Hey, hey-ey, goodbye...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Culmination
Topic:crisis fast
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14; canon vices, references
Pairing: mess/mess (SanZo, implied Zo/Uso, Uso/San, San/Lu, San/Na, Lu/Zo, Na/Lu, Na/Uso, etc.)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: The whole thing was out of control, a virtual Rocketman. But.
Excuse: Well, honestly now, do I really need an excuse to write more of this arc?
Notes: Love Tesseract Arc again! I'm actually writing scenes in order? Horrors! Follows the whole mess: "Close Your Eyes", "Eyes Wide Open", "Number One, Baby", "Dangerous Game", "See No Evil", "No Good Deed", "Hear No Evil", "Speak No Evil", "...Goes Unpunished", "Intervention", and "Turning Point".
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It had all been so fast. A whirlwind romance. Especially if you left out the "romance" part, because what they'd been doing together hadn't been anything remotely like "romantic".
That was probably why he was having trouble. "Sanji in love" ought to have involved romance.
But everything else about the situation spoke to the utter truth of Sanji's words. The regret in his eyes for misleading Zoro. The pained determination in his voice as he left the next move in the swordsman's hands. The way he had unconsciously met Zoro's questioning gaze with both eyes as he stuttered out an apology for letting Zoro believe it had meant nothing to him, either.
That, and the man was drinking. Dinner was only two hours away, and Sanji had poured himself enough, judging by the vapour trails the stuff had left in Zoro's mouth, to reach dancing-crazily-with-anything-female, if not thoroughly potted.
This was what it all led up to. Months of pining, three weeks of (incredible) head, two chance observations.
"Oi. Shit-cook."
"Aa?"
He grabbed the glass out of Sanji's hand. Still nearly half-full. Good.
"You've got dinner to make. We'll talk, after."
Wordless, Sanji stood up and trudged out, leaving Zoro to his thoughts.
No, he wouldn't have voluntarily led Sanji on, knowing what he knew now.
No, realistically, he'd probably never had a chance with Usopp, no matter how much he might have wished it.
No, he shouldn't have made the damned cook that offer in the first place, even without knowing where Sanji's affections really rested. Zoro understood "taking what you could get," though.
No, he shouldn't have let himself enjoy the blond's dominance, nor come to anticipate it.
No, nineteen days shouldn't have been long enough for the asshole to set hooks into his heart.
Shouldn't have.
But.
Topic:
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14; canon vices, references
Pairing: mess/mess (SanZo, implied Zo/Uso, Uso/San, San/Lu, San/Na, Lu/Zo, Na/Lu, Na/Uso, etc.)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: The whole thing was out of control, a virtual Rocketman. But.
Excuse: Well, honestly now, do I really need an excuse to write more of this arc?
Notes: Love Tesseract Arc again! I'm actually writing scenes in order? Horrors! Follows the whole mess: "Close Your Eyes", "Eyes Wide Open", "Number One, Baby", "Dangerous Game", "See No Evil", "No Good Deed", "Hear No Evil", "Speak No Evil", "...Goes Unpunished", "Intervention", and "Turning Point".
~~~
It had all been so fast. A whirlwind romance. Especially if you left out the "romance" part, because what they'd been doing together hadn't been anything remotely like "romantic".
That was probably why he was having trouble. "Sanji in love" ought to have involved romance.
But everything else about the situation spoke to the utter truth of Sanji's words. The regret in his eyes for misleading Zoro. The pained determination in his voice as he left the next move in the swordsman's hands. The way he had unconsciously met Zoro's questioning gaze with both eyes as he stuttered out an apology for letting Zoro believe it had meant nothing to him, either.
That, and the man was drinking. Dinner was only two hours away, and Sanji had poured himself enough, judging by the vapour trails the stuff had left in Zoro's mouth, to reach dancing-crazily-with-anything-female, if not thoroughly potted.
This was what it all led up to. Months of pining, three weeks of (incredible) head, two chance observations.
"Oi. Shit-cook."
"Aa?"
He grabbed the glass out of Sanji's hand. Still nearly half-full. Good.
"You've got dinner to make. We'll talk, after."
Wordless, Sanji stood up and trudged out, leaving Zoro to his thoughts.
No, he wouldn't have voluntarily led Sanji on, knowing what he knew now.
No, realistically, he'd probably never had a chance with Usopp, no matter how much he might have wished it.
No, he shouldn't have made the damned cook that offer in the first place, even without knowing where Sanji's affections really rested. Zoro understood "taking what you could get," though.
No, he shouldn't have let himself enjoy the blond's dominance, nor come to anticipate it.
No, nineteen days shouldn't have been long enough for the asshole to set hooks into his heart.
Shouldn't have.
But.
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Date: 2007-02-23 01:07 pm (UTC)Yes, yes it is. I like "more" too. :) Dun' worry, there'll be more. Or, the way things are looking, maybe everyone *should* worry. *sigh* Such a lot of idiots, these guys...