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onepieceyaoi100Title:Back in the Old Days
Rating: G
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Word Count: 299
Topic: Youth
Back when I was ten, the elders never had any problems with this rubbish. If they asked a question, you always had to reply courteously, nod respectfully, listen to their words of wisdom with humble earnest. If they gave an order it was followed, without a backward glance or a complaint, to the fullest of the respective individual’s potential. There were never any arguments nor disputes over whether an issue was fair or not, no demands for an explanation, and most certainly no fighting over the subject – just mere obedience for those who were more senior.
“I can cook better than those shitty chefs you hired,” the eggplant insists angrily, with a stomp of his foot that further emphasizes the petulant little brat he is, complete with contemptuous scowl and the jab of a forefinger as he pokes at their direction. Said chefs shoot withering glares at him, and I can practically watch as their stares glance off the aura of self-righteous spite surrounding the boy.
He gestures with an impatient wave at the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, a job he's held for the past two hours, thirty days and three months. “Why the hell do I still need to do dishes? I served people back on the Orbit – I know at least a hundred or more recipes by heart – I’m old enough – I’m not scared of fire and I don’t burn the food – and I’ll make a better cook than those shitty old men ever will be!”
I kick him in the head. The eggplant lands with a crash in the shelves of crockery opposite the room.
“Watch your attitude, chibi-nasu.”
“Don’t call me that, shitty old geezer!” He roars and launches a clumsy, poorly-copied kick at my shin.
I sincerely fear for his generation.
Rating: G
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Word Count: 299
Topic: Youth
Back when I was ten, the elders never had any problems with this rubbish. If they asked a question, you always had to reply courteously, nod respectfully, listen to their words of wisdom with humble earnest. If they gave an order it was followed, without a backward glance or a complaint, to the fullest of the respective individual’s potential. There were never any arguments nor disputes over whether an issue was fair or not, no demands for an explanation, and most certainly no fighting over the subject – just mere obedience for those who were more senior.
“I can cook better than those shitty chefs you hired,” the eggplant insists angrily, with a stomp of his foot that further emphasizes the petulant little brat he is, complete with contemptuous scowl and the jab of a forefinger as he pokes at their direction. Said chefs shoot withering glares at him, and I can practically watch as their stares glance off the aura of self-righteous spite surrounding the boy.
He gestures with an impatient wave at the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, a job he's held for the past two hours, thirty days and three months. “Why the hell do I still need to do dishes? I served people back on the Orbit – I know at least a hundred or more recipes by heart – I’m old enough – I’m not scared of fire and I don’t burn the food – and I’ll make a better cook than those shitty old men ever will be!”
I kick him in the head. The eggplant lands with a crash in the shelves of crockery opposite the room.
“Watch your attitude, chibi-nasu.”
“Don’t call me that, shitty old geezer!” He roars and launches a clumsy, poorly-copied kick at my shin.
I sincerely fear for his generation.
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Date: 2006-07-14 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-14 11:52 pm (UTC)Ain't it the truth. Ain't it the truth.
I love the Zeff/Sanji dynamic... thinking about it... Sanji is kinda the only character that had a father figure, innit? (I count Shanks more as a big-brother to Luffy.) *ponders* Wonder if Sanji will turn out like Zeff. *mental image of Sanji with 'the' mustache*
O__o... eh...
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Date: 2006-07-15 04:31 pm (UTC)... disturbing Now you have that image in my head, rabble. Thanks a lot :P
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Date: 2006-07-15 04:24 am (UTC)AHAHAHA! As well you should! But it's his own damn fault. He just doesn't want to admit that they're so much alike! ^__^ Awesomeness!
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Date: 2006-07-15 04:24 am (UTC)