Third Chapter, whee.
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onepieceyaoi100Title: All Roads Lead to Rome, Chapter 3
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 298, and 300 respectively.
Pairing: Eventual Nakamaship. Strong Zoro/Luffy, slight Luffy/Nami and Sanji/Zoro for this bit.
Topic: Alternate Universe / Alternate Reality. Off-topic lol.
A/N: Slightly brighter than the previous two installments.
‘ – and then you get into a fight with him, even though you know you’re asthmatic and could possibly suffer an attack by exerting yourself, even though I specifically told you not to interfere in matters that aren’t your own – ’
Nami was signing so furiously at him, he barely made out the words before her fingers blurred into incoherency. Luffy reached out with a hand to still her, the other still pressing the oxygen mask against his face, gave her an apologetic grin. ‘Sorry?’
She hit him over the head again, before folding her arms and scowling darkly at him. ‘Idiot.’
Luffy laughed, then sobered slightly. ‘Is he always like that?’
‘Zoro? Only what I’ve known about him from Sanji, and that’s not much.’ Nami cast Luffy a pensive glance before her gaze darkened. ‘Keep away from him. Everyone who’s ever tried to pull him out of his misery has only ended up getting wounded or hurt in return. You’re lucky you didn’t get more than a couple bruises.’
‘So no one’s helping him?’
‘We’ve tried.’ She looked irritated. ‘But the idiot refuses to accept help – just sits at his window and wallows in his misery day after day. Refuses to see that he’s not as bad off as he thinks he is – at least he still has one arm, he still has his legs, his eyes, his voice, his hearing, his damn life - he has all of that, and he thinks it’s the end of the world.’
Nami had fisted her hands in her lap, the ghosts of old memories running behind her narrowed eyes. Luffy reached forward to pat her on the back of her hand.
‘You’re strong,’ he signed, solemnly. ‘Keep that way.’
She pulled away then, awkwardly embarrassed. He grinned and let her go.
x x x x x x
They ran into each other by accident some midnights later, on their way to the bathroom, and froze with their hands over the door handle, silent challenges in the other’s eyes as they took in the damage previously dealt to each other. Luffy tilted his chin at the older boy in a dare, a childish frown gracing his features while Zoro tried to look as menacing as he could in his sleepy daze.
The younger elbowed the other aside casually, made to push the door open. Zoro scowled, roughly pushed Luffy away and got one foot in before the other spun him around by the shoulders and wedged himself between the door and his body. Then they started scuffling, neither really up for a serious fight but not willing to submit all the same, throwing medium punches and light kicks to shins and knees as they pushed and shoved at each other, growling silently in the dim light of the corridor.
Zoro had just pinned Luffy against the wall when there was a yelp from somewhere to their left, an embarrassed mumble, and then the slapping of hurried feet as the person tripped in his haste to scramble away. Both parties blinked at each other in confusion for a few seconds, before Zoro realized that they’d wound up in a rather conspicuously suggestive position – he had one knee between the other’s thighs, clasping both of Luffy’s hands above his head, and their hips were pressed flush against each other as they’d struggled to keep each other at bay.
Zoro sprang back instantly, mortified, looking everywhere except the others’ eyes. Luffy merely dusted himself off, stuck out his tongue at Zoro in victory, then vanished inside the bathroom stall with a gleeful slam.
Zoro left to find another bathroom.
x x x x x x
It’s only Nami-san’s hand on his shoulder that keeps him from decking the black-haired boy to the floor.
‘The nurse, me, it’s all the same,’ Luffy’s signing, oblivious to the rage and indignation on his face, ‘it’s still your food, and he’s still going to receive it in the end; whoever sends it makes no difference.’
“He’s not supposed to know.” Sanji’s hands travel to his hair, stop, fall back into his lap, then up to clench on the armrests of his wheelchair, agitatedly. “If you tell him I made it, he’ll kill you – he’ll never eat again and then he’ll starve himself to death – ”
‘I’m not stupid, of course I won’t tell him that.’ Sanji doesn’t miss the roll of Nami’s eyes before she wheels him out of the cafeteria, and he follows Luffy with a feeling of dread in his stomach as the boy bounces off with his own and Zoro’s lunchboxes in hand.
Nami pulls them to a stop outside of Zoro’s room, at an angle where the blond can look in and not have the other notice him observing. He watches as Luffy springs right up to the window and dumps his package in Zoro’s unsuspecting lap. The older jerks out of his stupor, clearly not expecting the lunch, much less company.
Sanji expects fists to start flying, but Luffy merely gesticulates at the lunchbox, at Zoro, then opens his own and begins digging into his meal. Zoro doesn’t respond for a long while, and for a moment Sanji wonders if he’s going to ignore eating altogether.
But then Luffy reaches across, snaps Zoro’s chopsticks for him with an apologetic grin, and resumes eating. Zoro slowly picks up the wooden utensils, fumbles with the cover, and takes a measured bite.
Sanji leaves quietly, smiling bitterly.
On to Part 4.
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 298, and 300 respectively.
Pairing: Eventual Nakamaship. Strong Zoro/Luffy, slight Luffy/Nami and Sanji/Zoro for this bit.
Topic: Alternate Universe / Alternate Reality. Off-topic lol.
A/N: Slightly brighter than the previous two installments.
