History Repeats Itself
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chibi_trillian was having a bad day and needed some cheering up.
Title: Learn From History
Word Count: 300
Topic: History
Rating: PG-15 for language
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warning: Completely Cracked Pairing.
He knows the chef from the first mouthful of soup. It’s good, especially since the only man who could have made it supposedly died at sea years ago.
He asks the waiter to bring out the cook, and the frightened worker complies because there’s something about the grumpy man scowling at his soup that seems inherently dangerous.
He’s genuinely surprised when the kid swaggers out of the kitchen. Confident and calm, the young man looks at the bowl and asks if there’s a problem.
He grunts to the whelp that he’s looking for the man who made the soup. They’ve got history. The boy looks smug as all hell when he says he made it, and then looks fit to kill when the old man says that’s impossible. The man he’s looking for is no kid playing grown-up.
The kid is livid and looks ready to kick him in the head, but remains adamant about his claim.
The waiter must have gone for the owner, because at that moment another man shows up, snapping for the shitty little eggplant to get back to work.
The boy calls him a shitty old man, and gets kicked for it.
They watch the boy slink back to the kitchen, grumbling about shitty old men, and then give each other wary, cautious looks.
“It’s been a while.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“That’s what they say.”
“Your leg—“
“Traded it for the kid.”
“Your brat…?”
“Picked him up after a storm. Kind of grows on you after a while, like moss or something.”
Silence.
“Fucking pirate! I thought you were dead.”
“Ex-pirate. And for all I knew, you were dead too.”
“Asshole.”
“Fuckwit.”
“Crazy chef.”
“Idiot marine.”
“Damn pirate.”
“Navy eggplant.”
Smooch.
Thus an eavesdropping baby eggplant learns how to flirt with men.
End
Yeah, that's right. A few of you may remember Chibi's cracked out OTP of Smoker/Zeff. This is that ship. If you haven't read her fic explaining how the hell something like that works, go read it.
chibi_trillian was having a bad day and needed some cheering up.Title: Learn From History
Word Count: 300
Topic: History
Rating: PG-15 for language
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warning: Completely Cracked Pairing.
He knows the chef from the first mouthful of soup. It’s good, especially since the only man who could have made it supposedly died at sea years ago.
He asks the waiter to bring out the cook, and the frightened worker complies because there’s something about the grumpy man scowling at his soup that seems inherently dangerous.
He’s genuinely surprised when the kid swaggers out of the kitchen. Confident and calm, the young man looks at the bowl and asks if there’s a problem.
He grunts to the whelp that he’s looking for the man who made the soup. They’ve got history. The boy looks smug as all hell when he says he made it, and then looks fit to kill when the old man says that’s impossible. The man he’s looking for is no kid playing grown-up.
The kid is livid and looks ready to kick him in the head, but remains adamant about his claim.
The waiter must have gone for the owner, because at that moment another man shows up, snapping for the shitty little eggplant to get back to work.
The boy calls him a shitty old man, and gets kicked for it.
They watch the boy slink back to the kitchen, grumbling about shitty old men, and then give each other wary, cautious looks.
“It’s been a while.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“That’s what they say.”
“Your leg—“
“Traded it for the kid.”
“Your brat…?”
“Picked him up after a storm. Kind of grows on you after a while, like moss or something.”
Silence.
“Fucking pirate! I thought you were dead.”
“Ex-pirate. And for all I knew, you were dead too.”
“Asshole.”
“Fuckwit.”
“Crazy chef.”
“Idiot marine.”
“Damn pirate.”
“Navy eggplant.”
Smooch.
Thus an eavesdropping baby eggplant learns how to flirt with men.
End
Yeah, that's right. A few of you may remember Chibi's cracked out OTP of Smoker/Zeff. This is that ship. If you haven't read her fic explaining how the hell something like that works, go read it.
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Date: 2006-05-09 04:28 pm (UTC)the marine part threw me off, though. lolno subject
Date: 2006-05-09 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-09 05:51 pm (UTC)Kind of grows on you after a while, like moss or something. Lol. And Thus an eavesdropping baby eggplant learns how to flirt with men was a perfect ending to it. :D
Zeff/Smoker would have to be my favorite cracked pairing, though I'd be interested in the alternate endings if you ever got in the mood to post them... Yay for Mettathron!
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Date: 2006-05-10 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-10 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-10 02:19 am (UTC)very nice...
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Date: 2006-05-10 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-10 11:00 am (UTC)asfjbjksdfhbsdkjf
YES.
YESSSSSSSSSSSS>
TOTALLY YES.
CURRENT SMOKER ZEFF YOU CRAZY CRACKED OUT BRILLIANT THING YOU. *waves an OTP flag*
And the Baratie will rock just alittle more on the waves, with the tops of its cabins misted over with smoke. Sanji probably doesn't want to know why.
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Date: 2006-05-10 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-11 05:57 am (UTC)