Chapter 19 New day, New way to wake up

I'm back, just as I promised. How long has it been since we last spoke? Ah… I knew you'd be mad, that you'd give me that look. I bet you want to kill me right now, am I right? Yeah I thought so. I know, I should have explained everything to you; I should have told you why I left. Believe me, I wanted to but that was never an option.

Hey, why do you back away when I approach you? I'm still me; still the same old swordsman who gets lost and sleeps all day. Still got the same shabby, unwashed green hair… okay it is a little longer now, but still. You look different too… but I bet you're still the same. Still flirting hopelessly with everything female and breathing that walks your way, still using that insane fighting style; still cooking better meals than any chef on this earth… still caring way too much about others and much too little about yourself…

Oi, I don't find that glare very fair; I'm taking this extremely seriously and yes, I do understand the severity of what I've done. I destroyed the trust that I'd helped you build up. I hurt you bad, I know… but I never stopped thinking about you, not for a single moment. I wouldn't lie to you. I know that it will take time for me to work my way back into your life but now that I am back, I just want you to know that I am never leaving you again… and that I'll make up for those lost two years. I promise…

Believe me.

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Waking up the day after our date was something new. For starters, I woke up late to a pissed of blond who literally kicked me out of my own bed and dragged me into the bathroom. The whole time he was bitching about how I 'don't pick up the shitty phone' and that 'only a moron could sleep through six phone calls'. Oh and asking me 'why do you even have a shitty phone if you're not going to answer it when someone fucking calls?'.

"Oi. It's not my fault I was up all night. I was dragging your skinny arse on a date, wasn't I?" I grunt as he picks up my school shirt from the floor with a look of disgust and throws it at my face.

"Three things. One; The entire date was your idea so don't try and pull that shit with me and Two; I still managed to wake up on time, so I don't give a flying fuck about that bullshit excuse, third and finally; my ass is not skinny, or you wouldn't fucking grab it so much!" He glares at me through his fringe. I chuckle lazily to myself and slip the shirt over my shoulders, leaving it hanging open. He walks back to my room and, I assume, goes through the drawers of my dresser before returning with a pair of trousers and boxers, throwing them at me also.

"Get ready!" He yells at me from just outside the bathroom door, giving me one final glare before slamming it shut. "And be quick about it!"

I roll my eyes and look over at the mirror, running my hand through my hair and scratching my head. Sanji was angry because the night before hand I'd said that I would walk with him to school. I guess me not turning up would be slightly irritating. What I don't understand is why he's here, in my house, ordering me to get ready. I would have thought that it was more likely for him to just give up on waiting for me and leave for school already. Lucky for him I tend to leave the dojo door open when I'm home alone since if anyone's dumb and unlucky enough to try and steal from me then they're going to end up with a blade up their arse. Though, if he hadn't come here then I suppose I probably wouldn't have gone in at all today. Guess I owe the moron for that, and since I don't wake up from just someone knocking on the door -I know that for a fact- I guess I'm also lucky as it is probably within the blonde's logic to find kicking my door in to get to me an appropriate thing to do.

Having fully changed at a leisurely pace, I exit the bathroom and walk back to my room where Sanji has already gotten my school bag, blazer and socks ready for me. "You want to move in and get me ready every morning?" I smirk as I sit down on my bed and start to get my socks and shoes on; loving the stupid red look on the cook's face as he glares at me from the bed where he's sitting beside me.

"You think I'd give up my luxurious and clean penthouse home to live in your rancid trash heap of a bedroom?" He shoves my shoulder with his foot and I can tell there's an edge of joke tone in his voice but I can't help but also get a dig in. Looking over my shoulder as I slip on my socks, a sinister smirk grows on my lips.

"You say that, but you had sex in this 'rancid trash heap' remember?"

My grin only grows as I see his eyes widen and his cheeks deepen in colour; arsehole didn't think that comment through.

"Yeah, well, whatever. Why the fuck aren't you fucking dressed already? We're going to be even more late you ass hole." Trying to change the subject, I can see that the very memory was making the other embarrassed and rather than feeling sympathy for him I just found it hilarious.

