Sanji stared down at the stone bed. This is what his life was coming to. Sure, he'd been okay up to this point, but dammit he was having the worse day of his life. Couldn't he at least be allowed to be snobby for once about this? He sighed, looking back around at the room he was in. The sea witch was clever hiding away in a cavern looking nothing more than a Neanderthal, as his real home was located in the back.

Besides the front, where he'd seen that bastard sit on his throne before of his damn giant pearl orb thing, which he guessed was how he had spied on him, and through the rest of the tunnel there was a second opening that lead to something impressive. It was a wooden ship, from the surface people no doubt, that now found it's home on the ocean floor. It was covered in all their sea goodness, but the way it lay against the small mountain, right at the opening to the cave was a bit uncanny. Had Zoro moved it there himself? He'd heard that fishmen were strong but still.

It was mostly empty though and inside its hull was one large room that was very open and quiet. Besides the bed he knew had to be Zoro's, which was silly because he really just dragged a rock in here to sleep on, there was a table and chairs in the center. It usually wouldn't be so surprising in an abandoned ship to find that since humans used them, or in someone's home, but he couldn't help but wonder.

Zoro actually needed space to sit and chat with others? Sea witches actually had friends? A fishman one no less? There was no doubt in his mind he'd probably get the forced pleasure to meet whoever he sat and met with but still having already experienced the Marimo's idiotic fishman socialization skills he didn't have high hopes.

To the far end of the opposite wall though was the most intriguing part of the whole wooden creepy place, a kitchen. It baffled him to find something so modern both above sea and in most places in mermaid kingdom here, he'd just assumed from what he heard about fishmen that they were savage and didn't use such necessities, having always been described in children's stories that way. But then again as a prince to a kingdom that didn't particularly like them, he supposed he could have been brain washed by bias. That and just because it was located here did not mean that Zoro used it.

Still it was the area that gave him hope. He swam up and over to it, past the remainder of a wall that used to split the two rooms, automatically pulled toward it. Sanji loved to cook. He didn't get to do it often though, considering his whole life was wrapped around becoming the perfect prince and later, hopefully, should something happen to any of his older brothers, become king. Which was probably easily one of the very reasons he wanted to escape to the world above and be with her…

Damn, his heart ached just thinking about her, the human who had bewitched him and broken his heart. It made him sigh silently, a few bubbles escaping his mouth as he sunk down, his hand lightly brushing over top of a prep counter. The wound was still so fresh and everything reminded him of her, since everything here could also be found up there. Because of course he had to be spoiled with the human luxuries of a fabricated bed and cooked food.

He trailed his finger over a strange design carved into the countertop. Ah, cooked food, that was magnificent, nothing like they had down here. He'd loved to one day cook like that, or hell, cook at all. Earlier, after learning of his new home here working for Zoro, it was the first thing that had come to mind when the witch had asked him what he could do. Unfortunately it wasn't the easiest of things to explain to him without his voice. The stupid fishman had thought he was choking or something and spazzed out.

Idiot. Which brought him to his next important thought. If he was going to stay here, obviously unable to go home unless he wanted everyone to find out he gave his soul to a sea witch to do as he pleased, where would he sleep? There was only one stone bed for someone to lie on, the rest just wooden floor. Surely that asshole didn't expect that he would share such a close space after all the shit he caused him! Or fuck, even if he hadn't, he wouldn't dare be caught so close!

He'd be growling if he had a voice, the way his face scowled. Yes, this was the biggest problem right now and before they even started getting ready for sleep, which with little light left in the ocean they'd be needing to, it needed to be fixed. The blond mermaid released his grasp on the counter and swam toward the original cave path which served as the hallway to the front.

Zoro however was indifferent about his new guest. After some arguing because apparently mermaid boy thought he was an idiot for not understanding his crappy sign language, he'd swam off and had some time alone, back the way he was used to. The life of a sea witch wasn't meant to be social, beings with magic throughout time had always been out casted. And Zoro had more than just one reason he was definitely not recommended to be around.

Still he had a job, though it consisted of yawning and watching the orb most of the day, trying to make something to eat other times, feeding the stupid eels who he could never really teach properly how to fetch him desperate clients (no doubt the work of 'don't talk to strange eel' classes in public schools). But that was probably for the better. Sure it meant he didn't get any business, but Zoro didn't mind that, because it meant more people were happy with the way their lives were, they didn't need to seek out evil in hopes for a better life. Honestly, Zoro preferred that then having to trick them into stuff.

Unfortunately though it wasn't always like that, obvious by his new roommate. He didn't even know what he should be doing about this. One part of him felt as though he should be hospitable, showing him around and explaining how things worked. The other part was saying fuck that, he was annoying and this is what he got for signing a contract with him, after all he could just tell the way he was struggling to hide his royal blood and cringe at the very sight of Zoro like he really wanted to. He honestly wouldn't be the first.

It made him scowl annoyed as he swam out and over the cavern, grabbing a fist full of seaweed he'd weaved together once upon a time to cover the front of his cave like a drape, much like a closed sign, and slid on inside. He fiddled with his wrist next as his feet met the stone floor and he glanced at his webbed fingers, an old habit he never really noticed. He rolled his hand then, releasing it and watching as the small crystals imbedded in the walls that were barely noticeable in the day light began to illuminate.

It made Sanji hesitate half way down the path, a shiver running down his spine as he glanced around, the dark cave lightening up in a light blue and green light. Jeez, this place was fucking weird. He approached one of the crystals in the wall, reaching out his finger to touch it when a voice startled him.

"I wouldn't touch that." Zoro explained, staring at him boredly from where he stood in the path. It was large enough thankfully for at least a few feet in between them.

Sanji rolled his eyes, not even going to try a retort as he already knew how that would work out. Instead he just back finned himself away and dramatically, letting his head roll to the side, surged himself forward and back towards the abandoned ship. Zoro just chuckled to himself, following after him. Fucking diva, who knew what was on his mind?

"Alright blondie, so let's get this straight while we're both back here." Zoro started, stepping onto the planks and walking over towards his bed. "This is the only tour you'll get, so listen. That's the kitchen but you probably shouldn't go back there. There's the bed, some tables and chairs..."

Sanji raised a brow. Really? They were going to go over every little object? And here they were inside the ship and this they breathed is called water. Look over there, it's a rock. Or wait no it's not, ew, a slug.

Zoro glared at him, obviously having noticed his lack of interest, even though he couldn't really get a response.

"And you're not even fucking listening. Great, whatever. Just go to sleep, stupid prince." The fishman growled lowly to himself, taking off his sandals.

When he glanced back over he was surprised at what he saw. Sanji was laying across the stone bed, but he looked highly uncomfortable and pissed, as if challenging Zoro to walk over and move his tail. His features tensed as the Marimo approached, feeling as he looked down the length of his body and tail. He let out a long sigh.

"Of course. What did I expect? Fine, take the bed, I don't need it anyway." Zoro rolled his eyes, slightly disappointed, but not in the mood to argue over his own bed in his own home.

Instead he just slightly moved his wrist and the small shards, which were even embedded here in the abandoned ship, went black as he moved back through to his cave. He could sleep on his stone chair, that was fine. Unlike a certain someone else, he didn't have preferences.

Author's Note: Yup. Continued it. XD didn't know which direction to go but yeah. so if anyonewantstoprompt but anyway. This was beta'd by the super cool and awesome Aerle! Thank you so much QuQ . Hope everyone enjoys and it flows well with the first chapter since that came out of no where. XD