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onepieceyaoi100Way, back in the begining of the summer, I wrote this drabble for the topic edge. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mango_32 commented on what would happen when Sanji woke up, with them making up. Leaping to the challenge, I worked on it for a bit, got frustrated and caught up in life, it was abandoned, and I figured it wouldn't see the light of day again.
Well, I've been so bored this week, I've been going through my lj and looking at old entries and wound up finishing it.
Title: Realizations
Rating: PG (the word sex is mentioned)
Word Count: 1109
Pairing: Zosan
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own One Piece
"Thanks for all the help Ussop! Not only did you help me get all the supplies I needed, you didn’t even knock me off a cliff while you were at it!"
Fucking Love Cook. He'd been fucking unbearable the past few weeks. Of course, there was no appreciation whatsoever for Zoro getting him to Chopper after he'd looked safe enough to move. No, all he got in response to that was a murderous glare and a snarled, "Well, if you hadn't knocked me off, I wouldn't have had to see Chopper at all, would I?"
Zoro didn't get it. Initially, the damn cook had been fine, even almost what one might call affectionate when Zoro mumbled something close to an apology and been, as Sanji put it, “an annoyingly attentive nursemaid.” However, as the recovery time passed, he'd had gotten quieter and quieter, and slowly sunk into an annoyed mood whenever Zoro was around. By the time the cook had fully recovered, it seemed that Zoro's very presence pissed him off. Which meant there was no daily sparring, no snarky comments, and, worst of all, no sex.
Or he thought until the looks started. Even worse than being cut off was the weird way the bastard started to stare at him when he didn't think Zoro was looking. It was nervous, contemplative, surprised, and something else that Zoro couldn't quite put his finger on. On the rare occasion that Sanji realized Zoro saw him he'd look away quickly and busy himself with something. A few times Zoro thought he'd seen a bit of color creep into the Cook's face, but whenever he got a good look at the idiot, he was as calm and composed as ever.
And over time it managed to get even weirder. More than once he’d seen Nami and the cook talking together with serious expressions. Or he would walk in on them talking and they would abruptly stop and stare at him before Nami plastered a big smile on her face and started chatting at him while Sanji stood there and became enthralled with whatever happened to be in the room that wasn't Zoro. When he asked Nami what the hell was going on, she only smiled sadly and said that Sanji was feeling stressed out and worried lately, and needed time to sort out his feelings. "What the hell does he need to sort out? And why does that make him so pissed off at me?" Zoro asked, confused. All she gave him was a long suffering sigh, and an eye roll.
"Boys," Nami said with an air of superiority, "Are so clueless."
As Zoro stomped out onto the deck, away from Nami, he came face to face with none other than the source of his frustration, who stood in front of him holding some of his cooking shit. His eyes narrowed and he snarled out, "still being a fucking girl sorting out your damn feelings?"
It never occurred to him that being hit with a ladle would hurt as much as it did. It was small, and the metal curved up with no sharp edges. Really, it shouldn't have hurt at all, he mused as he slid down to take a much deserved nap on the deck, giving up on figuring out the love cook for the time being
Through the small window in the galley, Sanji could see the Neanderthal lying out in the sun. Fucking Zoro. Fucking Zoro with his damn arrogance, bastardry, lack of civility, self centeredness and a million other things that were wrong about him, at least in Sanji's eyes. What the hell made him so great anyway. What made him so great that Sanji himself didn't mind about getting knocked off a fucking cliff by him half as much as if anyone else had. What the hell was that about. No one knocked Sanji off a cliff, especially in such an embarrassing way. Though Zoro seemed to feel guilty about it. He had sat with him like some type of human watch dog from the fall until Sanji was fully healed, no matter how many hints Sanji had given him to leave. Which made the situation worse. Sanji had a feeling that Roronoa Zoro didn't feel guilty, much less apologize for his actions, making the mess Sanji was in even more upsetting.
