At The Top [Zoro x Sanji]
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onepieceyaoi100Title: At The Top
Rating: PG
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Topic: Topping
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. One Piece belongs to Oda Eiichiro-sensei. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
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So this was the view from the top.
All the training he had put his body through - lifting weights tirelessly every day, fighting impossibly strong opponents to advance his skills even a notch through victory, forcing himself to go beyond his limit time and time again (for very often, it was at the point of desperation faced with impending defeat that he improved the most) – was for this position, to be acknowledged throughout all four seas and the Grand Line as the greatest swordsman in the world.
He had kept his promise, so he would like to think, tilting back his head and staring intently into the sky. He had won her share for her. The white katana had witnessed every single battle towards the peak. And he had become so strong now that there wasn't a living swordsman who even came close.
Though... he squinted as the sun emerged from behind a cloud. ...he missed the thrill of a challenge; he missed the excitement coursing through his veins when facing an incredibly tough opponent...
It was lonely at the top.
An impact on his upper back sent him forward, stumbling two steps down the grassy slope on which he was standing, before regaining his balance and whirling around.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bastard?" he barked.
"Retrieving your lost ass for dinner, shitty marimo," his attacker said, calmly placing a cigarette between his lips, and then patting his jacket for a light.
He growled, pulling a hilted katana from his waist.
His attack was deftly blocked by a deceivingly skinny leg.
The other blew out a stream of smoke, and then got on the offensive.
A smirk spread over his lips as he welcomed the attack and the familiar tingle in his bones.
Date written: 23 March 2006
Rating: PG
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Topic: Topping
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. One Piece belongs to Oda Eiichiro-sensei. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
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So this was the view from the top.
All the training he had put his body through - lifting weights tirelessly every day, fighting impossibly strong opponents to advance his skills even a notch through victory, forcing himself to go beyond his limit time and time again (for very often, it was at the point of desperation faced with impending defeat that he improved the most) – was for this position, to be acknowledged throughout all four seas and the Grand Line as the greatest swordsman in the world.
He had kept his promise, so he would like to think, tilting back his head and staring intently into the sky. He had won her share for her. The white katana had witnessed every single battle towards the peak. And he had become so strong now that there wasn't a living swordsman who even came close.
Though... he squinted as the sun emerged from behind a cloud. ...he missed the thrill of a challenge; he missed the excitement coursing through his veins when facing an incredibly tough opponent...
It was lonely at the top.
An impact on his upper back sent him forward, stumbling two steps down the grassy slope on which he was standing, before regaining his balance and whirling around.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bastard?" he barked.
"Retrieving your lost ass for dinner, shitty marimo," his attacker said, calmly placing a cigarette between his lips, and then patting his jacket for a light.
He growled, pulling a hilted katana from his waist.
His attack was deftly blocked by a deceivingly skinny leg.
The other blew out a stream of smoke, and then got on the offensive.
A smirk spread over his lips as he welcomed the attack and the familiar tingle in his bones.
Date written: 23 March 2006
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Date: 2006-03-23 12:46 pm (UTC)It was lonely at the top.
*nods*This is so true.
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Date: 2006-03-26 06:18 am (UTC)That line was actually recycled from one of my first OP fics. You can read it here (http://cosmiko-ling.livejournal.com/18311.html) if you want to.
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Date: 2006-03-23 03:14 pm (UTC)Oops, oh yes, marvelous, you kept to the word limit. =DD And very nice idea on the greatest swordsman/rivals thing. X3 (Recycling ideas is legal!)
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Date: 2006-03-26 06:25 am (UTC)Yup. (I'm very happy too~ XD ) I only had to cut a few lines, nothing the drabble couldn't do without. :D (Hehe. ^^)
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Date: 2006-03-24 02:05 am (UTC)The way Sanji
expresses his loveinsults Zoro never fails to amuse me. XDXDXDno subject
Date: 2006-03-26 06:55 am (UTC):D
Yup, we all know that the more Sanji insults someone, the more he loves them. Look at Zeff.