Something less wrong...maybe....
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Back Of The Bottom Drawer
Topic: One-sided love of Sanji
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied ZeffxSanji
Word Count: 286
He just didn’t have the heart to throw it away.
The blond twerp has ripped it by accident the day before he had left and thrown the shirt on the mending pile. It had never gotten a chance to be fixed. So when Patty had asked him what to do with it he had taken it. Using the excuse he would use it for rags.
But instead it had been neatly folded and placed in a box, along with the faded photograph of the two of them the day Baratie had opened, and put in the very back of the bottom drawer.
Every now and then, when the days had been too long, and his body started to feel it’s age, he’d pull the box out. He’d sit on his bed with an open bottle of wine in one hand, holding the shirt in the other.
Because he could still smell the boy on it. The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, the smell he always said were going to drive away the customers. And under that the smell of grease and garlic cloves and fried fish. And even under that the smell of soft clean skin right after he had gotten out of the shower in the morning and yelled about the crap geezer using up all the hot water.
He could still remember the feel of that skin under his hands.
But the boy had moved on...he’d had too.
Zeff didn’t regret his leaving.
It had been too long coming anyway.
So he would put the box back in the drawer, where no one would know.
Hoping his little eggplant was doing well.
And waited for the next time he needed to remember.
Topic: One-sided love of Sanji
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied ZeffxSanji
Word Count: 286
He just didn’t have the heart to throw it away.
The blond twerp has ripped it by accident the day before he had left and thrown the shirt on the mending pile. It had never gotten a chance to be fixed. So when Patty had asked him what to do with it he had taken it. Using the excuse he would use it for rags.
But instead it had been neatly folded and placed in a box, along with the faded photograph of the two of them the day Baratie had opened, and put in the very back of the bottom drawer.
Every now and then, when the days had been too long, and his body started to feel it’s age, he’d pull the box out. He’d sit on his bed with an open bottle of wine in one hand, holding the shirt in the other.
Because he could still smell the boy on it. The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, the smell he always said were going to drive away the customers. And under that the smell of grease and garlic cloves and fried fish. And even under that the smell of soft clean skin right after he had gotten out of the shower in the morning and yelled about the crap geezer using up all the hot water.
He could still remember the feel of that skin under his hands.
But the boy had moved on...he’d had too.
Zeff didn’t regret his leaving.
It had been too long coming anyway.
So he would put the box back in the drawer, where no one would know.
Hoping his little eggplant was doing well.
And waited for the next time he needed to remember.
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Date: 2005-04-20 10:18 am (UTC)... also, I wasn't planning on using Yiddish today. I blame you.
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Date: 2005-04-21 12:25 am (UTC)Overdue comment (finally got my sleep)
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