A/N: Honest Opinion about this ship in the comments! Someone wanted me to write this for the 12 days of Christmas. And I want honest opinions.
Sanji groaned sitting up. He grumbled standing and brushing himself off. He glanced around before noticing. He has no idea where he is. Just come creepy forest. Sanji rubbed his arm as his eyes flicked to tree to tree hearing eerie noises. Until a stick broke. Sanji snapped to the large baboon walking up towards him. He backed up as the baboon got into his face. And screeched, while spit flung from it's lips. Sanji soon grew terrified of said monster as it's long and curled a little at the end sword was pulled from it's back. Is this how it ends?
As the sword was coming down Sanji flinched. But the sound of scraping metal had him snap up. A tall figure with dark hair stood before him. As there swords clashed. The baboon soon grew terrified before running off. Sanji watched as the man with the black sword sheathed his weapon and turned to him.
"What, are you doing here?" He grunted.
"Kuma sent me here. I see it's a mistake, I'm sure Zoro was supposed to be here." Sanji said.
"Zoro?"
Sanji nodded, "We've all been separated."
"I see. Well. I guess I should let you into my home. Since. You could die out here."
Sanji followed him to his castle. He was amazed at how big and gloomy it was. And quiet. Well.
"Hawkeyes!!" Perona called.
They turned to Perona going in and out of walls. Before stopping to float in front of him. Then noticed Sanji.
"You! I remember you! You and your snot nosed lying friend!"
"Perona!" Mihawk barked.
She snapped her mouth shut.
"He will be staying with us. Until things get sorted out. So behave or I'll kick you out."
She huffed before flying off. Mihawk soon sighed as Sanji chuckled.
"Would you mind if I borrowed your kitchen? I'd like to thank you for letting me stay with you." Sanji asked.
"Be my guest. If you need me I'll be in the library."
Sanji nodded watching him walk away and up the first flight of stairs. Sanji smiled and went into the kitchen. His smile widened to the large kitchen and practically screamed like a little school girl.
Mihawk sat in the library, his liquid golden gaze flicked from book to book. Once he found one, he flipped through the pages. He stopped to one page, read it over before grunting and shoving the book back.
What the hell is this he's feeling?
Sanji soon stepped into the library with a tray as Mihawk was reading over a book. Sanji softly set the tray on the table earning Mihawk's attention.
"I uh. Made you some dinner. I didn't know if you were hungry or not." Sanji said.
His eyes flicked to the food. It looked ten times better then something he could make. Then looked back to Sanji with a small nod. Then. He smiled. Sanji gave a soft smile before leaving.
Not again.
Not that chest bounding feeling, like his heart skipped a beat. Then his mind would swim with ideas and pop up images of Sanji. No. Not this again.
It's been some time now. Mihawk and Perona were getting there proper nutrition, and full meals. Instead of whatever was just laying around. Sanji had been very close with Mihawk. He would sit in with him in the library reading over romance novels, or some vintage recipe books. He would then jot down into his recipe book. Mihawk would occasionally catch him staring. Or vice versa. There was definitely something there. But. Both were too chicken to try anything. It was all to end soon. When Kuma called.
