Just A Shot Away

Chapturrrrrr deux ^3^

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"Awake now?" Sanji asked, leaning back by the window, puffing away, and fingering his matches lazily. Zoro raised a hand to his head, frowning.

"Hn..." he grunted, sitting up a little more. Sanji nodded to the glass of water beside him, which he drank in two swallows.

"Gonna tell me why you did that?" he asked. Zoro gasped and blinked at him.

"What?"

"Defended me and almost lost your arm," he said, lighting another cigarette with the burning end of the last. Zoro shrugged.

"Felt like it?" he offered, moving to stand. Sanji scowled.

"Shut the fuck up..." he grumbled, going back to staring out the window. He heard Zoro chuckle lightly as he padded to the disgusting bathroom. Sanji made a face when Zoro began to piss without closing the door.

"Gonna tell me your real name now?" he called out, and Sanji had almost forgotten about that.

"Sanji," he said, feeling no reason to keep it from him any longer. Zoro re-entered the room nodding.

"You look more like a Sanji than a Zeff," he said contently. He sat back down, reaching over for his bag and rifled through it. "What you gonna do now?" he asked, producing a small cloth and a bottle of something Sanji didn't recognise. He shrugged.

"I can't stay here much longer. Word'll get back to Crocodile where I am...you're gonna be in shit too, y'know," he reminded him as Zoro pulled out his swords and began to clean the dried blood from them, taking his time and care with every little stroke. He nodded peacefully.

"I'm coming with you," he told Sanji, who stared at him, frowning.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, running a hand lazily through his hair. Zoro only grinned.

"I don't think. I know I am," he replied, and Sanji couln't be bothered arguing. The guy was...annoying, yes. But he could fight. And, he'd pretty much started on digging his own grave by now, so why the hell not?

"We're leaving pretty soon, then. You can drive," Sanji said, standing and making his way to the bathroom and to the shower he was sure would make him feel even dirtier. Zoro nodded, absently checking his injured arm.

"There's a place just outside of town we can have breakfast," he shouted over the spray of water. Sanji grunted loud enough to be heard and lathered his hair. His gaze carried itself down his flat torso to his groin, and simply stared, hands still and motionless in his hair.

Why was he hard?

And how the FUCK hadn't he noticed before?

Shit...maybe that idiot in his room had seen. Cleaning his swords like that...how dare he...

Sanji grumbled incoherantly and rinsed, deciding to ignore his 'problem' for the moment and switched the spray off. He'd buy some time later on, when all the running about was over, to jerk off. He could swear his body completely didn't listen sometimes. Sometimes, his body completely took over.

"You took forever in there," Zoro commented as he passed, towel wrapped loosely around his bony hips. He glared, finding a, thankfully, clean pair of underwear, he tugged them on. Zoro had the audacioucy to not fucking look away though Sanji ignored it.

"I didn't take that long," he protested, yanking on his slightly stained jeans, and glaring at the material. He hated casual wear...but it was better than sneaking around all made up like usual.

"You took longer than a woman," Zoro replied, smirking slightly from his position on Sanji's unkempt bed. Shaking his dripping blond hair out of his face, he sighed.

"Whatever...like you'd know how long a woman takes..." he muttered, tugging a shirt on and starting on the buttons. Zoro grinned then, taking Sanji's attention away from the fastenings of his clothes, and towards him.

"I bet you're quicker than any woman," he said, the implications clear as day. Sanji furrowed his brow at that. He hated when people...men, laid everything out in the open.

"What the fuck are you on about?" he growled, shirt still half undone, falling about his chest lamely as he turned to face the other head on. Zoro only shrugged, the grin never faltering.

"Maybe we should have a contest..." he said softly, standing up and walking over slowly, coming to a stop right in front of him. "Get a couple of hookers..." he said, leaning close enough for Sanji to feel the warmth and the last trails of alcohol of his breath over his face. "Get them to take a shower together..." Sanji could swear to whatever God was out there that Zoro's hand touched his hip at that point. "And see who comes out first," he finished, grinning wider than before and pushing back, walking easily to the bathroom.

Sanji was angry. Downright pissed. Even more so than that time he'd caught that drunken bum eyeing up Nami.

He contemplated doing something to the bastards swords...but he'd seen first hand how psycho some people got over their property. Weapons in particular. Plus he had no idea how to fuck metal up.

He'd have to ditch this fucker somewhere...he couldn't go on with someone like this trailing after him. He didn't even know where he was going! Fuck the idiot, Sanji would leave now.

He gathered up all his things quick as a flash, shoving useless things he didn't need into a bag. Collecting up every cigarette packet he saw littered about the place, empty or not. His shoes were toed on hastily, and he cursed when he got them on the wrong feet. He'd need to stop for some coffee somewhere.

He heard the water spray stop and a faint curse as the moron tangled himself in the digsusting shower curtain. Sanji sighed, counted to three because 10 was too damn far away, and started towards the door, dragging his useless bag behind him.

