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onepieceyaoi100Title: Of Sand and Ghosts
Rating: Pg-ANGST? Er, no. Pg-13 perhaps?
Word Count: 235
Pairing: HIGHLY implied Crocodile/Sanji, Zoro/Sanji
Topic: Memories
Disclaimer: Pfft. As if.
He could still feel them- phantom hands and the rough scrape of sand in places that should have never been gained access to by a monster like that man. Gingerly, long, thin fingers traced the outlines of the various nearly healed lacerations and bruises that marred pale thighs- teeth gnashing together in a tight grimace as the unwanted recollections continued to barrage his already weighted mind.
It had become almost a ritual now; every night once the rest of the crew had retired, leaving only one member awake to take up watch on the deck- to allow his own priceless hands to wander the length of his own body, as if in someway, he could brush away those ever groping specter’s touches.
And when his breath began to form too sharply- when his hands began to shake far more than he’d normally ever allow them too- Just like clockwork, one thick arm could snake around his naked waist, pulling him back down to their shared spot on the boy’s bunkroom floor with an audible ‘thud’.
“Sleep.” That same rough, monotone voice would always murmur out, without even bothering to open his eyes.
And like always, Sanji would rub the back of his head indignantly, giving the stupid bushido a half-hearted kick to the shin as he squirmed to get comfortable-- never once bothering to remove the heavy appendage from it’s resting place across his hips.
Timeline? Pfft. Who needs a timeline. It's sometime after they've left Alabastia. Yeah. After that. *shifty eyes*
And this is what Robin gets after having her damn Ipod stuck on the same song for longer than she cares to recount. *eye twitch*
Rating: Pg-ANGST? Er, no. Pg-13 perhaps?
Word Count: 235
Pairing: HIGHLY implied Crocodile/Sanji, Zoro/Sanji
Topic: Memories
Disclaimer: Pfft. As if.
He could still feel them- phantom hands and the rough scrape of sand in places that should have never been gained access to by a monster like that man. Gingerly, long, thin fingers traced the outlines of the various nearly healed lacerations and bruises that marred pale thighs- teeth gnashing together in a tight grimace as the unwanted recollections continued to barrage his already weighted mind.
It had become almost a ritual now; every night once the rest of the crew had retired, leaving only one member awake to take up watch on the deck- to allow his own priceless hands to wander the length of his own body, as if in someway, he could brush away those ever groping specter’s touches.
And when his breath began to form too sharply- when his hands began to shake far more than he’d normally ever allow them too- Just like clockwork, one thick arm could snake around his naked waist, pulling him back down to their shared spot on the boy’s bunkroom floor with an audible ‘thud’.
“Sleep.” That same rough, monotone voice would always murmur out, without even bothering to open his eyes.
And like always, Sanji would rub the back of his head indignantly, giving the stupid bushido a half-hearted kick to the shin as he squirmed to get comfortable-- never once bothering to remove the heavy appendage from it’s resting place across his hips.
Timeline? Pfft. Who needs a timeline. It's sometime after they've left Alabastia. Yeah. After that. *shifty eyes*
And this is what Robin gets after having her damn Ipod stuck on the same song for longer than she cares to recount. *eye twitch*
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