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onepieceyaoi100Title: Slipping
Words:480ish
Pairing:ZoSan
Rating: PG
Topic:Zoro
Zoro watched the cook gracefully start to descend the stairs, snack tray for the men (now that the ladies had been taken care of) in hand and playful smirk pulling at his lips as he made eye contact with the swordsman. He opened his mouth to shoot off some wise ass comment to his sometimes lover, not noticing his dress shoe starting to slip on the few droplets of oil that had leaked from whatever Franky had hauled down the stairs earlier for repair.
Zoro was too far and started to move much too slowly as the look of surprise crossed the cooks face and his leg slipped from beneath him, sending him toppling forward down the stairs.
He wouldn’t make it in time. It was going to happen AGAIN. Right in front of him and he could do nothing to stop it. AGAIN. His breath knotted in his chest painfully as his long strides uselessly toward the stairs.
For a second it looked like the cooks neck would break but strong hands tossed the snack tray high in the air before grabbing the ledge of the would-be killer stair and lifting himself into a graceful handstand and doing a backflip down to the landing a few inches from where Zoro had just arrived.
The swordsman just stared as Sanji took a puff on his cigarette and made a move that looked like he was going to embrace him in a tender out of character way. A stray thought whispered that maybe the cook had died a handful of steps up and this was just his ghost saying goodbye. A thin suited arm reached around him and carefully caught the silver tray and then the sandwiches that had originally rested on it as they fell from the sky.
Zoro violently captured the cook in his arms far too roughly to be called a hug.
“Oi, marimo. Don’t tell me you were worried? I’m not going to get hurt from something like that. Let me go!”
Zoro choked back some old emotion and released the blond with a fresh smirk.
“I guess with someone so clumsy that’s a good thing or else we’d be out of a cook.”
“Clumsy?!”
“Well you tripped over your own feet, what would you call it?”
“WHAT!? I didn’t trip asshole! I slipped!”
“Same difference. Are those ham?” Zoro inquired as he looked onto the cooks tray.
“Yes, they are! I found a great little….WAIT! Bastard! It is NOT the same thing!”
“Whatever you say.” A sandwich in hand Zoro retreated to go settle in for a nap.
He always knew the cook was a tough fighter but he looked so frail otherwise. To see that the cook wouldn’t break like she had, he was sure he’d sleep with a peace he hadn’t been expecting.
After all it would be too hard loving someone who could die so easily again.
Words:480ish
Pairing:ZoSan
Rating: PG
Topic:Zoro
Zoro watched the cook gracefully start to descend the stairs, snack tray for the men (now that the ladies had been taken care of) in hand and playful smirk pulling at his lips as he made eye contact with the swordsman. He opened his mouth to shoot off some wise ass comment to his sometimes lover, not noticing his dress shoe starting to slip on the few droplets of oil that had leaked from whatever Franky had hauled down the stairs earlier for repair.
Zoro was too far and started to move much too slowly as the look of surprise crossed the cooks face and his leg slipped from beneath him, sending him toppling forward down the stairs.
He wouldn’t make it in time. It was going to happen AGAIN. Right in front of him and he could do nothing to stop it. AGAIN. His breath knotted in his chest painfully as his long strides uselessly toward the stairs.
For a second it looked like the cooks neck would break but strong hands tossed the snack tray high in the air before grabbing the ledge of the would-be killer stair and lifting himself into a graceful handstand and doing a backflip down to the landing a few inches from where Zoro had just arrived.
The swordsman just stared as Sanji took a puff on his cigarette and made a move that looked like he was going to embrace him in a tender out of character way. A stray thought whispered that maybe the cook had died a handful of steps up and this was just his ghost saying goodbye. A thin suited arm reached around him and carefully caught the silver tray and then the sandwiches that had originally rested on it as they fell from the sky.
Zoro violently captured the cook in his arms far too roughly to be called a hug.
“Oi, marimo. Don’t tell me you were worried? I’m not going to get hurt from something like that. Let me go!”
Zoro choked back some old emotion and released the blond with a fresh smirk.
“I guess with someone so clumsy that’s a good thing or else we’d be out of a cook.”
“Clumsy?!”
“Well you tripped over your own feet, what would you call it?”
“WHAT!? I didn’t trip asshole! I slipped!”
“Same difference. Are those ham?” Zoro inquired as he looked onto the cooks tray.
“Yes, they are! I found a great little….WAIT! Bastard! It is NOT the same thing!”
“Whatever you say.” A sandwich in hand Zoro retreated to go settle in for a nap.
He always knew the cook was a tough fighter but he looked so frail otherwise. To see that the cook wouldn’t break like she had, he was sure he’d sleep with a peace he hadn’t been expecting.
After all it would be too hard loving someone who could die so easily again.
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Date: 2010-06-05 07:51 pm (UTC)"The swordsman just stared as Sanji took a puff on his cigarette and made a move that looked like he was going to embrace him in a tender out of character way." ahaha!nice line, but my favorite is at the end; just beautiful!
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Date: 2010-06-06 09:29 pm (UTC)*not making any sense*