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Title: I'll Do it Later
Rating: PG (13 for naughty eggplant language)
Word Count: 300 (whoo for exact numbers!)
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Topic: Parental Figures
A/N I noticed no one else had posted and went for it... o__O;

There was a loud clatter, and a bit of a silence fell between the two males in the kitchen. The elder of the two glared at the younger, who was in turn glaring at a bowl of rice spilled onto the floor.

“Eggplant… what have I—“ started Zeff, peg leg poised and ready to crack the skull of the young Sanji. He was stopped midway, however, by a quavering voice.

“I know what you said. You think I did this on purpose?” he frowned the man, before bending down and starting to carefully pick up the mess, not missing a single grain.

Zeff towered over the boy, almost like a buzzard might look at a dying animal. Finally, after half an hour and three inspections with his nose to the floor, Sanji stood and set the bowl of rice on the counter.

“Oi, don’t just—“

“I’m going to eat it later!” There was a small show down, the two males looking at each other, daring the other to make a move. Finally, Sanji seemed to have gained the courage. “You didn’t show me how to cook it right anyway!” he snapped.

“You just didn’t listen!” The boot to the head finally came, and to Sanji, it was almost welcome.

For a moment, he thought he and the old man had had some sort of understanding, that the geezer was getting soft. But no, it was the same kick, and the same situation, day in and day out.

“I always listen,” the boy grumbled indignantly.

The next morning, Zeff was surprised to find an empty bowl outside his door. When he bent to pick it up, he noticed a small note within. Unfolding it, he chuckled a little.

I told you I’d eat it later, you shitty old man.