onepieceyaoi100 | Aren't we Nakama?

Title: Nakama
Pairing: You can read whatever you want into it, but it's essentially nakama-fic.
Rating: G
Theme: Luffy
Words: 299

Luffy's toes scuffed the floor under the table as he sucked at a dripping popsicle and watched Sanji's back. The man's shoulders were tense, his knuckles white where he gripped the dish cloth. Luffy could just make out the irritated grumblings that hissed from his clenched teeth.

"Sanji, why are you mad?"

The cook paused in the vigorous motions that threatened to crack the plate he held, turning to drop his gaze to their captain's sticky lips and thoughtful eyes. He almost didn't answer. Then a sigh and a helpless wave toward the door and the ass on the other side who'd slept through lunch. "That... algae-headed moron of a swordsman. Everything he does, I sometimes think is carefully calculated just to piss me off."

Luffy smiled, confusion in the expression. "Zoro's fun to play with."

"Yeah well, maybe if you played with him more often, he'd leave me --and my wine rack-- alone." Sanji grumbled, frowning.

"He's our nakama." Luffy pointed out, as though that were the only excuse one needed to forgive idiot-marimos their stupidity.

"Tell -him- that," Sanji grumped.

"You don't hate Zoro, do you?" Luffy asked, huge black eyes turning on Sanji with something like worry. "Cuz, I picked him out. To be my first mate. And I picked you to be my cook. That makes us nakama. All of us."

There was no helping it, not with a face --with words-- like that. Sanji swallowed hard and found he couldn't quite remember the reason for the anger that had filled his throat moments before.

A small smile, "Go tell the jackass that he can have his lunch now."

A hesitation, "Can I have seconds?"

"Oh, alright. Just this once."

Luffy's grin was worth it. "I've got the best cook in the WOOOOOOORLD!"