Zoro ran up and down the dark streets, searching for it. The moonlight turned the walls and buildings into contrasting tones of black shadows and silver-washed light, and he looked from side to side for his target. He couldn't be sure whether he'd run down this street already or not, but even if he hadn't had the directional sense of a broken compass he wouldn't be able to tell because of the darkness.

A flash of gold caught his eye, and he looked up to see a waving golden pennant flapping lazily in the gentle spring breeze. It was perched atop a tall building, but the shining piece of cloth was more than visible enough to find once he'd seen it once. He leapt from the ground onto the roof of the first floor, and continued his giant leaps from floor to floor. His swords clattered against each other with each landing and his triple-pierce earrings tinkled with every jerk of his head. He looked up and saw the flag waving from a building two blocks away.

"Damnit!" How had he managed to move so far away? It had been directly above him! He moved quickly to reach the flag, and grabbed it from its roost before looking around at the panoramic view. He saw the ocean glimmering under the moonlight to the west, and started moving east. He then looked around and saw a church in the distance, its bells silenced until the next hour struck. Moving swiftly, he reached the church's bell tower and pulled a wrinkled green silk flag from his pocket. The shining light-green material was just as prominent as the golden flag had been.

Moving east again, he eventually found himself by the sea and the Sunny.

He ran swiftly on board and burst into the kitchen.

"Ha! Ero-cook, what's my time?" he demanded breathlessly. He clutched the golden flag in one hand and a stitch in his side in the other. "I must have set a new record, eh?"

Sanji lounged against the kitchen counter, holding a stopwatch. "Shut up, marimo, I'm looking. It took you twenty-two minutes and forty-three seconds. Not bad, but you probably got lost again, didn't you?"

Zoro growled, "Just go and get mine. Remember what happens to the loser, love-cook."

Sanji dashed out the door as Zoro started the clock.

Twenty minutes and five seconds later…

"Damn! How could you beat me? I set it further out than yours had been," Zoro cursed.

"Heh, shitty marimo, what do you expect? I'm not the one who runs east and goes west," Sanji leered, waving the green pennant in his hand. "Now come and accept your punishment like a good boy."

Zoro sighed as Sanji locked the kitchen door and covered the windows, being careful to check into the corners to make sure that Luffy hadn't fallen asleep in one of the cupboards.

"I'll be on bottom since I lost, but I swear that next time I'm going to beat you, crap cook. You're obviously the one who's supposed to be uke, anyway. Look at that silky golden hair, and your pale skin! Compared to me, who's the seme, with my tanned skin and macho…ness." Zoro groaned, holding his hands out. Sanji cuffed his hands together around the table leg, which had been bolted down to the floor.

"I swear, ero-cook, you have problems," Zoro grumbled. "Who has bondage fetishes anymore?"

Sanji grinned as he reached for the zipper on Zoro's pants. "You certainly seem to enjoy it."