Three in one shot. xD
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Steel
Word Count: Sanji: 55- Zoro: 72 -Mihawk: 88
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Topic: Routines and Rituals
Disclaimer: Not Mine. ^_^
The sky is pinkish-purple when he sharpens his knives. Never knowing what sort of meat the Captain may ask for (and what the idiot might catch) - all must be in proper order. It's calming, this - the scrape of steel against steel. Zeff and he used to do it every morning at the restaurant.
The sky is purple tinged when he cleans his swords. One is always checked more thoroughly for nicks from shoes or other blades. He knows the blade would never break, bound in such a promise as it is. The hand that clasped his, clasped its tsuka once. It's a fond memory, this - the rustle of paper over steel, the faint smell of cloves. She had shown him how to do it.
The sky is iron clad as he focuses on the boulder before him. To an untrained eye, one could only see the blade leave the man's back, a wide arc of black and then the sword being returned. He, however, felt it. Felt the give of the stone to his steel. Something he had not felt from the flesh that'd he done the same to. It's a sort of happiness, this - that someone would challenge him again. Someone he could fight, someone that he would practice for.
Word Count: Sanji: 55- Zoro: 72 -Mihawk: 88
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Topic: Routines and Rituals
Disclaimer: Not Mine. ^_^
The sky is pinkish-purple when he sharpens his knives. Never knowing what sort of meat the Captain may ask for (and what the idiot might catch) - all must be in proper order. It's calming, this - the scrape of steel against steel. Zeff and he used to do it every morning at the restaurant.
The sky is purple tinged when he cleans his swords. One is always checked more thoroughly for nicks from shoes or other blades. He knows the blade would never break, bound in such a promise as it is. The hand that clasped his, clasped its tsuka once. It's a fond memory, this - the rustle of paper over steel, the faint smell of cloves. She had shown him how to do it.
The sky is iron clad as he focuses on the boulder before him. To an untrained eye, one could only see the blade leave the man's back, a wide arc of black and then the sword being returned. He, however, felt it. Felt the give of the stone to his steel. Something he had not felt from the flesh that'd he done the same to. It's a sort of happiness, this - that someone would challenge him again. Someone he could fight, someone that he would practice for.
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Date: 2006-04-15 04:37 am (UTC)Seriously, though, I adore these. They're so in-character it hurts, and they tying of daily activities to vital memories...wonderful.
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Date: 2006-04-15 05:13 am (UTC)Thank you so much. (I was, squee at the first bit of your comment and then my mind went ahaha-spaz)
Your icon is too cute for words, btw
*ponders what the drabble children would look like*