The marine base had been deserted. It reminded Sanji of stories he had heard of ghost ships, but this was an island, and he had never heard of a ghost island. But the creepiness of the island was nothing compared to Zoro. He walked with one head cocked a tiny bit to one side as if listening to something he couldn’t hear, and he seemed to be glancing at things he couldn’t see.
Finally Sanji had enough. “Oi seaweed head what’s up with you?”
“This Island is bewitched.”
“And how would you know that shithead?”
Zoro shifted the grip he’s held on his swords since he first step foot on the island. “I can just tell.”
Sanji kicked Zoro in the head. “Don’t be stupid, there’s no such thing as ghosts!”
Zoro turned and Sanji really didn’t like the look on his face. “Is that so shitty cook?”
“Ghosts are nothing but stories told to frighten children.”
Zoro snorted and started walking again.
“You don’t believe in ghosts do you shitty swordsman?” Sanji asked, to be answered only by silence. “You do don’t you? The mighty swordsman is scared of children stories!”
“I never said I was scared cook. You’re the one that looks scared to me.”
Zoro ignored the cooks angry retort, he glanced at a door they were standing by, just like the other two he had walked past without a glance. This time however he turned the door knob and walked in. Sanji followed, suspiciously close for someone who wasn’t scared.
“Congratulations asshat, you’ve found the janitors closet, are you going to steal their mops and wash the floors next?”
Zoro frowned. “Shut up.”
Both flinched when the door closed behind them and, Sanji paled when he heard the lock click. Zoro ran a hand though his hair.
“You had this planed didn’t you?”
Sanji spin on his heal, one leg ready to take Zoro’s head off his shoulders for the accusation. But without even looking at him the swordsman caught the foot. Zoro was glaring at his swords.
“Shithead!” Sanji tried to pull his foot free of the swords man grip. “Your acting crazier than normal. You do know that don’t you?”
Zoro glared at Sanji.
“That’s your fault you know, and they think you’re the one who should fix it.”
“Wha-“
Strong lips pressed themselves against his and suddenly Zoro’s odd behaviour over the past few days started to make a lot more sense.
“You’re such a dense moron.” Sanji muttered. “If you were interested you should have just said so I could have told you that I wasn’t interested before you went to all this trouble.”
“She’s the one who arranged this, not me.” Zoro ran a hand over Sanji’s crotch. “And like hell you’re not interested.”
Sanji managed to get a foot between them and kicked Zoro into the opposite wall.
“You’re saying that ghosts locked us in here so you can get some action and you’re just going to indulge them?”
Zoro laid his swords down behind some boxes.
“It’s your fault for walking around with those legs.” Zoro looked Sanji up and down.“And flashing that smirk.”
Sanji gulped and pressed himself against the door. The fight didn’t last long before the moaning started. Three swords sat quietly behind the box they had been placed by. Glad that their master would finally get some of the heat out of his blood. But damn annoyed that they couldn’t see.