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Title: The Feeling Is Mutual
Rating: PG (for swearing)
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Summary: A kick to the head says it all.

"Fufufu. Cook-san is watching swordsman-san quite closely."

Robin's quiet observation drew Nami's attention and she glanced at Sanji leaning against the stair railing, his gaze focused on Zoro training on the upper deck.

"I don't care as long as they don't break anything," she said and returned to her reading.

"Certainly not, Nami-swan," Sanji trilled at her, his eyes not moving from the swordsman.

Robin chuckled behind her hand and she gave Sanji a knowing look. "Do you have something you want to say, cook-san?" The edge of Sanji's mouth kicked up into a small grin and he straightened from his position.

"Ahh, my lovely Robin-chan~ Surely you see through to my very soul and you can hear the bells tolling as my heart speaks of its love for you~" Sanji fluttered in her direction, his eye turning a shade of pink for only a moment. Her smile became even more enigmatic and Sanji glanced away. "You really do see everything, don't you?"

He had no way out of it now; Robin had set it up so that he had no choice in the matter. Strange that he didn't feel overly pressured by that, so he may as well get it right the first time.

"Oi, shitty moss-head?"

Zoro paused mid-swing and glared down at him. "You asking for a beating, curly-dick?" Sanji tapped his toes on the deck, the leather of his shoe digging into the grass and he smirked challengingly at Zoro. The open invitation couldn't have been any clearer. "Che." Zoro finished his swing and vaulted down to the main deck. "This had better be worth it. You're interrupting my training."

"As if you need anymore brawn." Sanji launched into the air, leg cutting down above Zoro's head. Zoro barely dodged, foot slipping on the grass as he unsheathed his katana. "Maybe you should try increasing your brain power instead."

Zoro growled at him and lunged. Sanji smirked back and dropped to his hands, leg spinning out to catch Zoro behind his ankles. Zoro swept to the side and thrust his blades at Sanji's chest. "Just because I don't open a book every day..."

Sanji snorted and danced out of Zoro's reach. "You wouldn't retain anything anyway. All the booze you pour into you kills anything resembling a brain cell."

Robin's voice picked up between them. "Although I do believe cook-san may like swordsman-san just the way he is." She looked at Sanji. "Isn't that right?"

"Well..." He gave her and her observant eyes a quick glance and flipped backwards as Zoro came at him again. He drew himself up, hip cocked to the side provocatively. He smiled slowly at Zoro and the swordsman did a double take. "Yeah."

Zoro's eyes widened and his sword slipped a little. "What the hell?"

Sanji launched into another kick and Zoro, caught off guard, was sent hurtling against the mast. He grunted at the impact and eyed Sanji warily, rubbing a hand over his chest. It took several long beats for the implication to set in that the hit was directly over his heart.

Zoro glanced at the still figure of the cook, pouted and looked away, pink flaring across his cheeks. He muttered a "maybe" and Sanji grinned brightly at him. He kicked Zoro again for good measure and quirked an eyebrow when Zoro shouted at him. "Damn ero-cook! I need my head!"

"Well it doesn't really have much use other than target practice."

"Fuck you," Zoro replied and moved into Sanji, his swords held out to the side and completely invading Sanji's personal space by pressing up against the lean body.

Sanji gave him a knowing smirk before raising a leg, wrapping it around Zoro's neck and flipping him to the deck. Zoro watched from his prone position and sucked in stuttering breaths as Sanji lit a cigarette and wandered off to start lunch, humming an old tune about fools in love.