"Remember how you told me to be rougher with you? How you moaned and gripped into the bedding as I fu-" A foot to the face stops me mid-sentence and seconds later Sanji is quickly off the bed and heading out of the room.

"Just hurry the fuck up!" He yells back, hiding his face as he stomps out the room and probably out of the house to get some air to cool down his face which was burning so hot you could probably fry an egg on it. I laugh to myself, rubbing my face from the kick, before returning to getting ready. Shrugging on my blazer, checking I have my wallet, phone and keys in the pockets, I then grab my bag and follow after the shit cook.

Unsurprisingly, he's put on his shoes and is outside having a smoke to cool his head. He is wound up way too easily. I quickly grab my shoes and slip them on before getting out my key so that we can finally head off to school. As I lock up, Sanji's already started to walk off and I have to jog just to catch up. "Oi, so… sorry for being late and shit. I'm not much of a morning person." I grumble, figuring that having him pissed at me all day would almost guarantee me getting zero action for quite a while. Looking at me from the corner of his eye, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, he grumbles a little under his breath and takes a long drag of the death stick. Taking it out and holding it between his fingers, he blows the smoke out in my direction and then sighs.

"It's fine; just don't let it happen again." He eventually mumbles.

I know that means he hasn't dropped it and will undoubtedly bring it up again sometime in the future and bitch about it, but it'll do for now. "So… you given any more thought to this whole 'us now being part of the mafia' thing?" I look over to him; it was only yesterday but he still couldn't believe it all actually happened. It felt like a mental dream… Sanji looks to me, the expression on his face telling me that he has, a lot, but he then frowns and looks ahead of himself again.

"I don't think we should talk about that so openly." He lowers his voice and glances around as if someone close by might be watching and listening in. "Besides, we don't have to think about that until Saturday, remember?" That was right, the meeting was in three days; that meant today, tomorrow and then Saturday we had our follow up meeting.

As much as I enjoyed the party that had been thrown together at the last minute the day before hand, I do hope that we can actually get down to business in the upcoming meeting; it would be nice to see that we haven't just joined a joke organisation, and that the Strawhats are the real deal.

"Heh, to think Luffy is the fucking boss of this thing." I shake my head, still in disbelief at that fact. The kid was too… innocent and bubbly to be the obvious head of a mafia organisation.

"Well… when you think about it, he was the one that really brought us all together in the first place. I wouldn't have been able to even talk to you in a civilised manner unless he'd given me an excuse to." The other seemed unashamed to admit that fact to me and Zoro supposed that was true on his end as well. "He unites people, which is pretty much exactly what a good leader is able to naturally do." Sanji continues, pretty much summing up why the moron actually made a fit leader. "Anyway, I'd like to not think of conspiracies and such for one day." He concludes, sticking the cigarette back between his lips.

"Good luck with that." I grunt; conspiracy was basically their entire lives summed up, especially the cook's life. It seemed that every twist and corner of his life revealed more and more secrets. Even his own damned cousin was a doctor for the group they just joined. Why couldn't it all have just been as simple as him helping him out from being mugged and forgetting that? Then, they could have just slowly and stupidly fallen in love and that would be it. Heh, couldn't ever be that simple though could it?

As we continue to walk, however, I at least try to give him a little of what he wants and drop the subject of secret mafia school organisation run by their friends and teachers and instead turn to lighter conversations of what the other had fully thought of the date the night before. I instantly regret bringing that up though, as the cook expresses his interest in going on another date and possibly more after that. Urgh, wasn't it just one and done? Like, been there done that. This does not bode well with the blond and I find myself once again avoiding an attack as we near the school. Apparently being in a relationship with someone means you've signed an invisible contract agreeing to regular dates and other stupid lovey dovey stuff. This is the first I've heard of such a stupid deal though. Still, as always, I figure this will only further my mission of getting the idiot into bed again so if suffering romance and cheesy situations is what it takes then hell, I'm game.

If there's one thing I've learnt over the past few months, it's that I'll do anything for this blond idiot.

TBC

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