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onepieceyaoi100Title: Battle Lost
Topic: Crush
Word Count: 300
Rating: T for bloody scenes? Not character death but might as well be.
Pairing: ZoSan, sort of nakamashippy
AN: I think I took the topic out of context, but ehhh.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but it had definitely been anything but pretty.
Blood coated the walls, and from his current slack, twisted form on the floor, it was safe to assume it had been his. The suit had been ripped beyond recognition, blue pinstripe now dyed crimson red, shimmering wetly as the blond's chest struggled to rise with ragged gasps.
Luffy was screaming, kneeling by the blond's head, shaking him madly in an attempt to snap him out of his stupor. Sanji's single eye was wide, glazed over, staring past his captain and through the others that had surrounded. Nami's hands were on his chest, frantically feeling out the damage done; never had Zoro wished so strongly for the cook to go into one of his stupid heart-eyed, lovestruck croonings. But he remained limp in his captain's grasp, staring past the navigator, mouth frozen in a humorless grin.
He couldn't stop himself from staring at the mangled mess of flesh and bone that shouldn't be showing, that were the cook's hands. Fingers twisted at angles that were beyond extreme, half the digits from his right gone, hacked messily off, revealing white bone through raw, throbbing red. Palms utterly flattened, too pliant, the bone crushed in far too many areas.
Chopper was crying; You'll be okay, Sanji, your hands, I'll fix them, talk to us, talk to us, dammit, but the cook was too far gone in his own pain. He never heard the doctor's desperate promises, couldn't see the way hands were clenching, fisting in that bloody jacket. Never saw the way the straw hat was pressed down over dark, murderous eyes, or the way Usopp's hand tightened about his slingshot. Never heard the chink of white metal against clenched teeth.
The fuckers who did this were going. To. Die.
Topic: Crush
Word Count: 300
Rating: T for bloody scenes? Not character death but might as well be.
Pairing: ZoSan, sort of nakamashippy
AN: I think I took the topic out of context, but ehhh.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but it had definitely been anything but pretty.
Blood coated the walls, and from his current slack, twisted form on the floor, it was safe to assume it had been his. The suit had been ripped beyond recognition, blue pinstripe now dyed crimson red, shimmering wetly as the blond's chest struggled to rise with ragged gasps.
Luffy was screaming, kneeling by the blond's head, shaking him madly in an attempt to snap him out of his stupor. Sanji's single eye was wide, glazed over, staring past his captain and through the others that had surrounded. Nami's hands were on his chest, frantically feeling out the damage done; never had Zoro wished so strongly for the cook to go into one of his stupid heart-eyed, lovestruck croonings. But he remained limp in his captain's grasp, staring past the navigator, mouth frozen in a humorless grin.
He couldn't stop himself from staring at the mangled mess of flesh and bone that shouldn't be showing, that were the cook's hands. Fingers twisted at angles that were beyond extreme, half the digits from his right gone, hacked messily off, revealing white bone through raw, throbbing red. Palms utterly flattened, too pliant, the bone crushed in far too many areas.
Chopper was crying; You'll be okay, Sanji, your hands, I'll fix them, talk to us, talk to us, dammit, but the cook was too far gone in his own pain. He never heard the doctor's desperate promises, couldn't see the way hands were clenching, fisting in that bloody jacket. Never saw the way the straw hat was pressed down over dark, murderous eyes, or the way Usopp's hand tightened about his slingshot. Never heard the chink of white metal against clenched teeth.
The fuckers who did this were going. To. Die.
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Date: 2006-04-21 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-21 04:23 am (UTC)Damn...
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Date: 2006-04-21 06:38 am (UTC)Sanji's hands being gone... that would be the end of the world.
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Date: 2006-04-21 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-21 11:56 am (UTC)I have a morbid facination for bloody, gory character torture, and you just made my morning. It is perfect. The scene you described is absolutely amazing.
Hurts to think of Sanji and the crew in this situation, and any other time you'd probably have me in tears. But there is a gory mess... Bliss second only to red hot boi luvins.
I'm cracked, I know. I could quote half of the story in my comment.
Sic 'em, Zoro.
oh god
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Date: 2008-11-24 01:15 am (UTC)Awesome drabble!
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Date: 2009-07-07 01:40 am (UTC)This needs a sequel, in which Chopper keeps his promise and patches Sanji up and Sanji wakes up and things are okaysmall>ish