A/N: This is very angst but happy ending. I wanted to publish this today, because it felt right to me publishing this. I might make this into a chapter story but. Idk. But without a further ado, here you are.
Zoro sighed shutting the scrapbook and pushing it under his bed. This man was cursed with immortality. He couldn't die, he's tried many times. He sat back against his bed and ran a hand through his hair. He was alone once again. Zoro was a widower. He lost his late husband over a century ago. He hated to be alone waiting to find him again. Or this time he would be a she. But he would always recognize their blue eyes. The gleaming smile. The. Love they always shared to Zoro. He rested his head against the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Zoro gave up his left eye for immortality because he didn't want to die before his husband. His first husband many, many years ago. And. He still looked as young as ever. He figured he should get up and start the day before he missed work. Zoro got up getting ready for the day changing into his chief uniform and headed into his living room. Where many empty frames sat littered around the house. He signed grabbing his hat and adjusting it on his head before he headed out of his apartment. Zoro headed down the stairs before he ran into someone, Zoro grabbed his wrist before he fell. The blonde held the small tray of coffee upright making sure it didn't spill before he glanced up to Zoro. His eye widened seeing the sea blue eye glance up at him startled.
"Are you alright?" Zoro asked.
The blonde nodded as Zoro helped him up. He held out his hand to the blonde.
"My name is Zoro." He spoke.
"Sanji." The blonde smiled.
Zoro smirked, a small beeping broke out in Sanji's breast pocket, he tore his hand away and pulled out his phone. He glanced back to Zoro and shrugged.
"It was nice, running into you. But I have to go." Sanji said.
"Sure, have a nice day." Zoro tilted his hat.
He turned as they both separated down the street.
"Three, two, one." Zoro mutated.
"uh, Zoro?" Sanji called.
He smirked and turned back to Sanji, "Yes?"
"Would, would you like to have dinner sometime?" Sanji asked.
"I would love to."
Sanji trotted up to him pulling a pen out of his pocket and scribbled down his number. Zoro smirked as Sanji pulled back and glanced up at him.
"It's good to see you again." Zoro said.
Sanji cocked a curled brow, "We've met before?"
"Many times, but you don't remember. It was a very long time ago." Zoro said.
"If I met you before I think I would of remembered a face like yours."
Zoro chuckled, "Maybe."
He took Sanji's hand and kissed his knuckle softly before leaving. Sanji stood smiling softly.
"A cook you say?" Zoro said.
Sanji nodded.
They sat in Sanji's apartment with a full cooked meal siting before them. Sanji had cooked himself while Zoro sat on the other side of him smiling and resting on his hand. Both dressed nicely in button up shirts and jeans. But Zoro had a few buttons popped because he knew. He knew what Sanji liked.
"You said we've met before, when?" Sanji asked.
Zoro chuckled, "Oh, you'd call me crazy. Trust me. That's a story for another day."
