350 (A.K.A. Sailor's Warning)
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onepieceyaoi100Inspired by Mat Kearney's "All I Need". I've had the song on loop about 350 times trying to write this fic. And bugger it all, my beta's not online when I finish. >< So, here's me doing something incredibly stupid and posting unbeta'd, because I'm damn sick of looking at it. They're probably OOC, but I blame the fever.
Title: Red Sky in Morning
Word Count: 300
Topic: Rock
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: Characters are Eiichiro Oda's.
Dawn spilled like blood over the sky and sea.
Red sky in morning; sailor’s warning…
Dark eyes, far too accustomed to watching an empty horizon, marked the coming storm with little reaction.
Sanji’s gaze flickered down to Zoro, lying unconscious amidst the broken glass and debris that washed up on the reef with them. For someone who swallowed too much seawater and lost too much blood, the swordsman was hanging on remarkably well. Then again, Sanji couldn’t say he expected anything less.
How many days since they came to the rock, more than half drowned and Zoro latched onto his arm like it was salvation itself? Fever and exhaustion blurred time into indeterminate days and nights, alternating crimson and blue and black. Between the heat of the fever and the midday sun and the chill of the sea breeze and night air, he could feel nothing but the solid rock beneath him. Them.
Damn. He kept forgetting about Zoro.
As if in response to the thought, the swordsman suddenly jolted, reaching out to enclose Sanji’s deathly cold hand in one that was fever hot.
“Quiet,” Zoro mumbled, scowling sleepily at the cook.
“Tired,” Sanji responded, shifting so that he was curled around the hand the swordsman cradled without taking his eyes off the horizon.
He couldn’t see the Going Merry. He couldn’t see the sky, or the sea, or the storm. He couldn’t feel the rain that assaulted their unprotected forms, or the rapidly cooling rock and puddles beneath them. He couldn’t feel the wind trying to tear them apart, or the waves trying to dash them to pieces.
He could, however, feel Zoro’s hand, warm fingers still interlaced with his own. And he smiled; secure in the knowledge that even wind, rain, and waves could not tear them apart.
End
If everything we’ve got is blowing away
We’ve got a rock and a rock till our dying day
I’m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it’s all we got but it’s all I need
You’re all I need
~"All I Need" by Mat Kearney
Title: Red Sky in Morning
Word Count: 300
Topic: Rock
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: Characters are Eiichiro Oda's.
Dawn spilled like blood over the sky and sea.
Red sky in morning; sailor’s warning…
Dark eyes, far too accustomed to watching an empty horizon, marked the coming storm with little reaction.
Sanji’s gaze flickered down to Zoro, lying unconscious amidst the broken glass and debris that washed up on the reef with them. For someone who swallowed too much seawater and lost too much blood, the swordsman was hanging on remarkably well. Then again, Sanji couldn’t say he expected anything less.
How many days since they came to the rock, more than half drowned and Zoro latched onto his arm like it was salvation itself? Fever and exhaustion blurred time into indeterminate days and nights, alternating crimson and blue and black. Between the heat of the fever and the midday sun and the chill of the sea breeze and night air, he could feel nothing but the solid rock beneath him. Them.
Damn. He kept forgetting about Zoro.
As if in response to the thought, the swordsman suddenly jolted, reaching out to enclose Sanji’s deathly cold hand in one that was fever hot.
“Quiet,” Zoro mumbled, scowling sleepily at the cook.
“Tired,” Sanji responded, shifting so that he was curled around the hand the swordsman cradled without taking his eyes off the horizon.
He couldn’t see the Going Merry. He couldn’t see the sky, or the sea, or the storm. He couldn’t feel the rain that assaulted their unprotected forms, or the rapidly cooling rock and puddles beneath them. He couldn’t feel the wind trying to tear them apart, or the waves trying to dash them to pieces.
He could, however, feel Zoro’s hand, warm fingers still interlaced with his own. And he smiled; secure in the knowledge that even wind, rain, and waves could not tear them apart.
End
If everything we’ve got is blowing away
We’ve got a rock and a rock till our dying day
I’m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it’s all we got but it’s all I need
You’re all I need
~"All I Need" by Mat Kearney
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Date: 2006-08-01 06:28 am (UTC)Really like the reference to his time spent on the rock, and how he forgot that Zoro was there with him as well.
And much love to the swordsman suddenly jolted, reaching out to enclose Sanji’s deathly cold hand in one that was fever hot. I almost felt their hands closing on each other. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2006-08-01 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 05:09 pm (UTC)I also really liked the "Quiet" - "Tired" exchange. You can't really tell if they're talking to each other or just incoherent, but then Sanji curls around the hand Zoro is holding and it somehow still establishes that they're there for each other. ♥
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Date: 2006-08-01 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-14 06:57 pm (UTC)