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Oct. 12th, 2006 05:28 pmTitle: Aftermaths - Sanji
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300 (minor miracle there)
Pairing: Sanji and Zeff in a non-pairing way
Topic: I dearly hope to be able to write a drabble on topic one day. This, however, is not the day.
AN: Like the previous two drabbles, this one is situated two weeks after Sanji's 'defining event'.
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They'd evaded the draconian nurses and night watchmen; Operation Eggplant (so codenamed just to annoy the brat) was a go.
"You're heavy, geezer."
"You're weak, shrimp."
They'd bickered their entire way through hostile territory; no reason to stop now.
Using the kid as a crutch, Zeff kicked open the last door; treasure gleamed beyond-
"Are you two out of bed again?!"
Their doctor! Blast! So close!
Zeff considered fighting. But his stump ached, and the shrimp couldn't fight; something Zeff planned to remedy when his custom-built peg-leg was ready.
"I told you to rest! You both nearly died on that rock!"
Zeff snorted. "That may be so, Doc, but eating that rat-poison you call hospital food is what will finish us off."
"That diet is designed to gradually restore your bodies without harming you-"
"I know the principle. I've starved before," Zeff said quietly. "But it doesn't have to taste bad. You must really not want to give your patients a reason to live."
"That food-"
"Can be improved. I'll show you how." Zeff gestured authoritatively at the hospital kitchen's gleaming appliances.
"...Fine, but the child needs to rest-"
'The child' went from half-starved waif to spitting ball of fury in .3 seconds. "I'm helping the shit-geezer!"
Zeff wondered if the befuddled doctor knew that Sanji hoarded morsels of hospital food and savagely gnawed his knuckles and sheets at night. Probably not. Zeff knew about the gnawing, and he knew what they both needed.
"The busboy's damn useless, agreed-"
"Hey!"
"-but I need his legs. I'll teach him to cook while I'm at it."
"You bast-ow!"
"Manners."
By dawn, those bitten, emaciated hands had been kept busy, and the nutritionally-correct food was delicious. If it was a sign of things to come, Zeff decided he could live with that.
END
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300 (minor miracle there)
Pairing: Sanji and Zeff in a non-pairing way
Topic: I dearly hope to be able to write a drabble on topic one day. This, however, is not the day.
AN: Like the previous two drabbles, this one is situated two weeks after Sanji's 'defining event'.
---
They'd evaded the draconian nurses and night watchmen; Operation Eggplant (so codenamed just to annoy the brat) was a go.
"You're heavy, geezer."
"You're weak, shrimp."
They'd bickered their entire way through hostile territory; no reason to stop now.
Using the kid as a crutch, Zeff kicked open the last door; treasure gleamed beyond-
"Are you two out of bed again?!"
Their doctor! Blast! So close!
Zeff considered fighting. But his stump ached, and the shrimp couldn't fight; something Zeff planned to remedy when his custom-built peg-leg was ready.
"I told you to rest! You both nearly died on that rock!"
Zeff snorted. "That may be so, Doc, but eating that rat-poison you call hospital food is what will finish us off."
"That diet is designed to gradually restore your bodies without harming you-"
"I know the principle. I've starved before," Zeff said quietly. "But it doesn't have to taste bad. You must really not want to give your patients a reason to live."
"That food-"
"Can be improved. I'll show you how." Zeff gestured authoritatively at the hospital kitchen's gleaming appliances.
"...Fine, but the child needs to rest-"
'The child' went from half-starved waif to spitting ball of fury in .3 seconds. "I'm helping the shit-geezer!"
Zeff wondered if the befuddled doctor knew that Sanji hoarded morsels of hospital food and savagely gnawed his knuckles and sheets at night. Probably not. Zeff knew about the gnawing, and he knew what they both needed.
"The busboy's damn useless, agreed-"
"Hey!"
"-but I need his legs. I'll teach him to cook while I'm at it."
"You bast-ow!"
"Manners."
By dawn, those bitten, emaciated hands had been kept busy, and the nutritionally-correct food was delicious. If it was a sign of things to come, Zeff decided he could live with that.
END
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Date: 2006-10-12 11:38 pm (UTC)I don't think anyone has thought of the aftermath of them coming off the little Rock Of Woe. Sanji and Zeff bickering, sharing and creating... I find it nice that this drabble exists. Fills all the cold places in my heart with warm.
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Date: 2006-10-13 05:34 am (UTC)Here-here to my fav father/son but not relationship! WHOOT!
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Date: 2006-10-18 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-13 07:35 am (UTC)Thanks for writing this!
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Date: 2006-10-13 03:44 pm (UTC)I love you. This is just...^^ *appreciative squeal of joy*
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Date: 2006-10-18 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-14 06:01 am (UTC)That's my cue to start breaking out into giggles :D Also Sanji's "I'm helping the shit-geezer!" made me crack up again XD XD XD
Such a sweet drabble about Sanji and Zeff ♥ I love how Zeff is like "Your food sucks, I can make it better!" and then totally takes charge. This is fantastic, just like Zoro's and Luffy's :D :D I really hope you're gonna do the others too!
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