3-parter again.
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onepieceyaoi100Um, yes. More hospital Strawhat AU angst. If I'm butchering the characters and you think this is crap and is a disgrace to the fandom, let me know. Again, I'm horrid with serial stuff, meaning this might never get completed else die out halfway because I'm too disgusted with my writing to continue further.
I would also like to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mettathron for the inspiration of doing a story in drabble-sized bites, because her writing owns mine in so many million ways.
Also, I don't intend to offend anyone who happens to be disabled and/or depressed, but if any of this is insulting/offensive to you, please let me know. AU!OOC!Angsty!Zoro's thoughts and emotions are taken from my own experiences, so yeah.
ALSO, if you feel that this series should belong to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi more than here, let me know too. I'm probably pissing off half the people watching this community by my A/N alone, anyway.
ALSO this is like the 4624356th edit on this post, I'm a whore for CnC (comments and crit) yes. I'm open to flaming, dissing, slamming, hating and whatnot, so if you like, really, really, REALLY cannot stand this bullshit, throw it at me. ...I need to shut up now.
Title: All Roads Lead to Rome, Chapter 2
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 288, and 286 respectively. Again, they can be read as seperate drabbles, though all are related. Further installments will follow this sequence.
Pairing: Eventual Nakamaship. Slight Nami/Sanji, Sanji/Zoro and Luffy/Zoro for this bit.
Topic: AU / AR
A/n: Unbeta-ed, let me know if there're any outrageous mistakes like Sanji walking around or Luffy talking. >>; Explanation for the setting and their roles should be following quickly.
They’d introduced themselves quickly. Sanji, that was the cook’s name, came later, tossing aside his apron with a grumble about shitty old men and their lengthy sermons on how human food should never be wasted on animals, and if they were starving that badly it was better to go and find them some real food they could eat.
“It’s not like I don’t know how to prepare dog food.” Sanji shoveled his lunch into his mouth, furiously, sulking as he chewed. “Usopp can’t afford it, and it’s not like I mind, anyway, and what I make for Chopper is better than the crap they sell in cans, cheating bastards, just because they have fancy packaging and all that shit they think they’re so great…”
Nami grinned and patted him cheerily on the back. Her other hand squeezed his own on the tabletop, and Luffy didn’t miss the grateful smile he gave her in return.
“I’m off, then,” he said later, pushing back from the table and gesturing to the three pre-made lunch boxes in his lap, “gotta deliver my packages to them both.”
Luffy frowned. He pointed at Sanji’s lap, gestured with his other hand. ‘There’re three boxes.’
Sanji stiffened slightly.
‘It’s none of your business,’ Nami signed at Luffy, ‘don’t worry about it.’
Sanji left. Luffy frowned after his back, then stood up to follow him. Nami caught up to him and slapped his shoulder to get his attention. Her grip on his arm and her glare was indicative that he shouldn’t be going any further.
Luffy grinned innocently. ‘I need to pee?’
She released him, grimacing. Luffy opened his mouth in silent laughter, and headed off to the washroom.
When he was sure Nami wasn’t tailing him, he doubled back, and once more began stalking after the blond.
x x x x x x
He lost the cook after a bit, but he spotted a familiar lunchbox riding on one of the trolleys the nurse was pushing. He stopped her. ‘Did someone deliver this?’
She smiled at him. “If you mean the young blond in the wheelchair, yes. He always makes it; It’s for another patient living on this floor.”
Luffy followed her as the nurse wheeled the trolley into one of the rooms, observing from the doorway as she laid out the set of the hospital lunches for the other patients, before putting down Sanji’s lunchbox next to a one-armed youth who had seated himself by the large window at the end. The other made no acknowledgement of her presence, nor the lunchbox at his side.
“I’ve never seen him eat,” the nurse said, quietly, as she stood with Luffy to observe, “but the box is always empty when I come back to collect it. I don’t think he knows Cook-san made it for him, though.” She smiled at him again before wheeling the trolley off, leaving Luffy standing by the doorway.
The other patients in the room had already began tucking into their lunches with great enthusiasm while they exchanged conversation, hopping across to each others’ beds to eat together. Still, the boy framed by the window remained slumped against the wall as he stared out over the gardens below, chin propped up in his remaining hand, unmoving, alone in a room full of bustling activity.
Luffy wandered in and plopped himself opposite the boy. Then started shaking with laughter.
A sideways glare from the other was the only response.
‘Your hair.’ Luffy’s gesticulations were even worse than normal as he giggled himself silly in his seat. ‘Your hair’s green.’
x x x x x x
Zoro knew nothing about sign language other than that it existed as a form of communication.
