For the Pain challenge
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onepieceyaoi100Title: It's Easier...
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: Sexual content - G, Gore content - R
Words: 265
Notes/Warning: I'm way too squeemish to write character death. This is as close as I'll get. (Yeah, Jess, you prefer to simply maim them for life. haha, so much nicer.) Zoro's P.O.V. this time.
“I can’t feel my legs.” He didn’t even –try- to keep the panic from his voice. I frowned. Leave it to the moron to be fighting under the mast when it fell. I shook my head, trying not to look past his waist.
But he was trying to sit up, trying to see. The weight of my hand on his shoulder was more than enough to keep him lying down. “Idiot! Don’t…” I began.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he interrupted, eyes far too focused, too bright. He laughed then, panicky, shaking. “I mean, there’s a -mast- on them for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t it hurt?”
But I’d already moved the mast, lifted it in a burst of rage and adrenalin that had since left me as the sounds of battle died down around us. That the cook couldn’t tell the difference only heightened my fears. I ignored his question, instead reaching to rub the caked blood from his mouth. I don’t know why I did it. But he didn’t even tell me to get my dirty swordsman’s hands off him. That, I think, worried me most.
“Idiot,” I muttered, tone betrayed by the fingers that lingered on his jaw. “As if Chopper’s not gonna have enough on his hands without having to patch up your sorry ass.” It was easier, to be angry. For Sanji too, because he grinned then, a tight painful flash of teeth.
“That little appetizer won’t need to waste more than a couple of minutes on me, huh?” I almost winced at the poorly hidden desperation in his voice.
“Yeah,” I lied.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: Sexual content - G, Gore content - R
Words: 265
Notes/Warning: I'm way too squeemish to write character death. This is as close as I'll get. (Yeah, Jess, you prefer to simply maim them for life. haha, so much nicer.) Zoro's P.O.V. this time.
“I can’t feel my legs.” He didn’t even –try- to keep the panic from his voice. I frowned. Leave it to the moron to be fighting under the mast when it fell. I shook my head, trying not to look past his waist.
But he was trying to sit up, trying to see. The weight of my hand on his shoulder was more than enough to keep him lying down. “Idiot! Don’t…” I began.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he interrupted, eyes far too focused, too bright. He laughed then, panicky, shaking. “I mean, there’s a -mast- on them for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t it hurt?”
But I’d already moved the mast, lifted it in a burst of rage and adrenalin that had since left me as the sounds of battle died down around us. That the cook couldn’t tell the difference only heightened my fears. I ignored his question, instead reaching to rub the caked blood from his mouth. I don’t know why I did it. But he didn’t even tell me to get my dirty swordsman’s hands off him. That, I think, worried me most.
“Idiot,” I muttered, tone betrayed by the fingers that lingered on his jaw. “As if Chopper’s not gonna have enough on his hands without having to patch up your sorry ass.” It was easier, to be angry. For Sanji too, because he grinned then, a tight painful flash of teeth.
“That little appetizer won’t need to waste more than a couple of minutes on me, huh?” I almost winced at the poorly hidden desperation in his voice.
“Yeah,” I lied.
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Date: 2004-05-26 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-26 08:46 pm (UTC)Now that I've let it be digested, I still think it's really depressing, but it's good. I like it and the characterizations. Also the description of Sanji's eyes...perfect.
I love it!
Date: 2004-05-26 09:08 pm (UTC)although it still had me going "SANJIIIIII!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!" in pain and woe for his hurt body...
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Date: 2004-05-26 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-26 10:54 pm (UTC)Not so much 'pain,' as the absence of it...which, in this case, is so much worse...
-k.
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Date: 2004-05-26 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-26 11:05 pm (UTC)^_____^ hehehe *evil grin*
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Date: 2004-05-26 11:31 pm (UTC)<_< Yesss Inu-neko fanart... mrrrr.. (We're the creepy fanboy squad over here, stalking you in your home.)