"Leaving? Or running away?" Zoro's voice called from the bathroom doorway. Sanji paused, though he shouldn't have, in the open front door.

"I'm already running away, asshole. Doesn't make a difference where I'm running from, just where I'm going," he said, paused a moment longer, then walked out fully.

"Hey... Oi!" he heard Zoro clatter about inside, probably naked, and tripping over anything Sanji had left behind. "Wait a fucking damn second, shithead!"

Sanji could have listened, and for a fleeting moment stood at the passenger side, throwing his stuff in the backseat. He leaned on the sun-heated roof, chin on his folded arms as he glared at the still open front door, occasionally seeing flashes of an increasingly clothed Zoro.

Eventually the idiot came rushing out, swords in one hand, all other belongings and, for some reason, the pack of condoms, in the other.

"Y'know they're fucked, right?" Sanji commented, sliding into the passenger seat and fishing about the glove box for his sunglasses. Zoro shrugged, grinning again.

"If I decide to bang a chick, she can deal with the date on them," he said. Sanji scowled.

"Gee, you're one romantic son of a bitch," he spat, angrier than before and openly wondering what the hell had stopped him from simply driving off. Then he caught a flash of Zoro's arm as he gripped the wheel.

Whatever. He'd let the asshole tag along until he didn't feel guilty about that.

"So where we headed?" he asked, staring out the window as they bypassed the office completely, the manager glancing up before running out, screaming something. Sanji didn't care. That passport he'd handed in wasn't his anyway. Zoro nodded, sitting up a little.

"My place. I gotta get a few things," he said. Sanji frowned, looking over.

"It might be trashed, y'know," he replied loftily. Zoro scowled a little.

"They dunno where I live..." he mumbled, sounding a little defensive. Sanji nodded.

"Yeah, but some other asshole might. And they just mighta bumped into that asshole and beat the shit outta him 'til he spilled," he said fairly. Zoro sat tense as they drove in whatever direction it was.

"I only need one or two things..." he said quietly after a while. Sanji only shrugged, going back to looking out the window, his arm hanging out, cigarette burning quickly in the wind.

*

Sanji was right about Zoro's shitty little apartment. Well, Sanji was right about a lot of things.

"Wow. They fucked your place good," he commented, toeing a smashed television on the floor. Zoro growled, stalking through to the bedroom. "I hope you don't pay too much rent for this shithole," he continued, following him through, catching Zoro's relieved sigh and a small smile creep back to his face.

"I owe about a years rent anyway. But the old man downstairs's so senial he doesn't care. I think he's forgotten I live here," he said, tucking the photo he'd found into his pocket, then fishing around for something else in the bomb-crater that was his bedroom. Ignoring the large tasteless spray- painting of a penis on the wall, Sanji stepped in further, looking around. "Ahh..." he heard, glancing over to see Zoro stand straight with a battered looking bag. Just as he turned around, a shriek came out of nowhere, and suddenly he found an odd new weight on top of his head. He froze as something trailed down, tickling his ear. One glance in the smashed mirror to his right concluded that there was a small monkey on his head.

"Excuse me, but what the fuck," he stated plainly, pointing to the creature which as holding some strands of blond in its tiny hands as though examining. Zoro smirked a little.

"My monkey, Chopper," was his explaination, holding an arm out for the monkey to climb over and sit peacefully on his shoulder. Sanji nodded, feeling that, even if he were to be shocked at this, there probably wouldn't be any point.

"Your monkey, Chopper..." he repeated, stepping forward to where Zoro was, avoiding Chopper's flailing tail, and looked at the bag.

"What's that?" he asked boredly, tugging his sunglasses up to peer inside. Then blinked, backing away. Then came forward again, yanking the bag from Zoro's hands.

Drugs. Lots of drugs. And drugs made Sanji happy.

"I used to deal, and kept a shit load for myself. Plus, some friends in low places can be a good thing," Zoro said, watching the disbelieving smile creep onto Sanji's face. He thrust the bag to Zoro's chest, inspecting a finely rolled joint closely before tucking it behind his ear.

"We should go..." he said, not bothering to keep his smile a secret. Zoro nodded, taking a last look around the massacred flat, and followed Sanji out the door, locking it pointlessly and running after him down the stairs, leaving the keys on his old land-lords doorstep, Chopper squeaking as they left, covering his eyes from the sunlight.

Sanji had already sparked the joint as Zoro got into the car, throwing the bag of narcotics into the back as the monkey jumped down to rest in Sanji's lap, staring about the car in interest.

"'S good," he remarked, making Zoro nod, pulling out of the small parking lot and back to the dingy road leading to the highway.

"Breakfast," Zoro announced, Sanji grinning and nodding at his side, as they set out in search of something edible. "There's a place just outta town, like I said."