The boy who’d wandered in had been “talking” to him nonstop since he’d made his unwanted presence, waving about and gesticulating enthusiastically, fingers flying into various forms and shapes while he kept grinning that impossibly wide grin of his and laughed noiselessly and kept gesturing towards the former swordsman.
The incessant arm motions and the boy’s inexplicable cheer were starting to agitate him. There was no reason why anyone should be happy at all – there was nothing to be happy about knowing there were people out there pursuing your dream and becoming so much better than you ever could, just because you were stuck and could do nothing about it. It wasn’t fair, it made him angry thinking about it, and the other’s constant gestures were like a mockery of his disability, reminding him why he was in here, what he used to do and what he couldn’t do now; and then one of his motions grew reminiscent of a certain sword stroke, and Zoro snapped.
The lunchbox clattered noisily across the velum floor, its contents spilt messily across half the room and all over the boy it’d been launched at. The other gasped in shock, hand cradling the bruise on his cheek where the box had landed, before his face twisted in outrage and Zoro never had time to anticipate the return blow.
It took four nurses to drag them off each other later, bloody and bruised. If Zoro understood sign language, he’d have read the other signing furiously, ‘Sanji made that. He made that for you, and you wasted it.’
But Zoro didn’t, so Zoro never knew.
On to Part 3.
I would also like to thank
mettathron for the inspiration of doing a story in drabble-sized bites, because her writing owns mine in so many million ways. Also, I don't intend to offend anyone who happens to be disabled and/or depressed, but if any of this is insulting/offensive to you, please let me know. AU!OOC!Angsty!Zoro's thoughts and emotions are taken from my own experiences, so yeah.
ALSO, if you feel that this series should belong to
onepieceyaoi more than here, let me know too. I'm probably pissing off half the people watching this community by my A/N alone, anyway.ALSO this is like the 4624356th edit on this post, I'm a whore for CnC (comments and crit) yes. I'm open to flaming, dissing, slamming, hating and whatnot, so if you like, really, really, REALLY cannot stand this bullshit, throw it at me. ...I need to shut up now.
Title: All Roads Lead to Rome, Chapter 2
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 288, and 286 respectively. Again, they can be read as seperate drabbles, though all are related. Further installments will follow this sequence.
Pairing: Eventual Nakamaship. Slight Nami/Sanji, Sanji/Zoro and Luffy/Zoro for this bit.
Topic: AU / AR
A/n: Unbeta-ed, let me know if there're any outrageous mistakes like Sanji walking around or Luffy talking. >>; Explanation for the setting and their roles should be following quickly.
They’d introduced themselves quickly. Sanji, that was the cook’s name, came later, tossing aside his apron with a grumble about shitty old men and their lengthy sermons on how human food should never be wasted on animals, and if they were starving that badly it was better to go and find them some real food they could eat.
“It’s not like I don’t know how to prepare dog food.” Sanji shoveled his lunch into his mouth, furiously, sulking as he chewed. “Usopp can’t afford it, and it’s not like I mind, anyway, and what I make for Chopper is better than the crap they sell in cans, cheating bastards, just because they have fancy packaging and all that shit they think they’re so great…”
Nami grinned and patted him cheerily on the back. Her other hand squeezed his own on the tabletop, and Luffy didn’t miss the grateful smile he gave her in return.
“I’m off, then,” he said later, pushing back from the table and gesturing to the three pre-made lunch boxes in his lap, “gotta deliver my packages to them both.”
Luffy frowned. He pointed at Sanji’s lap, gestured with his other hand. ‘There’re three boxes.’
Sanji stiffened slightly.
‘It’s none of your business,’ Nami signed at Luffy, ‘don’t worry about it.’
Sanji left. Luffy frowned after his back, then stood up to follow him. Nami caught up to him and slapped his shoulder to get his attention. Her grip on his arm and her glare was indicative that he shouldn’t be going any further.
Luffy grinned innocently. ‘I need to pee?’
She released him, grimacing. Luffy opened his mouth in silent laughter, and headed off to the washroom.
When he was sure Nami wasn’t tailing him, he doubled back, and once more began stalking after the blond.
He lost the cook after a bit, but he spotted a familiar lunchbox riding on one of the trolleys the nurse was pushing. He stopped her. ‘Did someone deliver this?’
She smiled at him. “If you mean the young blond in the wheelchair, yes. He always makes it; It’s for another patient living on this floor.”
Luffy followed her as the nurse wheeled the trolley into one of the rooms, observing from the doorway as she laid out the set of the hospital lunches for the other patients, before putting down Sanji’s lunchbox next to a one-armed youth who had seated himself by the large window at the end. The other made no acknowledgement of her presence, nor the lunchbox at his side.
