So righteously deserved Sanji-kun!
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onepieceyaoi100After failing so much and so hard that Sanji probably has it tattooed somewhere equally as embarrassing as the story of his life, I give you my entry for this topic, along with my insistence that Sanji doesn't fail! at least, most of the time
Title: The aftermath.
Pairing: Zoro/haramaki
Warnings: Zoro abuse of a psychological nature.
Topic: SANJI WINS!!!!!!
Word Count: 262
They hadn't thought the swordsman's face could ever bear the level confusion it did now.
He held up the haramaki and stared at it, then sniffed it experimentaly, as if it's scent would reveal the change in colour as some cruel jest. Alas this was not so. He pawed it as he sat under the mast, puzzlement adorning his features as he tried to work out what had happened to haramaki.
"Zoro?" Nami just had to know what was bothering him, afterall, the man had never missed a two naps in a row. Something must have knocked his happily plodding routine out of it's comfortably beaten track.
His focus was such that he barely acknowledged her and it struck her that something was amiss with the entire scene. She looked over her shoulder at Luffy, Usopp, Chopper and Frankie and shrugged. They frantically waved her on.
She leaned forward and realised, to her amazement that that odd odour that Zoro's person possesed was not as potent today. In fact, she had to admit he smelt...cleaner...
He dabbed anxiously at the haramaki again, then turned one of the most out of character looks toward her. It was disturbingly vulnerable. Someone had done something to his haramaki, and he wasn't sure about whether it was good or bad. He looked down again petting it gently, feeling the change in it's fibres, pondering it's softness.
Finally he smiled and slipped it on again, patting it affectionately.
Sanji, from the comfort of the galley, surveyed the fruits of his labour in silence and lit up a cigarette with a fond smile.
Title: The aftermath.
Pairing: Zoro/haramaki
Warnings: Zoro abuse of a psychological nature.
Topic: SANJI WINS!!!!!!
Word Count: 262
They hadn't thought the swordsman's face could ever bear the level confusion it did now.
He held up the haramaki and stared at it, then sniffed it experimentaly, as if it's scent would reveal the change in colour as some cruel jest. Alas this was not so. He pawed it as he sat under the mast, puzzlement adorning his features as he tried to work out what had happened to haramaki.
"Zoro?" Nami just had to know what was bothering him, afterall, the man had never missed a two naps in a row. Something must have knocked his happily plodding routine out of it's comfortably beaten track.
His focus was such that he barely acknowledged her and it struck her that something was amiss with the entire scene. She looked over her shoulder at Luffy, Usopp, Chopper and Frankie and shrugged. They frantically waved her on.
She leaned forward and realised, to her amazement that that odd odour that Zoro's person possesed was not as potent today. In fact, she had to admit he smelt...cleaner...
He dabbed anxiously at the haramaki again, then turned one of the most out of character looks toward her. It was disturbingly vulnerable. Someone had done something to his haramaki, and he wasn't sure about whether it was good or bad. He looked down again petting it gently, feeling the change in it's fibres, pondering it's softness.
Finally he smiled and slipped it on again, patting it affectionately.
Sanji, from the comfort of the galley, surveyed the fruits of his labour in silence and lit up a cigarette with a fond smile.
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