[One Piece: Zoro/Sanji] Prompt: Answers
“Fucker!”
An explosion in his jaw, a tooth gone. There was blood swimming in his mouth. He tried to speak-to tell the big policeman that he was just passing through, that he didn’t do it (whatever it was), that if he wanted to get somebody he should get that redhead that picked his wallet in the park yesterday. But only a gross, gurgling sound came out and the man’s uniform was speckled with red.
“Little shit!”
He was thrown to the ground, his cheek hitting the curb, and a shoe was trying to burrow its way through his stomach.
God, it hurt.
God, help him.
[-]
Though Zoro’s first thought was wondering how Sanji knew just what streets he patrolled at certain times, when the delivery boy motioned for him to pull over and got into his squad car and demanded, “Take me to your fucking police station,” there wasn’t much he could do but obey.
He shot curious glances at the man as he drove, quirking an eyebrow when he saw him flipping quickly through a wad of bills, lips moving as he counted silently.
“You rob a convenience store or something?” He joked, not expecting the heated glare he received in response. “What? What’d I say?”
“That’s just like a cop,” Sanji hissed, “jumping to conclusions, always quick to accuse. I couldn’t have possibly gone to the bank to cash my paycheck or come from an ATM. No, I robbed a fucking convenience store!”
“Christ, Sanji, I was kidding!” Zoro scowled, though he was more concerned than angry. He hadn’t perfected a concerned face yet; not for Sanji, anyway. “What’s wrong?”
“Ask your friend-Officer Don.”
Zoro barked a short laugh, incredulous and slightly offended. “I’m not friends with Don.”
“Whatever.”
That was all Zoro got out of him for the rest of the ride. The delivery boy just sat there, frowning darkly out the window, all that money clasped tight in his hand. When Zoro pulled up to the station, he unlocked the passenger door and waited for Sanji to get out. Instead, he got the explanation he’d expected several minutes ago.
“This is Gin’s bail money.”
“Gin?” Zoro looked at the man beside him with his brow furrowed. “Why? What did he do?”
And just that quickly, the anger was back in Sanji’s eyes again.
“Whoa, wait,” quickly trying to make amends, raising his hands defensively. “I just meant-”
“Gin didn’t do shit,” Sanji snarled, unbuckling his seat belt and opening the door.
“Sanji-”
“Go to hell.” Sanji climbed out of the car and slammed the door so hard Zoro jumped. “You presumptuous asshole!”
Zoro sat for a moment before going ahead and turning the engine off. He ran an open palm over his mouth, exhaling softly. Sanji had never been that angry with him, not even on that first night they met. It wasn’t a good feeling. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he’d done. But he was sorely tempted to spit in Don’s coffee tomorrow.
He stayed in the car until Sanji came out of the station, helping a limping Gin down the steps. Zoro’s eyes widened when he saw the guy-beaten and bruised and bloodied almost beyond recognition. As they passed the car, Sanji gave him one single glance that seemed to say, “This is why I hate you motherfucking cops.”
And for that moment, Zoro hated the motherfucking cops, too.
An explosion in his jaw, a tooth gone. There was blood swimming in his mouth. He tried to speak-to tell the big policeman that he was just passing through, that he didn’t do it (whatever it was), that if he wanted to get somebody he should get that redhead that picked his wallet in the park yesterday. But only a gross, gurgling sound came out and the man’s uniform was speckled with red.
“Little shit!”
He was thrown to the ground, his cheek hitting the curb, and a shoe was trying to burrow its way through his stomach.
God, it hurt.
God, help him.
[-]
Though Zoro’s first thought was wondering how Sanji knew just what streets he patrolled at certain times, when the delivery boy motioned for him to pull over and got into his squad car and demanded, “Take me to your fucking police station,” there wasn’t much he could do but obey.
He shot curious glances at the man as he drove, quirking an eyebrow when he saw him flipping quickly through a wad of bills, lips moving as he counted silently.
“You rob a convenience store or something?” He joked, not expecting the heated glare he received in response. “What? What’d I say?”
“That’s just like a cop,” Sanji hissed, “jumping to conclusions, always quick to accuse. I couldn’t have possibly gone to the bank to cash my paycheck or come from an ATM. No, I robbed a fucking convenience store!”
“Christ, Sanji, I was kidding!” Zoro scowled, though he was more concerned than angry. He hadn’t perfected a concerned face yet; not for Sanji, anyway. “What’s wrong?”
“Ask your friend-Officer Don.”
Zoro barked a short laugh, incredulous and slightly offended. “I’m not friends with Don.”
“Whatever.”
That was all Zoro got out of him for the rest of the ride. The delivery boy just sat there, frowning darkly out the window, all that money clasped tight in his hand. When Zoro pulled up to the station, he unlocked the passenger door and waited for Sanji to get out. Instead, he got the explanation he’d expected several minutes ago.
“This is Gin’s bail money.”
“Gin?” Zoro looked at the man beside him with his brow furrowed. “Why? What did he do?”
And just that quickly, the anger was back in Sanji’s eyes again.
“Whoa, wait,” quickly trying to make amends, raising his hands defensively. “I just meant-”
“Gin didn’t do shit,” Sanji snarled, unbuckling his seat belt and opening the door.
“Sanji-”
“Go to hell.” Sanji climbed out of the car and slammed the door so hard Zoro jumped. “You presumptuous asshole!”
Zoro sat for a moment before going ahead and turning the engine off. He ran an open palm over his mouth, exhaling softly. Sanji had never been that angry with him, not even on that first night they met. It wasn’t a good feeling. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he’d done. But he was sorely tempted to spit in Don’s coffee tomorrow.
He stayed in the car until Sanji came out of the station, helping a limping Gin down the steps. Zoro’s eyes widened when he saw the guy-beaten and bruised and bloodied almost beyond recognition. As they passed the car, Sanji gave him one single glance that seemed to say, “This is why I hate you motherfucking cops.”
And for that moment, Zoro hated the motherfucking cops, too.