Watching Zoro drifted off to sleep, Sanji found his mind slipping to familiar and unwelcome thoughts. Thoughts that had kicked off this whole problem. Whatever these thoughts were, whatever this attachment was, it all had to go. It had come and disrupted everything in the steady rhythm he had come to know on the ship.
Wait on Nami and Vivi hand and foot, yell at Luffy for attempting to steal food, tease Chopper, listen to Ussop's bullshit, and fight with the swordsman. Well, that rhythm had changed. Gradually, but it had all the same.
Damnit, he knew he should have turned the Swordsman down when he came in that night shortly after they left Logue Town.
It was only supposed to be a one time thing any way. A one time thing that had turned into a once a week thing, then turned into an almost nightly thing. Finally this nightly thing began creeping into an unwelcome bundle of feelings that made Sanji nauseous to even think about. How it happened, he had no clue. All Sanji knew, was that feelings were supposed to be for soft skin and curves not hard muscles and calloused hands. Nami kept saying that this wasn't such an uncommon thing to happen, but even her reassurances weren't helping him with this. Her last reassurance wasn't in the remotest way comforting, "Maybe this isn't such a bad thing," she had said during their last talk.
Right. Not a bad thing. Not when even Luffy was warily eyeing the two of them in the rare moments they were near each other. Sanji had a sinking feeling that Luffy had figured it out. Nami had known almost immediately, and she had most likely told Vivi, since every so often he caught her looking at he and Zoro sympathetically. Chopper, on the other hand, thought that he was just pissed off over the fall from the cliff and that the affectionate attitude he had sported early on was from the painkillers and Ussop seemed to agree with him, though Sanji doubted the reason mattered to him as long as he was left in peace to tinker with his inventions.
Being left in peace. That was one thing Sanji would give anything for. But for now, it seemed that was nowhere in sight.
mango_32 commented on what would happen when Sanji woke up, with them making up. Leaping to the challenge, I worked on it for a bit, got frustrated and caught up in life, it was abandoned, and I figured it wouldn't see the light of day again. Well, I've been so bored this week, I've been going through my lj and looking at old entries and wound up finishing it.
Title: Realizations
Rating: PG (the word sex is mentioned)
Word Count: 1109
Pairing: Zosan
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own One Piece
"Thanks for all the help Ussop! Not only did you help me get all the supplies I needed, you didn’t even knock me off a cliff while you were at it!"
Fucking Love Cook. He'd been fucking unbearable the past few weeks. Of course, there was no appreciation whatsoever for Zoro getting him to Chopper after he'd looked safe enough to move. No, all he got in response to that was a murderous glare and a snarled, "Well, if you hadn't knocked me off, I wouldn't have had to see Chopper at all, would I?"
Zoro didn't get it. Initially, the damn cook had been fine, even almost what one might call affectionate when Zoro mumbled something close to an apology and been, as Sanji put it, “an annoyingly attentive nursemaid.” However, as the recovery time passed, he'd had gotten quieter and quieter, and slowly sunk into an annoyed mood whenever Zoro was around. By the time the cook had fully recovered, it seemed that Zoro's very presence pissed him off. Which meant there was no daily sparring, no snarky comments, and, worst of all, no sex.
Or he thought until the looks started. Even worse than being cut off was the weird way the bastard started to stare at him when he didn't think Zoro was looking. It was nervous, contemplative, surprised, and something else that Zoro couldn't quite put his finger on. On the rare occasion that Sanji realized Zoro saw him he'd look away quickly and busy himself with something. A few times Zoro thought he'd seen a bit of color creep into the Cook's face, but whenever he got a good look at the idiot, he was as calm and composed as ever.
And over time it managed to get even weirder. More than once he’d seen Nami and the cook talking together with serious expressions. Or he would walk in on them talking and they would abruptly stop and stare at him before Nami plastered a big smile on her face and started chatting at him while Sanji stood there and became enthralled with whatever happened to be in the room that wasn't Zoro. When he asked Nami what the hell was going on, she only smiled sadly and said that Sanji was feeling stressed out and worried lately, and needed time to sort out his feelings. "What the hell does he need to sort out? And why does that make him so pissed off at me?" Zoro asked, confused. All she gave him was a long suffering sigh, and an eye roll.
