Title: How Far You'd Go

Notes: it has the tendency to be OOC so…

Zoro cracked one of his eye and found himself in an unfamiliar room. When he tried to get up, the room was spinning and he felt his head being stabbed by million swords.

"Urgh, crap," he muttered. He laid back to the bed and jammed his palms to his temple as if it stopped the stabbing pain.

"You got a hangover," said an unfamiliar male voice, "Drink this." He placed something on the bedside table. "It's a tonic. It should be enough to wake you up."

Zoro glanced at the guy. A blonde guy. He was slightly shorter than himself. Slim but seemed quiet strong. He was smoking and wearing a blue stripped shirt and had very funny eyebrows. No, it was 'eyebrow'. The other eye was hidden behind his bangs.

He didn't know this guy, yet he was quiet familiar. And the funny thing was now he quiet remembered he had heard his voice from somewhere.

"I'm Sanji. You might don't know me, but we go to the same school," he explained without being asked.

It wasn't a surprise that he didn't know this guy. Zoro wasn't the popular type, never tried to be one, and couldn't care less about that. The only people he knew from his school were only his teachers and his kendo club members.

"Where am I? How could I be here?" asked Zoro, still rubbing his head.

"You're at my apartment. You were so wasted at the party last night, so I took you here."

He remembered vaguely about going to a party, but he came just because one of his friends who threw that party. Of course there was some booze. And no, being the captain of his school kendo club never stops Zoro from overdoing when it comes to booze. As the result, now he was having major hangover at some random guy's apartment.

"I better go now." He got up slower than his earlier attempt. But still the stabbing pain hit his head mercilessly. Zoro tried to bear that pain, taking it as a challenge he had to overcome, or something. He shoved the blanket that head been covering his body and stood up.

Sanji just stood there with his smoke and watched the whole scene with a smirk.

"Umm..Sanji, right?" Zoro asked. Sanji nodded. "Why am I naked?"

He stood against the kitchen counter, cigarette never left his lips. While his eyes never left the kendo captain who was having his breakfast. It'd been awhile since he watched someone ate something he cooked.

"This is good," said Zoro with his full mouth.

"Of course it does. I'm the head of cooking club in our school," answered Sanji proudly. Zoro made a sound like a suppressed sneeze at that comment. "What," said Sanji sharply.

"You're such a prissy."

"You're not in the position for giving such comment since you ate my cooking like a greedy pig, you seaweed head," sneered Sanji.

"Che, dartboard eyebrow," retorted Zoro, still with his full mouth. "And you still didn't explain why I was waking up in your bed, naked."

"Simple logic. Two guys, drunk,…" he didn't finish it.

"Having a fight?" Zoro asked questioningly.

"Having sex, you moron," said the blonde nonchalantly.

Zoro choked, hard. His face was all red, and coughed, and all panicked. He grabbed a glass of water and took one big gulp.

"With you!" he asked, almost shrieking.

"Do you see anybody else here?"

"Oh God. Shit." All of the sudden, he lost all his appetite. He couldn't look at the blonde either-it made him having some unwanted mental image. And it answered now why his voice sounded really familiar to him.

Zoro buried his face on his palms against the wooden kitchen table. He shook his head over and over again in disbelief. He didn't understand how that even possibly happened. He knew he always lose himself whenever he got drunk. But that only meant having a horrible fight some guy. And never, ever, fucking a fucking prissy guy.

"I'm a straight guy," he whispered to himself.

"Figured. You never let me do you each time we did—."

"What! Not just once!" Sanji shook his head.

"You just kept cuming inside of—."

"Already having a major trauma here, thank you very much," said Zoro. Hands blocked ears.

"Listen. Just think about it as an accident. We were both drunk. And shit happens."

"Doesn't seem like you regret it," accused the tall one. Sanji just shrugged, exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Been a great night. Why should I regret it." He watched the agitated guy before him and could help to feel a little -just a very little that was- guilty about that.

If only Zoro asked, Sanji would tell him everything to make him fell a little better. To let him know that it wasn't Zoro's fault that they ended up sleeping together. If only Zoro asked, Sanji would explain every single thing that happened that night. From the part when he voluntarily took Zoro to his apartment. To the part when he deliberately seduced the drunken, half conscious guy. But Zoro didn't ask, so he didn't explain.

"If you want, we could forget it and act like it never happen."

"If I want? That is what supposed to be happen, shitty-cook!"

"Fine with me," Sanji shrugged.

After that Zoro stood up and just left his apartment without saying anything any more. And Sanji just watched him leave, he never expect him to stay anyway. He just need some release last night. And it happened to be that there was a badly drunken guy at the party, who has a very hot body. So why didn't took it as an advantage?

He heard the front door slammed hard, and he exhaled another puff of smoke. Then it went quiet again. As always, he is just alone in that big apartment. Zoro was just another guy who spent a night then went in the morning.

Sanji took the plate and the glass that Zoro had used then put it in the sink. He had his sleeves folded up to his elbow and was just about to start brushing the dishes when he heard the front door slammed once again. Opened this time.

He could hear footsteps coming closer to where he was right now. And found Zoro stood at the doorway a few moments later.

"Yes?" he gave a questioning look.

"Couldyoudrawmeamaporsomething?" mumbled Zoro, eyes staring at his shoes. It took a second for Sanji to comprehend what this green-haired guy said.

"Ah, I see. Can't find your way home?" asked Sanji teasingly.

"Hey, it's my first time in this area. And my head's still all crazy."

"Yeah sure, seaweed head," said the blonde with a smirk.

TBC