"We're heading the wrong way, dipshit."

"...I know."

*

"I want eggs...benedict on french toast..." Sanji muttered to the probably once attractive waitress. Zoro snorted but didn't say anything, only ordering a muffin along with his coffee. "Is it okay to leave the monkey in the car?" Zoro shrugged a little and nodded.

"He'll be fine, I rolled a window down a bit. Where to next, then?" he asked. Sanji shrugged, leaning back and throwing his arms over the top of the booth, chewing slightly on his cigarette as he thought.

"I wanna go to the ocean at some point..." he said, watching the waitress behind the bar serve a surly looking man. Zoro blinked, glancing up from the menu he was still reading.

"The ocean? Why?" he asked, watching as Sanji let a small smile flash before righting himself and sitting up, leaning over the table.

"Makes me feel free, I guess. I lived in a shore town when I was a kid and my dad'd take me sometimes," he said, glancing around in the edgy way he was so used to now, searching for anyone who looked suspicious. Zoro nodded, looking back down.

"I like it too," he said simply, then grinned. "Maybe we should get a boat. Go out to sea," he said. Sanji couldn't help the small laugh at the thought.

"Maybe..." he said, smiling a little more as his food arrived, then wrinkling his nose slightly in distaste. "Eggs are too runny..." he muttered to himself after the waitress had flounced off to bother more people for coffee. Zoro raised an eyebrow, having already devoured half his muffin in one bite.

"Buh?" he asked, spraying Sanji with crumbs. Sanji counted to five, ten still being too far away for him to make it, and wiped himself down.

"You're a fucking disgusting idiot, y'know that?" he hissed stingingly. Zoro only shrugged, leaning back a little, still chewing.

"Beats bein' a stuck up pussy," he said with a half nod. Sanji counted to two.

"Shut up and eat your damn muffin. You're paying, by the way," he said, glancing up. Zoro glared, letting out a deep protesting groan.

"Says who?" he snapped, picking at the remnants of his breakfast sulkily. Sanji pushed the uneaten half of his food to Zoro, holding himself back from being sick.

"Says me, dipshit. Eat that and let's get outta here," he said, sparking a cigarette immediately to get rid of the dreadful taste. Zoro shrugged, all but inhaling the offered food, and wiping his mouth lazily with the back of his hand.

"Tastes fine to me," he said, signaling for the waitress. Sanji snorted softly.

"You ain't tasted my food yet," he said with an assured smile. Zoro ignored him, staring out the window, one arm thrown over the back of the chair as the other hand fingered his coffee cup idly.

"So...what do we do now?" he asked after a moment. Sanji took a few minutes to answer, seemingly rifling through his bag for nothing in particular.

"Maybe we could...I dunno, sell some of those drugs? Get some money?" he suggested, stubbing out his cigarette, immediately replacing it with another. Zoro frowned.

"I kept them for me...but, I guess selling's the way to go. Desperate times and shit..." he mumbled, thrusting a hand into his pocket, then spilling it's contents onto the table, leaning forwards to inspect the change. "That'll be enough..." he grumbled, pushing himself out of the booth and starting to walk out, glancing back to see Sanji throw a few more stray coins to the table.

"You didn't leave a tip," he said, following Zoro out to the car. He scoffed, winding the window down fully to catch a breeze in the mid-day sun and leaning an arm out. Chopper yelped and climbed forward to sit on Sanji's head-rest, taking his hair in tiny hands again to hold on as Zoro started up the engine.

"So fuck. She gets paid every month," he said, starting to pull out of the lot onto the dusty road. Sanji glared into the drug bag, searching for another fix of dope.

"I worked in a restaurant when I was a kid right up until I was old enough to leave. The tips I got were what I lived on," he said, checking the newly found joint before sparking it and leaning back, shoving the bag into the back seat. Zoro did an odd movement with his lips as he thought but didn't say anything further on the subject.

"Gimmie that," he said softly, reaching over and plucking it from Sanji's lips, taking a deep drag, one hand still on the wheel. Chopper reached out to grab it but was smacked away before he could.

"D'you know where we're going then?" Sanji asked after a while, taking the joint back and sucking on it thoughtfully, completely ignoring the monkey as it apparently began to braid his hair. Zoro shrugged, running a hand lazily through his hair, staring straight forward.

"I got a friend just outside the city. Luffy's brother actually, Ace. Know him?" he asked, glancing to the side and nodded slightly as he accepted the practically finished spliff back. Sanji frowned for a moment.

"Yeah...I think I met him once. Dark hair, freckles?" he asked, looking behind them to check for following cars, effectively knocking Chopper to the back seat in the process. Zoro nodded, turning a corner easily.

"Yeah...dunno if we can stay too long, though. Apparently he's on an arson charge. Guy's a total pyro..." he grumbled. Sanji grinned.

"I won't have to worry about getting a light for a smoke, then..."