But Torture!Bunny ears look cute on you, Zoro...^_^

[plotbunny-tiff.livejournal.com]

I was pleased as punch to hear about this week's topic. So many plotbunnies, so little time...

Title: Hubris
Rating: G
Pairing: None (Zoro-centric)
Word Count: 118
Topic: AR/AU

Everything narrowed down to him and the sleek whistle of the cursed sword as it flipped through the air. He called upon unwavering pride to create a protective aura, certain that the rock solidity of his dream would shield him. But as the minute breeze from the oncoming blade tickled the hair on his arm, a moment of sanity threaded though his mind, and before he could stop himself…he flinched.

If Sandai Kitetsu could howl triumph, it would have. It had been a long time since it had felt the buttery slide of flesh along its length, and there was something oddly satisfying in slicing the limb from the cocky young fool who dared treat it so lightly.

And in a freaky coincidence, I had a Dayquil-induced dream just in time for this topic, so I wrote it out. This is crack, but it is crack that is near and dear to my heart since I spent my high school years surrounded by it. The Baltimore Tourism Board is going to sue me for sure... 

Title: The Rack
Rating: R for language
Paring: Johnny POV, Zoro/Sanji, and a bunch of implied pairings.
Word Count: 583 (I FAIL!)
Topic: AU
A/N: The Meat Rack is a term used for a section of downtown Baltimore where gay and transvestite prostitutes "hawk their wares". It is only five short streets away from Baltimore's world-famous "Block", which holds the classier strip joints and porno stores, and actually has an ad in the Baltimore Tourist Guide.

The most annoying thing about the Rack is the endless circle of cars. They stalk the block, going round and round like metallic vultures. I wonder sometimes if I’ve gotten too jaded, if the merry go round of tricks is the thing that bothers me most. After all, that circle brings tricks, tricks mean cash, and cash means everything.

It’s Thursday night and warm, so only the serious freaks are out and about; it’s too early for the weekend players and clubbies. Me and the boys have this corner locked down for tonight, so the pickings should be pretty good. Ace is gone already. Not surprising, the gray-haired cop came just after dark and was too horny to play games for too long. That leaves me, Saku, Z, Lil’ Boshi, and Mouf.

Damn. Here comes B.Clay, just what we fucking need. Gotta give the queen credit though, if he wasn’t such a good fighter he’d have gotten his ass handed to him long ago. I can tell by the way he’s struttin’ in those stilettos he’s gonna start shit. Not tonight, please not tonight. Me, Z, and Saku gotta make rent this week.

“Heeeeey yall.” Saku glowers at him but doesn’t say anything. Lil’ Boshi waves him over. Of course. Lil’ Boshi gets along with everybody. Z just glares at him. Keep cool bro. Keep cool.

“Heeeeey to you too,” Mouf drawls. “Still rockin’ the same tired-ass outfits I see. Nice to see some fags never change.” This sends him and Lil’ Boshi into a giggle fit.

B. Clay flicks him off. “Been a while since I seen yall round the Rack…oh my, you seem to be missing somebody.” He taps a rhinestone-covered nail against his cheek. “Where ever could Sanji be, hmm?”

I have to nip this in the bud before he pisses Z off. “Fuck off, B. Don’t you have someplace to be?” He smiles at me; I really hate that fucking smile. Z is starting to get up from his spot on the concrete. Saku puts a hand on his arm.

“Ooo, so that was him I saw last weekend at the club with Nami. What, she won’t let him off the leash to play?” Shit. Low blow.

Z glowers at him for a moment, then smirks. “What the fuck do you care? Wasn’t like he was ever gonna play with you.” Good. Better comebacks than knives. 

“DAAAAMN! You got told!” Mouf is laughing so hard tears are rolling off his nose. This might be ok.

A black sedan pulls up to the curb, and we all stop and stare. Tinted windows, out of state licesne plates. Croc. That’s B.Clay’s trick, exclusively. Not a moment too soon. He sashays to the passenger side, nose in the air. “Too bad, Z. For a hot minute we thought he was actually gonna stick with you.” Always has to have the last word.

It’s true though. We all thought Sanji and Z were gonna be Sanji and Z for a long time. But Nami’s got the money and connections, and I guess Sanji got tired of waiting for the vultures to land. Z’s like a brother to me, but he just can’t compete with some things. Love won’t buy you drinks or put Versace on your back. It’s just too bad he fell for somebody that high maintaince. I’d help him if I could, but I can’t. Not tonight. Tonight we work the circle, cause the circle brings cash, and cash means everything. 

 

Comments

[fieryredqueen.livejournal.com]

the first was wickedly funny, the second was pretty damned sad. i really like the 'street' names you gave everyone. poor Z...

[kotszok.livejournal.com]

orz

The first one was freaky, I mean, if that happened, it's be practically over. D:

And the second: I ADORE the idea. Fantastic, even if Zoro got gypped. AGAIN. Poor thing. I love your description of the guys, fantastic. ♥

[vampire-otaku.livejournal.com]

Much wincing in sympathetic pain at the first one. Poor Zoro.

The second one... Drug-induced dreams can be quite entertaining, ne? XD So wrong, but so funny. *wants to pet Zoro and make him feel better*

[orange-smaug.livejournal.com]

The first one is something I've always wondered about, because you know it'll go his way in the actual series, but what if Sandai Kitetsu did actually cut his arm off? Though I bet Zoro, being Zoro, would still find a way to use Santouryuu and become the greatest swordsman anyway XD.