"Boys," Nami said with an air of superiority, "Are so clueless."
As Zoro stomped out onto the deck, away from Nami, he came face to face with none other than the source of his frustration, who stood in front of him holding some of his cooking shit. His eyes narrowed and he snarled out, "still being a fucking girl sorting out your damn feelings?"
It never occurred to him that being hit with a ladle would hurt as much as it did. It was small, and the metal curved up with no sharp edges. Really, it shouldn't have hurt at all, he mused as he slid down to take a much deserved nap on the deck, giving up on figuring out the love cook for the time being
Through the small window in the galley, Sanji could see the Neanderthal lying out in the sun. Fucking Zoro. Fucking Zoro with his damn arrogance, bastardry, lack of civility, self centeredness and a million other things that were wrong about him, at least in Sanji's eyes. What the hell made him so great anyway. What made him so great that Sanji himself didn't mind about getting knocked off a fucking cliff by him half as much as if anyone else had. What the hell was that about. No one knocked Sanji off a cliff, especially in such an embarrassing way. Though Zoro seemed to feel guilty about it. He had sat with him like some type of human watch dog from the fall until Sanji was fully healed, no matter how many hints Sanji had given him to leave. Which made the situation worse. Sanji had a feeling that Roronoa Zoro didn't feel guilty, much less apologize for his actions, making the mess Sanji was in even more upsetting.
Watching Zoro drifted off to sleep, Sanji found his mind slipping to familiar and unwelcome thoughts. Thoughts that had kicked off this whole problem. Whatever these thoughts were, whatever this attachment was, it all had to go. It had come and disrupted everything in the steady rhythm he had come to know on the ship.
Wait on Nami and Vivi hand and foot, yell at Luffy for attempting to steal food, tease Chopper, listen to Ussop's bullshit, and fight with the swordsman. Well, that rhythm had changed. Gradually, but it had all the same.
Damnit, he knew he should have turned the Swordsman down when he came in that night shortly after they left Logue Town.
It was only supposed to be a one time thing any way. A one time thing that had turned into a once a week thing, then turned into an almost nightly thing. Finally this nightly thing began creeping into an unwelcome bundle of feelings that made Sanji nauseous to even think about. How it happened, he had no clue. All Sanji knew, was that feelings were supposed to be for soft skin and curves not hard muscles and calloused hands. Nami kept saying that this wasn't such an uncommon thing to happen, but even her reassurances weren't helping him with this. Her last reassurance wasn't in the remotest way comforting, "Maybe this isn't such a bad thing," she had said during their last talk.
Right. Not a bad thing. Not when even Luffy was warily eyeing the two of them in the rare moments they were near each other. Sanji had a sinking feeling that Luffy had figured it out. Nami had known almost immediately, and she had most likely told Vivi, since every so often he caught her looking at he and Zoro sympathetically. Chopper, on the other hand, thought that he was just pissed off over the fall from the cliff and that the affectionate attitude he had sported early on was from the painkillers and Ussop seemed to agree with him, though Sanji doubted the reason mattered to him as long as he was left in peace to tinker with his inventions.
Being left in peace. That was one thing Sanji would give anything for. But for now, it seemed that was nowhere in sight.
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Date: 2006-08-06 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-07 06:40 am (UTC)I admire you for digging this up and finishing it though, good motivation and persistance makes for good writers. ^_^
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Date: 2006-08-08 04:26 am (UTC)Awww, thanks :D
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Date: 2006-08-08 02:38 am (UTC)But I'm not going to pressure you. And I'm already content enough with it the way it is^^
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Date: 2006-08-08 04:27 am (UTC)A continuation eh? Who knows, maybe after I finish the seqeul to Wanderings and the other MiSan plot bunny that I thought of at work today.