Ok, we know he obsesses...
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onepieceyaoi100I'm probably going to regret this in the morning, when I remember things I wanted to change... oh well, sleep now. ^_^
Title: Reflections on the Blade
Rating: PG
Pairing: Um. Well- could be ZoSan, or LuZo, or ZoWadou with a little Mihawk mixed in. ^_^
Word Count: *cough*389*cough*
Theme: Obsession (for men…)
Notes: No, I don’t know what crack I was smoking. I was going to try to cut this to a competing size (had it down to 347 before I gave up- and yes, it was still trimmed to get it down to 389), but I just didn’t like how it turned out; so, mind the length, I still wanted to share.
He caressed the metal reverently, lightly, watching the play of moonlight across the patterned edge. All evident traces of the last fight had been removed- surface cleaned and polished to its rightful luster, but he could still see the marks; traces of where another had touched his precious blade.
Many had felt the kiss of his blades, but this one- few were worthy of this one’s touch. He would only wield it when needed, unwilling to sully it with mere cannon fodder. In other, rarer cases, it was wielded out of respect; for Luffy, the blade would slip its bonds without conscious thought- the urge as natural as breathing. He had come to terms with that relationship some time ago, and he knew, regardless of what may befall them; he would continue to follow his captain as long as it were wished of him.
For Mihawk, as well, he would free that blade; but the bounds were blurred there, in respect and need- he could never survive a battle with that man if he used anything less than his all, but neither would he slight the man that was his goal by wielding less.
A finger ghosted over the imprint he could still see, left by the heal that had angled for his head- long removed now, but still visible to him. For this one, too, he now found himself reaching more often than not for his first, most important blade. For her blade.
He wasn't certain why; he hadn't wanted to give that man respect- but he could hardly say it was needed. Were he serious, he knew he could overpower the blonde, with or without all three- but somehow, each time, he found himself reaching for that one- unconsciously bestowing that honor...
Perhaps he had begun to respect that shitty cook- if only because he protected his captain almost as fiercely has he did.
Yes. That was a satisfying conclusion.
Zoro smiled faintly as slid the blade home, collecting his supplies. One more invisible mark on his sword; but he could stop polishing, now.
The next day, he pushed the cook just a little harder; delighting in the frenzied gasp that told him the other had been caught unprepared by his sudden fervor. He may have the honor, now- but he still had to deserve it.
(And once again I prove, the more I fiddle with something- the less right it sounds...)
Edit- I decided I really DID like the longer version more- which I revised, and posted over here, if anyone is interested.
Title: Reflections on the Blade
Rating: PG
Pairing: Um. Well- could be ZoSan, or LuZo, or ZoWadou with a little Mihawk mixed in. ^_^
Word Count: *cough*389*cough*
Theme: Obsession (for men…)
Notes: No, I don’t know what crack I was smoking. I was going to try to cut this to a competing size (had it down to 347 before I gave up- and yes, it was still trimmed to get it down to 389), but I just didn’t like how it turned out; so, mind the length, I still wanted to share.
He caressed the metal reverently, lightly, watching the play of moonlight across the patterned edge. All evident traces of the last fight had been removed- surface cleaned and polished to its rightful luster, but he could still see the marks; traces of where another had touched his precious blade.
Many had felt the kiss of his blades, but this one- few were worthy of this one’s touch. He would only wield it when needed, unwilling to sully it with mere cannon fodder. In other, rarer cases, it was wielded out of respect; for Luffy, the blade would slip its bonds without conscious thought- the urge as natural as breathing. He had come to terms with that relationship some time ago, and he knew, regardless of what may befall them; he would continue to follow his captain as long as it were wished of him.
For Mihawk, as well, he would free that blade; but the bounds were blurred there, in respect and need- he could never survive a battle with that man if he used anything less than his all, but neither would he slight the man that was his goal by wielding less.
A finger ghosted over the imprint he could still see, left by the heal that had angled for his head- long removed now, but still visible to him. For this one, too, he now found himself reaching more often than not for his first, most important blade. For her blade.
He wasn't certain why; he hadn't wanted to give that man respect- but he could hardly say it was needed. Were he serious, he knew he could overpower the blonde, with or without all three- but somehow, each time, he found himself reaching for that one- unconsciously bestowing that honor...
Perhaps he had begun to respect that shitty cook- if only because he protected his captain almost as fiercely has he did.
Yes. That was a satisfying conclusion.
Zoro smiled faintly as slid the blade home, collecting his supplies. One more invisible mark on his sword; but he could stop polishing, now.
The next day, he pushed the cook just a little harder; delighting in the frenzied gasp that told him the other had been caught unprepared by his sudden fervor. He may have the honor, now- but he still had to deserve it.
(And once again I prove, the more I fiddle with something- the less right it sounds...)
Edit- I decided I really DID like the longer version more- which I revised, and posted over here, if anyone is interested.
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Date: 2006-01-17 06:57 am (UTC)That was a satisfying conclusion.
Love this sentence. There's something about it that's just so very Zoro.
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Date: 2006-01-17 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-19 06:32 am (UTC)