Sanji ran the stairs down, used a tall chair to open the front door and then he rushed outside.

The sun was shining and the grass was fresh. Sanji smiled happily and tried to catch a small bird, which was jumping in their yard, but the blond boy was too small and his legs too short and he almost fell. The bird flew away, sat on an apple tree and started to sing. Sanji sticked his tongue out and stared at the bird for a moment, but then he remembered what he was doing and he ran across the yard.

Sanji was just tall enough to open the wooden gate. He jumped to the street and almost stepped on something that was lying in front of him. He got surprised, yelped and fell.

"And what are you?" Sanji asked. He crawled closer and sat down to look at a green, broken jar. It was in three pieces and its soil and a small flower were all over asphalt. Sanji looked at his dirty knees and grinned. His mother always told him not to sit on a ground.

Blond boy looked at his left and then right. There was no one to miss the jar. How strange.

"It's mine!"

Sanji startled. He looked around once more and this time he noticed someone on the other side of the road, peeking behind a gate of the house opposite. There was a small boy, who looked troubled. He came out to the street and closed the gate behind him.

"Why did you break it?" Sanji asked loudly and got up, as the other boy ran quickly to the same side of the road. His hair was green and eyes golf and he was just a bit taller than Sanji.

"I didn't break it. I dropped it by an accident and I was going to get my mom, but then you appeared", the boy said and crossed his arms.

"I wasn't going to steal it, if that's what you mean", Sanji pointed out and raised his chin a little. "I'm waiting for the mailman. He gives me candies every Friday and Friday is today."

"Isn't that weird? I'm not allowed to take anything from strangers."

"He's my uncle."

"Oh, well, then."

Sanji smiled a little.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you before", he asked curiously and leaned closer like waiting for a secret.

"Zoro. We moved here last week", the green boy answered.

"How old are you?" Sanji asked more, though he knew it was impolite to ask too many questions.

"Old. I'm oldest in my class", Zoro said proudly and smirked. He actually looked really old.

"I'm five", Sanji said and made his words sound like a confession.

Zoro chuckled. Sanji poked him.

"What? How old are you? Tell me!"

"Five."

"But you're as old as me", Sanji pointed out in confusion.

"Oh - but I'm taller."

"That's true."

Sanji tilted his head and stared at Zoro. New boy was interesting and really cool, much cooler than Sanji. And taller. Sanji tried to stand straight. He wasn't jealous, but he was sure Zoro needed help with the jar and Sanji couldn't possible act like knowing how to repair something, because he was smaller. His mom always said it's important to respect the bigger ones.

Or was it older ones? Sanji wasn't sure.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked anyway. "We have some soil. If we take the pieces we can clue them together and then put the flower back in."

Zoro rubbed his chin and nodded. He dug the flower and its roots and took it carefully to his hands. Sanji picked up the three pieces, opened the gate and led Zoro to their yard. He looked a bit uneasy, but as Sanji led him to their garden shed, he seemed to get more comfortable. He placed the flower on a wooden worktable and helped Sanji with finding a clue.

"I'm not really supposed to touch anything, because we have some dangerous stuff in here. I mean, this is a small room and I'm good at knocking things over", Sanji told. They both sat down on the floor. "I think my parents don't mind this time, though."

"I'm good at getting lost. It's even worse now when we moved here. I'm not allowed to go far", Zoro admitted too and laughed a little.

"Is my house far?"

"I don't think so. Is it possible to get lost when your house is just across the road?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure."

Zoro shook his shoulders. Sanji mimicked him.

It took them almost half an hour to repair the jar. It was hard to get the pieces right and the clue was really messy and it was impossible not to get dirty. Sanji almost dropped the soil bag, but together they managed to handle it. Zoro was really good with the flower and he put it back to its place really nicely. Sanji was a bit disappointed how little he got to do, but he was happy to help even a bit. Zoro was really noisy, funny and nice. It was nice to help him.

After a while they both noticed how much time they've used and they decided to be ready enough.

"I think I have to go home now", Zoro pointed out carefully.

"Oh, right. I was supposed to wait my uncle. I hope he's late today or something", Sanji noticed too. He gave the jar to Zoro and together they walked outside again.

"Why do you like those candies so much anyways?" Zoro asked. He looked around the yard like trying to remember the place before getting lost, but then they reached the gate and he nodded strangely to himself.

"I don't know. They go nicely with things my mom bakes. She's teaching me too."

Zoro grinned.

"You like to cook? That's girly."

"Maybe, but I like it. I don't care if it's girly."

They stopped for a moment just to kick the original soil, which was still on the street. Sanji looked at his left and right again, spotted the mailman and waved to him. The mailman waved back.

"Uh - thank you for helping me", Zoro blurted out and blushed a little.

"No problem. I always help my friends", Sanji said. He smiled, but tried not to look too happy, because it seemed to make Zoro embarrassed.

"Friends."

"Yeah, if you want to. You can come over again."

"Uhhuh. Sounds nice."

Zoro rushed back to his side of the road and waved. Sanji looked after him. Then he smiled and ran to meet the mailman.

A/N: Okay, it's not romance yet. I'm going to write three or four chapters for this one and Zoro and Sanji are going to be older in each. It's like... A story about how they grew up. I don't know. And I'm really sorry for my English.