that was completely rounded smooth. The other was the green round thing that looked kind of fluffy sitting at the bottom of this over sized wine goblet filled with water. For a moment Zoro just stared at it, confused as hell.

"That looks like... Sanji..?! Come in here a sec!" Zoro called out. He had to be seeing things...

Pouting that he was being disturbed mid toast dunking in the egg and cinnamon mixture, Sanji wiped off his hands and headed for the office. "What is it?" he asked as he reached the opened door.

Zoro had sat down his suit cases and looked back at his lover as he pointed at the goblet on the desk. "What's this..?"

Sanji blinked and stepped in closer to see what Zoro was pointing at. When he saw the item in question, the blonde smiled brightly. "That's Baka. My pet Marimo."

That simple answer had Zoro staring in disbelief. "You... Have a pet Marimo... And named it Baka..?"

The cook beamed happily. "Yep! Isn't he cute?"

The swordsman blinked slowly. He looked between the moss and Sanji for a long moment before he scrubbed at his face with his hands in bewilderment. ".. How long have you had Baka..?" he asked slowly.

Sanji had to pause and think for a moment. "Let's see... I brought it here from Japan... So... About a year and a half."

Zoro didn't know which part was more ridiculous. The fact Sanji had moss for a pet.. Or the fact Zoro felt an odd twinge of jealousy from it. "So.. Why did you get it..?"

A shrug tilted Sanji's shoulders. "I saw it in a shop and thought it was cute." Sanji smirked and moved in close to nip at Zoro's ear. "It reminded me of you.." he whispered.

Zoro felt his cheeks heat a bit as he lowered his hands from his face. "Great.. I make you think of moss."

"Not just any moss." Sanji countered as he wrapped his arms around Zoro's waist. "The most precious.. And treasured moss there is.."

Tan cheeks grew hotter as Zoro looked away. "Shut up..."

A soft chuckle left Sanji as he reached up and ran his hand through the soft green hair. "Baka Marimo.." he purred before moving in for a tender kiss.

Zoro didn't resist, and eventually held on to his lover in return. The sentiment was playing weird with his emotions. He felt.. Light. And though he would kill anyone that suggested it... Kind of fluffy...

'Fuck.. I'm gettin soft...'

After a moment of the lingering contact, Sanji pulled away purring. "I think I like having two pet marimos.."

A bland stare was on Zoro's face. "Oi..." He couldn't really figure out what to follow up with that. It was something that made Zoro feel strangely tingly. Yes. Tingly. Much to his horror. Only Sanji could make him feel like this.

At the lack of a cutting retort, Sanji raised a brow, but was soon giving a slow smile. He leaned in and kissed the tip of Zoro's nose. "Ka-wa-ii~" he purred out before pulling his lover into his arms and hugging him tight.

Blushing furiously, Zoro was too numb to do anything other than wrap his own arms around Sanji. Eventually he was grumbling. "Cruel Cook-san..." he muttered, but didn't let go.

"You like it." Sanji chuckled. "You better play nice with Baka. I don't want any fights or territorial grudges going on." Sanji added with a stern nod.

Zoro's bland expression returned with a hint of a irritated pout. "I'll try to keep the bickering to a minimum, Owner-san." he replied dryly.

"Fantastic." Sanji pulled away and grinned brightly. "You two get to know each other better while I finish cooking." With a quick kiss, Sanji patted Zoro on the head and left the room. Trying desperately not to laugh at the bewildered glare that was plastered on his lover's face.

Left alone in the room, Zoro glared at the door for a moment longer before switching his attention to the goblet on the desk. He folded his arms over his chest and stared hard at it...

Then promptly smacked his hand over his face. "What the fuck am I doing..?" he growled at himself.

Feeling stupid, Zoro moved around the desk and sat himself in the chair. Resting his elbows on the desk, he propped his chin on his fist and just looked at the moss ball. "So he thought of me, huh..?" It was then he noticed the picture frame on the desk next to the goblet. Frowning, he picked it up to get a better look at it.

In it he saw a young image of himself holding on to a younger Sanji. Cheeks flushed. Bright smiles on their faces as they both looked as if they were laughing hard.

A warm smile was on Zoro's face when he recalled the day. It involved fireworks, an empty field, and Luffy setting Usopp's ass on fire. He remember that he and Sanji had been laughing so hard that they fell over in a heap. By that time everyone had found out about them, so thought nothing of it when they were clinging to one another fighting to breathe through the sidesplitting laughter. He had no idea a picture had been taken, but he was immensely glad that it had.

With a soft hum he placed the frame back on the desk next to the goblet. Finding these little touches that told him that Sanji had never stopped thinking about him made Zoro's confidence soar, but it also humbled him. Sanji could have had anyone.

"But he's.. Only wanted me.." he mumbled, that smile still on his lips. Any doubts were completely gone. He knew his place. Where he belonged.

He looked back to the ball of moss in the goblet and found himself chuckling. "Eh.. I guess I can share... But only because you were here when I couldn't..." Zoro mused as he watched the moss sit there in the water. A bright and vivid green. "Huh.. We do kinda match.."

He then heard a slight snort. Snapping his head up, he saw Sanji dart out of the doorway with a hand clamped over his mouth. "You fucking ass! Shut the fuck up!" Zoro shouted as a bright blush burned his face.

"KAWAAAIII~!" Sanji cooed out loudly before cackling in the hall.

"Fucker! I'll show you kawaii!"

And there the Marimo sat silently.

Oblivious to the mad chase that was tearing through the apartment between the two men.

And how happy they were.

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The dream goes on, but let's leave them be.

For now.

Later~