Ah, damn. This was so good that my mind immediately started plotting a sequel. It got as far as: Sanji felt his face twitch though the emotions jogging in his head. He sure as hell wasn't about to cry, but damn if Zoro's pushing him away like that didn't make him feel like a cheap whore. With a curse, he pushed himself up and started getting dressed. "Oi, Ero-cook. Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" "Out," Sanji snapped.

Then I realized what the hell I was doing. *blush*