onepieceyaoi100 | Ah, subtext...marvelous, no?

Title: Oscura
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Topic: unseen
Disclaimer: One Piece? Belongs to Oda Eiichiro. Not making any money, me.

Summary: Robin likes to watch...

Their truth is as obscure as stars on a moonless night…and as blatantly obvious as the sun’s brilliance on a day without clouds.

Perhaps it’s that she’s been trained to notice those things normally hidden from casual observation. Or perhaps as a newcomer to this motley crew, she merely sees what her companions cannot. Familiarity does breed contempt.

“Oi, marimo-head! Get your damn legs out of the way! How are the ladies supposed to walk safely with your lazy ass sprawled all over the deck?”

“Seems like they were doing fine before you started flappin’ your jaws. You got a mouth on you, cook. Someone should wash it out before you offend the ladies.”

“And who’s got the balls to try? You, shitty swordsman?”

“Hell yes.”

Amidst the subsequent flurry of swords, legs, and shouted taunts, Nico Robin raises her book to cover a smile, an ancient maxim she either heard or read many years ago foremost in her mind.

Two things cannot be concealed: passionate love and a cough.

Though she’s always preserved a certain distance between herself and her fellow humans, Robin is finding it difficult not to be drawn into the lives of this strange group. The relationship between the two men presently attempting to pound one another through the Merry’s hull alone would provide an army of social anthropologists enough raw data for twenty years’ research, and though archaeology is her first love, Robin can’t help but feel a certain intellectual curiosity as to the outcome of their odd courtship.

As long as the tide of life sets her path alongside that of these fiercely loyal nakama, she’s content to stay, the sun warm on her face, the promise of knowledge in her hands, and watch this amusing, for-her-eyes-only show.