(no subject)
May. 23rd, 2004 10:25 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
fire-tears.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
onepieceyaoi100Title: Point of View
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 280
Entry for the challenge of pain.
Author’s Notes: Chopper hasn’t joined the crew yet. Obviously.
Point of View
Zoro’s certainly no doctor, but he’s more than good enough in Luffy’s mind.
by Alena
May 23rd, 2004
He wasn’t a doctor; that was a fact. Zoro was better at inflicting wounds than mending them, but even he knew that running around with a bleeding gash on your side wasn’t a good thing. The fact that he’d done it multiple times wasn’t the point.
“Luffy, hold still! Stop stretching; you’re making it bleed faster!”
“But Zo~ro,” Luffy whined, wriggling against the ropes that bound him, “Sanji just yelled for dinner! We’re having steak!” He squirmed again, yowling in pain.
“Quit that,” Zoro snapped. This wound was deep, and the bleeding refused to stop. He wondered if there’d been something poisonous on the end of the spear he’d pulled out.
“Steak…” Luffy whimpered, though he was no longer stretching, instead curling around his wounded side. This worried Zoro; even the worst of injuries rarely fazed his captain.
“It hurts, Zoro. Make it stop. I want my stea—yow!” he yelled, as Zoro’s fingers slipped into the wound, and quickly yanked out a small purple stone.
“Aha,” Zoro cried triumphantly, tossing the stone overboard—as soon as he removed it, the bleeding slowed. Relieved, Zoro wrapped the bandages around Luffy’s waist; a splotch of blood began to spread across the linen.
“Don’t stretch your sides,” Zoro ordered, though he knew the chances of the captain retaining that information and applying it were nil. He undid Luffy’s bonds, expecting the younger pirate to immediately dash for the kitchen. Instead, Luffy grinned and proclaimed,
“Carry me.” When Zoro simply raised an eyebrow, Luffy stretched out his arms and repeated with a pout, “Carry me. I want my steak, and my side hurts, and you don’t want me to stretch it. Carry me.” As an afterthought, he added, “Please?”
Sighing, Zoro carefully scooped up the smaller man, knowing that Luffy would sulk until he gave in.
“Thanks, Zoro,” Luffy said cheerfully, though he was looking earnestly at the door of the galley, which was getting progressively closer.
“Hn.”
“It doesn’t hurt as much when you take care of it.” Zoro blinked, but Luffy continued, “I like you. I like everyone, actually, but I really like you. That’s why it doesn’t hurt as much.”
Zoro stopped in front of the galley’s door, surprised.
“Steak,” Luffy reminded Zoro pointedly, poking him in the shoulder.
“Right.”
I had to mangle this so badly to get it under 500 words. The full version can be found here.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 280
Entry for the challenge of pain.
Author’s Notes: Chopper hasn’t joined the crew yet. Obviously.
Zoro’s certainly no doctor, but he’s more than good enough in Luffy’s mind.
by Alena
May 23rd, 2004
He wasn’t a doctor; that was a fact. Zoro was better at inflicting wounds than mending them, but even he knew that running around with a bleeding gash on your side wasn’t a good thing. The fact that he’d done it multiple times wasn’t the point.
“Luffy, hold still! Stop stretching; you’re making it bleed faster!”
“But Zo~ro,” Luffy whined, wriggling against the ropes that bound him, “Sanji just yelled for dinner! We’re having steak!” He squirmed again, yowling in pain.
“Quit that,” Zoro snapped. This wound was deep, and the bleeding refused to stop. He wondered if there’d been something poisonous on the end of the spear he’d pulled out.
“Steak…” Luffy whimpered, though he was no longer stretching, instead curling around his wounded side. This worried Zoro; even the worst of injuries rarely fazed his captain.
“It hurts, Zoro. Make it stop. I want my stea—yow!” he yelled, as Zoro’s fingers slipped into the wound, and quickly yanked out a small purple stone.
“Aha,” Zoro cried triumphantly, tossing the stone overboard—as soon as he removed it, the bleeding slowed. Relieved, Zoro wrapped the bandages around Luffy’s waist; a splotch of blood began to spread across the linen.
“Don’t stretch your sides,” Zoro ordered, though he knew the chances of the captain retaining that information and applying it were nil. He undid Luffy’s bonds, expecting the younger pirate to immediately dash for the kitchen. Instead, Luffy grinned and proclaimed,
“Carry me.” When Zoro simply raised an eyebrow, Luffy stretched out his arms and repeated with a pout, “Carry me. I want my steak, and my side hurts, and you don’t want me to stretch it. Carry me.” As an afterthought, he added, “Please?”
Sighing, Zoro carefully scooped up the smaller man, knowing that Luffy would sulk until he gave in.
“Thanks, Zoro,” Luffy said cheerfully, though he was looking earnestly at the door of the galley, which was getting progressively closer.
“Hn.”
“It doesn’t hurt as much when you take care of it.” Zoro blinked, but Luffy continued, “I like you. I like everyone, actually, but I really like you. That’s why it doesn’t hurt as much.”
Zoro stopped in front of the galley’s door, surprised.
“Steak,” Luffy reminded Zoro pointedly, poking him in the shoulder.
“Right.”
I had to mangle this so badly to get it under 500 words. The full version can be found here.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-05-24 05:31 pm (UTC)