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onepieceyaoi100Bear with me if I have any technical issues.
Also, 300 words is a challenge! Feel free to imagine this with more adjectives.
Title: The Beginning of Habits
Rating: PGish. A tiny bit of language
Word Count: 299
Pairing: Proto ZoSan?
Topic: Habits
Panting through the pain. Frustrated tears, the taste of blood. The gash from collarbone to hip was nothing. But the complete, utter defeat. He had been so…arrogant.
So helpless against Mihawk’s crushing mastery. That Zoro was not dead showed how thoroughly beneath the master bladesman he was.
From the depths of the pain, he heard Yosaku and Johnny blubbering, blundering, babbling around him. Forcing whiskey in his mouth, down his front.
Weight on his arms, holding him back. Weight at his hips, keeping him down. Then a fresh lance of pain and Zoro howled.
“MIHAAAAWWWKKK!” He heaved upright, throwing off Yosaku and Johnny, smashing heads with... a man holding a needle, straddling him.
“Mother%&#@”#$!” swore the man, clapping a hand to his now-bruised forehead. Grimacing, he glared with a vicious blue eye. “Jesus Christ! Did any of that rotgut actually make it down his throat?!
Zoro glared back in kind as his vision cleared. “…The waiter?”
A grinding of teeth. “I am NOT a waiter, you freakin’…” a pause. “…Marimo-head.”
Zoro struggled, searching the man’s half-hidden face.
“...The…Maître d’?” he finally attempted.
“COOK! I am a cook! Your new goddamn cook!” spat the blond. Zoro scowled and raised his lip doubtfully. Eyes flicked over the waistcoat and rumpled silk tie.
“Repeat after me,” ground out the man. “Cooook.”
“Cooook,” Zoro deadpanned.
His voice softened to a murmur as he lay back.
“Coook.”
“Cook.”
“My cook.”
“Christ on a stick,” the cook muttered back. “See if you can manage to control yourself. I’m sewing you back together.” He scrutinized Zoro’s face, then leaned over him and pierced his chest again with the needle. With no more aplomb than handling a well-stuffed roast, the cook worked down his chest as Zoro watched through eyes narrowed to slits; tense and panting.
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-19 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-19 03:28 pm (UTC)I'm not a moderator, but I can still be happy, right? xDFirst off, I think you did a great job, and the more so because it's your first piece! No one could ever know for sure who sewed Zoro's chest together in the end, so making Sanji into an improvised surgeon was a quite fresh approach~ I haven't really encountered any ZoSan fic before that concentrated on patching the marimo up, since most of them were more about first impressions and such before Zoro got treated.
Also, what I really liked was how you still put some humor - the bickering of the two idiots - into this quite angsty situation. It makes the whole drabble a tad more colorful, so to say~
Oh, and about the 300 words? Oh yes, it really is a challenge. It gives me a tough time, too, most of the time. >.< But challenges let us improve, so you'll get better and better, don't you worry~! And LiveJournal tends to be a tricky one, but don't let it get you down, you'll get used to it. <3
Again, thank you so much for enetring and sharing your writing with us~!
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Date: 2012-09-20 04:12 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your encouragement! Thoughtful comments, even!
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Date: 2012-09-19 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-20 04:19 am (UTC)Yeeesss....Sanji has no idea how imprinted both the possessive pronoun and the nickname will become, though. I'm thinking like a baby bird and its mother.