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Title: Mellorine Failed

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 300

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Topic: Mistakes

 

A/N: Hello. My first post after much lurking and also my first drabble. Con-crit and comments wanted with a bounty of $98,000,000. And apologies for those who enjoy less common pairings, I realize I’ve just added to the majority, eehee. I will also work on going farther below 300 words. (And friend me? I promise I’ll start being active.)

 

The last island was especially fragrant. Blooming petals and clusters of buds, herbs and spices covered all unpaved soil, spanning most species of flora Grand Line had to offer. The place was swarming with flowers and, conspicuously, too many shops that sold them.

 

Sanji had ventured inland only to buy some spices for the ship’s food stock, but as he strode through the sweet smelling marketplace, the cook couldn’t help himself. He ended up paying a hefty sum for a blue glass bottle on which was neatly stamped a white heart that read “Sea Rose”. Shampoo for Nami-san and Robin-chan will make a perfect keepsake from this island and my heart! He thought as his nostrils involuntarily flared. After returning, Sanji planted his purchase clearly in the shower’s soap dish for his precious girls to notice.

 

Later that night, Sanji lay with Zoro against him after they’d had their increasingly common tryst. Sanji sucked idly on his floral cigarette not much caring for the novelty. Zoro had worked out and after the blond bitched enough, took a shower to rid him of his “fucking stench.”

 

In their position, it wasn’t long before Sanji couldn’t help but smell Zoro’s short-cropped hair. A faint odor of roses and something tart. He bristled. “Did you fucking use that shampoo I bought especially for Nami-san and Robin-chan?” It was more an accusation than a question.

 

“Oh.” Zoro paused, “That’s what that was,” and shrugged. “They probably won’t care, shit-cook.”

 

Mellorine has failed. His inner self deflated. “Fuck you.” Sanji snarled viciously.

 

“Well I’m tired right now, but we can do again it later.”

 

Lean arms squeezed tighter around Zoro’s upper body. The absurd thought that cook was being cuddly left the swordsman’s mind promptly as he began to choke.

Comments

[sherrymarie.livejournal.com]

The idea of Zoro smelling like a 'sea rose' is just all kinds of funny too me! ^_^

[(Anonymous)]

I love that not until the last word of the last sentence you see the In-Characterness or well, Sanji being Sanji himself (you had me there for a moment too, but Zoro won't get off so easily :D
Also good deifinition: "increasingly common tryst" X3

[ying87.livejournal.com]

*grins* zoro wouldn't notice what kind of shampoo he throws on his own hair, but sanji will. ^_^

[arelente2.livejournal.com]

Zoro in femenine scent? very uke if you asked me but that was all good ^^

[mango-32.livejournal.com]

I want to smell the smell too^^.It's so much like Zoro to be oblivious about what he uses to clean himself.

Kind of hilarious at the end...
Really enjoyed this!