“I’ve never seen him eat,” the nurse said, quietly, as she stood with Luffy to observe, “but the box is always empty when I come back to collect it. I don’t think he knows Cook-san made it for him, though.” She smiled at him again before wheeling the trolley off, leaving Luffy standing by the doorway.
The other patients in the room had already began tucking into their lunches with great enthusiasm while they exchanged conversation, hopping across to each others’ beds to eat together. Still, the boy framed by the window remained slumped against the wall as he stared out over the gardens below, chin propped up in his remaining hand, unmoving, alone in a room full of bustling activity.
Luffy wandered in and plopped himself opposite the boy. Then started shaking with laughter.
A sideways glare from the other was the only response.
‘Your hair.’ Luffy’s gesticulations were even worse than normal as he giggled himself silly in his seat. ‘Your hair’s green.’
Zoro knew nothing about sign language other than that it existed as a form of communication.
The boy who’d wandered in had been “talking” to him nonstop since he’d made his unwanted presence, waving about and gesticulating enthusiastically, fingers flying into various forms and shapes while he kept grinning that impossibly wide grin of his and laughed noiselessly and kept gesturing towards the former swordsman.
The incessant arm motions and the boy’s inexplicable cheer were starting to agitate him. There was no reason why anyone should be happy at all – there was nothing to be happy about knowing there were people out there pursuing your dream and becoming so much better than you ever could, just because you were stuck and could do nothing about it. It wasn’t fair, it made him angry thinking about it, and the other’s constant gestures were like a mockery of his disability, reminding him why he was in here, what he used to do and what he couldn’t do now; and then one of his motions grew reminiscent of a certain sword stroke, and Zoro snapped.
The lunchbox clattered noisily across the velum floor, its contents spilt messily across half the room and all over the boy it’d been launched at. The other gasped in shock, hand cradling the bruise on his cheek where the box had landed, before his face twisted in outrage and Zoro never had time to anticipate the return blow.
It took four nurses to drag them off each other later, bloody and bruised. If Zoro understood sign language, he’d have read the other signing furiously, ‘Sanji made that. He made that for you, and you wasted it.’
But Zoro didn’t, so Zoro never knew.
On to Part 3.
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Date: 2006-07-01 04:50 pm (UTC)You almost broke my heart with the first three. (Sanji in a wheel chair becauseof zoro *sob*)
Out of these three I loved the last one, Zoro needs to learn Sign language NOW ^_~
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 07:03 pm (UTC)It's made even more perfect by the fact that Zoro can't understand Luffy, it's Luffy's attitude that's going to make the difference here, Zoro would probably just find his chatter annoying (right now). I also see being punched in the face as something very necessary to pull him out of his own little world.
Glad to see this is coming along quickily, means we have a good chance of seeing more of it. ^_^
Because this one reads more like a continuious fic I think you're probably going to be asked to move it to onepieceyaoi, but possibly not. I think it might be nice for you to have it over there just because then if there's something you want to flesh out each scene isn't limited to 300 words. But then, some crazy people like working under the word restriction. *shakes her head*
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:24 am (UTC)Totally copying mettathron with the drabble thing lolYeah I'd like to try and work under a word limit. Though if other people have issues with this, I'll prolly move it to OPY, but for now, I guess here would be okay.Your comments are so thoguhtful, thank you XD;; And your drabble will come soon I SWEAR.
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Date: 2006-07-02 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 10:01 pm (UTC)I wonder what Sanji's short-hand name would be? Two of my friends who took sign language give me the 'nickname' that meant "to draw." ^__^ Sanji's would probably be "cook" or "to cook" or something like that.
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Date: 2006-07-01 10:05 pm (UTC)And question, who are the other two lunch boxes for if not just Zoro?
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:22 am (UTC)In order of membership: Luffy's mute, Zoro's lost an arm and is slightly emotionally unstable, Nami's deaf, Usopp's blind, Sanji's in a wheelchair, Chopper's... Usopp's guide dog >>; And Robin has yet to be truly introduced though she was in this chapter.
I'm glad you find that I managed to keep Luffy somewhat in character, thank you ^^u
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-01 11:36 pm (UTC)I feel like perhaps Luffy annoying Zoro and actually fighting back when Zoro acted like a complete asshole will be a way for Luffy to ease himself into the other's life and help him break free from his mental instability (whew, that was long). I can't wait to see what happns next!
‘Your hair.’ Luffy’s gesticulations were even worse than normal as he giggled himself silly in his seat. ‘Your hair’s green.’ XD Luffy is so funny!
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Date: 2006-07-02 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-03 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-05 12:47 am (UTC)This is something I've never seen or imagined in the OP fandom, and I'm glad you wrote it, I really enjoyed it. It's sad but it's really good. I just wish Zoro would know that Sanji made that for him ;_; *sobs*