‘ – and then you get into a fight with him, even though you know you’re asthmatic and could possibly suffer an attack by exerting yourself, even though I specifically told you not to interfere in matters that aren’t your own – ’
Nami was signing so furiously at him, he barely made out the words before her fingers blurred into incoherency. Luffy reached out with a hand to still her, the other still pressing the oxygen mask against his face, gave her an apologetic grin. ‘Sorry?’
She hit him over the head again, before folding her arms and scowling darkly at him. ‘Idiot.’
Luffy laughed, then sobered slightly. ‘Is he always like that?’
‘Zoro? Only what I’ve known about him from Sanji, and that’s not much.’ Nami cast Luffy a pensive glance before her gaze darkened. ‘Keep away from him. Everyone who’s ever tried to pull him out of his misery has only ended up getting wounded or hurt in return. You’re lucky you didn’t get more than a couple bruises.’
‘So no one’s helping him?’
‘We’ve tried.’ She looked irritated. ‘But the idiot refuses to accept help – just sits at his window and wallows in his misery day after day. Refuses to see that he’s not as bad off as he thinks he is – at least he still has one arm, he still has his legs, his eyes, his voice, his hearing, his damn life - he has all of that, and he thinks it’s the end of the world.’
Nami had fisted her hands in her lap, the ghosts of old memories running behind her narrowed eyes. Luffy reached forward to pat her on the back of her hand.
‘You’re strong,’ he signed, solemnly. ‘Keep that way.’
She pulled away then, awkwardly embarrassed. He grinned and let her go.
They ran into each other by accident some midnights later, on their way to the bathroom, and froze with their hands over the door handle, silent challenges in the other’s eyes as they took in the damage previously dealt to each other. Luffy tilted his chin at the older boy in a dare, a childish frown gracing his features while Zoro tried to look as menacing as he could in his sleepy daze.
The younger elbowed the other aside casually, made to push the door open. Zoro scowled, roughly pushed Luffy away and got one foot in before the other spun him around by the shoulders and wedged himself between the door and his body. Then they started scuffling, neither really up for a serious fight but not willing to submit all the same, throwing medium punches and light kicks to shins and knees as they pushed and shoved at each other, growling silently in the dim light of the corridor.
Zoro had just pinned Luffy against the wall when there was a yelp from somewhere to their left, an embarrassed mumble, and then the slapping of hurried feet as the person tripped in his haste to scramble away. Both parties blinked at each other in confusion for a few seconds, before Zoro realized that they’d wound up in a rather conspicuously suggestive position – he had one knee between the other’s thighs, clasping both of Luffy’s hands above his head, and their hips were pressed flush against each other as they’d struggled to keep each other at bay.
Zoro sprang back instantly, mortified, looking everywhere except the others’ eyes. Luffy merely dusted himself off, stuck out his tongue at Zoro in victory, then vanished inside the bathroom stall with a gleeful slam.
Zoro left to find another bathroom.
It’s only Nami-san’s hand on his shoulder that keeps him from decking the black-haired boy to the floor.
‘The nurse, me, it’s all the same,’ Luffy’s signing, oblivious to the rage and indignation on his face, ‘it’s still your food, and he’s still going to receive it in the end; whoever sends it makes no difference.’
“He’s not supposed to know.” Sanji’s hands travel to his hair, stop, fall back into his lap, then up to clench on the armrests of his wheelchair, agitatedly. “If you tell him I made it, he’ll kill you – he’ll never eat again and then he’ll starve himself to death – ”
‘I’m not stupid, of course I won’t tell him that.’ Sanji doesn’t miss the roll of Nami’s eyes before she wheels him out of the cafeteria, and he follows Luffy with a feeling of dread in his stomach as the boy bounces off with his own and Zoro’s lunchboxes in hand.
Nami pulls them to a stop outside of Zoro’s room, at an angle where the blond can look in and not have the other notice him observing. He watches as Luffy springs right up to the window and dumps his package in Zoro’s unsuspecting lap. The older jerks out of his stupor, clearly not expecting the lunch, much less company.
Sanji expects fists to start flying, but Luffy merely gesticulates at the lunchbox, at Zoro, then opens his own and begins digging into his meal. Zoro doesn’t respond for a long while, and for a moment Sanji wonders if he’s going to ignore eating altogether.
But then Luffy reaches across, snaps Zoro’s chopsticks for him with an apologetic grin, and resumes eating. Zoro slowly picks up the wooden utensils, fumbles with the cover, and takes a measured bite.
Sanji leaves quietly, smiling bitterly.
On to Part 4.
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Date: 2006-07-16 04:46 pm (UTC)The bathroom scene was just totally male, a petty squabble over pretty much nothing. XD So funny how Zoro jumps back all mortified while Luffy just sticks out his tongue at the other guy. And the sweet little detail at the end, where Luffy snaps Zoro's chopsticks for him, while Sanji is watching almost petulantly... Awwww. That was the perfect touch.
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Date: 2006-07-16 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 06:54 pm (UTC)I just keep loving this series more and more. ^_^
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Date: 2006-07-16 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-18 03:15 am (UTC)oh by the way, being the unwilling asshole, why was Nami signing to Luffy at the start of the fic? from your earlier fics, he wasn't deaf was he? please don't let him be >_<"
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Date: 2006-07-18 06:58 pm (UTC)