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onepieceyaoi100Title: Stretching
Word Count: 300
Rating: Completely G.
Pairing: Sanji x Zoro
Topic: Education... we're allowed more than one take right?
“Spread your legs wider. Wider, shithead – you’re barely even stretching your muscles at this rate.”
Zoro stifled the urge to throttle the blond and grudgingly complied, teeth gritting as his thighs protested against being pulled further apart. Directly opposite him, lengthy legs settled in a perfect 180 degree split, was the stupid cook. He didn’t even have to use his hands to brace himself from toppling over – just sat there, arms folded across his chest, puffing idly on his cigarette. He’d held that position for nearly ten minutes, too. Damn him.
“How the hell do you do this without snapping a tendon or two?” he snarled at last, only having managed to spread them to 97 degrees.
The bastard just shrugged. “Years of practice. Anyway, since that’s your limit…”
Sanji drew in his legs and stood fluidly, completely unaffected by the long stretch. He then raised a knee, tucking it against his chest for a split second before thrusting the foot straight up, so that it was directly perpendicular to the ground. And stayed, unwavering, perfectly balanced, hands still in his pockets, still puffing on his damned cigarette.
“You’ll be able to do this once you manage to split completely,” he continued, not even sounding strained, before he started demonstrating multiple kicks to the head, chest and waist levels, not once resting said foot on the ground. As if that wasn’t challenging enough, he started pivoting, kicking out at all angles without even wobbling. Thirty kicks later, all of them executed to perfection, Sanji’s foot finally touched the deck.
He rocked back on his heels, looking at the swordsman with a raised brow. “And that’s all there is to it, really.”
Zoro stood painfully and slowly wobbled away to resume his previous training, his expression resigned. “I’ll stick to swords.”
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I got this idea from having to teach kids that refuse to stretch properly during warm ups in my martial arts class and from watching a video where somebody did exactly what was described above. I'm so envious of that kind of flexibility. (Unrelated, but I can go up to 167 - 175 degrees. XD; )
Word Count: 300
Rating: Completely G.
Pairing: Sanji x Zoro
Topic: Education... we're allowed more than one take right?
“Spread your legs wider. Wider, shithead – you’re barely even stretching your muscles at this rate.”
Zoro stifled the urge to throttle the blond and grudgingly complied, teeth gritting as his thighs protested against being pulled further apart. Directly opposite him, lengthy legs settled in a perfect 180 degree split, was the stupid cook. He didn’t even have to use his hands to brace himself from toppling over – just sat there, arms folded across his chest, puffing idly on his cigarette. He’d held that position for nearly ten minutes, too. Damn him.
“How the hell do you do this without snapping a tendon or two?” he snarled at last, only having managed to spread them to 97 degrees.
The bastard just shrugged. “Years of practice. Anyway, since that’s your limit…”
Sanji drew in his legs and stood fluidly, completely unaffected by the long stretch. He then raised a knee, tucking it against his chest for a split second before thrusting the foot straight up, so that it was directly perpendicular to the ground. And stayed, unwavering, perfectly balanced, hands still in his pockets, still puffing on his damned cigarette.
“You’ll be able to do this once you manage to split completely,” he continued, not even sounding strained, before he started demonstrating multiple kicks to the head, chest and waist levels, not once resting said foot on the ground. As if that wasn’t challenging enough, he started pivoting, kicking out at all angles without even wobbling. Thirty kicks later, all of them executed to perfection, Sanji’s foot finally touched the deck.
He rocked back on his heels, looking at the swordsman with a raised brow. “And that’s all there is to it, really.”
Zoro stood painfully and slowly wobbled away to resume his previous training, his expression resigned. “I’ll stick to swords.”
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I got this idea from having to teach kids that refuse to stretch properly during warm ups in my martial arts class and from watching a video where somebody did exactly what was described above. I'm so envious of that kind of flexibility. (Unrelated, but I can go up to 167 - 175 degrees. XD; )
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Date: 2006-03-27 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-27 11:45 pm (UTC)“Spread your legs wider."
You really got me. (I thought it was thatkind of education.)
Wow...I liked your descriptions of the movements too. (And I also envy that kind of flexibility, greatly.)For some reason Sanji's so damn sexy when he does that. Zoro's last comment made me chuckle.XDD Really loved this one!!
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Date: 2006-03-28 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-28 05:19 pm (UTC)He rocked back on his heels, looking at the swordsman with a raised brow. “And that’s all there is to it, really.”
...*giggles*