~~ I'm into you ~~ Zosan/Sanzo ~~ Oneshots ~~

Smoking addiction.

I maintained my unemotional state, taking out my cigarette and exhaling; the scent of smoke now dispersing in the cabin. Out of concern, my eyes darted around the cabin, taking note of some of the ladies' scurry under the blankets. I clicked my tongue and gestured him to shut up, pushing my chair back silently and walking over to Nami-swan. Her blanket was not fully draped around her body.

"Womanizer." The fool grumbled under his breath. I froze in my spot, feeling my heart stop and the anger boiling under my skin. I arched my eyebrow until it twitched slightly. "Womanizer?? I only do it out of respect and friendliness. I am a gentleman — no such thing!" My voice rose at him. As I march towards him, I take another drag of my cigarette while it begins to burn out.

"You motherfucker.." He took a pause, "you ogle at the women's breasts. You can't bullshit me like that." His face darkened. I broke out a small sweat, adjusting my sleeves restlessly. Shaking out of my train of thought, I make my way back to my favourite navigator's bed and fix the blanket to properly comfort her during the chilly night. "Don't say that." I murmured, flattening out the blanket to fit her frame.

He scoffs in annoyance while leaning against the table, watching intently as I fix the blanket on top of Nami-swan. I put my hands in pockets out of uneasiness, my head lowered as I sit down across him again. He gives me a troubling look, his face contorted slightly in anger while his brows arched against each other. "You think you're a gentleman? Learn to respect women first and to actually fight back when necessary. You're a pathetic wannabe."

He spoke monotone, yet his expression only showed more despise. I chuckled softly to myself, agitatedly fidgeting with my tie. What was this drunken man trying to explain to me? It's almost as if he suddenly had concern for such a cook like me. Enraged, I replied back with, "You call 'throwing your swords around like a fool' being a swordsman? You're not any better than I am, Mihawk wannabe." I threatened his dream. He immediately swung up, his hand slamming against the table while he breathed heavily through his nostrils.

"What the hell did you just call me?" "A Mihawk wannabe."  I snickered to myself, covering my mouth. His eyes had that same passionate, yet devious glower. Out of nowhere, he threw his arm out to break the vase in front of me; the shards sent flying around the dining table. Startled, I jump up and get hit by one fragment, plucking it out and feeling the sting gradually kick in. Listening to the crickets outside, I quickly look around to see most people in the cabin awoken from their slumber.

"Nami-swan, my love I-" "What the hell were you two arguing about?! You kept me up for the last fifteen minutes! I cannot get a break from you idiots!!" Our gorgeous navigator scolded. I quickly obliged, shutting myself up the moment she spoke and nodding my head quickly. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest while my breathing became shallower and lighter. I respectfully confirmed with her that I understood and bowed down, a huge blush spread across my face.

"Nami-swan-" "Oh, here comes the drama queen. You two idiots can nag me all you want. I'm gonna go to bed unlike some idiot." The green-headed buffoon targeted me in the statement. I take a deep breath in and sigh deeply, my eyes locked on him as he walks towards the bunk bed. I could feel the blood trickle down from my cheek and then, it started to burn. I felt a sense of hopelessness; wiping off blood with my untidied sleeve.

Suddenly, his stomps go silent as it rings in the cabin one last time. His boots squeaking against the floor as he faces me again, fists clenched while he glowers at the cigarette in my mouth. Then, the monstrous swordsman storms towards me with his swords in a sheathe, clinking against each other dully. He intently gazes at my lips while I glare at him in with my shoulders tense, shuffling a bit in my seat.

He inches closer while his body remained still and didn't seem to budge, only tilting his head closer. My body grew warmer and I could feel the hairs on my skin stand up as he flicks the cigarette out my lips, his thumb barely grazing my lips. Out of reflex, I shove him aside and cleanse my lips, wiping it with my now bloodied sleeve. The blood rolled down my cheek and stained my suit slightly, ruining my shameful mood.

Hastily, the delicate reindeer sprinted towards me, his blanket flying out of place. "Are you okay!? What happened, Sanji!?" He fumbled with his words. I gave him a weak grin but one that tried to give reassurance. I pat his hat gently while looking down at my hands again; tempted to smoke another cigarette. In the silence, I heard the quiet grumbles of the foolish swordsman walking back to his bunk bed while he was turned to me.

After snapping back to reality, I respond to Chopper and make sure he doesn't worry too much. He pours some alcohol onto the wound as the stinging grows more painful, seething slightly at the sudden burning sensation. I sigh and lean back against my chair, looking down at the shards scattered around the dining table. My cheeks were still tainted in a soft blush, feeling the heat slowly subside now that Chopper has started the cleaning process.

I couldn't get him out of mind after he had been so unbelievably close to me at that moment. I felt his sake-breath breeze over my face softly while my cigarette burned in front of him. He could do the most out worldly things only to brush it off like nothing happened. If anything, he should've at least reached out for my cigarette rather than waiting for me to make my own move!

In a swift motion, I push the chair back and puff my cheek out, feeling the bandage Chopper had put on. "Thanks. I'm gonna go to bed." I chuckled softly, touching my cheek. Chopper jumps up to give me a high-five, returning it to him and waving as I stride back to the bunk beds. Unfortunately, the moss-head was sleeping underneath mine and I was forced to ignore him as I climb up. He cussed a few swear words under his breath while he continued staring at his bunk bed's ceiling: even occasionally kicking against my top bed.

Will this bastard just give me a break?

fin.