It was another night. Sanji was curled up holding his ears and his head was stuck between his knee's with eyes shut tight. The storm outside was his greatest fear. And he was alone. He flinched every time the ground rumbled and shook his house. The lights in the house flickered before they all went out. Sanji whimpered clutching himself tighter. This was an rare case, Sanji being alone in a storm. The door slammed shut as Zoro walked in. His flash light flicked around the room.
"Sanji?!" Zoro called.
Sanji opened his eye, "I'm in here!"
Zoro went into the bedroom seeing Sanji curled up in front of the bed. Zoro crawled next to him and wrapped a blanket around him. He pulled Sanji into his lap holding him close. Sanji's face was buried into Zoro's chest while Zoro covered his ears.
"I'm here now, don't worry." Zoro hushed.
The storm growled again having Sanji whimper and clutch to Zoro tighter. He was always had to be there for Sanji. Leaving work early to help Sanji with this fear. Thunder and lightning storms was his worst fear of all. Zoro would drop everything to see Sanji and be there for him. When he was Zoro would stay up all night holding Sanji.
Sanji fell asleep on Zoro who still sat on the edge of the bed holding him. The lights came back on, Zoro looked to the ticking clock. It was three in the morning. He's been holding Sanji for about three hours in front of there bed. The sky crackled one last time before it moved on. Zoro sighed picking up Sanji and placing him under the blankets. Zoro pulled off his uniform and hung it up before going to turn off the lights. Sanji was awake. He looked to the empty spot on his bed. Zoro left his company just for a moment. Sanji wondered what Zoro was afraid of. He thought how Zoro was always there to take care of his fears with bugs that had flown into the kitchen. And random storms popping out of no where. Sanji had never been there for him when Zoro was scared. Maybe Zoro wasn't scared of anything. Zoro flicked off the light and Sanji sat up.
"Zoro?" Sanji asked.
"Hmm?" Zoro hummed making his way to the bed.
"What are you scared of?"
Zoro chuckled getting into bed, "I'm not scared of anything."
"Bullshit, you have to be scared of something."
"Fear isn't an emotion I have."
Sanji clicked his tongue resting back on his elbows rolling his wedding ring around with his thumb, "Sure or your too scared to tell me. Your one true love, your husband of almost three years."
Zoro laughed, "Me scared? Never."
"I'll find something that will scare you."
"I'd like to see you try."
Then they cuddled together going to sleep. But Sanji stayed awake glaring at Zoro's sleeping face. His face furrowed thinking over things that could scare anyone. He smirked kissing Zoro softy before going to sleep. Sanji took up that challenge. He went to the joke store. Buying a bunch of gags and a creepy mask that scared himself buying the thing. So Sanji waited at home holding a knife. He kicked at the ugly bloody sharp toothed rubber mask. He shuddered as it glanced back at him with its large grin. He sat in his and Zoro's rolly chair to the computer.
"It better be worth it." Sanji grumbled.
The door jingled, Sanji picked up the mask and pulled it over his head. He turned away from the door as Zoro walked in. After a moment Sanji spun in the chair turning to Zoro walking in looking up at Sanji then hung up his keys. He snickered glancing back to Sanji and crossed his arms. Sanji was waving the knife around like he was a swordsmen or a killer. Hovering the knife over his throat and slowly sliding it across. Like it was going to cut open his neck. Zoro cocked a brow with a smirk on his face.
