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onepieceyaoi100Title: Eye of the Beholden
Words: 223
Rating: PG (Language)
Pairing: ZoSan
Topic: Hurt/Comfort
Sanji, as it turned out, was a supremely irritating moron regardless of whether or not he was conscious. Between the little snorting noises, vague leg twitches, and an impressive (and widening) stream of drool, it seemed most likely that it was some grace of the evolutionary chain that had denied him the skills necessary to acquire a bed partner.
That same genetic malfunction, Zoro reflected sourly, was also probably the reason that there was no one else to watch the cook's helpless ass. Chopper had said Sanji's condition was probably temporary and probably harmless. Which didn't explain why Zoro had been removed from the post of swordsman and relegated to babysitter of their resident moron-in-chief.
Because who but a moron would eat some mystery plant on some mystery island, just because it "looked edible"?
"Zoro. . ."
"Hey." Zoro eyed the cook warily. Already he had entered two previous instances of conscious idiocy.
"Cute." Sanji blinked slowly.
"Eh?"
"When you get worried. . ." Sanji's lips curved into a soft smile. "It looks cute."
"Shut up." Zoro crossed his arms, glaring off into space.
"Mm." Sanji dragged his blanket up higher and snuggled in. Without thinking, Zoro steadied the lightly swaying hammock.
Somehow it didn't seem like enough of a consolation that, when he worried, Sanji was also kind of cute.
I wanted to do something entirely not ZoSan (I like other pairings. Really!). But the topic was hurt/comfort. Why must they tempt me?! Why?
Words: 223
Rating: PG (Language)
Pairing: ZoSan
Topic: Hurt/Comfort
Sanji, as it turned out, was a supremely irritating moron regardless of whether or not he was conscious. Between the little snorting noises, vague leg twitches, and an impressive (and widening) stream of drool, it seemed most likely that it was some grace of the evolutionary chain that had denied him the skills necessary to acquire a bed partner.
That same genetic malfunction, Zoro reflected sourly, was also probably the reason that there was no one else to watch the cook's helpless ass. Chopper had said Sanji's condition was probably temporary and probably harmless. Which didn't explain why Zoro had been removed from the post of swordsman and relegated to babysitter of their resident moron-in-chief.
Because who but a moron would eat some mystery plant on some mystery island, just because it "looked edible"?
"Zoro. . ."
"Hey." Zoro eyed the cook warily. Already he had entered two previous instances of conscious idiocy.
"Cute." Sanji blinked slowly.
"Eh?"
"When you get worried. . ." Sanji's lips curved into a soft smile. "It looks cute."
"Shut up." Zoro crossed his arms, glaring off into space.
"Mm." Sanji dragged his blanket up higher and snuggled in. Without thinking, Zoro steadied the lightly swaying hammock.
Somehow it didn't seem like enough of a consolation that, when he worried, Sanji was also kind of cute.
I wanted to do something entirely not ZoSan (I like other pairings. Really!). But the topic was hurt/comfort. Why must they tempt me?! Why?
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Date: 2005-06-30 02:12 pm (UTC)Very nice ^^
Date: 2005-07-19 11:25 pm (UTC)